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kissingchoso · 10 months

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i’m so into the thought of your “best friend” just pressing you into the bed, making out with you.

it starts off as a slow afternoon. the sun was shining directly into your room with a nice summer breeze entering through the crack of your window. your favorite album is quietly playing on the record player somewhere in the corner. and there lies a handsome boy, right on top of you, dancing his lips on yours as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

he excuses this as a way to pass the time. lazily make out with one another until the heat from the summer and your hormones becomes too bothersome and you’re whining for him to pull away.

his tongue traces against your bottom lip before gaining access to your mouth. teeth gently knock into each other every once in a while the more he tilts his head. any onlooker would probably think he’s trying to devour you whole— and for a split second, you would’ve believed it.

he swallows all of your small sounds, every sigh, moan. it’s all claimed by him with no chance of you owning up to it completely.

this is the part where hands wander and your bodies readjust themselves. large hands slide from your hips down to the backs of your knees, pushing them up and out so he can slot his hips in the space. your cotton shorts slide up even further from the new position and right against your clothed cunt do you feel the hardness of his dick pressed up right against you. your smooth legs wrap around his waist to keep him trapped there while your hands slide up to the back of his hair.

you moan quietly against his lips at the new position, silently craving more but you didn’t know where to even begin asking for it.

it’s fine though. your best friend’s got it covered.

he pulls his lips away from yours to allow you to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva connects you two together before inevitably snapping away. you don’t get to properly look at him before he’s diving back down, peppering kisses against your check and all the way down to your sweaty neck.

it’s so hot in there.

a large hand slides its way up and under the tank top you were wearing. the heat from his hand almost feels scorching but that sensation fizzles out to pleasure once it reaches your breast. this is usually how far this goes before he stops completely, but there’s no end in sight this time around. your nipple is teased with his thumb rubbing against it every once in a while and causing it to pert up against his ministrations.

at this time, your moans have picked up much more. your head is pressed against your pillows and your rocking your hips against his without fully realizing it.

he doesn’t realize that he already has begun to grind down into you, offering the both of you some reprieve this way.

the heat becomes more pertinent when he breathes against your neck. his lips found a new spot to assault for a little while but this is a certain spot that has you keening. your body temperature has undoubtedly gone up higher and you can now feel the sweat beads forming against your pores.

you breathe his name out airily, squeezing the strands of hair that find themselves tangled between your fingers. but he doesn’t answer, opting to move his lips and tongue against any skin he finds.

again, you try his name but a little firmer. finally getting the hint, does he pull away to look down at you with far away eyes, struggling to bring himself back to his current reality.

“hm? what’s wrong?” he initially asks, bringing his hand from under your shirt to to cup your cheek. “‘s too much for you?”

quickly, you shake your head. “no, not that,” is all you say, legs tightening against him. the movement causes him to grunt slightly. “what is it then?”

“‘m really hot,” you whisper, pouting up at him. it’s only then does he realize the heat in the room. the once opened window does nothing to stave off the warmth emanating in the air, nor the rising heat from the skin to skin contact your bodies are making. there’s even hair sticking to his damn forehead from how hot he is.

he blinks a couple of times before nodding. “let me close the window and get the AC going, yeah?” he reasons.

while yes, it would be good to get some cold air circulating, he just wants to be between your legs again and making out with you. even if it doesn’t lead to anything more.

before he can move off of you, you grab his elbows. “just take your clothes off…” you say, albeit desperately.

“baby…”

“it’s fine. i promise. ‘s just me,”

“i know, i know. but we can’t go back after i get you completely naked,” he starts, eyes trailing down the bead of sweat that slides from your jaw to the base of your neck. “might not be able to stop myself at that point.”

you reach up from the bed to kiss him a couple of times, each of which he reciprocates immediately. “i don’t want you to, dummy.” you giggle. “if you don’t do anything, i swear to god i might implode or something.”

a devilish grin appears on his face at the implication. “been holding out on me, baby. if i knew i left you like this, i would’ve gotten you naked a long time ago.” he finalized his statement by sitting up, sliding his shirt off completely.

“we can make up for loss time starting now,”

“oh, i plan to sweetheart.”

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tiza0925 · 18 days

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Pretty Little Thing | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, kissing, soft!dom Hinata, pet names, teasing, sitting on his lap, vaginal fingering, grinding, praise kink, implied multiple orgasms, it gets wet and messy ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It should be embarrassing how easy it is for you to get this aroused.

All it takes is for you to sit on his lap—his muscled thighs keeping your legs spread apart—while he murmurs such soft demands to kiss him with light touches all over your body—

And you’re already heated just by that alone—your pussy leaking in your panties, clit all puffy and sensitive, and your nipples feel so heavy that the slightest brush over them can set you off.

“Shouyou—”

But it’s mostly the way Hinata kisses you as he holds your hips in place—lips slotting between yours and suckling on your plush lips like he wants to taste you—while parting your mouth open with his to let his tongue slide against yours so sinfully—

That’s what has you melting into a puddle of honey and heat as you make a small sound at the back of your throat—and your fingers in his hair dig in a little more to scratch against his scalp.

“Hm?” Hinata hums, sounding dazed, still kissing you senselessly as his hands—so big and calloused—move behind you to give your ass an indulgent squeeze. “You okay?”

He asks while nipping your lower lip, pulling out a whimper from you, and you force yourself to relax in a shuddering breath as you pull back a little. “Y-yeah, I just—”

You suck in a sharp breath as he kisses you again, and your eyelashes flutter as they grow half-lidded.

You need more.

Making out with him on this couch in his apartment is great—one of your favourite ways to pass the time with Hinata but—

But god—there’s this needy ache between your thighs that you can’t ignore, and it’s getting at you with every slick slide of his mouth against yours.

“You need something, baby?” He asks, causing you to look down at him and—

Your eyes widen at the grin you’re met with in return—as if he already knows without needing to hear you say it—and you swallow hard, nodding slowly as you wet your swollen lips, your voice coming out breathy, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Hinata has one eyebrow raised, and his grin grows as his voice lowers, tilting his head to kiss the underside of your jaw, murmuring, “Was kissing too much for you, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his warm lips kiss your jaw, below it, then slide his mouth down the side of your neck, teasing that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck.

Fuck—

It has your head going hazy, and your cheeks grow hot as he sucks on that delicate piece of skin, seemingly intent on leaving a small mark.

Not that you mind.

You’re always proud to show off whatever mark Hinata leaves on your body—whether it be a small bruise from his mouth or a red spot from where his hand would meet your skin with harsh slaps—you wanted everyone to know.

Your fingers curl into his hair as Hinata continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your mouth parts with heavy breaths swooshing out of you as you nod wordlessly—your tongue feeling too thick to move at the moment.

You hear Hinata chuckle—you even feel how it rumbles against you with how close your bodies are pressed against one another—and then he pulls back to tilt his chin up at you, his eyes so murky with desire. “Then show me.”

You blink, confused for a moment with a frown burrowing on your lips, and Hinata kisses your small pout as he mumbles against your mouth. “Lift your skirt for me, baby.”

Oh.

You shake as he kisses you gently, slowly, and so softly before you pull back to do just as you were told—your hands a little shaky with just how affected you are—as you tug at the bottom hem of your skirt to bring it up and over your waist, revealing pink panties that are already a little soaked.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hinata groans, low, as his eyes take in the small damp spot seeping from the center of your panties, and he runs the pad of his thumb from your covered clit and down your slit, feeling just how hot and wet you are through the thin fabric.

Then he brings his eyes back up with a small, teasing smile, and your stomach flutters. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

You huff out a breath, clearly a little embarrassed of how obviously affected you are. “Shut up.”

But that just makes him snort softly, and he hooks two fingers to pull your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy that’s all sticky and shiny from your arousal.

“Look how pretty you are,” Hinata drawls, almost entrapped with the way his eyes are admiring your pussy, and his other hand comes to run his middle finger—that’s long and thick—through your pillowy folds, gathering your fluids towards your little clit, while the excess of your juices leaks onto yours and his thighs. “Such a messy pussy too.”

Who would’ve thought that the Hinata Shouyou would have a mouth like that?

Because you certainly didn’t when you first met him in Brazil.

He seemed nice—innocent, actually.

It’s why you felt so safe and carefree around him when you two talked.

It’s also why you agreed to come back to his place for the night—only your perceptions of him to be completely turned a whole 180 when you realize that he’s a different person in bed.

Still sweet and caring, yes, but god—he knew how to make you feel so heated and exposed with such simple words.

And that was months ago.

Now look at where you guys are.

You whine as you try closing your legs—but that’s futile when he’s got you all spread out from the strength of his thighs—and he laughs quietly at your embarrassment as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Don’t be shy,” Hinata cups you over your cunt, feeling just how soft your pussy is, and he puts pressure against your clit with the palm of his hand. “I like it when it’s all wet, sweetheart.”

He kisses the side of your head, almost soothingly, and he grinds his palm up to rub it against your engorged clit, his voice a throaty whisper against your ear. “You feel so good like this, you know.”

You shudder, electric sparks of heat shooting up your spine as he continues to grind his palm against your pussy, getting it soaked and drooling all over his hand and fingers, and it has your eyes rolling back as you let out small moans.

“Can you cum like this?” He asks that, all sweet yet there’s a hint of a demand in there, as he kisses your ear. “Get my hand all messy for me, baby?”

You let out a shaky groan, and your hips begin to move in sync with his hand, bringing that tight coil in your belly to grow more and more until it’s so close to exploding—

And Hinata gets your cunt all drenched as his palm spreads your juices everywhere—making your pussy all sloppy as he brings you to your first orgasm—

“Shit—” You gasp, all wet and needy, when you feel one of his fingers dip inside you, and Hinata is so damn quick to curl his finger to rub your g-spot, causing stars to shoot behind your eyes and liquid fire bursts from your clit—

“There you go,” Hinata coos, strumming the inside of your walls as he gropes your pussy, sounding throaty as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve always been good at listening to me.”

God—

Your mouth opens with a silent moan as your orgasm ripples through you—suddenly and harshly—and you cum on his hand, fluids leaking everywhere that you get all slippery with how wet you are.

And Hinata works you through it, his free hand coming to hold your hip—his fingers dig into your flesh—just mesmerized at how pretty you sound at the moment.

It’s when he feels you grunt from overstimulation that he pulls his hand away, and you let out a huge breath as your body goes limp against him and—

And then you hear him hum as something close to the sound of sucking catches your ears—and your turn your head to watch with wide eyes as he licks his hand, groaning at the taste of you.

“Get up.”

You blink dazedly at him, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm with your cunt still throbbing, and he must’ve noticed the confusion on your face as he chuckles breathlessly, giving you a chaste kiss—and fuck, you can faintly taste yourself on his lips.

“Don’t look so confused, now, baby,” Hinata smirks against you, and your heart makes a small leap as he kisses you again. Slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

That’s another thing about Hinata that surprised you—

Is that all of his passion and eagerness you’ve seen on the court as he plays volleyball—

That all translates well into how he is with you in bed—because he never just stops at one orgasm.

And tonight is no different.

End.

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doingitforbokuto · 11 months

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Changes

-> HINATA SHOUYOU X FEMALE!READER

Summary: Hinata has changed a lot since he graduated high school and came to Brazil. He has had a lot of fun with other girls since he got here - why shouldn't he try his luck with you?

Words: 1.398

Warnings: groping, dubcon

Hinata starts having fun in Brazil. Before, he was used to being the small kid everyone thought was kinda cute but never a guy girls would be drooling over, fighting to go on a date with. It probably came down to his size, his biggest insecurity throughout all those years. Even later, when he overcame it in volleyball he never truly overcame the impression other people had of him and the way they constantly underestimated him and thought he was younger than he truly was. In the later months of high school, when puberty started being a bit kinder on his body and made his shoulders broader, his arms thicker with muscle, he still looked like a kid. Even when girls gave him chocolates for valentine's day or confessed to having a crush on him, he could tell what they were thinking. That he was cute.

He tried not to let it bother him but deep down, it always did. So when he came to Brazil and started becoming even taller, broader and stronger, he experienced something for the first time. Never before had he had girls looking up at him, batting their eyelashes like those sexy women in the movies did. Now, they bite their lips, touch him in subtle ways that still express their desire for him. No one had ever behaved like that around him. Like they want him to touch them, to ruin them. They aren't looking for him to be nice to them, they are looking for him to be a little rough with them and he was more than happy to do just that.

He is still nice, of course. He likes treating a girl nicely, smiling at her, giving her compliments, offering advice when needed. It's just that he also liked getting a little rough every now and then. He enjoyes the new power his now grown up body gives him.

And now that he met you, he enjoyes it maybe a bit more than he should. You met at the beach where he was - as usual - playing volleyball. Hinata caught you glancing at him, admiring the way his tan skin glowed in the sun. You were trying not to stare but still, he could tell.

"Do you want me to show you a move or two?" He aks you after he casually walked over to you.

The sun is bright in your eyes and you have to squint to look up at him from where you are sitting in the sand. When you came to the beach you were really only planning to relax a little and enjoy the warm weather but this - spending time with one of the most handsome men at the beach - sounds a lot better than your original plan. Even if it does involve exercising in the blistering heat.

But to your surprise he leads you down to a more secluded part of the beach. A few trees throw a little bit of shade, a few tall rocks set you apart from the rest of the beach, so high that no one can even see you. The once so loud voices seem dull and far away now.

"It's a bit easier learning new things when you don't have a bunch of people staring at you, isn't it?" Hinata smiles at you so brightly that you don't even think of questioning his motives. I mean, why else would he have brought you here?

The moves he shows you are easy enough and truly is a great teacher. Every little detail is observed by him and he never misses a mistake but still he is kind when explaining them to you. He passes the ball to you and tells you how to properly receive the ball. You're not exceptionally bad at it, but it isn't easy either. The ball never seems to fly the way you want it to.

"Here, let me show you," he jogs over to you and shows you how to place your arms correctly.

He's standing behind you, maybe a little closer than he should but it doesn't matter, right? Otherwise he would be able to move your hands in the right position, you tell yourself. It doesn't matter that you can feel his warm breath on your neck and your cheek, that his touch erects goosebumps on your skin despite the heat. It doesn't matter that when he retracts his hands he lets them brush against your shoulders and then, when he shows you how to properly squat down while receiving, against the sides of your breasts. You must be imagining it. He probably barely even brushed against you and you're just overthinking it. Aren't you?

But you don't have time to truly think about it. All you can focus on right now is not whimpering when he places his hands on your hips and pushes you down, lightly and yet strong enough to make it clear that there is no other way for your body to move but the way that he wants it to. Not that you want to do anything but.

"See," suddenly his voice seems to be a lot rougher, deeper, yet quieter, "if you squat down like that, you'll have a much better angle on the ball when it comes down."

His body is closer now than ever. His chest is pressing up against your back, you could swear you could feel his hips brushing against your ass.

All you can do is nod, biting your lip to suppress another whimper that wanted to escape you. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to see the blood rushing into your cheeks. You can already feel the adrenaline rushing through you, your quickened heartbeat was pumping your blood everywhere, to your face, your sweaty hands.. your crotch, your breasts.. maybe you should have worn another bikini, not the thin one you are wearing right now. Already your nipples are starting to harden with the way he is turning you on and you are sure that they would already be noticeable to him if he is to look down.

"I think-" Is his breath even closer to your neck now? You feel like his lips are only a few millimeters away from you, as if he was leaning down to kiss you. "- I think if you move a little this way.."

You are not prepared for him to move you over to the side the way that he does. With one finger slipping under the thin lining of your bikini panties, pulling them up and away from your skin. The fabric over your crotch is immediately pulled taut, the pressure on your clit impossible to ignore. The moan that slips from you is louder than you want it to be - you don't want it to be heard at all - but since you've been suppressing all your needy, desperate noises, you just can't help yourself.

"Oh.. does that feel good?"

Somehow, you've landed against his chest, with his lips right next to your ear. Your legs must have given out a little and let you stumble backwards against him. You can only nod. Deep inside your brain something is telling you that this is weird and wrong, definitely happening too fast but you don't care. The whole time you've been trying not to stare, not to flirt, not to give into your feeling. But now they've been set free, and the only thing you can think about is the pulsing need between your legs and the delicious, mind-numbing pleasure you get from the little bit of friction he is giving you by still pulling your panties up. So, when he asks you if it feels good, obviously you have to nod. There is nothing else for you left to do.

Lucky for you, his big, warm arm wraps around your waist and keeps you from falling to the ground. You've literally fallen right into his arms.

"You want me to make you feel good? Even better than just now?"

"Uh-huh." You can't even form complete sentences now.

Hinata smiles at how cute and helpless you are, your hands weakly grabbing onto his forearm for purchase. He's got you under his spell now and he knows it. But don't you worry, he really will make you feel good.

After all, he is still nice.

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fairytsuk1 · 1 year

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shoyo was always by your side, literally.

in his opinion, it was the definition of love to stick by your partner both mentally and physically, so he had no qualms about a soothing hand tracing circles across your back or invading your personal space.

(though it's not really invading, you couldn't hide your happiness from him of all people.)

"mhm, shoyo," you whisper as your boyfriend sidles up close to you under steaming water, "thought you were gonna go to practice?"

you already know his aim, slippery hands ghosting under the curve of your breast and making moves downwards. you couldn't lie and say you weren't turned on; shoyo knew you loved surprises.

"i know! but then i started thinking... about you, and your body. thinking of you all soapy and slippery, so i changed my mind!"

his words make a shuddering breath puff out of your chest as he grazes across your tummy like he's seeing your naked body for the first time.

"oh," his lips are suckling the soft skin on the column of your neck which only makes you press your legs together as his hand launches its attack.

he's faster, almost condescending but loving as he shoves his hand between your legs and murmurs, "too slow, cutie."

his words juxtapose his actions, fingers making quick work of your clit in means of circles and pressing you so tight to his body that you can't even attempt to move away.

"shoyo! it's too much, gimme a sec," you plead, feeling the coil of your orgasm grow and grow with every wet slide of his rough fingertips.

"you look prettiest like this," you can feel his cock aching against the small of your back, "can't i just put one inside?"

panting, you cant your hips up with a mewl, "please?"

shoyo pecks your lips sweetly as three fingers push past resistance and crook up to make you see stars.

"i love being this close to you! i love seeing you squirm as i fuck my fingers up into you," it's so filthy, and he's practically transfixed on the way your greedy hole clenches on his fingers.

"have to stretch you out for me, you know? 'ts too big, don't wanna hurt you..."

you cry that you want it, feeling yourself about to tip over the edge when he roughly thumbs your clit.

"cream on me, baby."

your body reacts perfectly, hushed whispers of good girl, that's it, and kisses fill your mind as you freeze. the feeling overwhelming you as your boyfriend works you through it. even his strength keeps you upright.

"you're wonderful," and his hand reaches for his hardened cock, "you'll help me too, right?"

and you sink to your knees.

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ghostlygeto · 5 months

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back home | hinata shoyo

pairing: hinata shoyo x gn!reader

warnings: breakups, hurt/comfort, brazil era hinata, reader is too good for him...they deserve better...., hinata calls reader "baby", they make up!, not proof read

wc: 1.1k

“you’re coming home next week, right?” you asked hinata, smiling at him through the phone screen. he had been in brazil for close to two years now, and although you understood why he moved there, that didn’t make the distance easier. “it’ll be so nice to finally see you in person, shoyo. no more video calls, not for a long time.”

when you were met with silence from your boyfriend and you saw the guilty look on his face your stomach dropped. “shoyo?”

“just a couple more weeks. two months, that’s all,” hinata started, staring at you through the screen, “you understand, right baby? you know that this is a crazy opportunity.”

you sighed. yes, being able to uproot his life and move to brazil to focus on volleyball was a crazy opportunity, two years ago when it initially happened. now it just seemed so repetitive. hinata plans a date to finally move back home, he gets you excited and prepared for his return, and then he drops the bomb that he’s staying longer.

at first you couldn’t blame him, knowing how excited he was to be there and to learn and become better. you were excited for him, too, because that’s what it means to be in love. but now as you stared at his ginger hair and tan skin through the phone, you weren’t sure it was worth it anymore.

“shoyo,” you start, “i don’t think i can wait another two months. it was fine the first few times you added an additional month or two to the trip. but now…” you trailed off, seeing the hurt on his face. “two years is a long time to be apart. i’m tired of waiting.”

“wait but- i already agreed, i can’t take it back. and two months isn’t that long.” hinata rambled, trying to justify it to the both of you it seemed. “you can’t let this be it, i’ll be home soon baby.”

“i can’t, hinata.” it felt like both of you froze up at the use of his last name, but it was necessary. “i can’t keep waiting forever. this isn’t good for either of us and you know it isn’t. you deserve to spend as much time in brazil as you want, and i deserve a boyfriends that’s…”

“there.” hinata finished your sentence, no longer looking at the camera. you were sure you caught sight of tears already filling his brown eyes. you felt guilty, of course you did. you knew he loved you and you loved him, but you weren’t built for this kind of distance. “i understand. i just…wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

you nodded, wishing things could be different as well. but things didn’t always work out the way you’d wanted them to. and this was one of those times, it seemed. “when you’re ready to come home, i’ll be ready to try again. but for now i think this is best.”

hinata stayed silent for several minutes, trying to find the right words to say. but what could he say? he realized he had destroyed the only thing outside volleyball that mattered to him. you had been there for him through everything, the only person that had been by his side longer was kageyama (and even then, it was only by a year). and now you were going to be gone. back in japan by yourself like you had been for the last two years, but it was real this time.

“right.” hinata wasn’t sure what else to say. he wanted to beg you to stay, to please just hold out a little longer. but it was unfair, wasn’t it? and he knew that. you knew that. it was just hard to come to terms with. “so. i guess this is goodbye?”

“for now,” you nod your head, “yes, this is goodbye.”

“i love you, y/n.”

the video call ends.

“ah, hang on a second. someone just rang my doorbell,” you adjust the phone in your hand as you walked to the front door. you were currently on the phone with one of your friends from high school, asking if she could help you move out soon. it had only been a week since you spoke to shoyo, so you hadn’t had time to move yet. but thankfully you got everything arranged so you'd be out soon.

looking through the peephole, you felt your breath catch in your throat at the person on the other side. “i’m gonna have to call you back later, yeah? okay, bye.” you hung the phone up and checked the peephole one more time, just to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

“shoyo?” your eyes were wide as you cracked open the door. you were almost sure that it was a figment of your imagination, how on earth could he be standing in front of you right now? according to him, he still had seven more weeks in brazil.

“y/n,” hinata smiled widely, shoulders relaxing as his eyes landed on you, “thank god you’re still here. i was worried you’d be gone by now.”

“shoyo what are you doing here? i thought you were going to be in brazil for another two months?” you opened the door the rest of the way, ushering him inside and helping him with a few of his bags. it took everything in you to not immediately take him into your arms, kiss him on his face and cry tears of joy.

“brazil was amazing. the best time of my life, and i wish i could stay forever,” hinata started, looking away from you for a second before meeting your eyes again, “but nothing in the world is worth losing you. i’d quit playing volleyball tomorrow if you asked me to.”

you almost laughed at him. “well, i’m never going to ask you to quit playing volleyball. it’s the most important thing in your life.”

“after you, of course.” he quickly corrected. the smile fell from him face as quickly as you had seen it form. “i’m so sorry, y/n. i had been unfair to you for almost two years. i can’t believe i ever considered staying there for a second longer. please forgive me. i don’t want to break up.”

tears welled in your eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “sho,” you sniffled, taking him into your arms the way you had immediately wanted to, “of course i forgive you. the fact that you’re here right now means more than anything.”

“oh thank god.” hinata laughed, “i was really worried you wouldn’t forgive me. not that i’d blame you if you didn’t, ‘cause what i did to you was really shitty.”

you rolled your eyes, pressing kisses all along his cheeks and jaw, “it was really shitty. but i’m not sure i could stay mad at anyone who flew across an ocean to ask for my forgiveness, y’know.”

“i’ll have to keep that in mind for the future.”

just a short little thing bc i've been thinking about hina lately <3 reblogs, comments, nd likes apprecaited! <3

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sixosix · 2 years

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haikyuu: tactical forceful cuddling

gn!reader, volleyball players having a hard time sleeping, fluff

ft. tsukishima, kenma, hinata, kuroo

tsukishima, although he wouldn’t admit it aloud, wasn’t as annoyed by this as he’d like to admit. he watched you slide the door open, trying your hardest to keep it quiet, but it still startled him out of his deep thinking. he tried for a glare, ready to spit out some half-baked insult, but softens at your apologetic glance. he was about to ask what you want from him, but then you started walking towards him.

“what are you doing?” he asked, tone pitched slightly with panic.

“helping you sleep,” you said, though it wasn’t an explanation that tsukishima wanted. still, he let you hop on the free space on his bed, and he let you snuggle up to his side. he didn’t say anything -- he didn’t need to -- because the content sigh that left his lips when your arms wrapped around his was answer enough. he slept wonderfully that night, not that you needed to know.

kenma was peeved, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. the moment you entered his room, he sat up, shoulders hitched to his ears, staring at you with suspicious eyes. he was like a cat, you mused in your head, which makes sense. and, like with cats, you approached him slowly, hands raised in surrender to prove that yes your hands are empty; no you aren’t holding a weapon -- why would you even ask that, kenma??

he relaxed in surrender, rubbing his eyes. he looked sickly tired, his phone beside him, still flashed open. “did you need something?” he asked quietly.

“cuddles,” is all you told him. he perked up slightly, forgetting to mask his curiosity with annoyance. wordlessly, he lifted his blanket up, letting you crawl inside and curl next to him, your head popping out of the blanket. “sleep?” you asked, and if kenma nuzzles his face on your shoulder, that’s no one’s business. his phone was untouched for the rest of the night.

hinata was just restless. you were already asleep next to him, so he couldn’t blame you for being annoyed when he woke you up because he couldn’t stop fidgeting. he said sorry, and you went back to sleep, but he woke you up again when his knee on your torso. it didn’t hurt, you assured him, but he clearly had a lot on his mind so he shouldn’t feel bad.

you hummed. “lift your arm up,” you instructed, smiling when he did so without question. he made a noise in his throat when you bury your face on his chest, a blush spreading all over his face to his neck. “let’s sleep, m’kay?”

“m’kay,” he squeaked out, and didn’t even realize that he stopped fidgeting, zeroed in on the way your breathing matches his. he relaxed, then breathed out a calmer, “m’kay, thank you.”

kuroo was more concerned than anything. when the door swung open to reveal your blanket-clad, his heart leaped to his throat, eyes wide. he asked you if something was wrong, unable to stop himself from smiling softly when you look up from your lashes to grin sheepishly.

“i thought you were awake,” you confessed. kuroo wanted to kiss the life out of you. “do you want to cuddle?”

“is this a way to get me to wake up early for tomorrow?” kuroo accused, but he welcomed you with open arms when you all but tackled him down. he laughed when you plucked his phone out of his hands and latched around him like a koala -- but you know he liked it when you do that, so he stayed quiet and kissed your forehead. he slept with a genuine smile on his face.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #606:NKM #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #tsukishima kei headcanons #tsukishima kei x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shouyou headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader

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fluffyf0x · 1 year

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Asking you out on Valentines hq boys

Osamu, Oikawa, Sugawara, Hinata

Osamu

Trust me when I say that he will make so many homemade food. But they're absolute heaven sent. He probably made onigiris, heart shaped. Then added homemade chocolates. He made them all himself. Wasn't really sure if he wanted to leave it on your desk the next morning or give it to you straight ahead.

Ends up being caught placing it on your table. It was lunch time and everyone was gone so Osamu took the chance. You forgot your lunch then caught him placing the food on your table. Osamu was really flustered. But you laughed it off and took the chocolates and onigiri. Saying that you'll have it for lunch instead. You weren't dense. You knew Osamu liked you. So instead of letting him speak, you simply pecked his lips. Leaving him stunned.

"Be my boyfriend?"

Oikawa

Idc what y'all say, but he made the loudest confession. EVER. Like he walked through those doors, roses in hand and just shouted

"(NAME), I LIKE YOU, GO OUT WITH ME"

Don't reject him. Please. He's gonna treat you well.

He radiates malewife energy I swear.

Later on he'd probably ask you out again, in more peaceful and quiet place. No one around. He wants you to be completely honest. Because he knows you could've been a bit too stunned and forced to say yes in the confession in the crowd. So he really wants to make sure to save you trouble and doesn't want you to be in a relationship that's forced.

You confirm to him and say yes that you really like him too. And that you'd be glad to be his s/o.

Sugawara

He's so- chaotic. Canonically he's so chaotic. So he'd probably also be a bit chaotic confessing to you. He'd bring chocolates and then ask you out somewhere peaceful. He prepared a whole ass speech but he'd be stuttering every sentence and he'd keep messing up his words. Til he'd give up and just straight tell you.

You could merely smile when he confesses to you. You accept his confession.

Filled with joy, he'd probably hug you tightly afterwards. Basking in your presence.

Hinata

I was really unsure how to imagine this at first, but I feel like he'd actually ask advice from the team. Most of them offer to help him confess. So you end up in the volleyball gym, with no one there. Baited by Yachi and Yamaguchi.

Hinata comes to the gym, with flowers and chocolates and a really red face.

He'd stutter and mess his words up a lot too. But he'll be able to send the message to you. The message where he liked you, no- loved you. He'd do everything for you. He also would've said that he did his best in his volleyball matches so that he can try to impress you.

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remuswriting · 7 months

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shoyo forces you to watch the one piece live action show

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo x male reader #hinata shouyou x reader

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revasserium · 1 year

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kageyama; he loves like this --

he loves like a perfectly timed toss, the sound of freshly waxed floors; he loves like a new pair of shoes and the creek of gymnasium doors

he loves like banana-milk at recess, like sharing reeses pieces

he loves like 4am in the morning, and knowing he can text you, like admitting to himself finally, that he's really glad he met you

he loves like bending down just to tie your shoes, like watching you choose between your two favorite foods

he loves like handing you his finger tape and closing his eyes, like waiting for the last bus just to go fly a kite

he loves like "hey, good morning" and "oh, goodnight"

he loves like "hi, missed you" and "yeah, you're right"

he loves like "alright, fine" and "i trust you, y'know"

he loves like "please, don't leave" and "don't let me go"

he loves you like learning to love for the very first time; like reading a poem, and finding the rhymes; like realizing one day that your hand in his, somehow, someway fits just right

hinata; he loves like this --

he loves like a well-aimed spike, the feeling of learning to fly; he loves like laughing out loud, like hearing your voice in the crowd

he loves like doodling in notebooks and giggling to himself, like freaking out a little, saying he'll never "kiss and tell"

he loves like falling too hard, like scraping his knees, like kicking the moon, when you're both on the swings

he loves like holding your hand when things get too hard; he loves like sharing riceballs, and winning go-kart

he loves like learning to lose with his head held high; he loves like practicing a swing, till it hits just right

he loves like "uwah, you're so pretty!" and "i'll walk you home"

he loves like "share this with me" and "you'll never be alone"

he loves like "i never wanna let you out of sight"

he loves like "hey, hi, i love you... be my valentine?"

he loves you like you are his sky, the wind beneath his wings; like hearing your music, and learning to sing; like thinking if you'll be his queen, he guesses that he must have to be king

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admiringlove · 9 months

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[21:15]

"ugh, what is that smell?" you groan, scrunching up your nose as you open your front door and head inside. it's been a long day at work, and all you were looking forward to was a relaxing takeout meal and some much needed alcohol. you cover your nose with a handkerchief as you walk into the kitchen. and see hinata shōyō throw a pan into the sink.

"did you see that?" he asks meekly. your eyes soften, but a teasing smirk takes over your lips as you lean against the wall and cross your arms over your chest, "see what?"

he's turning the faucet on as he says, "i wanted to make you dinner. i even called omi-kun for help. then i went to the living room to watch highlights of the old game between the ejp raijin and the sendai frogs because atsumu said we should use one of their techniques in the next season so i got all excited. then i smelled something burning."

you let out a breathy chuckle as you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you close your eyes. then, you mumble, "you don't need to cook for me, shō. you could've ordered take-out. that would've been fine."

"but i wanted it to be special. you've been working late this past week and you would've been tired. i screwed up dinner and now we have nothing to eat."

you peer up at him, but he avoids your gaze until you cup his cheeks and force him to look back. you hum, "how about we cook lunch together tomorrow?"

"you don't have work tomorrow?" he asks, eyes big.

"it's saturday," you giggle, "i have the day off."

"i lost track of what day it is after our last game," he rubs the back of his neck guiltily. and you laugh even harder as you get on the tip of your toes and press a peck to his cheek, "what do you want to eat?"

"tomorrow or right now?"

you give him a look, and he says, "pizza."

"good choice," you chortle, before giving his lips a peck and going through your work bag to find your phone, "i'll order breadsticks too."

"the ones with cheese?"

"the ones with cheese."

"thank you!" he groans happily. you narrow your eyes, "hey, you're the one who fucked up dinner."

"the wounds are still fresh, honey. don't wound me."

"want me to make up my vicious verbal attacks with cuddles?"

"and jurassic park?"

"i am so in love with you," he giggles, walking over to you and kissing your lips softly. you smile into the kiss, leaning against him. a sigh leaves your lips, and he frowns, "what's wrong, hon?"

"nothing's wrong, i'm just exhausted. and seeing you at the end of the day is the best thing that happens to me," you tell him. shōyō grins, as if you've stroked his ego, "i'm glad to be of service."

"no seriously, seeing you is like a free therapy session," you joke, giggling breathily. he takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. then he whispers, "come on. let's go get you in some pajamas and watch movies on the couch. then we'll makeout and fall asleep there too."

"that sounds like such a solid plan," you laugh.

"free therapy session?"

"free therapy session."

kinda short but based off this request.

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marsconer · 1 year

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my haikyuu!!! playlists

#spotify #haikyuu #karasuno #tsukkishima #tsukkishima kei #haikyuu x reader #kageyama #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyou #hinata shouyou x reader #brazil hinata

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sunnysanae · 1 year

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chase | hinata shoyo

syn. it's the summer after graduation, the summer before your friend leaves. you were thinking the two of you could fly a little higher, what's the problem with that? an. shoyo and the reader stay as friends, i wanted this to be a friendship fic genre. fluff/angst, gn! reader wc. 1.0k+

the sound of giggles and waves blissed around your body. irresponsibly splashing sea water at each other, and running back and forth from the sand. crystal blue cooling around your knees, as the heated ball of sun above you all gently grazes on your skin. today, you were spending your precious summer holiday with the friends who have supported you most through high school. each memorable moment you've had in the past years, shared with each other; the embarrassing moments, the laughs, the cries. today was just one more.

you ran to catch the blue and yellow ball, racing and sliding over to the left-hand side of the court. extending both your arms and gripping your thumbs to bump the ball. the ball of orange hair behind you swiftly moving, then launching a large jump, successfully spiking the ball over to the other side.

"buam!" you hear a sound almost resembling a fart. passing your vision to the other side of the net, where you spot the raven-haired boy with a shade of black looming over his features, furiously rubbing at his head.

ah, the forceful beach volleyball had violently assailed kageyama's head. the said boy looked as if he was about to plan the assassination of the citrus-headed spiker, dragging his feet to join the tsukishima under the umbrella. you bounced back onto the sand and held onto your stomach, hair splaying into the sand. Your laughter never seemed to come to an end.

raising your elbow to extend a hand from your current position, offering hinata a high-five. then, reverting back to lying flat on the baked sand, patting on the spot beside you to signal hinata to join you. the boy lazily dropped himself down to the beach mattress beside you, smiling. "good shot shoyo" you sent him a tart remark, winking. you enjoyed the untroubled state you were living in, spending time with friends. the realisation that this was the last time you were meeting up with your precious companions struck you like a brick. every single one of you was going to pursue the dreams and aspirations that you held ever so close to your hearts. adulthood intruded on your life in an unsettling way, but it exposed you to so many amazing opportunities. though with new opportunity came the readiness to sacrifice, in this scenario the people you love and trust.

"hey, name?" hinata began to speak, "'ya alright?" noticing the grimace in your expression. the silly joyful mood changing into one of worry. "yeah." you made out, fluttering open your eyes to the blazing sun and the sunny boy resting beside you. as if he was able to sense your worry, he gave you a comforting look. his lightly tanned, slender fingers reached over to a strand of your hair colour locks, brushing through it carefully in a pacifying way. his other hand making its way to yours, warmly cupping them, the heat from his palms convecting the back of your hand.

the sensation resembled the moment you step foot into a café with heating in the cold winter. like the sensation of melting into a hot bath. hinata's warmth cleared your worries and provided you strength, just as he always has through the difficult times you've persisted through together. almost as if he was trying to assure you that friends would always be there for each other; how he would be there for you. "'mm. everything's gonna be alright." he hummed, lilting his familiar energized voice.

you closed your eyes to reminisce on this moment, inhaling deeply and contracting your diaphragm. if you were granted permission, you would wish to stay in this moment forever. things didn't have to come to an end. breathing in deeply the sweet scent of tangerine and the salty aroma of the sea. the sweet scent of tangerine? you took two more sniffs to find the origin of the fragrance. "shoyo?" you whispered. "'hm?" he piqued, raising from his spot, leaning over to front you. "you stole my cologne?" forcing your voice into a stern tone, glancing sharply at the boy. his soft look morphed into one of mortification, pupils constricting, with a berry haze powdering his sunburnt cheeks. rapidly responding with agility, leaping to start a sprint. tightly gripping the blue bottle in the right pocket of his beach shorts. grinning sheepishly to you, and blasting off to a run. he tried to choke back the cackle, holding his cramped ribcage. you hunted him from the warm sand into the cold water, throwing residue of both in his direction. "name, is this really necessary?" he shouted, running to hide behind the umbrella where tsukishima darted him an annoyed eye. he coughed on his chuckles while taking some seconds to restore his breath. none of which wiping the sneer off his features. "if you think it isn't necessary, then stop running!" you rolled your eyes, retorting with sass. what he took was tom ford! and so, he hopped into another trial of escape. prancing, galloping and pelting in the direction of the lapis water once more; breathy laughs exhaled into the pure air, messing with your smile. thus you would set off to pursue him again, shuffling closer to your bright star shining atop the horizon line. your chase would continue, your feet bristling to follow his footsteps on the cornsilk beach. just as these good times have been and always will be.

instead of worrying what comes next, you'll enjoy the present moment. you were no longer troubled by what was to come, or how far you would be from your buddies. there was a tacit understanding that with every challenge you face, and every conflict that arises, hinata would be there by your side.

no matter the distance between the two of you, the warmth of his hand will forever have its imprint clutching on yours; and no matter where you will go, you'll always be able to hear his laughter. the distance was never something that distanced the two of you; so may the both of you fly high to reach your goals and aspirations. may the chase to reach the stars never end.

in the end, you were thinking, 'the two of you could always fly a little higher, what's the problem with that?' as the two of you circled each other in the cyan water, under the smouldering sun.

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sluttsumu · 8 months

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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

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shoyoist · 5 months

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── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.

one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.

he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big.

his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.

but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.

his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.

and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.

and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.

hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice.

his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.

what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.

you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.

but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.

“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”

you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.

his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze—

his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.

you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.

this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.

correction: he is the same — but he's also more.

you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.

to your body, to your mind, to your soul.

it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.

overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.

but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.

“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”

“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.

the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.

“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.

“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”

“i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.

the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).

he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.

you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.

you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.

“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”

you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.

you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time.

“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”

his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.

your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.

knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”

“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”

you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”

“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.

“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”

“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.

you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”

his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”

the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.

with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”

“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.

“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”

by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”

“that’s my girl.”

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hiii!! can i request best friends to lovers troupe with shōyō please?? thanks a lot!! hope you have a great day/night!!<3

best friends to lovers trope with hinata shouyou would go down like this:

shouyou is the kind of person who easily admires anything and everything, from the flowers growing on the pots his mom bought, to the little giant he saw on television, then especially the neighbor that moved in just yesterday.

there wasn’t anything special when you first met—it’s the same as everyone else, a sky that could be sunny or stormy, a lawn of grass that could be reaching for his knees or trimmed short— him introducing himself first always because he’s competitive like that. it was an average day, and shouyou never thought too much of it.

shouyou had a one-track mind when he first started getting into volleyball. all he yearned for was to improve, get better, and fly higher; you only saw each other as neighbors that know each other’s names and see each other from time to time.

but you joined him, once, when he was practicing tossing onto the wall outside of his home, despite his sister’s wails of complaint. you knew as much as he did when it came to volleyball, which is practically nothing except for not dropping the ball. but in his eyes, you were an angel sent from heaven. he always—still does—gets excited whenever he sees you because of it.

befriending hinata shouyou would mean you’re willing to put up with someone unbelievably clingy. and by clingy, you mean he started becoming more and more of a familiar presence in your home. at this point, your family would be unused to not seeing shouyou in your room or raiding the fridge.

shouyou gives affection easily. he’d hug you from behind, laugh softly by your ears to not startle you, and sway the both of you to some beat that only he can hear in his head. he’s the type to fall asleep on your shoulder and then end up on your lap, have to stand on his tiptoes to pat your head, and insist on sitting next to you in class.

shouyou slowly falling in love with you is such a gradual process that when tanaka asks him if he likes you more than a friend, the “yes” in reply comes as naturally as his smile grows at the sight of you.

it’s pretty hard to get rid of shouyou, just warning you. the moment you say yes to him, too, he will not let go. not that you’d want to get rid of him anyway—you’d be with him wherever he goes, and he’d shower you with everything he can give.

dating shouyou is also natural. it’s meant to happen, shouyou insists when you wipe away ice cream that he haphazardly smudged on his cheek. the boy next door and you now live in the same house, always together, rarely apart. he kisses you so you get ice cream on your face, too.

dating shouyou means he’d brag in interviews that he has the bestest significant other in the world. during awards, he’d always mention your name when expressing his gratitude. all these achievements and goals and still he’s the sweetest boyfriend first and foremost.

sometimes, sugawara still wonders how their little crow, hinata shouyou of all people, got engaged to someone before them.

but shouyou has always liked to go first, and then he’d always have you right beside him.

a best friends to lovers trope with hinata shouyou would be as easy as breathing.

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