#kita shinsuke smau

[svnarin]

୨୧⋆ ˚ — how will the inarizaki 4 would react to you confessing through text

featuring! suna, atsumu, osamu, kita

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

[sunarots]

need a hand? — kita shinsuke

summary. being a year older than your friend kita comes in handy when he becomes captain, as it means you can now care for his gran when he can’t

[skiiyoomin]

BOO i love the texts of accidentally sending nudes. please make one for the twins, rin and anyone else tbh ehhehe they’re so funny

ღAccidentaly sending them nudes part 4

ʚCont: slightly suggestive, gn!reader, use of babygirl (as a joke), swearing

ʚCharacters included: Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Kita, Sakusa

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[ferigrieving]

hq boys as tweets.

ft. tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, goshiki, kita, kenma, mattsuwaka, bokuto, & shirabu !

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

[valleyofheartz]

The Anti-Confession - SMAU pt. 1

part 2.

Characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, & Suna

warnings: uhh y/n kinda insecure in some, lowkey themes of mental health issues in osamu’s, cursing quite a bit in suna’s and osamu’s. some angst i guess. idk i think that’s it-.-

inspired by user: @/dazed- -xx !! concept/idea creds to them<3

a/n: lmk if you guys want me to do any other characters bc i think this concept is so fun LOL

[struwberrii]

sunas instagram 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

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[nectardaddy]

'88 FORD . . . kita shinsuke + f! reader 

“ you have me. until every last star in the galaxy dies. you have me. ”     - amie kaufman

INFORMATION

content/CWs: smau/written hybrid, farmer's daughter trope, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mutual (extreme) pining, a little angsty, heavily inspired by aspects of american southern culture, intense/heavy emotions, check each chapter for warnings series completed

EXTRAS

playlist moodboard spinoff series → serendipity

TABLE OF CONTENTS

introductions : vboys + farmer shin | country girl I love youuu prologue : I like this one  one : take a break  two : stormin'  three : wash out  four : rattled  five : important  six : tell your friends  seven : stupid  eight : it didn't  nine : another step back  ten : a crime of passion  epilogue : again

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬

cw: fingering in a library

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it’s pathetic to say but books seem to be the only friend you’ve been capable of making at high school. it doesn’t bother you as much as it used to, who would want to befriend lying, back-stabbing, drama-causing bitches? you simply didn’t have time to deal with that anyway. the only thing in mind is your dream school, waiting for you arms outstretched and all. you find yourself in the library yet again, past school hours, deciding to hole yourself up in the silent room until closing hours, then studying more in the comfort of your own room. exciting friday evening!

frustrated, you puff as you get stumped by another question. today simply isn’t your day and you can’t understand why not. everything seems to be going the same. unless-

your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar figure strolling over to you, sporting the usual bedhead and that infuriatingly lazy smirk. of course.

kuroo tetsurou drags the chair out from beside you and sits on it backwards, as if that was somehow charming. what, is this supposed to be sexy? "hey, princess," he drawls, looking at you through his raven-black hair, his voice slow and syrupy. you respond with nothing more than a glare and a pointed nod toward the 'silence in the library' sign above your head. "no one follows that stupid rule," he says, deadpan. you roll your eyes and pointedly shift in your seat, turning your back to him. "aw, don’t be like that," he purrs, his tone almost teasing but as lazy as ever. there's something catlike about the way kuroo moves and talks like he’s never in a rush. every word seems deliberate, almost annoyingly slow. "i just wanna have a little fun," he whispers, leaning in, his face far too close for comfort.

you can practically feel the smugness radiating off him. and of course, he’d choose now to be a distraction. an unfamiliar hand circles the flesh around your knee, the owner of that hand grins at you, chin resting in his hand. you slap it away, not tolerating any of his nonsense. “fine.” he says in surrender, arms lifting off. “i won’t get up to anything. you would sigh in relief but you know better than that. “but can i just…” the same sneaky hand back on your exposed leg, thumb gently rubbing circles on the soft skin. “keep it here. to keep you company. and mostly because i can.” this makes you loosen up.

right. your autonomy has been stripped from you.

you turn to face your books properly, deciding to delve into your material again, maybe this time you’d focus better. “good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.”

silence envelops the both of you as it’s meant to be, and it’s fine. he really isn’t bothering you, the problem is your sensitivity. you’ve realised that your fogged-up mind was due to your lack of release. a kuroo being here, his hand shifting higher and higher, every occasional grope being tighter than the last has you subconsciously squeezing your legs together. you’re hoping he won’t notice, especially as you keep switching legs to cross and avoiding squeezing your thighs together but soon it's evident on your face and how you’ve not picked up your pen after 5 whole minutes. you’re sitting staring holes into your maths book, hoping you don’t make as much of a twitch to give him the wrong signal. a signal on which he picks up.

“don’t stop because of me, really. i’m just here to watch you work is all.” you can’t even snap back at him as you’re focusing on no sounds slipping past your lips. “but,” he says carefully, leaning close. if you need to ever ‘let lose’ you know who to come to. i mean I'm not a study expert like you, but i do know… that if you’re not in the right headspace, then it’s hard to remember what you’ve learnt. i may know a few ways to help unwind. say the word and i’m yours.”

“ohh.” it’s quiet when you succumb to him, allowing this. but you can’t help it, you feel pent up and your mind isn’t thinking clearly.

“i’ll take that.”

you’re gonna hate yourself for this.

“make it quick.” you snap, readjusting your sitting angle to allow room for his hand.

“oh honey, i don’t rush my work.” he informs you, eyes locking with yours as he looks up.

great.

“what if we-”

“get caught?” he finishes, tearing his gaze away from your legs and to you. “don’t worry, i know that one of your big concerns, that won’t happen. unless you can’t keep your mouth shut.” with a slow hand, he lifts the fabric of your skirt, cold air rushing further up your legs. “you really are a soaker. look at that.” he exclaims, the only time his eyes seem to widen as he soaks in the sight of your drenched cunt, wetting your panties.

usually, you would feel a flush of embarrassment but the need the need to come is stronger. cautiously, kuroo slips his fingers down the undergarment, the gentle pads of his fingers reaching your clit. you sigh softly as with gentle rubs he soothes your stress. you place your hands around his arm, which seems to be working its magic as you’re finding it difficult to sit still in your chair. you see him wanting to tease you about your inability to stop squirming, which he bites back upon seeing your targeted stern look. you’re actively pushing down moans in the silent library, the only sound is chairs shuffling, pages rustling and pens rolling. not the sound of a girl having her pussy played with when anyone could come in and spot the two students in the act, getting them expelled.

but it’s all too thrilling. maybe for kuroo more than you. he doesn't notify you when his fingers slip from your sensitive bud and down into your throbbing cunt. you instinctively squeeze your thighs together, the sensations getting stronger and making it harder for you to control yourself. it’s almost as if kuroo is chasing the high himself, the way his fingers pump and curl so rhythmically, fingertips brushing against your g-spot every so often. “shh baby, we don’t wanna get caught now do we?” purrs in your ear, clearly enjoy how flustered he’s making you and how powerful you make him feel. you close your eyes and drop your head back, rather than focusing on not riding his fingers subtly. “don’t need to hold back on my account, you can ride em if you wanna.” kuroo’s laser-sharp focus and attentivity to subtle details like that almost freak you out. as if he’s almost watching. “come on princess ik you want it.” he says with a smile, that you can feel on your cheek. pressed against it and feeling defeated as his smug grin boasts itself in your face. you almost have half a mind to push him off and leave, but in that way, you don’t get satisfied, you don’t release, you don’t win. “there’s a good girl.” he hums as you give into your corporeal desires, and start rolling your hips towards him. you hate you admit it, but he is damn good. he knows how to work those fingers.

your hair falls in front of your face again as you lean it forward, feeling the pressure build-up within you faster than usual, your sweet release seems to be approaching much more hurriedly. £fuck I'm close I'm gonna come.” you pant out breathlessly, still aware to keep your voice down.

“i know, i know, i can tell. i’ll make you come real soon.” his lips attach to your jaw as he kisses along it. £fuck you’re tight.” he states, removing his lips from you and focusing on speeding up and working his fingers faster, thrusting harder. now the chair is squeaking against the floor and your heart is racing, from fear, excitement and pure bliss of all the sensations blurred into one. kuroo places a large hand over your mouth, covering it firmly as he feels your high approaching. it takes a few more seconds before you’re squealing muffled squeals into his palm, closing your eyes and pointing your toes. “ cumming all over my finger like that, didn’t take you for a messy girl.” his fingers are drenched in your arousal and neediness. dripping in pure out as he peels his hand away slowly. drinking in the sight of your puffed-out state, trying desperately to silently catch your breath in the library. your composure is lost as you place your hand on the edge of your chair to keep yourself upright, hair slightly sticking to your face and legs still in the air as you come down. “messy girl,” he coos. “this is no way to leave the school, don’t want your cum ruining the carpet now do we, open wide.” you follow his instructions without a second thought, your mouth opening wide on command as his fingers invade it. you suck without being told to, your tongue swirling around his digits as you look up at him with your larger doe eyes.

“there’s a good girl. hey fun idea, wanna take this to the table? i can think fo a couple ways to make you cum faster.” you deadpan at his suggestion. your face does not even crinkle in the slightest to show the least bit of amusement.

“was that supposed to be funny? that’s no funny. please leave now, you’re disrupting our silence.”

“the only thing disturbing the silence was your loud ass pussy, but whatever you say princess.” he shrugs,

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[clawsdevour]

delicate makeup

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, kita x reader, fluff, not proofread

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A night full of fun and celebration at your wedding, winding down to just a shared intimate moment between you and your newly wed husband, Kita Shinsuke. After your exhilarating marriage ceremony and the after party between your two families, you both are just absolutely exhausted but still running on adrenaline the moment you step inside your home.

Giggling as you both entered the door into your cozy little home. The lock being flicked the moment the door closed behind Kita as you skipped your way down to your shared bedroom. Contently placing down all of your items on the bedroom floor before changing into your robe to step into your bathroom. 

Flicking on the lights before looking closely at yourself in the mirror, your curls were all disheveled back into your hair’s original state. Brushing through your tangled loose curls in an attempt to smooth them out while you inspected your makeup. It was like you celebrated so hard your makeup was almost melting off, revealing your bare and raw skin underneath.

Your eye makeup was still in tact, but of course, smeared around. The eyeliner dissolved off your skin just like your foundation and concealer. Face looking like a hot pale mess, your lips were too. Drinking all the delicious liquids provided at your wedding, your lipstick being taken off sip by sip until your natural pale lips shown their true color.

Peering back into your reflection, you watch your husband Kita walk up from behind you. Slithering his arms wrapped in his fancy dress shirt around your shoulders, placing a sweet kiss on your exposed cheek.

“I need to remove my makeup so badly..” you cooed while tiredly rocking around in his comforting arms.

“Here, let me” Kita’s voice resonating in your skin.

Removing his embrace from your shoulders, opening the cabinet door to grab the makeup remover along with a few cotton pads. His fingers unscrewing the makeup remover bottle cap to distribute the substance upon the cotton.

Closing your eyes and letting the cold and wet piece of cotton rub combat against your warm skin, drowsiness washing upon your heavy eyelids. His fingers working delicately on your skin, almost like he was casting a spell on you to fall asleep.

“Thank you, Shinsuke” you whispered out in the lowest volume you could ever manage when you felt the cotton pad disappear from the surface of your damp skin, followed by the sound of the tap running down the facet.

Washing his hands, fighting against your eyes to look at Kita. A gentle smile curling on his lips as he turned off the sink and wiped his hands on a towel. Leaning down to head level and placing a kiss on your pursed lips.

“Love you,” leaning down to head level and kissing your pursed parted lips.

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[zumicho]

she takes work frustrations out on ao3, writing fics about the hot guy living next door — kita shinsuke. he helps fix roof leaks, kill pests, and stands up to their asshole landlord. unfortunately, having a spare key to her apartment leads him to read the monitor she forgot to shut down when she left.

pairing kita x miya reader

tags, cws smau hybrid (no tweets, texts only), language, lots of hurt-comfort, fem!reader, grief at the start, parental issues lol

status : coming soon ; taglist : open, send an ask/reply (27/50)

a/n : this fic is dedicated to dodger ♡ I wouldn’t be writing this if my love for kita hadn’t been revived by 88 ford !! go read go read go read

*no shade to betterhelp, joke purposes only. “AO3 > therapy” lol

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text intros

prologue : lucky number

grew up in the same house, so I know why you lash out. I understand you, more than you think I do

one : the curse (make your bed)

forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?

two : got a nickel?

I know better than to drive you home, cause you’d invite me in — and I’d be yours again.

three : the blessing (say thank you)

I guess it’s all about the things you want but never get

© ZUMICHO 2024 all rights reserved. please do not repost, edit, or translate my works on any platform.

extra a/n: do NOT expect consistent uploads, the profiles/prologue should be out by tomorrow (07/29/24)

[splitontendo]

silly bf text

part two with inarizaki boys this time!! ft ( aran o. suna r. kita s. miya o. miya a.) atsumu was kinda a reach but i laughed.

[todorokis-girl]

How he is:

He’s not a very physical man, PDA is not his thing, and even in private he can be stingy with his touches; but that’s what kills you, when he does provide them, they make your brain melt. The subtle touches while lounging on the couch and watching a movie, the gentle kisses on your shoulder as he walks behind you in the narrow kitchen, how he squeezes your thighs in the car while he drives, the kisses on your neck before bed, the gentle pat on your ass while you take showers together, and most importantly the way he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat and whispers in your ear how much he needs you.

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[tobxiyu]

✶ BF TEXTS !

featuring. kita, osamu, oikawa, sakusa and sugawara.

fluff , crack | established relationship | another post bc im in a good mood :)

[massacremars]

MASSACREMARS, GIVE ME A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH SHINSUKE KITA (where reader and kita are maybe opposites?) AND HOW IT GETS DISCOVERED & MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

i worked so hard for this one i SWEAR🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[t4kalcvr]

BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

CHAPTER 16. a little game

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🗒️: my allergic reaction has finally been BANISHED. and i go on vacation on Thursday 😩😩 wont be coming back until sunday, so i might not update during that time period, sorryyyyyyyys :b and im still working on vamos a bailar, hopefully i’ll get the ML out before vacation, or another chapter of this :)

fun fact : i actually did accidentally text in the wrong groupchat 😞 but decided to make that part of the story EL OH EL

🏷️ : @idkanymorebuthere @iamapotat @midnightemy35 @alienvarmint @cillshot @sukunasrealgf @lycheesuwa @mitsuyakii @kurenix @tkooooop @k0z3me @universal-s1ut @mistcloud2

[aboutkiyoomi]

intro ➠ ex factor

twins+adopted miya | the inarazaki bunch | certifiedcitygurls

cw: aran mentions racism as a form of torment to suna, nothing serious. lite cursing and kys/murder jokes.

➠ this groupchat was originally supposed to be the boys but atsumu folded and added yn because she's apart of the crew.

➠ y/n's a second year @inarizaki with suna + the twins but her first year was spent at nekoma so when she came back to hyogo, she ended up befriending majority of the mens vb team.

➠ atsumu's cat obsession appears once more.

➠ everyones aware of the loving & sexual tension between atsumu and y/n. everyone can feel and see it but them.

➠ the boys all find y/n super cool for being a gymnast and regularly ask her to do a flip. (usually its just suna and aran that beg her relentlessly for a simple back tuck)

a/n: they're so girly pop. i'm once again ecstatic for these friend groups. see yall in the tokyo gc 😌😌😌

taglist: @giocriedpower