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Waterlogged

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 1.4K GENRE - smut CW - oral f!receiving, semi-public, unprotected sex, creampie

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Fall settles quickly into the kingdom of Inarizaki after summer. Bringing with it, another season of cold rain. Downpours to be more exact. Nothing like the spring showers.

Shinsuke was used to not having to worry about it, the pathways of the kingdom always being covered by large awnings, stitched together leaves designed to keep the faeries dry. But on the outskirts of the kingdom it was different. There were no coverings, no protection from the rain, he thought he would care more.

The rain had started suddenly today. A partially cloudy morning that suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

His wings were way passed waterlogged, forcing him to walk alongside you.

Force being a relative term here.

He's not in the slightest upset about the chance to spend more time with you as you both make your way back to your home.

Your laughter fills the space between the sounds of rain as the two of you dash through the open field. Dipping under mushrooms for some shelter.

Shinsuke always grasps your waist as you dip under another covering, his smile never leavs his lips as he presses your back to the mushroom's soft stem, kissing you breathless before you dash to the next one.

Every kiss and every dash seems more intense, making you needier for your lover. You should be freezing from the way that the water soaks your clothes, but the way Shinsuke's body presses against yours makes you feel hot in your skin.

Shinsuke's kisses turn more fervent now, his body bent to your height, kissing you from below as his hands cup your jaw, steam seeming to form between the two of you as his hands slide down. They trail the sides of your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms, looking for your hips until he can lift your legs around his waist. Your dress slides up by the movement alone, making it easier for him to slide his clothed cock against you.

He can't help but pull back from the kiss, to see the way your swollen lips part to pant as your head tips back against the stem. His eyes rake the length of your neck, how water droplets drip down it and gather along your collarbones. He swears he can visibly see the way your pulse quickens under his touch.

Your dress is sheer from the rain and he's reminded of the first night he thought of having you like this, your date on the lake that had ended with you both in the water. Your nipples hard and showing through your dress, he's so fixated on how warm you feel against his length as he ruts against you.

Shinsuke thinks that you're the only person he would kneel for. And he's certain that he wants to now.

He lets your legs down from his waist as he lowers himself in front of you. He doesn't care as his knees sink into the mud, staining his pants, he's too focused on hooking your knees over his shoulders and attaching his mouth to your cunt through the only cloth still covering it.

Shinsuke's impatient tongue dips under the cotton, collecting your wetness as he does. The foreign feeling has you gasping, thighs shaking at the sudden pleasure. His hands pin your hips to the stem, keeping you high enough for him to easily access what he was desiring.

He doesn't mean to rip the fabric from your body but he's not exactly upset when it falls to the ground and grants him access to more of your skin.

You're slightly embarrassed at the way you feel your own wetness coating your thighs as Shinsuke's tongue presses to the sensitive bud of nerves. Shinsuke would love to have stayed down there, lick into you until you came undone for thim. However, his body freezes as yours moves.

You don't mean to do it, don't even know what you've done. Your foot grazing that sensitive spot in between his wings as you squeeze your thighs around his head.

Shinsuke can't help what it does to him, the movement makes him so sure he's about to cum in his pants. His forehead rests for a minute against the softness of your hips, pressing just above your mound, creating a pressure that has you whining, as he tried to ease his sudden need.

He would've wanted to stay down there but he can't help but move your legs back to his waist as he stands, faster than you can process until his lips are back against yours.

"My beloved please, beloved please let me." Shinsuke's whispers are desperate against your lips as he pants heavily. "Need to be in you please."

He doesn't even need to ask, you mimic back his desperation. "Please, Shin, please please."

His fingers blindly undo his pants, his length sinking into you quickly. You gasp in unison of his moan, the two of your sounds mixing as his hips buck up into you.

The sound of your cunt gushing around his cock has your ears burning in embarrassment. The fact that you can hear it over the sound of the rain falling, while shameful to you, is sweet on Shinsuke's ears. He knows it's just a testament to how bad your body wants him.

You try to bury your face in Shinsuke's shoulder but he catches you in a kiss before you can, a soft movement compared to the constant quickness of his hips. "So fucking pretty for me like this my love."

Your whispered chants of his name spur on his chase of your high. Your hands drape over his shoulders, pulling him closer as he kisses down your neck. Your nails scratch against that same spot and a sudden fullness starts to fill you as Shinsuke's broken moans greet your ears, vibrating against the skin of your neck.

Shinsuke doesn't know what hit him for a moment, the effects of his orgasm clouding up his brain. He knows what wings mean to faeries, was raised on the rules of them. The reminder to not let others touch them because wings are an intimate thing, a private thing between you and the faerie you intend to marry.

He learned on his own about the reason why, their sensitivity. He knows he should tell you, but he swears he's never cum that hard in his life before. He can tell you about it after, he decides in a split second, he wants to do it again.

He keeps fucking into you, your own orgasm comes quickly, the feeling of Shinsuke's cum dripping onto your thighs as he fucks it out of you, intent only to fuck more into you. He's overstimulated, especially as your nails continue to scratch at the sensitive spot where his wings meet the skin of his back. But he can't seem to care, the blissed out look on your face making him dizzy as he carries on.

You swear it's hours before Shinsuke lets you down, your legs shaking. You're incredibly full, full of his cum, heavy drops of it coating your thighs.

Your head spins as he picks you up, arm under your unsteady legs and one behind your back. Your hands are easily slung around his neck, head on his shoulder as he starts back towards your place. The downpour having eased into a softer rain during your time under the mushroom.

He won't admit to himself why he's carrying you the way he is. Swears that it's because you're too tired to be carried any other way, not about his desire to keep any more of his cum from slipping out of you.

You're asleep by the time the two of you are back to your place. Shinsuke takes care of you easily, like second nature, cleaning you up and tucking you into your warm bed.

He knows you're asleep but he kisses the spots where your wings would be and whispering about how beautiful you are. Words about how he adores you, hoping that somehow his words reach through your sleepy consciousness.

He's so spent as he's trying to get back to the palace, nearly falling asleep as he tries to walk home, wings still damp. His fox spirits are half-carrying him by the time he gets back to the palace.

He should regret it, his wings still heavy and his body aching, but the loopy smile on his face would tell anyone that he doesn't in any way. Not even for a second.

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that wasn't what it sounded like!

synopsis: you overhear him say he doesn't like you

characters: kita, atsumu

warning/s: angst to fluff (this was written in 2021 so this is also unedited 😭 !!)

note/s: i could've sworn i already reuploaded this but i couldn't find it

kita:

you were helping kita around his house, knowing that his grandmother was sick. you couldn’t help but lend them a helping hand. kita felt guilty for dragging you away from your free time, but you assured him it was no problem at all. you’ve always loved granny yumie and knowing that you could help her out in different ways while she was sick brought a smile to your face. 

“thank you again for doing this, (l/n).” kita said, a guilty lilt in his voice. you laugh, shaking your head and slapping his arm gently. 

“you’re always so formal, aren’t you, shin? and didn’t i tell you? it’s no worry!” you smile, your eyes bright as you finish your task at hand. 

kita shook his head, before he finished wiping the windows. “i still can’t help but feel guilty.” you scoff playfully before turning towards him with a sincere smile. 

“i like spending time with you... and granny, so don’t worry, okay?” you say, trying to bite back the blush that was escaping your face.

thankfully, the bicolored male didn’t notice and just nodded in response. you turn away quickly, briskly walking to another area and patting your cheeks softly. 

you almost let yourself slip. 

unbeknownst to the both of you, granny yumie was leaning against the doorway, a fond smile on her face as she watched her grandson look at your figure with a lovestruck gaze. 

“my, what a domestic sight.” the both of your heads turned towards granny yumie who looked back with a cheeky smile.

“granny!” “granny!” granny yumie laughed, “oh, look how in sync you are.” she teased, unbeknownst to the both of you, you were both wearing matching blushes. 

“you shouldn’t get out of bed.” kita stated directly, knowing that his grandmother can be stubborn. 

“i was hungry, shin-chan.” granny yumie explained, her body was visibly weakening as she held herself up by her shaky hands.

“please go back to bed, granny. i’ll cook you some food.” this time, it was you who replied as you turned back to look at kita. 

“please assist her, kita-san.” you say before heading to the kitchen. “you heard (l/n), granny. let’s go back.” you couldn’t see it as you walked away but granny yumie had a teasing smile on her face as she looked back from you to her grandson. 

—

“i like her for you, shin-chan.” granny yumie said as kita tucked her into her bed. 

“here you go again...” kita mumbled before fluffing the pillow making sure his grandmother was comfortable. 

“i’m serious! i’m not getting any younger here!” granny yumie said, her voice weak as she situated herself on her comforters. “i need to at least see you walk down the aisle before i go.”

kita gave her a look. “of course, not now.” his grandmother laughed. “the earlier, the better. and i would love it even more if it were (y/n) who’s walking towards you.” her statement caught her grandson off guard. a vibrant shade of red bloomed on the male’s face as he coughed to hide the very embarrassed expression on his face. 

“granny.” kita said, as if there were a hint of warning in his tone. “you shouldn’t say things like that, it might make (l/n) misinterpret.” 

“am i saying something wrong, shin? do you not like (y/n)-chan?” kita sighed, as if he were physically pained to answer this question. 

“no, granny. i don’t like (y/n) like that.” he said with an insistent tone, unbeknownst to the fact that you were listening right outside the door. 

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, the food was cooked quicker than you have anticipated and you planned on informing them. you were about to turn your back and just prepare the food in general, but you hear your name come out and you couldn’t help but tune in. 

how you wish you didn’t. 

maybe if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have to hear your heart break at the blatant denial of the guy you’ve liked for so long. 

maybe you wouldn’t be trying to keep your feelings at bay as you try to recall all the times kita made you feel as if it actually meant something. 

‘good to know i now know where i stand’ you thought to yourself before gently knocking on the door, alerting the two kitas in the room. 

“oh, sorry. was i interrupting something?” you pretended as if you weren’t aware of the conversation that just unfolded a few minutes ago. you knew waiting for at least three minutes before knocking would diminish the risk of them finding out that you knew.

“ah, (y/n)-chan, no, not at all!” granny yumie beamed, you couldn’t see the conflicted look on kita’s face, you didn’t even look at him as you smiled at his grandmother. 

“the food is all done, granny. but, i don’t think i can eat with you.” a pout forms on the elder’s face. “my friend just called and needs something urgent, she seems really troubled.” you lie.

you felt bad lying, but you don’t think you could handle sitting on the same dining table kita will for the moment. 

“are you sure you can’t stay to eat, (l/n)? the food you cooked looks lovely.” it was kita who said that this time, you gave him the smallest smile you can muster before apologizing again. 

“i’m really sorry, i’ll make it up next time, granny.” you bowed slightly before turning your back and walking away. 

you didn’t hang out with kita since then, finding various excuses to not go to his house and in a way, you felt guilty. how couldn’t you? you missed granny yumie and you knew that what you’re doing was unreasonable. 

“i have to go home early, sorry. kita-san.” being the only reason you say before turning away from kita who asked if you could help out once more. you couldn’t see it, but he hopes you could at least feel the uneasy tension that built up between the both of you. 

you didn’t hear the disappointed yet sad sigh that escaped the captain’s lips. 

-

“(y/n)-chan?” granny yumie said in confusion, you gave her a smile before bowing your head. “is shin-chan not with you?” you purse your lips and shake your head. 

“ah, i think he has extra practice, in preparation for nationals.” you explain, granny yumie nodded with a grin before pulling you inside. 

“you haven’t been visiting lately!” granny yumie whined as she made you sit down by the table. 

“ah… right, i’ve been busy, granny. sorry.” you felt bad for lying, but how were you supposed to say you’ve been avoiding her grandson because you didn’t want your unrequited feelings to get in the way between your friendship? 

“you know, you can’t lie to me, missy.” granny yumie smirked before taking a hold of your hand. 

“this is because of my shin-chan, isn’t it?” “i...” “i saw you peep through the door that day, (y/n)-chan.” she explained, her wrinkly hand caressing your soft ones with a tone of understanding.

you felt bad. just why did you think you could lie to granny yumie?  

“do you like my shin-chan, (y/n)?” she asked, a curious lilt to her tone. you knew there was no point in lying, with a small nod, you looked down and confirmed your feelings for her grandson. 

“ah, young love.” granny yumie laughed, you didn’t notice how she looked past you to see her grandson looking at the scene with shock. 

“i’ll leave the both of you to talk, then.” your head shot up fast, looking behind to see kita with a barely visible blush on his face. 

with another chuckle and a teasing pat on the head, granny yumie left the living room. 

silence bestowed the both of you, neither of you knew what to say to each other. for the first time in kita’s highschool life, he felt nervous. 

“(l/n)-” “kita-” you say at the same time before chuckling at the coincidence, the previous awkward atmosphere dissipating as kita looked at you with a small smile on his face. 

“i… overheard what you said to granny.” kita started, before he coughed, trying to hide the newly rising blush on his face. “about you liking me.” 

you purse your lips and look down before sighing. “i did too.” 

the atmosphere became tense, kita stiffened at your words. 

“look, kita. if you don’t like me that way, i understand.” you reassure, though your heart was beating loudly in your chest. kita shook his head before taking a few steps forward to where you sat. 

“may i explain, (l/n)?” you nodded at his words. 

“i declined because you know how granny is… she’s very fond of the idea of me getting married as soon as i have someone.” he starts, staring straight into your eyes and his hands inching closer to yours.

“it’s not as if i don’t want to marry you, i do- but-” your breath hitched as kita stumbled upon his words. “wait.” kita was frantic. you gave him a comforting smile, placing your hand on top of his as a sign of reassurance to go on and that you understand. 

kita’s actions surprised you as he intertwined your fingers together, his warm hands enclosing yours. 

“it’s just, i was scared that granny will accidentally tell you when i confirm it. i trust granny, but you know how careless she is when she gets excited.” that elicited a laugh out of you, kita smiled before continuing, looking at your intertwined hands. 

“i didn’t want you to think that i like you just because you were granny’s ideal type for me. i liked you way before you met her.” he reassures, by now your face has heated up as you realized kita was staring at you with the softest and affectionate gaze that was solely for you, you just never realized.

“kita...” you start, squeezing your connected hands a bit tighter. “i’m sorry for not talking this out… it’s just, i was really heartbroken because-” “you don’t need to explain, (l/n). i understand.” kita noticed you stumbling over your words. with a grateful smile, you looked at your clasped hands once more before twitching it slightly. 

“so...” you didn’t know what would happen now, you both knew you liked each other, but what now? 

“if it’s okay.” kita interrupted your thoughts, you faced him to see a blush on his face. “i would like to court you.” you couldn’t help the smile that erupted from your face. 

you stood up and tugged him into a hug. “you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say as his arms went around your waist. 

“court me or not, i’ll say yes.” you reassure, you felt his heart beat faster at your words. 

“glad to hear that, but i would like to win your heart once more. if you’ll let me, (y/n)?” your first name sounded like comfort coming from his lips. 

“okay, shinsuke.” you couldn’t see the smile that invaded kita’s handsome features. 

unbeknownst to the both of you, granny yumie was about to call the both of you for food, but seeing the moment that unfolded a few seconds ago made her bite her tongue and let you be for a while. 

granny yumie smiled as she saw first hand that her grandson was indeed falling in love. 

atsumu:

a snort came out of your mouth as you rolled your eyes at atsumu’s statement. 

“you better stop snorting, you’re sounding even more like those squealing pigs little by little everyday.” atsumu said, you shot him a glare before a smirk formed on your face. 

“i’m glad to know you’re invested with my progress of being that animal you have a plush of, you can’t sleep without it, right?” you cooed, atsumu shot a glare once more, trying to hide the redness that was slowly seeping up to his neck. 

“oh, am i wrong?” you mused sarcastically, “that was ‘samu’s!” you smirked, pulling out your phone and showing you the video that suna sent you when he slept over at the twins’ house. 

“the blonde hair looks awfully familiar, no?” in the video, atsumu was asleep, drool was escaping from his mouth. his mouth was wide open and snores were clearly heard from the blonde. there was snickering from behind the camera, you knew it was suna as osamu neared his twin brother and tried prying the stuffed animal from his arms. 

a sharp jerk of the blonde's body was seen from the video as he unconsciously swatted away his brother’s hand from his plushie. 

you laughed as the video ended, seeing atsumu red with rage as he huffed and tried to deny even though he was clearly caught red handed. 

atsumu internally thanks suna’s angling, the stuffed pig wasn’t even that visible, only a fraction of pink was seen in the video and if it were more, you would’ve noticed that it was the gag gift that you have given atsumu for christmas. 

“cat got your tongue, superstar?” you taunted. atsumu rolled his eyes, giving a curt ‘whatever’ as a response. 

“as much as i would love to record you guys getting at each other’s throats, kita-san is getting annoyed that the line-up is incomplete.” you hear suna say as he walks towards the both of you. you gave the middle blocker a smile, greeting him with enthusiasm. 

“feel free to get this pest out of my sight, rin.” you say sweetly before walking away, not before hearing atsumu mumble a few sarcastic phrases under his breath. 

once you were out of earshot and sight, you put a hand on your chest and sigh with a stupid lovestruck grin on your face. you knew you were in too deep and you hated it. 

you and atsumu always went at it as if there was a prize for the one who makes the other speechless. it became a routine and somewhere along the lines, you fell. 

it was idiotic to fall, but how couldn’t you? he matched your vigor, tolerated your attitude and understood you. plus, you knew the plushie he was hugging came from you. you had it custom made after all. 

you knew you had to suppress your feelings before it ruins the dynamic that you and atsumu have developed since the start of middle school. you sigh, remembering the time that middle schooler atsumu tried to scare you off with his words, only for him to be surprised when you bit back with harsher and scarier words. well, as scary as a middle schooler can get. 

since then, the both of you unknowingly made a habit of trying to piss each other off. but whenever either of you goes too far, cuddles were the only way to make up. it worked in middle school, and so far, nothing major had happened recently. 

“(y/n)?” your teacher called out as you walked past your classroom. you stopped in front of her and looked at her with a waiting expression, she gave you a soft smile and gestured to a notebook in her hand. 

“it seems like atsumu forgot his notebook, we will be having a quiz tomorrow and i would like him to at the very least pass this test.” she started. “so if it’s okay with you-” “i can give it to him, ma’am.” you smile, taking the notebook before bowing and turning once more to the direction of the gym.

once you were close enough to the gym, you stopped in the tracks. 

what the fuck am i supposed to say? you thought to yourself as you stood in front of the gym.

“oi, atsumu. you should really confess to (y/n) before she gets tired of your ass.” you hear suna say to the setter, you froze. you clenched your fingers before shaking your head and walking towards the door. you thought you just misheard. 

you walked inside, not gaining attention from the other members as they continued on their drills. you noticed atsumu’s back was turned to you, not being aware of your figure approaching him. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” atsumu denied, only to hear a scoff from his twin. “really? is that why-” osamu started only to be shocked by the loud voice of his brother. 

“shut up, samu! you know i don’t like (y/n) that way and i’m just tolerating her to shut her up.” you gulped, feeling your throat get tighter as his words entered your thoughts. suna looked past atsumu with a passive gaze before widening his eyes as he saw you trying to not let any tears escape from your eyes.. 

“atsumu-” suna started only to be cut off by you coughing. “atsumu.”

atsumu tensed up. he internally prayed that it wasn’t who he thought it was. he turned around and felt his heart break as he saw you standing there with your hands clutched tightly on his notebook. 

“ma’am wanted me to give you this because we have a quiz tomorrow.” you say, as if nothing was wrong. but a hiccup interrupted your words. you placed the notebook by the bench before bowing slightly and turning away, walking briskly at first before sprinting to a full on run. 

atsumu looked back to suna and osamu who were glaring at him. “what are you waiting for, you tyrannical pig? go!” it was osamu’s words that made him run as if his life depended on it.

you ran to the courtyard, out of breath. you sigh shakily as you sit down on one of the benches and pull your knees to your chest. you wanted to believe that whatever just happened wasn’t real. but you heard it loud and clear, he only tolerated you to shut you up. 

you laugh bitterly before letting your tears fall free, wishing that these tears would go by faster just so you could stand up once more and pretend that this never happened and make atsumu’s life easier by staying away from him, maybe then he wouldn’t have to tolerate you, right? 

“(y/n)!” you stilled at the voice that called out. you knew it was atsumu. you grabbed your backpack and stood up, preparing to run away once more before his large hand took a hold of your arm. 

“(y/n), please.” atsumu pleaded, voice softening as he felt your arm shake in his grip. 

“atsumu, let me go.” you say, not looking at him and trying to pull your arm away but the blonde didn’t budge. “let me explain, please.” 

you scoff. “explain what?” you turned to him and laughed, bitterness was laced. 

“that you only tolerated me to shut me up? don’t bother, miya. i heard it loud and clear.” atsumu winces at the use of his last name. feeling his grip falter on your arm, you yanked it away from him and turned your body so it was facing him. 

atsumu almost punched himself as he saw your puffy face. tears were still building up in your eyes, you blinked them away before giving him a pointed look. 

“you know, it would’ve hurt less if you told me this before i fell too deep.” you say, there was no backing out now. if you were to end whatever relationship you had with atsumu, you better say everything you needed to.

the blonde was confused. “maybe if you told me sooner, i wouldn’t have to have my heart broken by some asshole like you!” you say, borderline yelling as tears were continuously streaming down your face. 

atsumu’s heart started beating quickly. ‘there’s no way...’ he thought to himself.

“ever since middle school i’ve looked forward to our conversations. even if it always ends up with one of us screaming at each other. and i don’t know why.” you say, wiping your tears away. 

“i don’t know why one day, i started thinking about you in a way that i know i shouldn’t. i thought that i was special because you never showed as much vigor as you did with me to anyone else, not even ‘samu for that matter.” 

“even if it seemed so pathetic, i thought that the insulting banters were somehow a way of you telling me i’m special.” saying this now, it sounded pathetic. but you needed to let everything out of your chest. 

“somewhere along the lines, i thought that you may have possibly liked me back.” you finished. 

atsumu didn’t know what to say. he never confessed because he thought it was weird, but thinking about you being with someone else has always left a bitter taste in his mouth. he always thought it was because he was protective over you. but god, it wasn’t. it really wasn’t.

“(y/n)... i-” “save it.” you say before walking away. 

atsumu let his actions take over him as he gripped your arm and yanked you towards him. his arms holding your frame as you sob. 

“let me go.” you say, atsumu turned you around to face him. “i listened, now i hope you do the same.” 

“when i was in middle school, i was hated.” he began, you looked at him curiously, why was he stating the obvious? 

“i was so dead set on not gaining any friends because i already had ‘samu and volleyball.”

“but one day, you came and sat by our table when osamu wasn’t around. i remember trying to scare you off, but you didn’t budge and it turned to me being scared of you.” atsumu said, letting go of your arms, trusting that you wouldn’t run away this time. 

“then we became frenemies of some sort. until freshman year when i began to think that what if i liked you more than a friend.” your eyes widened at his statement. “stop playing around, atsu-” “i listened to yours, shut up and listen to mine.” you kept your mouth shut after that.

“god, you didn’t know how much i wanted to just kiss your stupid face just to shut you up whenever you make a comment or start the banter.” atsumu siad, your face warmed up at his words. 

“but i couldn’t. because i thought that you were in love with sunarin.” “what-” 

“you don’t realize it, but you smile whenever you see suna. you have more things in common with him than me. not to mention the two of you would look better.” atsumu said, trying to keep his bitterness at bay. 

“if i could take back what happened a while ago, i would. i didn’t want to assume but i genuinely thought something was going between you and suna, i didn’t want to impose.” he says.

“but now that i know there aren’t, then nothing is stopping me from doing this.” 

before you could ask what he meant, he ducked his head and slotted his lips on yours. all the unsaid feelings and frustrations were poured in that one kiss.

you pulled away, looking at his honey colored eyes. “you’re an asshole, atsumu.” you say before pulling him in once more. 

you felt atsumu laugh against your lips.

“be mine?” atsumu asked as he pulled away, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“take me on a date first, superstar.”

note/s: akaashi and sakusa's next if i remember to post it lmao

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asking him for nudes [nsfw]

feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou

notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen

warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumu’s, atsumu flashes his team 😕, implied cum eating in tendou’s

tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.

the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.

'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'

kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.

being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loud—very loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he can’t wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.

'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'

kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.

he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isn’t anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but there’s nothing wrong with a little head start, right?

'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.

atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.

he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, he’ll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows he’s about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once he’s done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.

he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. he’s just trying to make it home to you now.

'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'

tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.

but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.

"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chéri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but it’s quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.

'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'

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[annieminx]

Nice Guy

PAIRING - Kita Shinsuke x Reader WC - 6.1K GENRE - smut CW - consensual non-consent (cnc), degradation, creampie, breaking in, if you squint then implied stalking, kita acts real scummy in this and it’s hot, aftercare cause it’s important, reader referred to as 'sweet, baby, princess, whore' (THIS IS A PREDETERMINED SCENARIO SET UP BETWEEN THEM WHERE SHE HAS EXPLICITLY GIVEN CONSENT FOR HIM TO DO THIS AND HAS A SAFEWORD)

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Kita Shinsuke was the nicest guy at your university.

You could ask anybody in the school to describe him and you’d only get compliments.

Respectable. Honest. Good-natured. Patient. Beyond helpful. Thoughtful. The guy that parents wished their daughters would bring home. The one that girls fawned over and chided their boyfriends, begging them to be more like him. The boy that all boyfriends either glared at or took notes from.

Kita Shinsuke and all his enchanting traits who was, more often than not, the object of your innocent little daydreams.

Daydreams where you were exhausted after a long day of classes and would relax into his embrace. Where he would welcome you home with a soft and sweet kiss on the cheek and draw you a bath, cook you dinner as you relaxed in it, and give you a loving massage after you’ve eaten. Daydreams where he would do your skincare routine for you as you giggled and help you with your hair before bed.

Kita Shinsuke who worked the late shift at the university library. Voluntarily there every weekend night until it was closing time so his coworkers could go party. Unlike you, always there for reading instead of working. Reading and maybe the occasional chat with the university’s ‘golden boy’ as he took interest in whatever book you were reading for the night.

Kita Shinsuke.

The name repeated in your head like a sigh of contentment. Breathing like the repetition and softness that he displayed to everyone. The respectability and sureness, the reliability of him. You especially liked the protective nature of his closeness as he insisted on making sure you made it home from the library safe.

Tonight it was an accident, you being at the library all the way until closing. It was late even for you, almost midnight on the chilly weekend night. He’d kept you talking in the empty library until you both had lost track of time. The minutes ticking by too quickly for you to realize.

Your heart had fluttered when his deep voice had soothed over your apologies for being there even a minute after closing. He’d insisted that you wait the extra half an hour in the warmness of the library as he closed up his stations and put away a few books, locking up before he walked you home. He wanted to make sure you were safe, that you got home okay this late in the night.

When he’d finally locked the front door and took your lead towards your campus apartment, your cheeks had gone warm, despite the cold air of the night, as he’d lent you his scarf to wrap around your neck as he walked with you. It smelled like him as you tucked your chin into the fabric, hiding your smile.

It was a short walk from the library to your campus apartment, but he made sure to keep you talking the entire way. Small, idle chatter that pulled small laughs from both of your lips. Your breaths and his made small clouds in the air every time, a testament to how chilly it was outside. He walked close to you, almost as if he was supposed to be right there, like it was a routine, and you reveled in it. It fueled another little fantasy about him always walking you home to ensure that no one but him would have even a chance to bother you.

“This is my building,” you whispered the words quietly, sweetly, almost with regret to an end to the sweet time you’d spent with him as you gestured to the building the two of you had finally come upon. “I’m on the first floor, there.” You pointed in the direction of your first floor apartment and he smiled as he led you down the correct outdoor hallway of the building.

You smiled as he stopped in front of your door. You didn’t quite register that he had stopped in front of the door before you had, despite you having not indicated exactly which of the doors was yours. You were too focused on how sweet he had been to you, too attached to the dizziness from having the ‘golden boy’ give you so much attention. Too focused on the way the fog curled out of his lips from his hot breaths as he looked down at you, standing too close if it had been anyone else.

But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Kita Shinsuke. The nicest boy on campus. And he would never do anything to hurt you. Never cross a boundary.

“This is me,” you whispered softly with a small laugh and he gave you one in response.

“Seems t’be, yeah.” He smiled down at you and you swore that your heart melted a little bit more, the gesture warming you up inside slightly. “Don’t wanna keep yer roomie waitin’,” he joked as you hesitated to bring your keys to the door, enjoying his presence in the space just outside of your door a little too much.

“Oh,” you laughed lightly as you waved dismissively, as if to shoo his worries away when you brought your keys up to the lock, “no need to worry about that. She went home for the whole weekend.” You missed the sparkle of excitement in his eye as you fiddled with twisting the lock on your door, the look already replaced with a look of worry by the time you looked back at him.

“You sure that you’ll be ‘kay all ‘lone in there?” He leaned slightly, peeking around you as you opened the door, his tone perfectly laced with worry.

“I’ll be okay, Kita-san,” you answered politely, smiling at him over your shoulder. “Thank you so much for making sure I got home safe.” You stepped inside easily, turning to face him again as he leaned against the wall just outside your door. “I can’t think of how I could possibly properly repay you.” You were smiling and looking up at him shyly as you tucked yourself against your door.

Kita loved when you looked up at him like that. You did it often without your knowledge at the library too. Innocently putting all your faith and trust in him, batting pretty eyelashes up at him.

“I’ll see you next time, Kita-san.” Your smile didn’t leave as you began to shut the door.

The door stopped just before it was closed, your eyes darting up in confusion and widening as you saw Kita’s fingers wrapped around it, catching it and cracking it back open so you could see each other again. You felt your body freeze, unease slipped into your muscles, tensing them as you watched the door creep back open.

Kita thinks that maybe he liked this look on you a little bit more. Your eyes wide, fear starting to invade your features as you mentally questioned why he was making such a bold move.

His hand came up to the back of his neck, imitating sheepish nature as he gave a gentle smile, intent on soothing your nerves. “Sorry, y/n, would ya mind if I stole back m’scarf fer m’own walk home?”

You laughed, the sound mixing with a breath of relief, your body immediately relaxing at the sight of his smile and the sound of his request. Your cheeks heated up at the fact that you’d just let the sweetest boy on campus scare you because you’d forgotten about the possession of his currently wrapped around your neck.

“I’m so sorry, of course,” you sighed and reached to unwind it from your neck. Kita’s hands found the fabric first.

You froze again, but this time due to his closeness as he looked down at you, his warm fingers a stark contrast against your cold skin as he unwound the fabric from your neck. You swallowed hard from your own nervousness. He was so close you could feel his breath ghosting across your skin and he could faintly smell the sweet scent of your conditioner in the air around you.

Your eyes were trained on his face, locked onto his features in shock. His own, however, were trained on the empty apartment behind you, taking in what he could see from the doorway.

“Y’kmow,” he mused, side-stepping slightly, “I wanted t’make sure y’got home alright. Wouldn’ feel right, leavin’ y’here ‘lone.” Your joints began to lock up again as you watched him place a hand on your shoulder and step past you, his body moving fluidly as he crossed the threshold into your apartment.

“Stay here for a sec,” he requested, gesturing to the door, “with all the break-ins lately, jus’ wanna make sure yer ‘partment’s empty.” The warm smile he shot you eased some of that ice in your body as he moved around the apartment on his own.

He was just trying to make sure you were safe. That’s what you were telling yourself. There had been a lot of break-ins around campus in the last month. Kita Shinsuke was just living up to the title of nicest boy on campus.

You took a deep breath to relax yourself as you hovered in the front entrance of your own apartment like he’d requested of you.

He was just ensuring your safety and you smiled at that. He was so kind and it did absolutely nothing to quell the little fantasies poking in your mind about coming home to him in a house the two of you owned. Of him helping you make dinner or walking you to classes.

Innocent little fantasies compared to the ones he was currently entertaining.

Because Kita Shinsuke, the nicest boy on campus, was currently looking at your bed as he ‘ensured no one was in the room’, and thinking about how you would look laid out under him on top of it. Kita Shinsuke, the nicest boy on campus, who had to shake the thought out of his head and remember what he was supposed to be doing. Checking locks on your windows and making sure that everything was in order, that no one was there to hurt you when he wasn’t there.

“All clear.” He laughed lightly as he came back into your view, checking one last window in your kitchen. The window that pointed out towards the open road behind your apartment. “I’d blame myself if somethin’ happened t’ya.” His charming smile sent a wave of warmth and comfort through you as you watched him make his way easily back to your front door, keeping his hands to himself as he went this time. “Keep yerself safe fer me t’night, m’kay?”

He winked soft;y as he passed you again and you nodded along obediently, giddiness flooding your body at the thought of him caring that much about you. “Thank you, Kita-san.” You looked at him dreamily as you leaned on the door, watching him turn to face you again, now back on the outside of your home.

“You should call me Shinsuke,” he gave a soft laugh as your expression morphed into surprise at the request, “if I could keep calling you, y/n.”

“Um-” you cleared your throat quickly, picking up your dropped jaw to help preserve whatever was left of your composure, “yes of course. Thank you, Shinsuke.” His name came off your tongue like honey and he smiled as he heard it. “I’ll see you around.”

He only nodded in response this time, turning to walk away and leaving you in your doorway, still enraptured by the interaction. You were sure to heed his request and lock the door after him, perfectly content and feeling safe now that he had made sure you would be okay here alone.

It made it easy for you to go to sleep, knowing that, even though you were unusually alone in the space, Kita Shinsuke himself had made sure you would be safe. Easy to go to sleep still fantasizing about Kita Shinsuke walking you home all the time, always there to keep you safe.

Campus at 2am was much less populated than campus just before midnight. Dead, really.

With fog creeping down the streets, the only people really to be seen out at this time were the boys sneaking home from their girls’ apartments and the students who lost track of time at the 24-hour study hall while doing last-minute studying for that exam that they’d forgotten about until the night before.

On a weekend night like tonight, there were a few students who were drunkenly making their way back to their apartments after deciding the party they were at didn’t warrant them staying the night like most decided to do. All of those, and then the ones who were up to no good…

Kita Shinsuke wasn’t usually one to be out around campus at 2am. He never fell into the above categories. He ran by a fairly strict routine and rarely broke it. And if someone were to claim they’d seen him walking in the dark, along the open street that ran behind the campus apartments? Well… no one would believe them.

But Shinsuke knew what he was doing. He knew where he was going. He knew exactly which kitchen window he’d checked on just two hours before. The window he also knew that you wouldn’t double check before going to bed.

Because Shinsuke knew his reputation. He knew he was the nicest guy on campus and that you believed he had nothing but well-meaning intentions behind his charming smile.

He also knew that at 2am, you would be sound asleep. All safe and tucked into your bed. The very bed that he so desperately wanted to see you laid out on.

All for him. Only for him.

Shinsuke knew what he was doing as he popped the screen off the kitchen window to your apartment. The screen he’d discreetly loosened as he’d checked the window earlier in the night. Knew what he was doing when he slowly slid the window open, the one he’d left open just enough for you to not notice. The window creaked slightly as it graced along the track.

Shinsuke thought that you were incredibly naive to have put so much trust in him to not even double check his work when he’d entered your apartment without permission so easily. Incredibly naive to have fallen asleep so easily when you were so alone and the protection that you usually kept in your nightstand was no longer there.

That was something else you’d failed to notice from his earlier visit.

It was all too easy to slip his slim body through the window and onto your kitchen counter, submerging himself in the darkness of your apartment.

You had been sound asleep. Right up until the point when a loud crash woke you.

Shooting up from bed, a small gasp on your lips and your eyes wide. You tried to take in the surroundings of your room all at once. Your room was only illuminated lightly by the light that filtered in from the streetlights through the cracks in your blinds.

For a moment you thought that maybe you’d hallucinated the sound that woke you. Only a for moment, though. Because then you heard the sound of crunching class under boots almost echoing in your ears.

You scrambled out of bed quickly, yanking open the drawer to your nightstand to search it. Your fingers froze when they couldn’t find the safety net that was supposed to be there. Your eyes snapped back to the closed door of your bedroom as the steps came closer.

You quickly found yourself tucking yourself into the closet, the first place you could think to hide. You pulled the shades closed and ducked down low, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Sudden terror pulsed through your veins as the door to your room creeped open and you held your breath.

A familiar head of silver and black hair peeked its way into your room and you nearly breathed out a sigh of relief to see Shinsuke.

Nearly.

Because then you realized that Shinsuke had no way to get into your apartment unless he’d left himself a way when he was there earlier. Your eyes flickered to your open nightstand and where your protection was supposed to be, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach as you heard the nicest guy on campus chuckle when he stared at your empty bed.

“Oh y/n,” he singsonged your name as he stepped past the door to the closet you were hiding in. The sound set goosebumps rising along your neck. “Come out, come out.” He had to stop himself from laughing at the cliche statement as he said it.

You watched as he placed his palm on your bed to lean over and check under it. You knew the closet would be next and so you made a move. Quickly pushing open the door and trying to make a break for it.

Shinsuke smiled as he heard your panicked breathing, your quick footsteps racing to your living room.

This was the best part.

His longer legs quickly caught up to you. His hand grabbed you by the arm, pulling you against the wall and caging you against it.

Against that innocent look of faith and trust he loved that you gave him. Against that look he liked more, where fear slightly covered your face as you questioned his rather bold actions. He knew he liked this look on you the most.

You looked up at him, tears starting to well up in your still tired eyes, your every feature emanating the utter terror that you felt being pinned against the wall. The look of betrayal across your face.

Yes. he loved this look on you most of all.

You couldn’t seem to move. Your mind suddenly wiped of every self-defense tactic you’d ever been taught. There was a predatory smirk painted across his lips, much different than the charming smile that usually sat there. His deceptively kind eyes were calculating your every movement as you shook in your spot.

“Wha’s the matter, sweet?” His hand comes up to brush gentle fingers against your jaw and he tsks at you as you flinch away, turning your head to look away from him.

“Please, Kita-san.” You’re whispering it, begging.

He only clicks his tongue in disappointment at you again. “I told ya,” he chides, suddenly gripping your chin in a harsh grip, turning it and forcing you to look at him again. He ignores the soft whimper you make at the pain and the shake he can feel in your chest as you hold back a small cry. “Call me, Shinsuke.”

He can’t help the way his thoughts turn to how you look so adorable like this; your lips trembling as you try not to cry, still not fully awake and trying to process why exactly the campus ‘nice guy’ currently had you caged against a wall.

He sighs softly and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it pop back into place. “It sounds s’pre’y comin’ off yer lips.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Please, Sinsuke,” your voice stressed his name, shaking and wet with tears, “just let me go, please.”

“But baby,” he put on a fake pout as he looked down at you, hand coming gracefully wrapping around your throat, “ya wanted t’repay me fer earlier.” He let a sly smile cross his lips as your eyes widened realizing you’d said just that to him earlier.

That you couldn’t think of how you could possibly properly repay him.

He squeezed your throat slightly for your attention, pulling a small squeak out of you and regretfully sending a wave down your core. “Gonna tell me ya ne’er thought ‘bout me like this?” He smirked as you looked away shamefully, he was right, of course your fantasies weren’t always innocent, that sometimes they strayed. But this was more than you’d ever thought of. “Hmm, what I thought.”

“Sinsuke,” your breath hitched around his name as he pressed his body against yours, desperate to feel you more, his fingers easily brushing the bare skin between your loose top and shorts, “please. Just let me go.” You let out a soft sob, fresh tears coating your cheeks. “I won’t tell anyone.” You tried to pull yourself further away from him, but he persisted in pressing against you.

“Course ya won’t,” he chuckled, his lips coming down to nip at your ear, reveling in the way you flinched away from the action. “Who’s gon’ believe ya? The nicest guy on campus.” His laugh sounded deep in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, stiffening your joints, turning your limbs to lead.

No one would believe you.

Kita Shinsuke, the most respectable boy on campus, currently had you trapped against the wall in your apartment. The apartment he had broken into while you were sleeping. The action clearly having been planned for at least a few hours.

“C’mon, tell me, princess,” he mumbled against your skin, “how ya don’t want it.”

Shinsuke took a step back from you, removing his presence completely, just under a foot between you now. His eyes were taunting you, challenging you to run.

You did.

You willed your legs to move, peeling yourself from the wall and taking off towards the front door. Desperate to make it away from him. You made it to the boundary, your fingers fumbling to undo the deadbolt.

Your hand had just wrapped around the handle, just about to pull the door towards you when his strong arms wrapped around your waist. His muscles flexed and easily lifted you up as you kicked at the air. His hand clapping over your mouth to stop you as you went to scream, the sound now muffled by his palm.

He only laughed in your ear as he turned with you, walking your kicking form back to the bedroom. “Oh, knew ya’d run. Yer s’cute tryna get ‘way like that.”

Fearful tears washed over your cheeks, collecting along the top of his large hand, which was fully covering the bottom half of your face, muffling your cries and keeping your head pinned to his broad shoulder.

It was pathetic even to you, how easily he carried you back to your room as your hands tried to pry at his arms and your legs swung wildly, trying to get his grip to loosen. Pathetic and useless.

“Now, now,” Shinsuke cooed in your ear, his voice dropping lower by an octave as he nudged your ear with his nose, “calm down.” That was an order. You could hear it in the growl of his voice, that sent a cold chill down your spine.

Fight or flight or freeze. Your body couldn’t seem to choose between the three options, it was confusing and disorienting and you cried harder.

His hand slipped from your face to close around your neck, applying a deadly pressure against the sides of it. “Stop strugglin’ yeah?” The sound of it sent your head into a dizzy. The pressure was immediately building, starting with your ears, muting sound slightly, and pushing past your eyes, making things spin slightly. You could feel the blood flow slow down.

A strangled cry left your throat, “Kita-san, please.”

“Please what?” he mocked, his tone condescending as he watched the small sobs as they shook your body. “Please take ya?” he smiled as you tried to shake his head in a violent protest to his tight grip. “Tha’s what ya wan’ right?” He pressed a deceivingly soft kiss into your neck as he stood in front of your side of the bed. “I see ya lookin’ at me when yer thinkin’ I’m not payin’ attention.”

You whimpered in shame, of course you had. You didn’t know a single girl, or even guy, that didn’t look at him when he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t even a question that he was ridiculously attractive. The campus nice guy… supposed nice guy.

“Please. Please,” you begged more, shaking your head frantically.

“Shut up,” he growled out before tossing you down on the bed. You didn’t even wait for your body to stop bouncing before you were trying to crawl away from him, scrambling across the sheets to reach the other side and get yourself out.

You’d thought you’d almost made it but his hands wrapped around your ankles and yanked you back. You let out a small scream as your hands scrambled to grip the other edge of the bed, just out of reach as he dragged you back to him.

There was a throaty groan that left his lips, “the more ya fight, the rougher I gotta be with ya.” He laughed again as he moved his grip to your thighs, prying them apart as you struggled to keep them closed and placing himself between them. “But hey, maybe ya like it rough.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as you cried out again, the sound of fabric ripping turning into cold wind felt against your hips now, your destroyed shorts falling away from your body. The low whistle he let out told you that he now knew you’d gone to bed without any panties on under those shorts he just ruined, that your entire lower half was now visible to him.

You tried harder, struggled more to close your thighs, but his hands kept your hips pinned to the bed and his own knees kept your legs stuck open. It felt like he’d done this before, the positioning too perfect, too impossible to escape from.

“Please,” you whimpered, “please no,” you tried to beg as your hands came back behind you, trying to pry his own away from your body. “I don’t, I don’t like it rough.”

“No?” he asked, his tone low, mocking, curious, and you thought that maybe you’d succeeded at removing one of his hands from you. But instead, a gasp ripped from your throat as you felt his cold fingers drag easily along your slit, your shame coating them easily and aiding in how they glided against your most sensitive areas. He leaned over you, lips placed next to your ear, body weight pinning you to the bed as he easily slid a finger inside of your cunt, the sound of it squelching echoing around the room. “Then why’re ya s’wet like this?”

You whimpered at the humiliation of it. You didn’t know why your body was betraying you like this. Why your hips twitched when he curled that one finger inside of you. You were frightened by this side of Shinsuke, fresh tears dripping down to your chin. But your body still responded…

“Like a bitch in heat.” Shinsuke laughed and leaned off of you only slightly.

Your whispered pleas for him to stop did nothing to the affect you wanted, they only served to make him harder as he quickly pulled himself out of the sweats he’d worn over. He had one hand on the back of your neck, effectively keeping your upper body pinned as you tried to futilely kick your legs.

“Stay still now, sweet.” He was smiling down at you, small and helpless under him, legs spread so he could see just how embarrassingly wet you were getting from him forcing himself onto you.

Your slick glistened against the tops of your inner thighs and tears dripped into your mouth as you cried and begged, pleaded for him to let you go.

He loved you like this.

He lined himself up, considering his options.

“S’might hurt.” He didn’t give you time to process his statement, the warning before he shoved himself inside of you in one single thrust. No prep. No time to adjust to the feeling of being impaled on his length.

Shinsuke didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was, but the sound of the scream that ripped through your body, the immediate freezing of all your muscles as your body struggled to process the abrupt and painful stretch proved him wrong.

“Fuck, baby.” He crumbled slightly, a broken moan seeping through his lips when you let out your own sinful moan against your will, fingernails digging into the forearms that caged around you, keeping you pinned in place for him. “So fuckin’ tight and wet fer me,” he mumbled against your skin.

Suddenly, remembering your predicament, you cried out and moved to try and shove his hips back from yours. “Stop, please,” your voice was a broken whimper, softer than before and using the rest of your willpower to beg the words.

“Yer right,” he pulled out slowly and you, naively, thought, for even just a second, that he was letting you go. He thrust back into you roughly and groaned when you cried out again. “I should be movin’ fer ya, let ya really feel it.”

He gripped your wrists from where they tried to push at his hips and pushed them down closer to the mattress before yanking them backwards, effectively manhandling your body and forcing you to lift your hips off the bed and into the air for him. He used his grip on your wrists to yank you back against the thrusts of his cock as he buried it deep inside of you, bullying that soft spot inside of you that had stars spinning behind your eyes.

“Listen t’how that slutty little cunt sounds fer me, she’s beggin’ t’be treated like this,” he mocked over the sound of your cries, drawing attention to the wet noise that echoed every time his balls hit your clit.

You hated it. Hated your body. Hated how good it felt to have the head of his cock slamming against your insides, forcing the breath out of your body along with cries. Pleas for him to stop. You hated the way you could feel that familiar curling in your gut as he ignored your pleas.

Hated the painful stretch from the lack of prep, the burning pressure from his hands locked around your wrists, the cock that was fucking into you with reckless abandon, hated that it all added up to that coil tightening, begging to be undone.

“Feel how ya squeeze me?” he groaned lightly as he forced himself to fuck into you faster. “Feel s’fuckin’ ‘mazin’.” Your cries built up, louder and louder, but he only laughed, clinging to the way those cries mixed in with your moans and gasps, sounds you couldn’t control.

He could feel your body about to cum, tuning into all the signs. He could almost feel the shame that pooled in your chest at that fact, too, and how it dripped out of you right onto his cock, making it easier for him to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. He was determined to fuck you through your orgasm, to rip it out of you and still not stop.

You could feel yourself cumming before you could even process what was happening, your muscles squeezing and fresh tears falling down your cheeks, moans bubbling from your lips as you begged him to stop or let you go.

“Shut up,” he growled, releasing your wrists and switching his grip to your hips instead. He pulled them up so your body was forced onto its knees. Keeping one hand on your hips, his other found your throat again, picking up your upper body and pinning it to his chest with that vice grip.

“Actin’ like ya didn’t jus’ cum like a whore on my cock,” he groaned the words into your ear, his voice dark and rough with pleasure, “and yet gonna do it again.”

Your head felt fuzzy from the pressure of his hand around your throat, restricting airflow and blood flow just enough that you could feel everything more intensely as he continued to pound into you.

Sound was muffled as it reached your ears, your vision blurred from either tears or pleasure or both. But you were explicitly aware of the way your body tensed under and gave into his rough treatment. Of the way your second orgasm built inside of you, coiling up tightly and quickly, more every time that the new angle he was fucking you at caused the head of his cock to slam into a soft sensitive part of you, sparking both pain and pleasure across your insides.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned in your ear, “wanna fill ya up,” your brain seemed to go even fuzzier at the sound of the words and you whimpered. “Tell me ya wanna be filled up by me,” he ordered and the words fell from your lips almost immediately, obediently.

Tears continued to fill your vision and stars circled around your room, the light-headedness from Shinsuke’s hand around your throat helped the moans fall from your lips easier. “Wanna feel y’cum,” you slurred the words, feeling like your brain was turning off from the way he expertly handled your body.

A soft chuckle barely registered in your ears as his hand left your hip and found its way to your clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucked you over the edge again.

You were barely aware that you were cumming again, your body acting on its own. Soft words of “good girl” whispered in your ear put a blissed out smile on your lips as he came inside of you. You were barely aware of him pulling out, the cum starting to leak out of you, dripping down your thighs.

His hand unwound from your throat and your body softly hit the bed. Sound blared back to its normal volume as you laid on the bed panting, trying to catch your breath. The feeling of Shinsuke’s body hitting the bed next to you was paired with his own heavy breathing, just as out of breath as you were.

There was about a minute of silence between you before you finally spoke up. “I loved those shorts. You owe me a new pair.” Your voice was hoarse from the noises you’d previously been making, breathy from your panting, but surprisingly still there.

He laughed then, not menacing like it had been before, but a soft and amused sound the way it usually was. You turned your head to the side to look at him. He was lying on his back next to you, soft smile on his face. “I told ya not t’wear things ya liked,” he teased lightly, turning to catch your eyes. His predatory gaze had softened and was replaced with one filled with love.

His fingers lifted to graze along the soft freckle-like bruises near your eyes. “I wen’ t’hard,” he mumbled, frowning at himself as he assessed the damage his hand had done to your throat. His eyes trailed down and spotted the bruises starting to form on your wrists and hips, no doubt your ankles too, but you shook your head at him.

“No,” you assured him, shifting closer to him, “I liked it, Shinsuke, promise.” You hummed as he gingerly wrapped his arms around you. Touches much softer now than they had just been, treating you like you might break now, although they’d tried only minutes prior to be the things that would break you.

“Let me get ya some ice?” he asked, rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your shoulders as he held you.

You shook your head lightly, “in a bit?” He hummed in agreement and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, Shin,” you whispered as you buried your head into your boyfriend’s chest.

You missed the soft smile that passed his lips now, “I love ya too, princess.”

Kita Shinsuke. The nicest guy at your university.

You could ask anybody in the school to describe him and you’d only get compliments.

Respectable. Honest. Good-natured. Patient. Beyond helpful. Thoughtful. The guy that parents wished their daughters would bring home. The one that girls fawned over and chided their boyfriends, begging them to be more like him. The boy that all boyfriends either glared at or took notes from.

Kita Shinsuke.

Who, if you tried to tell them, no one would believe that he does nasty things to his girlfriend in the dead of night. That he would break into her apartment if she asked him to and force her to get fucked stupid while she begged for him to stop. And no one would believe that he liked it too.

But Kita Shinsuke was in love with every part of you. Especially when he could have you in his arms. Any way he could.

a/n please remember that aftercare is important on both sides for things like this <3 assure your partner that things are okay after and take care of each other!! consent is important!!

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[7:00 pm] ft. kita shinsuke

wc: 400

When Kita Shinsuke had told you that you were his first serious girlfriend at the age of 26, he had apologized in advance for his “inexperience.” He had never kissed, never held hands, never had sex. His reddening cheeks had been so endearing when you gave them a pinch. 

But his concerns turned out to be completely unfounded, because… 

Currently, he has you pinned underneath him, kissing you without any traces of hesitance. 

He had started off gentle, large palms cupping your face while pressing close-lipped pecks into your lips. Then they were traveling, one hand moving to the back of your neck to simultaneously push you closer and tilt your face up. He slowly lowers you until you’re on your back, one hand making its way down your body until it’s stroking your waist, encouraging you to arch your back and roll your hips against him. 

The thought of slowing down to check in with him goes out the window when his tongue starts to tangle with yours and holy shit it feels like he’s getting more aggressive with every gasp he manages to pull from your throat. Both of his hands capture yours, intertwining your fingers above your head, effectively putting you in a position to surrender. 

And with the next (completely involuntary) roll of your hips, he sticks a pillow underneath your arched lower back. 

“Where did you learn that?” you pant against his lips. 

The look he gives you is innocent and confused. “Figured you might be more comfortable with support. Is that the wrong thing to do? I’m sorry…” 

“No, no. That feels nice. It’s just… how did you know-” 

Satisfied, he cuts you off to continue, pressing even harder than before. It takes two hard tugs of his shirt and three weak pounds to his shoulder to get his attention again. 

Reluctantly, he gives you an inch of space, but he doesn’t break eye contact when he uses a thumb to wipe off his saliva coating the corner of your lips. “You okay?” he rasps. 

“J- just need a second to breathe.” 

He smiles, pressing kisses to your eyelids. 

“You’re really good at this, Shin. Sure you’ve never kissed anyone else before?” 

He ignores your ribbing. “You feel okay now?” 

You giggle. “Uh-huh. But answer the-” 

“Good,” his damp thumb comes up to press on your swollen bottom lip. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

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enemies to lovers!kita 🥲🥲 would be so obsessed w u 🥲🥲 and one certain fuck makes u realize because he keeps saying things that only men in Love would say 🥲🥲

he takes it all back post nut

enemies to lovers!kita is absolutely obsessed with reader and it's so !!!!!

words: 440

cw: fem!reader, jealousy, unprotected sex, minors dni

kita absolutely doesn't get jealous.

but he hasn’t stopped pestering you about the guy he caught you having lunch with at the cafe last week. it’s so annoying. it’s just some guy from class you met up with about a project. you didn’t think much about it—there wasn’t much to think about.

even kita’s unsure why it keeps replaying in his head. the two of you are exclusive, if you could even call it that. he doesn’t care if you sleep with another person (but you’re not) just like it’s none of your business if he does the same (but he doesn’t)

you’ve forgotten all about his annoying line of questions when it's a few days later and kita "somehow" ends up in your bed again.

he has you on top, a position you typically hate because he makes you do all the work but something seems different about him tonight.

kita loves nothing more than to see you beg for him, wanting you to admit that you need him to get yourself off but instead he’s fucking you like he has something to prove.

he's kneeling in the center of the bed with his back straight as he has you bouncing in his lap. it's too close for comfort, too intimate for the both of you.

but you're wrapping your legs around him anyway, somehow pulling him closer as his fingers tangle in your hair.

"aw, yer dripping all over me. ya like it when i manhandle ya, huh?" kita grunts. it's so unlike him to be talkative in bed but tonight he can't shut up.

“bet nobody else gets ya like this. just me, right?” he kisses you between his words. it’s sloppy, drool coating both your lips. “i can feel ya about to cum. go ahead, remind me how stupid i make ya."

you don't know what's more humiliating, the words coming out of his mouth or the effect it has on your body.

your toes curl when you finally cum on kita's cock, nearly missing the small praise leaving his lips as he feels you gush around him. "good girl, i knew ya could do it."

he doesn't give you a break but rather keeps you sitting on his cock when he finally spills his seed inside you. even then you're still on his lap, collapsed into his chest as he mumbles something about not wanting his cum to run out.

you don't pay much attention, though. if you did you'd probably question why the guy who claims to hate you is running his fingers up and down your back while you fall asleep against him.

©sugawarassoulmate 2024 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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i should be focusing on homework, but all i can think about is kita taking you against the wall of your shared country farm home. it’s raining, and you hurried out to the fields to drag him back into the house.

“oh, shin…!” you softly cry out, your head falling back against the siding of your home. you’ve never really been able to get used to that first stretch of his cock when he eases himself inside, and this time is no different.

with your legs dangling over his biceps as he holds you against the wall, his hips meet yours at a deep, reverential pace. his breath is hot against your ear, letting out the lowest of grunts as he drags his cock in and out.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs against your ear, “oh, God… ya feel so good—”

the rain pours down on the two of you, hair sticking to your foreheads, soaked clothes clinging to skin, and everything feels so hot on this late summer night.

from the twinkle of the moonlight as you cover your mouth, kita sees the beautiful engagement ring he gave to you many months ago—remembering all over again that he gets to marry you in just a week's time.

"my... my beautiful wife," he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss against the lobe as he feels that all too familiar growing tension in his gut.

your eyes are on him, feeling that familiar coil in your belly as well. "shin," you gasp as you remove your hand to tug on his hair, "i'm close—"

"me too, sweetheart, 'm close," he repeats back, his lips brushing against your own as your thighs begin to shake.

the two of you gasp in each other’s mouths, moaning out each other’s names as you ride out each other’s highs. and feeling that familiar warmth in your belly when he comes inside... well, there's really nothing better, is there?

a/n: snarling at the bars of my enclosure kita shinsuke i want you bad… also the two of you got colds after this,, can’t let y’all live in delusion for too long <3

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2025.

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I don't know what do more

let's return to study

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Rock, the backbone of Earth.

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strawberry fields

ᡣ𐭩 feat. wriothesley

ᡣ𐭩 premise. when his daughter catches sight of his little crush on you.

ᡣ𐭩 cw. GN reader, modern AU, single father!wriothesley, reader is a primary school teacher, fluff

Wriothesley is acting weird.

Or at least that's what Sigewinne thinks.

He had been late picking her up from school today, a meeting unexpectedly running overtime and leaving him to step on the gas pedal a little more than he should have. But instead of finding his daughter waiting alone, you were sitting on the stairs with her, retying her hair into her two signature pigtails.

His scarred hands, usually so gentle, fumble with the straps of her pink backpack as he pulls them up her shoulders. She winces as her hair gets caught in one of the baubles hanging from the zippers.

"Papa, that hurts," she whines, but Wriothesley only briefly smoothes an apologetic hand down her hair. Frowning, she glances up at him, curious fuschia eyes peering at his face. Her papa's face is red, flushed like the strawberry earrings that swing back and forth from your ears.

"—Sigewinne's a stellar student in all her classes," you're telling him as he helps her with her backpack, and she bounces against Wriothesley's legs at the praise. "She gets along well with her peers and would be ready to enroll in the more advanced classes next year if you'd like."

Wriothesley's lips quirk up at the feedback, pale eyes tracing the features of your face. Sigewinne once mentioned at dinner that her teacher was pretty, and he now knows she hadn't been lying. You're like a prism, casting polychromatic light on everything around you. From your dangling strawberry earrings to the gentle but radiant curve of your smile, Wriothesley understands why his daughter is quite taken with you.

"That's great news," he sighs. "I hope she hasn't been too disruptive during class—she's quite the troublemaker at home". Sigewinne swats away the playful pinch to her cheek, pouting at him.

You stare at the two of them fondly. "She's quite well-mannered, actually. I suppose she takes after her father?" you muse, and Sigewinne silently watches as Wriothesley flushes even further at your comment.

A knowing smile inches onto her face.

She's figured it out by now—the reason why her usually poised and confident father is currently a blushing mess is because of you. She's never seen him like this before, and the oddity of it all intrigues her. The smile on his face is a little too wide—almost wolfish—and his eyes are fully focused on you, carefully absorbing your gilded words. There's an unfamiliar stutter in his voice as the two of you discuss her grades, and she's grateful her papa's been too distracted by you to notice the shark stickers she's been putting on his pants this entire time.

Another sticker is placed on Wriothesley's backside while he chats, and Sigewinne allows her mind to wander. She thinks about dinner dates with three instead of two, a stick figure with strawberry earrings scribbled onto a crayon drawing of her family, and an extra shoulder to cry on when she scrapes her knee at the playground. She loves her papa, really, but despite the love he's smothered her in for her entire life, she can't help but feel the empty echo in her heart.

Wistful daydreams come to a halt when you suddenly giggle, and Sigewinne knows she's been caught.

"I should let you go now. Your daughter's been quite busy," you tease, gesturing towards his pants.

Wriothesley glances down and swears under his breath, taking in the stickers scattered across his lower half. He lets out an amused huff.

"Like I said—a troublemaker." Sigewinne doesn't find his remark particularly funny, but you titter, looking strangely bashful.

The rosy flush of Wriothesley's ears remains as he hastily bids you goodbye, scooping Sigewinne up and walking towards the parking lot while she waves at you over his shoulder. And the blush still lingers when he's helping her fasten her seatbelt in the car, catching sight of her mischievous grin.

"Papa," she sings, drawing the last syllable out, but she's cut off by a large hand covering her mouth.

"Not a word from you, Miss Sigewinne," he warns.

Her laughter fills the car on the drive home.

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Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

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a good bit of fiber arts are

40% calming and creation

30% oh shit undo undo

30% i fucking STABBED myself and im gonna KEEP stabbing myself because i ENJOY this hobby

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💘.

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reblog this and put in the tags what kind of content you watch on youtube

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5⭐️ sword people my favourite brand

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The Cavalry Captain