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A Simpler Life [Part 1]
word count: 1585 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.
pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader
genre: fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn
warnings: spoilers
synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.
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When you decided on a clean break and moved to the little country home, you finally got your long harbored wish of a manageable veggie patch as well as a few fruit planters, breathing clear fresh air that the city life had you only dream about for so many years. At first, of course, the people were suspicious of the newcomer - the foreigner-city girl who came to their part of Hyogo with no clear intention but when you greeted each of them warmly around town and offered an open door if anyone ever needed help, they soon treated you as one of their own. The grandmothers of the neighborhood soon kept an eye out for any eligible bachelors because “it‘d be such a shame if a pretty girl like ya would be all lonesome in that house of yers“ but while grateful for their concern, you were happy on your own.
Although, that didn‘t stop you from falling for your neighbor as soon as you met him.
Your first impression of Kita was that he was polite, caring and warm but maybe a bit shy. He bowed his head with a smile when he passed by your front yard in the evening heading to his house, looking exhausted but satisfied. You wondered if he lived alone, too, because no one else seemed to be going in or out of the modest traditional nouka.
You were privately looking forward to the evenings when you could catch a glimpse of him and bask even for just a second in the sunshine of his smile.
This went on for a week or so of you two simply exchanging nods, waves and smiles until, “Good evenin‘.“, he greeted.
The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. You were tending to your garden, having opted to weed in the milder evening rather than the afternoon sun. A straw hat on your head, muscles already straining from the unfamiliar work, you straightened, trying to suppress a groan. “And to you.“, you replied, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smearing some soil on your skin in the process.
“It‘s really comin‘ together.“, he noted and nodded towards the healthy green surrounding your ankles.
Don‘t blush, you told yourself. “Thank you.“, you beamed, “I am worried about my tomatoes, though. They look a bit peaked.“
You pointed to some sad little plants on the end of your veggie patch.
With professional eyes he wandered along the fence to inspect them.
“Oh, yea, they might have had a bit too much sun and not enough water. Don‘t worry, happens to all of us.“, he smiled, “I have some extra starters in my greenhouse. Ya can have a couple if ya like. I always grow more in case bugs get to ‘em.“
“Oh, really?“
“Sure, come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up.“
“Thank you so much!“
“What else have ya got here?“, he now leaned on the fence post, examining the rest of the plants. You listed the few you had.
“Ya might wanna add sugar snap peas. They‘re easy to grow and the yield is really good.“
“Noted! But I might have to wait until next season, I don‘t think I have enough space for any more.“
“Ya can grow ‘em nicely in planters. I can build ya one. It‘s not difficult.“
Your heart did a little jump. “Are you sure it‘s not too much trouble?“
“Neighbors gotta stick together, right?“, he grinned and stood back up, “I‘mma let ya get back to it.“ and he made to leave.
“W-wait!“
He turned back to you.
“One of the grannies in town gave me a bunch of fresh greens and tofu today. My fridge doesn‘t work yet so I‘m worried it’ll go bad. Would you like to join me for dinner?“
He blinked. For a moment you weren‘t sure if you hadn‘t been too forward but then Kita nodded and walked around the fence to your gate. Oh my, somehow the fence had underplayed his handsomeness. As he stood right in front of you, arms tan and taut with lean muscles from a day‘s work and a towel tied around his neck you forgot to talk for a second.
“This way.“, you gestured to the front door.
“Don‘t ya wanna finish up weedin’ first?“
“But…“
“I‘ll help ya.“
“But…“
And he got to work. Of course, his practiced hands got the job done so much faster than you and where you had only managed a fourth of the patch he finished up the rest in no time.
Kita knelt on a seating pillow you had laid out around your coffee table, patiently waiting for you to plate up the hearty stew alongside some grilled tofu and rice. You figured he must be starving after all that hard manual labor. But to your surprise he ate slowly, chewed carefully and seemed to savor the taste.
“It‘s delicious.“, he said and let out a small content sigh, “I usually don‘t have much energy to cook in the evenin’s. This is great, thank ya.“
So he did live alone. How the masses of overzealous grandmothers in town hadn‘t flocked together to feed this man yet was a mystery to you.
In all honesty, Kita didn‘t agree with the people in town who said you were “pretty“. “Pretty“ didn‘t do you justice. He thought you were breathtaking. Because that‘s how he felt when he talked to you for the first time. Like his breath was stuck somewhere in his throat. Your genuine smile when he complimented your cooking now had a permanent place in his mind - framed it hung at the very top where he could always admire it throughout his day. Where his thoughts were usually busy with plans for the following morning or simply quiet, while his hands moved automatically through the water in the fields, they were now interlaced with you. Your twinkling eyes when he told you he would build you a planter, your cute protests when he offered to help you weed that tiny little veggie patch as if it was the most daunting task ever encountered and your voice, bright and lively as you told him about yourself upon his request. His grandmother had told him many stories growing up, about right and wrong, patience, kindness and fate. She told him when two people were meant for each other, their souls would recognize it and be drawn to the other by some unseen force. Back then, young Kita wasn‘t exactly sure what to make of it. It sounded very fantastical and without any data to back it up he thought it was another one of his grandmother‘s folktales. Now he wasn‘t so sure anymore because you were his first and last thought of the day.
He doubted that someone as beautiful and worldly as you would consider him as a match but he was merely glad to know he could be of help and make your life a little easier. After dinner the previous night he had told you he had some business in the city the next day and you could please wait for him at his place in the afternoon to collect your promised tomato starters. He had spent the morning making sure the little plants were in top shape, selecting the very best of the bunch. He was eager to get back home but as per usual, city traffic had other ideas.
Every couple of seconds he glanced at the clock on the truck‘s dashboard, hoping he didn‘t make you wait too long.
When he finally pulled into his driveway he spotted you sitting on his porch, his black and white dog lounging in your lap, getting his ears massaged.
A bundle lay next to you.
The dog‘s tail thwacked on the wooden porch as he approached.
“Ya look comfortable.“ He had meant it to his (guard) dog but somehow it seemed like your full cheeks got a bit of color.
“I hope I haven't kept ya waitin‘.“
“It‘s fine.“, you said simply, “I had great company.“ You petted the dog's head again who let out a happy huff.
Kita grinned and looked towards one of his greenhouses. “I‘ll go grab the tomatoes.“
You were brushing some dog hairs off your pants when he returned. Without meaning to, he searched your hands for an indication of a wedding band but shook his head when he caught himself.
He held out the tray with the starters.
“Thank you so much! They look great. And here.“, you bent down to exchange the tray for the bundle, “Since you said you wouldn‘t accept any money for them I made you dinner instead.“
His eyes widened. “Ya didn‘t have to.“
You shrugged. “I know, but it wouldn‘t feel right otherwise. And it‘s not like it‘s even close to an equal trade once these start producing.“
He was a little disappointed. After all, he had practiced inviting you to have dinner with him his entire drive back, but having more of your cooking was the next best thing, he supposed.
The following morning you found the bundle neatly wrapped on your doorstep, the large square bento box inside had been thoroughly cleaned and a note replaced the food “It was really delicious. Thank you very much. - Kita“.
Your heart stumbled when you stared at the neatly written words and grinning so hard your cheeks started to hurt, you pinned it to a little cork board next to the door.
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a/n: thank you so much to @makkir0ll for helping me hatch this ostrich-sized brain egg 🌟🫶🏻
art: coloring done by @keiko-chan
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screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)
summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.
word count: 1161
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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?
Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.
His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?
Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.
He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.
‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’
‘then just tell him’
‘u know i cant’
‘thats a u problem’
The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.
‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’
The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.
Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.
How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.
He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.
Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.
He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.
It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.
“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.
“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”
He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.
Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.
“Shin-”
He doesn’t let you finish.
“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”
You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.
“R-really?”
He merely nods.
Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.
“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”
There is a pause.
“You’ve received other confession letters?!”
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001 an innocent valentine ft. kita shinsuke
wc: 500
valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist
“Who do you think it’s for?”
“Definitely not Atsumu.”
“Hey! I’m a great catch, for your information-”
“Yeah, right.”
“Shh! They’re coming back!”
“Put it away-”
“Zip it up-”
“What do you think you’re all doing?”
The voice of the Inarizaki manager rings from above the second-year trio, Atsumu, Osamu, and Rintaro, caught red-handed rifling through your bag, a neatly wrapped box of chocolates pinched between their trespassing fingers.
“Nothing!” they all say at once, dropping the box and standing at attention.
You smack each of the three upside the head with the notebook you have in your hand. “Go back to practicing.”
“Awwww, c’mon manager. At least give us something. Who’re those for?” Atsumu asks.
You give him a look before fishing the box out of your bag and calling for Aran.
“Aran! Here!” you call, chucking the box at him. “Happy Valentine’s.”
Aran catches it easily, stuffing it in the pocket of his volleyball sweater. “Thank you.”
“It was for Aran-kun?!”
“Since when did you two start dating?”
“Did ya see the way he was so nonchalant about it?!”
“Big words for ya, ‘Tsumu.”
“Huh?! Ya picking a fight?!”
“Hey!” you yell. “Shut up and hold out your hands.”
They obediently stick their hands out. You drop 3 boxes, identical to the one thrown at Aran moments ago, into their waiting palms.
With one last smack to each of their shoulders, they scurry off back to their drills, satisfied now that they’ve each received their own little prizes. They make it back onto the court just in time for Kita to return from speaking to the club advisor.
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“Hope they didn’t give ya too much trouble today.”
“Nah,” you say. “They’re troublesome and a bit stupid, but it’s alright.” You look up at your boyfriend, swinging your joined hands and appreciating his thumb rubbing calm patterns along your cold fingers.
“Yer hands are cold,” he says simply, stopping to wrap his scarf around your neck before joining your hands together again.
“Thanks,” you breathe, inhaling deeply.
The rest of the walk home flies by in comfortable silence, the hand held in his staying pleasantly warm even in the late-winter chill. At the entrance of your house, he lets go of your hands, smiling and nodding for you to go in. He stays to watch, making sure you’re in safely before leaving, as he does every day.
When you stare at him, he tilts his head. “What’s wrong?”
You laugh quietly. “You didn’t think I made chocolate for all those chuckleheads and not you, did you?”
He rubs the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “I was looking forward to it, " he admits sheepishly. “But I don’t mind if ya don’t have anything for me. Just being able to be with ya like this makes me plenty happy.”
You dig into your pockets to pull out a box just for him. It’s wrapped much more elaborately than the others are, with his name in curly, hand-written calligraphy. Instead of tossing it to him, as you did for the others, you hold the box out with two hands.
“Will you accept my chocolate, Shin?”
Kita smiles. The warmth rushes all the way through your body.
“Of course. I’d be happy to.”
He takes the box, undoing the ribbon and pops one into his mouth. “It’s good,” he says.
“I’m glad,” you respond. You reach up on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss into his cheek.
“See you tomorrow, Shin.”
“Tomorrow,” he nods.
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a place to call home — k. shinsuke
one bed + childhood rivals/friends to lovers
synopsis. "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
wc. ~2k
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The day after Kita Shinsuke turns six years old, the vacant house across the street suddenly springs to life with occupants.
His life spirals from being humble and quiet to chaotic in 24 hours. Suddenly, he's responsible for taking care of the bratty kid next door even though they're his age. His bedtime gets thrown out the window because he needs to chase them down to get them to brush their teeth, and his dinner always has some suspiciously missing elements that he never finds.
You become the centerpiece of his entire existence—a floating memory in every crevice of his mind.
Kita hears your laughter in the songs of his childhood; feels your hands roughly pushing him and dragging him around by the wrist; smells the minty toothpaste he forcefully shoved into your mouth after finally catching up to you.
It seems as though you and him were born to be polar opposites. Where he climbs you stumble. Where he sits quietly at the dinner table, you have a never-ending stream of anecdotes to tell Granny (even though half of them are greatly exaggerated—he was literally there to witness it). Where he behaves like a normal child, you can't even sit still during storytime in class.
However, your differences do little to remove you from his life. Where he goes, you go.
It's a consequence of growing up thirty meters from your front door and having you over when your parents suddenly uproot to go on week-long business trips.
And he wouldn't care so much, really, if it weren't for the fact that Granny had equal amounts of love to go around. That, and he would have to sleep on the floor whenever you came around.
For someone so disciplined and grounded, Kita Shinsuke was an envious child. He hated having you in his home, because it meant that his beloved Granny had to split her attention between the two of you. Because she would always tuck you in before him. Because you were louder, more needy, more everything. Because he often woke up with back pains at the ripe age of six years old.
When Kita turns eight, he finally bubbles over.
You're on the swings behind one of your friends, standing on the back of the seat and clinging to the chains. You're being careless, and he would be remiss if you were to hurt yourself.
"Get down from there," he scolds, standing in front of the swing set to stop you from continuing.
"Make me!" You exclaim back, childishly sticking out your tongue and rocking the swing back and forth, gesturing to your friend to keep going.
"Stop."
He comes up behind you and tugs at your shirt, making you wobble.
"Quit it, Shin!"
"You'll hurt yourself!"
He convinces himself that he only cares so much because Granny would have to spend more time with you to patch you up if you fell, and not because he would hate to see your snotty, crying face.
No, it doesn't make his heart squeeze. Not even a little.
Eventually, you end up face first in the wood chips anyway, with Kita hovering over you looking guilty as ever. He hadn't meant to pull you off so roughly, nor had he meant for you to land on the ground like that.
Oh. Why does it hurt him so much?
That night, you don't sleep in his room.
You end up tucked into Granny's bed instead, down the hall. He misses your presence—he even ends up on the floor though the bed is empty for him to take.
He blinks up at the space where you should be and feels bitterness swelling in his throat.
"Shin." His Granny calls softly when she eventually comes into his room. She doesn't sound the least bit angry, but he still aches with nothing but guilt.
"M'sorry." He knows the apology should be for you, but you couldn’t even look him in the eye over dinner.
His Granny only sighs, kneeling down beside his futon with a tired huff. A reminder of her age. He only feels worse.
"Be kind, Shinsuke."
"I'm tryin'," he argues weakly.
She's silent for a pause before she carefully tucks the silver hair from his eyes.
"You'd be lonely too if I were gone all the time, eh?"
"..."
Kita pulls the covers closer to his chin. Yes, he was aware there was a reason you were always here. There was a reason your house was devoid of life despite being filled with furniture. There was a reason you wanted Granny to love you so much, cementing in the gaps where your parents were always absent.
Did you ever want him to love you like that, too?
The next night, he sits you down on the edge of the tub with no complaints. And he's surprised that you accept the toothbrush into your mouth so easily, no resistance and no qualms like you usually have.
He sees the tired defeat in your eyes, feels the awkward tension in the bathroom, and guides your hand to the end of the brush so you can do it yourself.
"I'm sorry," he tells you without elaborating. You never need him to. (When you reminisce about this day, you sometimes laugh to yourself. You always did love how straightforward he was.)
His words are followed by a tense hug, his hands holding your head against his tummy. The brush stops moving in your mouth as you hug him back.
It dawns on him then: he's just as much of a kid as you are—feeling something as petty as jealousy when all you needed was a hug.
One day, he swears, he'll make it up to you. And he'll be nicer, too. It's the least he can do if he's all the company you have until your parents return.
Be kind, Shinsuke. That's what Yumie always told her grandson. And he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.
The day after Kita Shinsuke turns twenty-two years old, your apartment floods.
Of course he's the first one there, helping you move what you could salvage from the apartment into suitcases and onto the back of his truck. Of course he's the one to offer a place to stay, because if not him, then who else? And of course he's the one who holds you when you're stressing about what to do and where to go, hand firmly on your back as he lets you snot on his shirt like you've done since you were six.
For a brief moment, it feels as though he's just a little kid again with you making a mess of the home he grew up in.
Well, mess is a stretch—you've infinitely matured since starting food wars with him over dinner, but the point stands when he ends up helping you with an assignment. It had been pushed to the backburner with everything going on, whilst you were moving essentially everything you owned into his house as if you paid rent there.
He should have known that some things never change.
"I can't believe you kicked me out onto the floor."
Kita shuffles in the comfort of his duvet, resting atop his mattress. He stares at you with honey brown eyes swimming in conflict from the bed.
You curl tighter into a ball on the futon. And he knows this ploy—knows that you're trying to guilt trip him into swapping places with you. You've always been manipulative when it came to him, and god-forbid he be anything but an angel to you. (Because his Granny told him to, not for any other reason at all.)
"M'not the one who made a bet they couldn't win."
Words straight and cutting as ever, like a blade through your heart. You pout childishly, rolling over so that your back is turned to him.
It was your idea to challenge him when he said you were on your phone too much while working. It was your idea to be a brat and defiantly say that you could finish your assignment by midnight. It was your idea to bet this all on the most beloved yet war-inducing place in the entire house: Kita's bed.
It's hardly his fault that you got distracted with YouTube.
"I hate you, Shin."
"No y’don't."
"I do."
"No. You don't."
"Okay fine, I don't, but can we please swap now? It's freezin’ down here."
He can practically hear the pout still engraved into your face right now. And it takes every ounce of fight in him not to give into you with the snap of a finger. To argue back and list a million reasons why he should be allowed in his own bed.
Yet here he is, slipping out of the sheets almost instantly and crouching down beside the futon. He shakes your shoulder.
"Fine. Get goin' before I change my mind."
Any resolve left in his body melts away when you shoot upright with a bright smile, victorious as ever.
Sometimes you made it hard for him to imagine why he cared about you at all. You were too sly for your own good. How could he ever deny such a smile? It's not fair.
You scurry into his bed instantly, making yourself comfortable where you have hundreds of times before. "You should make sure I'm comfy. I am a guest in your house, y’know?"
Yes, Kita knows this all too well. You're trying to provoke him, to see how far you can push him until he breaks. Stubborn and obedient, he reaches down to slowly pull the blanket over your body.
There's a pause from you as he drapes you in warmth, blinking up at him dumbly as if you weren’t expecting him to do so without complaint.
"I'm..." You seem to choke on your own words, silently contemplating whether or not you should push further. "My face is still cold."
His hands hold your face instantly, warming your cheeks skin-to-skin. You stare at him with wide eyes, looking so surprised that he wonders if what he's doing is a mistake. But then your hands gently cover his, and you tug him closer until his knee is sinking down on the mattress beside you.
"M'super cold."
"It's twenty-two degrees in here," he informs you flatly.
You make a face, nose slightly scrunched in thought and brows pinched. It's such a troubled expression that he can't help but scoot a little closer.
He's being kind, that's all. He's just making sure you're okay as a friend. No, not even a friend—an obligatory companion. The lifelong thorn in his side. The reason why his back still aches some days.
Be kind, Shinsuke.
When did being kind turn into this? Into moving involuntarily, into having a second nature response to you? Into a stubborn body only movable by one soul, one voice, one pair of hands?
"Keep me warm, Shin."
He gives in to your whims without reason, without logic or hesitation. You are the sole person able to break down any semblance of routine that's been methodically coded into his muscles.
He doesn't get you, perhaps he never would. He would never completely understand your wishes, or how your cheeks were so cold yet burning hot at the same time, or why he was submitting to you so easily.
The only thing he knows is that you are still somehow the centerpiece of his life, dancing in the middle of it all like a black hole sucking in everything else; the whirlpool swirling in the center of calm waters; the supernova of his galaxy.
"...'Kay."
Maybe he doesn't need a reason to care about you. Maybe your very existence is reason enough. And he’s okay with that for once in his life. He had never been the type to go with the flow, but your hands are dragging up his neck and pulling his body onto the mattress.
That night, you both fall asleep in the bed.
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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ - (ᴋɪᴛᴀ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ)
Rrring rrrring !!
The alarm went off for 6am. Kita groaned, shuffling the blankets and turning to look at you.
He didn't have to wake up so early today. His only class was an afternoon class. Plus he stayed up last night with you, binge watching movies and cuddling on the couch.
It was around 2am when he woke up and realised how you both had fallen asleep on the couch. His neck was bent at a very uncomfortable angle.
He had craned his neck to look at you.
Only to coo at the sight of you curled up beside him, mouth drooling a huge patch onto his chest. He would keep it a secret, obviously predicting how mortified you would be if you were to know.
Now, as he stretches a hand, successfully stopping the alarm, he remembers a little something you had told him before the movie last night.
"I wanna make you breakfast in bed." You had pouted.
He could understand your complain. Every time he stayed over, he was the one making breakfast the next morning. It was a habit. And the bonus was he got to see your sleepy smile as you woke to the smell of the food.
He looks down at you, cosy and cuddled in the blankets, slightly snoring.
And he decides - five minutes more sleep won't hurt.
With one hand he laboriously sets the alarm for five minutes.
This time when the alarm rings, Kita lets it ring away, eyes shut closed. After the fifth ring, you wake up. For a second he feels you freeze against him.
And then you quickly sit up, like you remembered something.
Kita feels your palm, patting his face. He almost snorts when you bring your finger under his nose, probably checking if he's breathing. He keeps his breathing slow and steady, putting his hundred percent into the act.
You giggle. Slowly, you get up off the bed, hopping off to the kitchen, murmuring all the things you had planned to make to surprise him in bed.
And as the bedroom door closes behind him, Kita covers his face with his palms, rubbing hard against his cheeks and five o'clock beard. As he replays what happened, he grins, rolling around and burying his face in the pillow so his laugh is absorbed by it.
You just might be the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
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Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 1)
-Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo
Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku
Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu
Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu
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Sakusa Kiyoomi: When your legs touch but you don’t move away.
Kiyoomi wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds so when his old highschool team decided to meet for a reunion dinner it took you quite the effort to convince him to come. Now you two found yourselves sitting on a big table with lots of other people. For Sakusa everyone seemed to talk at the same time, all this noise and the way people were eating at the same time was almost too much to him. For this reason he didn’t pull back when your leg touched his after you had to scoot even closer together. You were his comfort, the contact of your legs calming him down and he appreciated you being there with him.
Kita Shinsuke: Nicknames
Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend Shin even knew your real name. Everytime he approached you he called you by a nickname, your favorites being darling and love. Coming from his mouth you could hear all the adoration he had for you expressed in a short name, it was one of his ways of expressing his feelings for you. On the rare occasion that he called you by your real name you reacted slightly later than usual, not being used to the sound of your own name coming from him.
Asahi Azumane: Holding hands when walking through a crowd so you don´t lose each other
Whenever you and your boyfriend had to walk through a big crowd, Azumane’s hand always found yours to guide you through the jungle of people. It all started when he lost you one time while walking through the train station and when he noticed your absence, he was about to walk to the train station office and demand an announcement regarding your absence. Luckily you were able to point out his tall stature in time and wriggled your way to him. Since then he wouldn’t have it any other way while walking through a crowd.
Hinata Shoyo: Boping each other’s noses
Often times Hinata wasn’t aware how close he was to you. In all his excitement he sometimes came close inches to your face and that’s when you softly boped your nose against his. Sometimes he only smiled apologetically but if you were lucky, he kissed your face in between his rambles.
Tendo Satori: Tucking your hair behind your ears
Tendo Satori was well known for his intense starring. He liked to look at as much as his eyes could capture, so when some strands of your hair were in his view of your face, he tucked them back behind your ear so he could capture your face completely. This was something he was doing unconsciously, so when you asked him about it one time he only replied with “I want you to be able to look at your good-looking boyfriend completely”.
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kita x reader
cw: size kink, breeding, fem reader, cervix fucking, smut mdni!
a/n: unedited, not beta’d and straight from my Google docs — having more Shinsuke thoughts :’)
“Shin, shiiiin, shin,” You whine, your body writhing in pleasure as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. 3, 4, 5 — you’re not sure how many times he’s made you cum, your mind was hazy and you were more focused on the way his thick cock makes you feel nice and full.
Kita thinks it’s cute — you’re cute.
The way you claw and grab at his sturdy arms that trap you in, between him and the mattress every time he thrusts his hips into yours — his cock reaching even further inside you while his fat, mushroom tip pounds against your cervix.
“Yes, darlin’?” Kita’s voice is laced with honey, although raspy it was still icky sweet while he places kisses upon your neck. Your cunt clenched around him — causing him to let out a low grunt as he relishes in how responsive your body is to him.
“Use yer words,” His hand coming up to your face to push back your hair that was matted against your skin before he places more kisses on the sides of your cheek. “Come on, baby tell me how good I’m makin’ ya feel.”
You’re trying so hard to form a single sentence, although it’s damn near impossible — the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls with each thrust has your mind breaking.
“‘So good, so good” You nearly scream out and your lover lets a low chuckle escape his lips. “Yea?”
“Need you,” Your breathing becomes labored, looking at him with lust blown eyes, “need you to breed me, wanna carry your babies,”
Kita’s hips still, brown eyes darkening as he looks over your disheveled form — running his tongue across his lower lip, he asks. “Ya sure, that’s what ya want? Wanna be pumped nice and full with my cum?”
You nod your head rapidly, almost desperately, you flinch when you feel him trace his hand down your stomach until it stops right above your womb. “Want me to breed this slutty pussy?” He asks, picking up his pace.
“Yes, yes, fuck, f—uck,”
Kita’s hips slam harshly against yours, the bed creaking in the process as the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans echo throughout the room.
He angles his hips — hands roughly grabbing at yours while he angles himself for better precision, drilling into you mercilessly as he gives you what you wanted.
Your walls spasming, and clenching around him as you desperately claw at the bed. It’s getting harder for Kita to hold on — you feel so warm and snug around him, and the thought of you so round, so full does nothing but ignite the feral desire in him to stuff you full of his cum, to mark you, to finally claim you.
The thought alone has his cock throbbing, and pulsating inside of you while he continues drilling into you. “F—fuck, sweetheart, yer makin’ it harder for me,”
With one final thrust, he finally cums, emptying himself inside of you — thick ropes of semen painting your walls white.. but.. it’s not enough, he needs to fill you up until he’s sure he’s gotten you pregnant.
He doesn’t pull out, and you can feel his cock stir inside you — coming back to life as repositions your body for better access.
he looks at you, strands of black and silver clinging to his forehead, and hearts in his ears, his skin is flushed — a dust of pink spreading from his cheeks to his ears.
“We’re not done yet,”
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[1:39PM] Kita Shinsuke
It's my (our) man's birthday! Of course, I couldn't forget his birthday. I don't think I can write a non-smut fic for him at all. Or more like... a non-breeding fic. This man just reeks of breeding kink, convince me otherwise. Oh and this is my first Soulmate au
Warning: 18+ let us just leave it at that (if you have been following me this long you know I rarely ever right sfw stuff...); older Shinsuke; as mentioned, soulmate au
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Soulmates operated in a rather amusing manner and had a peculiar way of working. By purposefully parting a couple destined to be together and presenting them with formidable obstacles, no matter the cost or the duration, they would invariably defy the odds and ultimately find their way back to one another.
As soon as an individual reaches the age of seventeen, akin to the legendary red string of fate, the initials of their soulmate will manifest in red on their left pinky fingers. Once the pair entwines their pinkies, their initials will vanish, symbolizing the fulfillment of their destined connection.
While a few are fortunate enough to find their soulmates nearby, others must search the world to seek their destined partners.
Kita Shinsuke, at the age of thirty-three, has not found his soulmate. Each day, he is greeted by the persistent sight of red initials, serving as a reminder that his destined partner is still out there, perhaps patiently awaiting his arrival or diligently searching for their connection.
After his grandmother’s death a few months ago, he finally opened the letter she left behind.
My dearest Shin-boy,
By the time you read this, I will no longer be on Earth with you.
My kind-hearted boy, please go and search for your soulmate. Find them and do not waste any more time. I promise I will be at peace.
Love,
Your granny
It wasn’t that Shinsuke didn’t make an effort to find his soulmate. He firmly believed that their destined connection would eventually manifest, but he had limited time left with his grandmother and wanted to ensure she had the best life possible before he embarked on a lifelong journey with his soulmate. He trusted his soulmate would understand and empathize with the priority he placed on his grandmother’s well-being.
He cast a glance at his pinky, their initials glaring at him as if he kept them waiting for over sixteen years.
Shinsuke chuckled softly, speaking to himself, “I’m on my way, I’m on my way to you. Just hold on a little while longer.”
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As the gentle music played through the church, signaling the commencement of the wedding ceremony, Shinsuke turned his gaze. His cousin Tenkin, who shared a similar journey, had found his soulmate in his thirties, despite the challenges they faced along the way. And now, it was Shinsuke’s moment, his turn to find his soulmate.
Observing his cousin standing at the altar, eagerly awaiting his bride’s arrival, Shinsuke finally noticed the uncanny resemblance. Being born just weeks apart, with their fathers as brothers, it was clear why many considered them to be almost like twins, with Shinsuke being the elder of the two.
One by one, each bridesmaid walked down and stood in their position.
In the blink of an eye, the small smile on Shinsuke’s face vanished, replaced by a sudden jolt in his chest that felt like a punch to the heart. His right hand instinctively pressed against the racing heart, feeling its profound beats pulsating beneath his palm. Meanwhile, an aching sensation emanated from his left pinky, prompting him to turn his palm upward and witness the radiant glow of his soulmate’s initials.
He turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the final bridesmaid making her way down the aisle.
As the world around them faded into a blur, his focus narrowed solely on her. In that moment, she became everything he could see, the embodiment of his desires. She was undeniably the one – the soulmate. His soulmate.
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Y/n’s grip tightened on her left hand, attempting to shake off the persistent tingle that pulsated in her left pinky.
Her soulmate’s initial glowed and her heart has been racing nonstop at the mere thought of, they’re here, my soulmate is here amongst the crowd at Tenkin and Jessica’s wedding.
As she gracefully walked down the aisle, her heart started pounding, not from nervousness, but from a deep instinct that whispered her soulmate was seated among the pews, awaiting her arrival.
Maintaining her composure and pace as they had rehearsed, she reached a specific area, only to feel her heart racing and a tingling sensation coursing through her pinky beneath her pristine white gloves. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a head turning, and her knees nearly buckled in response.
When she made it to the altar and stood beside the rest of the bridesmaids, her eyes immediately fell upon a pair that was looking directly at her.
There was no mistaking that he felt it as well, that he was her soulmate.
“You okay, Y/n?” Victoria, the other bridesmaid ask, noticing how quiet she was when they found their seating at the reception dinner.
Y/n looked up and quickly nodded and smiled, “yes, it’s been a long day and the wine isn’t helping – just making me tired.”
“That means you need to dance then!” Jessica grabbed her wrist, tugging her up from her seat and to the dance floor. “Dance off the tiredness, the night is still young!”
Despite having a glass of wine, Y/n remained sober, which was unusual for her since typically even a single glass was enough to make her feel slightly tipsy. As she swayed on the dance floor with the bridesmaids, her eyes meticulously scanned the crowd, yet she couldn’t catch a glimpse of those unique eyes or the silver hair that closely resembled Tenkin’s. It made her wonder if they were related.
Another thought crossed her mind, perhaps he left? She allowed herself a moment of relaxation, releasing the tension that had built up.
The music transitioned to a slow melody, and a flurry of couples hurried onto the dance floor to partake in a waltz.
Y/n glanced at the girls, ready to join them in leaving the dance floor, when she noticed their penetrating gaze fixed upon her. A slight frown formed on her face as she struggled to decipher their expressions. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jessica swiftly grasped Y/n’s wrists, twirling her around, causing her breath to hitch in surprise. It was then that she realized the man she had been looking for was standing behind her all along. “Shinsuke, this is Y/l/n Y/n,” Jessica hurriedly introduced, “Y/n, meet Tenkin’s cousin, Kita Shinsuke.”
Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, no doubt that he was her soulmate. His name matched the initials that is throbbing on her finger. “Shinsuke, would you like to dance with her?” Jessica added, squeezing Y/n’s shoulders in excitement.
Y/n hastily attempted to mutter an excuse but Shinsuke confidently stepped forward, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he extended his left hand. “I would be delighted to dance with you, Y/n,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.
Y/n groaned as she could feel the girls quickly fixing her hair, and smoothing her dress. Jessica reaches to pull off her gloves, “you don’t need to wear these anymore.”
Y/n’s fists quickly clenched preventing her from taking them off. “No – my – my hands are cold.”
They frowned but nodded their head, not wasting a second longer. “Enjoy your dance!”
Y/n locked eyes with Shinsuke, letting out a shaky breath before placing her gloved left hand in his. Immediately, her heart raced faster than before and her hand zapped as if she was shocked by electricity.
Shinsuke’s hand closed around her small ones and gripped it tightly, pulling her closer and placing her hand on his shoulders. “Thank you, for sharing a dance with me,” he murmured, he pulled her close, “is this okay?”
Y/n looked away, blushing profusely under his gaze. “Yes,” she murmured. She could not hear the music yet her body swayed with his lead. Her ears feel hot as it rang with how loud her heart was beating against her chest. His touch felt hot yet cool against hers and she yearned for more.
“Y/n.”
She hummed and looked up, catching his eyes, and noticing how they glowed at her.
“Do you feel it?” He whispered, his words resonating loud and clear as if they were meant only for her to hear.
She nodded her head, biting her lip, not trusting her voice at that moment.
A smile spread across his face, revealing a single dimple on his right cheek. “I feel it too,” he whispered, leaning in gradually until their foreheads gently touched. It was a simple yet intimate gesture between the two individuals who had just met but felt as though they had known each other for a lifetime.
To any onlooker, it would be evident that these two were soulmates. The intensity of their gaze and the effortless grace with which they waltz spoke volumes as if their souls have finally reunited in perfect harmony.
Once the music ended, her heart dropped slightly, her mind racing with what do we do now?
Shinsuke held onto her hand, a silent acknowledgment of the shared connection they both felt. “Will you come with me? Please?” he asked, his voice filled with earnestness.
Without a moment of hesitation, she nodded in agreement as he guide them away from the dance floor.
He guides them to an empty bench out on the garden terrace. He immediately shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it around her shoulders. “Please, have a seat.”
Y/n blushed under his gaze, God, he’s so handsome.
A gentle chuckle escaped Shinsuke’s lips as he gracefully lowered himself to one knee, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. He reached out for her gloved left hand, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “May I… remove it?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation.
“Yes,” she whispered. A smile adorned his face, revealing both of his dimples and Y/n’s head tilt back as she lets out a groan, exclaiming, “you’re absolutely torturing me with your dimples.”
Shinsuke made a mental note of her weakness against his dimples, etching it into his memory. With a swift motion, he gently removed her glove and turned her palm upward, his gaze fixated on the initials engraved on her pinky.
His initials.
KS
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he locked eyes with her before glancing down at her soulmate mark. His thumb tenderly brushed over it, and this time, instead of tingling or jolts, a sense of calmness, warmth, and peace washed over him. Shinsuke’s breath trembled as he lift his left pinky, revealing his own soulmate mark – the initials that belong to her.
Y/n blinked, fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She reached out and tenderly touched his mark, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips. “It took us sixteen years, but we finally found each other,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotions. “I shouldn’t complain,” she murmured, holding his hand, “some people wait an eternity to meet their soulmate. Sixteen years may have felt long, but what truly matters is that we found each other.” With determination in her eyes, she raised her pinky, a symbolic gesture. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” she declared, her words filled with a sense of urgency and desire to embrace their newfound connection.
“Me too,” Shinsuke whispered, linking his pinky with hers.
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The ring on Y/n’s finger shimmered, catching the light with a radiant sparkle. Just a few weeks after their fateful encounter, Y/n and Shinsuke exchanged vows in a small and intimate wedding ceremony. It was customary for soulmates to marry soon after finding each other, and both Shinsuke and Y/n were eager to seize the opportunity and avoid any further separation. Time was too precious to waste.
Stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Shinsuke’s eyes widened as the dimly lit bedroom was suddenly brightened, illuminated by the flickering candles on the cake being carried by Y/n. After a tiring day out in the field, he indulged in a long shower, craving the comfort of his home and spending the rest of his day with his wife.
“Happy birthday Shinsuke!”
He couldn’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday with a cake and candles.
“Make a wish, Shin,” Y/n whispered, eyes gleaming with love.
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candles. Shinsuke takes the cake out of her hands and set it on their dresser before approaching her.
Y/n gazed into his eyes and immediately recognized the familiar look within them. Y/n discovered that Shinsuke wasn’t as sociable as Tenkin, but he spoke through his silence, specifically through his eyes.
As he was at the moment.
She lets out a hesitant laugh, knowing what is about to come with those dark and dilated eyes. They are illuminated with passion and love. Love just for her. Y/n backed up until her back was pressed against the wall and Shinsuke reached out to grasp her hips, pressing himself against her. “Shin…” she half moaned and gasped when his towel dropped from his waist, allowing her to feel his erect bulge pressing against her.
His fingers slowly began bunching up her nightgown from below the waist. “Y/n,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, his voice barely audible, “I’ve made a wish…”
Y/n feels his fingers rubbing between her legs, she can feel his smile against her cheek as he discovers she wore no panties underneath. It has become futile wearing panties when he was just going to throw them at the end of the bed. “Y – yes and…”
“And are you going to make my wish come true?”
“If I can…”
“Oh, I know you can…” Shinsuke hooked an arm underneath one knee, hiking her leg around his hip. He rubs his cock along her pussy and she can feel his precum smearing along her slit. “Will you let me make love to you without a condom?”
Y/n trails her hands up and along his muscular tanned arms until she can cup his face, pulling his head down for a kiss. “It’s your birthday, my body, heart, and soul is yours, do as your please.”
With her permission, Shinsuke thrust inside her, feeling the complete rawness of skin-to-skin contact. “Fuck, you’re so tight… how are you so tight when we make love practically every night?”
Y/n kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and lifting herself to wrap both her legs around his waist. Shinsuke easily held her, slowly creating a pace and savoring the euphoric bliss. “Can we throw away the condoms? I don’t think I can… go back to using them.”
“Do you want to make a baby, Shin?” Y/n rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts. “We will make a baby at the rate we are going if we don’t use condoms anymore.” She runs her finger through his hair, “you can’t get enough of me just as I can’t get enough of you…”
His breath is heavy as he contemplates her question, “I wanna have more time with you before we have kids,” he whispered against her lips, “we have only just found each other and we still have time before we start making babies.”
Y/n hummed, agreeing. “Babies?”
Shinsuke shifted her against the wall and began to fasten his thrusts. “Of course… babies… as many babies.”
Their bedroom began resonating with their moans and the sound of skin on skin.
“Shin,” Y/n moaned, “I’m – I’m ovulating – it may not be the best time to cum inside of me.” His hips only seemed to increase with deeper and harder penetration. “Shin… Shin – oh… I’m so…”
His grip on her thighs tighten as he came inside of her, and the thoughts of Y/n ovulating and him cumming inside of her fertile womb tipped him over the edge. Forget his words moments ago about waiting on making babies. “Let’s make a baby now…”
Y/n’s laugh echoed throughout their room as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, Shinsuke assisted by gently helping her back on her feet. “There’s a high chance we just made one now.” She leaned herself onto the tip of her toes to press her lips against his, for a soft kiss. “But I would love to make a baby with you.”
“Babies,” he corrected, pecking her lips and walking backward, and pulling her along as they both fall onto their bed. “I want babies with you.”
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E/n: I swear, he's just the sweetest man in my head. Now back to editing my other works... or creating new stuff...
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The White Knight - Prologue
-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER
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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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"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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kinktober 2023 -> day 29
brat taming - kita shinsuke x reader
word count: 681
warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing, slight degradation, domination, kita being hella assertive
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Kita Shinsuke had a code.
He lived his life a certain way. A strict routine, repetition, a schedule he adhered to. There was a reason he was so meticulous in everything he did. He held himself to a high standard, and he expected that his actions would reflect said standard.
He also held you to a standard, and when you decided that you wanted to be a brat, he was more than willing to put you in your place and remind you how things need to be.
“Help me understand,” he murmured, voice almost inaudible due to your loud pants and whimpers. “What was going on in your head? What were you planning to achieve?”
You struggled in his grip again, though it was in vain considering the iron hold Kita’s arm had around your waist. His body served as your wall, steady and unwavering, holding you against him, your poor legs flailing on either side of his waist, trying and failing to squirm away from the rough fingers plunging in and out of you. Tears ran down your cheeks, the stimulation bordering on painful, yet Kita didn’t relent.
Everything about this was deliberate, as expected from someone like Kita. All the lights were on, a cool breeze was blowing in from the open window, covering your naked body with goosebumps. Kita was fully clothed, of course on purpose, making sure you felt that slight twinge of humiliation, a payback for how he had felt in front of his friends because you had been teasing him all night, leaving him with a very noticeable boner.
“And ya still won’t apologize.” He continued talking. “I’m surprised. See, I was sure ya knew better, sweetheart. Was sure I had taught ya better. I don’t tolerate bad behavior.”
You only continued to twitch and jerk, focused solely on the thick, calloused fingers moving inside you, burying knuckle-deep only to pull out, scraping your walls as he did, digging back in and hitting your g-spot until you cried out. It repeated, over and over, and you knew it wouldn’t stop. Not until you surrendered to him, until you apologized and admitted you were wrong. Kita had no problem continuing this constant torture, balancing you on the very edge but not letting you go over. And you didn’t know how long you could hold on to your stubborn refusal to give in to him.
“S-Shin…” You choked out, head lolling on his shoulder, hands fisting in his no longer well-ironed button up shirt.
“Hm?”
But you bit your tongue, feeling your useless pride stop you from apologizing. Kita sighed.
“Brat.”
He pulled his fingers out, drawing his hand back only to bring it forward with full force until it landed on your pussy with a resounding smack. You yelped, whole body jerking but once again unable to move away. Two more spanks followed until you were screaming, and then Kita buried his fingers in you once more.
“Now,” he began. “Wanna try that again?”
You weeped into his shoulder, a wet spot forming on the cloth there. It didn’t matter though, since his pants were already embarrassingly soaked by your juices.
“I’m sorry.” You gave in, wanting so badly to cum that you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry.” You spoke louder this time.
“Again.”
And you kept going, even as Kita’s fingers sped up and even as he pushed you to orgasm, your mouth blabbering over and over how sorry you were as you shook and released all over his hand, as you rubbed your naked chest against his and rode your high. Broken sobs of the word were still spilling from your lips as Kita laid you down, finally shedding his own clothes and nudging the tip of his cock against your wet, abused hole.
“What don’t I tolerate, sweetheart?” His lips brushed your ear, cock entering you inch by slow inch.
“B-bad behavior.” You managed to choke out, jaw dropping at the stretch his dick brought, despite being fingered into oblivion mere seconds ago. Kita hummed in approval.
“Good girl.”
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[Wedding Season] - ft. Kita Shinsuke
wc: 500
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“Kita?” you call from the bathroom.
“Hmm?”
Your face feels a bit flush. “Can you please help me?”
You hear the rustling of the bedsheets, probably Kita getting up. There’s the sound of his footsteps, muffled by the thin carpet, louder every time he takes a step closer until he’s right at the bathroom door.
“What is it?” he asks.
You make one last ditch attempt at pulling the zipper up, to no avail.
Kita knocks once, calling your name in question.
You open the door just enough to crane your neck out, holding your dress up by the neckline. “My zipper’s stuck.”
He nods. “Let me help ya, then.”
You step away from the door, turning your exposed back to him and clutching the top of your dress like a lifeline.
When Kita steps in, he easily steps right up to you, splaying one large palm on your lower back, the other hand deftly pulling the zipper up.
The affair couldn’t have lasted 3 seconds, but you felt every centimeter of the zipper close, each notch sealed together making your temperature rise a bit. When the zipper reaches the top, you exhale heavily and mumble a soft “thank you” at the floor.
Kita however, does not step away. Instead he reaches a hand around to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror. His other palm is still flat and steady on your lower back.
“Ya look beautiful.”
You gulp, positive he can feel it with his thumb and pointer finger under your chin and pinky grazing your jugular.
“Kita,” you manage to whisper.
Kita closes in, face coming in to drop a light kiss at your pulse point. Then he rises back up to his full height, only to firmly guide your jawline upwards to meet him for a kiss.
You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his steady hold on your chin, the snaking of his forearm around your waist, and the solid press of his lips against yours. You feel his tongue slide against your closed lips once. You’re ready to open up for him, but he pulls away, tugging lightly on your lower lip as he goes.
“Sorry,” he breathes out.
You’re left staring at him in confusion.
“I did not want to do this in the bathroom of the hotel. I was going to ask ya to dance after the ceremony, then ask ya to be mine. A little more romantic than this.”
As you look into his eyes, still catching your breath, you see that he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looks quite pleased, content to keep one arm wrapped around your torso and the other under your chin to keep your eyes glued to his.
It’s too much and you break eye contact, staring back at the floor, but giving him your answer in the way you press back harder against his chest and intertwine your fingers through the ones resting on your belly.
You hear him laugh breathily in your ear, reading you like a book. It’s easy when you let him pull you by the hand and out the door.
“Let’s go darlin’”
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….. can you please do “sleep with no pants” for our birthday boy kita shinsuke??? …… and make it extra spicy?? 🥹
a/n: oh. my. god. YES. i could commit tax fraud and embezzlement if he asked me to. of course. yes. yes. also, I have high alcohol tolerance so I'm not really sure how much is too much...
drunken mistakes | kita shinsuke
pairing: kita shinsuke x reader
yes, this is a continuation on "sleeping with no pants on" but I decided to make it longer/special for some reason.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!!
tw: fem!reader, alcohol misusage (drunkness), swearing, mutual pining, grinding, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!kita
pt 1 pt 2 pt 3
it was only supposed to be one drink. that's what you'd told yourself at the beginning of the night, but you would be lying if you said you stuck to what your convictions very often. for example, you told yourself not to fall for your best friend, kita. and yet here you are, drunk and in love.
anyone looking at you around your friend's apartment could see the misery on your face. they turned to each other, speaking in low voices as if you couldn't notice because you were too far gone. well, you weren't. and you knew now that they knew you're downing your eleventh shot of casamigos because of something other than "for the vibes". honestly, your facial expression probably gave it away, too, with the lame, pouty lip and mopey eyes.
the thoughts and conversations surrounding you only made you yearn for another glass of something to dim the sound of your increasing heartbeat.
reaching for the bottle of tequila, your eyes met with the last person you ever hoped to see that night.
fuck, and why was he checking his phone like he'd received an invite? you swore in your muddled mind you'd wring the neck of whichever piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to invite your best friend despite all of them knowing (at least, now) that you are head over heels in love with him.
you cursed as he took immediate notice of you.
kita.
kita
to be quite honest, I don't care much for parties or really any celebration that involves an exuberant use of alcohol. ever since high school, in fact, I'd done my very best to avoid them rather than allow myself to get sucked into caring for vomiting, regretful teens (or adults, if we're speaking in the now).
still, when I'd received a text saying that she was wasted and needed a ride who could take good care of her, I already was putting on my coat and shoes, as if I wasn't awoken to my phone vibrating numerous times at 2am. I can't help it. whenever it comes to her, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get a chance to even be around her. she's my best friend, so it's not like it's a mutual thing. just me being an idiot and getting sucked into those eyes of hers. the way she looks at me. the way she smiles. it were those thoughts and memories that had me sliding into my seat at 2:15 and on my way to one of her good friends' house.
when I arrived at the address and walked through the entrance, my first instinct was the text once again to find where she was at that current moment. it was a need. I needed to know she was safe. that she wasn't crying or confused or sick.
my skin prickled as I felt a pair of sharp eyes on me.
I lifted up my head to see two languid pupils blinking slowly at me, lips downturned and mopey.
you blinked slowly up at him. "so," you hiccuped, "you're here kita."
his brows furrowed at you. you grimaced. you knew he wasn't much for alcohol, but a more rebellious part of you thought he deserved to suck it because you didn't even want him here anyway.
"mm...kita...." you trailed off, unsure where you were planning to take the start of your sentence.
"mm?" kita replied quietly, patiently (like he always was).
"'m startin' to think I'll die single."
he let out a little scoff, "stop being silly. you're drunk. go to bed."
you pouted, "but no one wants to go to bed with me."
he flushed, thankfully it seemed you were too drunk to notice, and asked, "how many people have you been going around asking to sleep with?"
you grinned at him, "just you."
kita swallowed down the words does that mean you want to sleep with me? and instead opted for a choked "ok".
you leaned closer. "hey kita...? since I'm drunk..." you ran a finger up his arm.
he raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on.
"since 'm drunk, I was wonderin' if you'd indulge me for a little while..." you said, the last syllables of your sentence coming out in a sigh.
"what're you-" the next sound that came from kita's throat was a moan as you lifted your thighs up and placed their plush, softness on his hard, toned ones.
you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "j-just.... for a while.... b-but stop me if..." you breathed many of your words in but fuck, he didn't want you to put an end to what he'd literally been dreaming of for so long.
you then began your slow, languid pace of rolling your hips against his thighs. at this point, you weren't sure what was real and what was fake... but you knew you were dreaming. but there was no way in real life his thighs were that fucking hard.
scratch that, you must be in heaven, because the little pants you're hearing from him are more than you could've ever asked for. his quiet "ah"s made your drunken rhythm turn faster, causing you to snap your hips and begin to roll them against his groin, eliciting a sharp groan from his mouth.
"a-ahh... w-we sh-shouldn't..."
you licked a stripe up the column of his neck, shutting him up.
next, you made your way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at the fabric, all whilst rolling your hips against him. in a few seconds, all that was on was a shear bralette - lingerie, of course - and all that was below.
kita took inhaled a sharp breath. he was already rock hard and he had no idea what he was supposed to do other than let you have your way with him. he swore he wouldn't do anything in return. you were drunk... but he couldn't bring himself to pull you off of him. he was enjoying it all too much. he blushed again, but this time in shame. he was disgusting, getting off on your drunken mistake.
suddenly, you got off of him, leaving him in a strong feeling of want. he could still feel the ghost of your thighs on his legs.
but then you reached for his arm lazily, dragging him over to a bedroom. you weren't sure whose it was, just that you wanted to have your way with your best friend, just for a little while, in this lovely dream. he was so compliant. his reactions were better than you hoped for, and you were living for it.
pushing him onto the bed, he let out a grunt of surprise.
"you know... I go to sleep without my pants on every night... but tonight I just might not wear anything..."
kita swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from imagining your nude form in all its glory, riding his cock. he distantly wondered if you knew what you were doing. you had something in your eyes besides that heady lust and drunkenness that had him questioning something... that maybe, just for a second, there was something there like attraction... like love.
slowly, you slid your panties down, exposing your naked cunt. kita took another sharp breath at the sight of you.
then, you began to go at taking his own pants off. slowly, you rubbed your hands against his erection, eliciting a groan from him, and reached for his button. unclasping it, you moved onto his zipper, slowly - painfully - moving it down. when his cock sprung free, you gasped at its size. you were shocked that something so big and thick could be hiding in his pants that now seemed entirely in the way. so, you pulled them down, now angling yourself, your entrance and the head of his cock.
you both let out a groan when you sunk yourself down onto him.
kita awoke to you in his arms, naked, and his dick pressed hard against your ass. guilt washed over him again, and he wondered whether he should take his chance to escape before you could wake up and yell at him. thankfully, nothing you did was something he'd forced upon you... he had merely let you do what you wanted to him. when you moaned his name last night he thought he might lose his mind.
he leaned forward, careful not to stir you awake, and kissed the top of your head. maybe you would wake up, and instead of horror... just maybe, you'd blush.. and he could tell you how much he loved you, and not just because of what you did last night. it was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did.
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𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 ]
𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 | 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |
cw: suggestive, establish relationship, toys, kinda gn! reader but lowkey fem!reader but j ignore that
notes: double penetration is the act inserting multiple penis'/dildos or a mix of both, into an orifice of a partner.
𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 was always a very straight forward person. never once did he worry about how to say something to you, not because he didn't care, but because he trusts you, he loves you.
so it was no surprise when he brought this up to you,
"w-what?"
your voice squeaks out, mouth ajar as you stare up at him. He had just got out of the shower, washing the sweat from the beating sun of the fields of, leaving you the unbelievably seductive view of your husband.
"I was asking, tonight, or another if thats better for you, could i use a dildo on you as well?"
it was almost like you didn't hear him, your face still as you stare at him, mug and phone in each hand as you buffer through each hand. you couldn't help the curiously that spilled from you lips, inking your sudden words, blurting out your question,
"like-... like- how??"
kita's face looked twisted, smug, arousal, lust, all intermixing in his hazel eyes, glancing down at your finger as his bare figure stepped toward you, the loose towel shifting on his hips. he couldn't stop himself, his hands running down your arms, eyes glazing over your figure like he was staring at his last meal,
"maybe... maybe at the same time i was having you?"
he sighed just as his words ended, almost like he couldn't keep himself together at the idea, as though his mind was already elsewhere,
"maybe... maybe in the same hole.... stretch your little hole out..."
hands trembling by your side, you stared up at his distracted lips, your breath shuddering in awkward pace as his hands rose goosebumps in their wake.
suddenly, his eyes flicked up to meet yours, burning with a dark lust so common in your seemingly innocent husbands eyes,
"so?"
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kinktober be exhausting me do not expect fics after this shift swear to god :'(. i'm so tired but every time i look at who im writing next i start giggling and kicking my feet so idk what kind of high and fall this is but go off.
༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎
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Kita Shinsuke in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫
-a series of airport drabbles.
Previously: Sakusa Kyoomi “Lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”
Next: Asahi Azumane “No, please don’t stop, I like the sound of your voice!”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
“You make me proud, you know that right?"
Unable to keep your feet still, you were pacing around the baggage claim at the airport. Only a semester abroad and you were nervous as hell to be back in Japan. Especially because you really wanted to see your boyfriend Shin again. While waiting for your luggage you reminisced about the times before you went away. Kita was really the perfect boyfriend, he supported and even encouraged your decision to go to another university abroad for a semester. Saying good-bye was hard but those nights where you missed him in your bed next to you were even harder. Sometimes all the adventures of the exciting daily life got too much and you simply wanted to cuddle with Shinsuke on the couch on his simple farmhouse, not having to worry about anything. Naturally you couldn’t wait to be with him again. With a soft smile you grabbed your finally arriving luggage and proceeded to get to the arrival’s hall, where you were supposed to meet with kita.
Kita was nervous as well. On the one hand he was really excited and couldn’t wait for your return, on the other hand he was worried. Even before you went away, he had doubts about not being enough for you. The last thing he wanted was to hold you back from reaching your potential but that was hard when he was earning his living with working a rice farm. So, what if you realized now that he indeed wasn’t enough? What if you had gotten a taste of the fast and changing life of living abroad on your own and didn’t want to go back to the simple life on his farm again? He wanted to ask you all those questions but not now, first he wanted you back in all your glory. The rest would show itself eventually. Despite the agonizing feelings in his heart, he couldn’t help but to feel incredible proud on how far you´ve come. So that’s what he whispered in your ear after a soft kiss, that he could never forget, not missing the relieved sigh that escaped your lips.
“You make me proud, you know that right? You are amazing! And even though I never want you to leave me again, I know that you´re bound to do something great. I will support you all the way, even if it means that there will be a great distance between us again.”
“Shin you can´t imagine how much I’ve missed you. To be honest, this experience wouldn’t have been half as good as it was without having your support. I love you so much, I feel like I never want to be away from you for so much time again.”
It took you another half an hour to make it out of the airport without sobbing bodies and sloppy kisses.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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꒰ Heaven on Earth: ꒱
꒰ pairings: ꒱ ⋮ Shinsuke Kita x Fem!Reader
꒰ contents+warnings: ꒱ ⋮ breeding, established relationships, established relationship, oral (fem!receiving).
꒰ words from vi: ꒱ ⋮ i posted this on ao3, edited juuuuust a bit to post here. anyways 3.2k of me simping for kita.
"Angel, I'm home." Kita's voice rings through the house as he's greeted by Tamago — the family's fluffy white pup, who is anything but small, who also reaches right up to Kita's shoulders when she's on her hind paws.
Tamago rushes to the door — tail wagging delightfully behind her, whooshing with each step. She tackles him while placing her large paws on his stomach, nearly knocking him over as she bounces all over the place. Whining and barking before Kita speaks up. "Did ya miss me?" He coos, tenderly petting her head, his hands ruffling her soft fur, making her ears perk up. She barks in response as if she knew what he was asking when in all honesty, she was just happy to be here.
"Alright, calm down, girl." Kita hums, shooing the enthusiastic pup with his hands as she circles around his knees, her heavy tail hitting him with a thump as she plays with his pants. She bites and pulls on the material. "Tamago, please." Although his voice was soft, the way he said her name held a certain sternness, as if he was scolding a child. Tamago tilts her head cutely before scurrying off toward the kitchen.
"Love, are ya home?" Kita calls out as he wanders aimlessly throughout your shared home before remembering which way Tamago went. He's guided by the rich smell of spices and herbs leading him towards the kitchen. He could feel his mouth starting to water. Whatever you were making smelled amazing.
"I'm in the kitchen, dear!" You turn your head to call back, loud and clear. Although you feel embarrassed by your volume when you realize you didn't need to scream — nor did you need to tell him where you were since he, in fact, knew where you were seeing as he was leaning his weight on the doorway.
Kita would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing how cute you were when startled or how adorable you were as you apologized for yelling indoors. You give him a nod before turning your attention to the stove.
"Mmm' don't worry 'bout it." Kita hums, making his way towards you — careful with his footsteps, not wanting to make too much noise. You can feel his large hands wrap around you, tugging at your frilly apron before they settle on your waist. Your husband pulls you close, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck before.
"Did ya miss me?" He asks, his warm breath tickling your neck. You giggle, and it sounds like music to his ears. You were absolutely perfect. "Of 'course I did, sweetheart."
Tamago watches in boredom, her brown eyes trailing from you to Kita before she let's out a loud yawn as she rests next to the fridge — highly unbothered by the show of affection and more focused on relaxing. You wriggle a bit, freeing yourself from your lover's hold. "Don't you want to get cleaned up before dinner, ya know, shower or something?" You tease. Kita twirls you around as if you were a ballerina until you're face to face with each other.
"Do I stink?" Kita sticks out his lip, pouting, his tone laced with worry as he raises his arms in an attempt to smell himself. "I don't stink, do I?" You laugh at his childlike naivety before giving his nose a little boop.
"All I can smell is the aroma of the food yer cooking." Kita sucks in a deep breath, inhaling the various smells of spices, chopped onion, and even cooked garlic and other veggies. "Ya sure it's not the dog yer smellin'?" He gestures his head towards Tamago's direction, and he's met with her infamous side-eye as she lifts her head and snorts. You laugh. For a dog, she sure was a diva. "I'll have you know. I bathed her before you got here."
"Sorry, Tama', didn't mean to insult ya." He chuckles. Kita moves closer to you, leaning over your body slightly to catch a glimpse of what was sizzling in the skillet. "Whatcha' makin'?"
"Tofu burgers and cooked vegetables." You grin, knowing that those were your husband's favorite things to eat.
"Have I died and gone to heaven? What'd I do to deserve this?" Then, raising his thick brows, he gives you a quizzical look.
"Nothing, nothing. Just thought I'd show you how much I appreciate you." You're not lying. Your husband works so hard day in and day out to ensure your needs are satisfied — never asking for anything in return and always making your life easier. You're truly grateful for him.
"Yer an angel, ya know that?" You can feel the heat start to rise to your cheeks, doesn't matter if you have been married to him for over 5 years. You'll always fall victim to his charm. "Shin, stoooop." You whine, pushing his hands away from you as you try to hide your flustered expression — your smile never leaving your face. But to no avail, your husband was much stronger than you were and he refused to budge.
"I mean it! I thank tha Gods' every day for putting you in my life." You never once doubted him, no matter how many times he says it. His eyes soften and you can feel the warmth of love illuminating from them — he leans his face in closer so that both your noses are touching while his lips hover mere inches away from yours. "Shin." Your words come out breathless before he places a gentle kiss upon your soft lips.
You push him before he can deepen the kiss. "Not in front of Tamago." You reprimand him as he were a child, reminding him of your guy's fur baby that's casually laying against the fridge, not even paying attention to you both. Kita groans before he steps aside, digging into the cupboards in search of something. The sound of him rummaging had Tamago's ears perking up, as soon as he finds what he's looking for she's already on all fours. Her eyes light up as she sees the box labeled 'dog treats.' Kita smirks, ready to outplay her.
Fishing his hand inside the box, he pulls out two bone shaped treats before making his way over to the kitchen door that's connected to the outside. Turning the handle he gives Tamago one good look before tossing the treats into the wild. "Go get 'em!" She takes off and Kita shuts the door behind her — locking it with ease. "That'll keep her busy for a bit." He muses, making his way back to you.
"So now, let me show ya' how much I appreciate ya." He wraps one arm around your form while he takes your chin in his hand — cradling it with his fingers. "This time with no distractions."
"Shinsuke, I'm trying to cook."
"I think just this once, I want dessert first.." He counters, moving you out the way as he turns off the stove and switches the skillet to a cold burner. You sigh. "You're being greedy." This time you cradle his face delicately in your smaller hands, before placing a chaste kiss upon his lips.
"Can ya blame me? I just want my wife to know how much I love her." He smiles against your lips. Then, he picks you up and gently places you on the kitchen island to not hurt you — your legs dangle off the edge. He helps you take off the apron you're wearing, you're not sure why you're neatly folding it, but you do it anyways before you place it beside you.
"Spread yer legs, please, angel." You stifle a chuckle. You found it amusing how even when he's about to do something so sinful and lewd, he still had the courtesy to be polite. You'd make a mental note to thank your grandmother-in-law for raising such a wonderful man later.
You do as you're told with no complaints, spreading your legs wide enough for Kita to slot himself between them. Then you pull your dress up, bunching it to your waist so that he has the perfect view of your lacy red underwear.
"Mm' fancy panties? It's like ya were expectin' this to happen, my little vixen." He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties — admiring the soft silky fabric before pulling them down past your thighs and down to your knees. You shimmy them off your ankles and kick them onto the floor until you're practically exposed.
The cool air hitting against your core caused your body to shiver as Kita kept your legs propped open with his body. You feel slightly embarrassed, shifting in your place as your husband stares at your aching cunt through half-lidded eyes as if he were mesmerized by the sight before him.
He places gentle butterfly kisses upon your plush thighs before trailing his soft lips further up your body, slowly approaching your puffy folds. He plants his tongue flat against your cunt, licking broad, languid stripes across your entrance.
Kita is a man who'd prefer to take his time and savor his food before devouring it whole. It showed by how tantalizingly slow he was lapping at you — this was his way of savoring you. Although the sentiment was nice, you hated it. You wanted him to ruin you, to make you scream and cry as you cum on his tongue. "Shinsuke, please."
"Please what, angel? Ya know ya gotta use yer words." Kita questions. You place your hands upon your lover's head, and your fingers tread gingerly through his hair as you massage his scalp. Kita hums against you in contentment, sending vibrations into your core.
"Please make me cum." You whine out in frustration.
"Are ya sure I'm the one being greedy?" He looks up, his brown eyes making contact with yours, and you can see the playfulness in them. Of course, he's more than willing to oblige after this was all about you. He didn't need to be told twice. He buries his face deeper into your cunt, and his nose bumps against your clit as he fucks his tongue in and out of you vigorously.
"Shin— Shin, you feel so good." You whimper, your hands clawing at the surface underneath. Then, feeling desperate for more, you close your eyes, grinding your core into his face. Your hearts racing and the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as you're on the verge of cumming — all you needed was a little more friction. You're so close until...
He pulls away, and you whine at the loss of sensation, the knot in your stomach suddenly disappearing. You feel an ache between your thighs.
"Ya taste as divine as ya look. I could savor ya forever and never get tired." You open your lust-filled eyes to stare at the man between your thighs in bewilderment for bringing you so close to your orgasm just to dangle it over your head as if you were a cat playing with a string tied to a stick. "Come on, don't look at me like that, will ya?"
You're about to say something. However, before you have the chance, you feel Kita sliding two thick fingers into you — the penetration throwing you off and causing your words to die in your throat. He's always been skillful with his hands, knowing where to poke and prod that has you screaming his name while you see stars.
He angles his fingers and curves them slightly so they rub against your sweetest spot as he continues to pump them in and out of you while he lazily thumbs at your throbbing clit. Then, finally, he moves his face closer to your cunt, parting his lips. Next, he places his mouth upon your bundle of nerves — replacing his thumb with his tongue. Saliva drips down Kita's chin as he continues to sloppily suck and slurp on your puffy clit.
You can feel the knot in your stomach coming back as Kita continues his ministrations without delay. He finally gives you the release you were so desperately looking for. A pornographic moan spills from your lips as your body convulsed in pleasure, your orgasm crashing through your body as you cum on your lover's pretty face.
Kita pulls away, licking your slick from his lips. You can hear him fumbling with his belt and watch as he effortlessly discards it, along with his pants, then finally, he takes off his shirt. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers, your eyes follow the silver trail of hair on his stomach until they land on his crotch. You don't fail to miss the wet spot on the front, but you'd instead not question it.
You opted to watch in silence as his cock springs to life, hitting his stomach with a slap as soon as he pulls his boxers down.
Kita's leaky cock was pretty. It had two prominent veins decorating the shaft, and no foreskin, so you could really admire how cute the flushed tip was, even when it was leaking precum. And for the first time tonight, he found himself feeling embarrassed, the tips of his ears going just as red as his face as you stared intently at his cock.
"Shin, you're beautiful." You say absentmindedly, but you really did mean it. Kita has always been beautiful to you, even when you were both in school together. You were shocked when you confessed your feelings for him and even more shocked when you had learned he had always reciprocated. Hell, you were grateful for that shot of tequila you had that day. If it weren't for that liquid courage, you don't think you'd be here right now — married for over 5 years. "Ya think so?" Kita asks, and you nod your head in reassurance.
Your husband pins your body underneath his and you're forced to lay your back onto the cold surface of the island. He has one hand planted above your head while the other is stroking his cock as he aligns it with your awaiting hole.
You don't mind the wait; honestly, it gives you time to admire your husband's body. Kita hasn't always been this built. He'd always been lean in his youth — it wasn't until after his teenage years did his body start to fill out nicely, with muscle and a little bit of pudge. (Not that you're complaining! Kita's little stomach is your favorite to cuddle because it's so soft. And to be fair, it's your fault he's put on the extra weight.) You absolutely loved feeling his weight pressing against you.
You're brought out of your stupor as you feel the tip of Kita's cock forcing itself inside as he sinks past your folds — the ridges of his shaft rubbing deliciously inside you as it drags along your walls. He hisses as he finally bottoms out. It was a tight fit; however, it's not your fault he's so big, so thick, and so long. Sitting at a solid 8 inches when he's hard. The pudge of his stomach rests nicely against your pubic bone as he gives you time to adjust to his size.
As soon as you give Kita the confirmation he was waiting for, he begins rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. The way his cock dragged slowly throughout your body with each thrust felt excruciating, and you ached for him to be rougher with you — not wanting him to keep touching you as if you were a doll. You desperately rut your hips against him, and then you feel the weight of his large hand pressing into your hip, holding you still.
"Let me cherish ya." You glare at him, although your gaze held no malice. "Please?" He asks this time, and you sigh. Allowing him to do as he pleases.
"Ya know, been thinkin'—"Kita stops mid-thrust as he drawls out his thoughts. "Been thinkin' bout how good ya look all-round 'n swollen with my kids." Your walls involuntarily clenched around his cock — hard, you'd be lying if you've never thought about bearing his children. Kita gives you a lopsided smirk before he rams back into you. You let out a choked sob.
"Is that want ya want?" He thrusts into you, picking up his pace as you desperately nod your head, unable to form any coherent thoughts, or words, for that matter. Simply enjoying the feeling of getting fucked silly.
"Sweetheart, I'm talking to ya." His voice snapped you from your delusions, the familiar feeling in your tummy becoming unbearably tight as if it were going to burst at any given moment.
"Yes, yes, oh god, please— Shinsuke, please breed me!" Pleased with your answer, Kita angles his hips determined to hit your sweetest spot with precision. As Kita's name rolls off your tongue like a prayer, you no longer hold back your moans, not caring how loud you're being.
"Atta girl, look at ya.. lookin' beautiful as ya cum on my cock." As if on cue, the tip of Kita's cock pounds against that spot that has you seeing stars. Your fluttering walls clench and constrict around him — and he's trying his hardest not to cum right then, desperate to steal one more orgasm from you.
He gives you no time to recover from your post-orgasmic bliss as he continues rutting his hips into yours at an inhumane pace — you're scared if he goes any harder, he'll knock you off the kitchen island, so your wrap your arms around him as if you're clinging onto him for dear life.
A ring of white forms at the base of his cock as he rips orgasm after orgasm off you — your juices dripped down his shaft as they coat his heavy balls that slap against you with each thrust.
"Mmm' sorry angel, ya just feel so good." You've long lost count of how many times you've come, you felt sensitive, and your brain felt dizzy, you couldn't even register the 'I love yous' coming out of Kita's mouth.
As if the gods took pity upon your poor soul, you feel Kita's cock pulsate inside you - his balls tightening in desperation. He was close. With one final thrust, he finally came, his cock twitching as it shot spurts of white deep inside you, saturating your walls with his seed. He removes his softening cock, putting it back inside his pants before replacing it with his fingers that slide inside your thoroughly used hole easily. "Shin, no more, please." Your voice sounds hoarse, and you can barely lift your head to look at him. He pumps his fingers inside of you, and your body tensed up. "Sorry, just makin' sure ya don't waste any."
He retracts his fingers, then gathers your limp body in his arms and hoists you up before carrying you off to the bathroom. "I love ya, now let's go get ya cleaned up." He muses although he can't help but shake the feeling that he's missing something — or someone.
"That's nice and all, but please don't forget to let Tamago in." Ah, there we go. As soon as you're cleaned up, then he'll let her in — hell, he'll even finish dinner and make ya favorite dessert.
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