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teamatsumu · 2 months
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where we left off. (hinata shoyo x reader)
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summary: “you confess because you think you will never see him again, so it doesn’t matter ” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions
word count: 1981
tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties
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There is a light in Shoyo that just won’t dim. Not that you want it to. It’s your favorite thing about him.
There are ten million reasons to like Shoyo (though Tsukishima would disagree and say he can barely find one. He’s lying. No one can dislike Shoyo. It’s not possible). But you like him for the simple reason that he is the best person you have ever met. He is dedicated and kind, loyal and friendly. You have known him since your first year in high school, and you have seen him face every adversity that comes his way with full confidence and optimism.
It’s no wonder you’re hopelessly in love with him. How could you not be? Shoyo entered your life and made everything ten times brighter and easier to deal with. From day one, he was your confidant and your cheerleader. In all those three years, Shoyo stood by you like you stood by him. You had grown by leaps and bounds with him as your friend.
Friend.
The sun was low in the sky, spreading a warm orange light over the clouds as it set. The color reminds you of Shoyo’s hair, and you have to curse yourself. It seems you can never stop thinking about him, and the world is adamant on making sure you didn’t even try to. You sigh and lean back on the bench you were seated on, closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for what was coming.
High school graduation had come and gone. Tomorrow, Shoyo will leave for Brazil. For two years minimum. And who knows? He says he will return, but there is a very real chance he won’t. An up-and-coming volleyball player like him, he could be snatched up by a local club. Or he could fall in love with beach volleyball and continue living there so he could keep playing it.
Two years is a long time for a person to change. You can change. He can change. You can’t trust yourself to leave this until then. Now, before Shoyo leaves, you will confess to him all of your closely guarded feelings. Before he potentially leaves your life for good, he has to know that he is the reason you are where you have gotten.
Heavy footsteps slowly fade in, making you turn your head to follow the sound. You spot Shoyo barreling down the sidewalk towards you, skidding to an abrupt halt when he reaches your bench. He takes a few deep breaths before grinning wide, and just the sight of his million watt smile has your own lips tugging up to return the gesture.
“Ready for dinner?”
Homey, comforting ramen is Shoyo’s choice of last meal in Japan. You both trudge into his usual ramen place, one that he loved to frequent often after practice. He talks your ear off all the way there, telling you about his day. He had been getting his affairs in order, saying goodbye to all the important people and packing up some last minute stuff. You let him catch you up to every tiny detail, (He is like that. He doesn’t like leaving anything out) and you hum along to his stories.
When steaming bowls of ramen are set down before you is when Shoyo finally shuts up, instead choosing to immediately wolf it down. You watch him with blatant adoration in your eyes. You know you do, and you don’t bother to hide it. Sharing this one last moment with him, you don’t want to hold back. This might be the last time you can look at him in leisure. So you drink him in the best you can, trying to seal this moment in your memory forever.
“Are you excited for beach volleyball?”
He nods around a mouthful of noodles. “I have just two years to learn it, so I’m a bit nervous. But I can’t wait to start!”
You smile at his usual unending enthusiasm. “You’ll be great, Shoyo. I have never met someone as hardworking as you.”
And there is that smile again, so bright you almost have to squint to withstand it. He was so different from how he was in first year. He had come such a long way in just three years. Imagine how much he would change after two years in a completely foreign country, on the other side of the world.
You can feel your shoulders drop.
After dinner, Shoyo insists on dessert and you both end up getting ice pops. He finishes his before you can even take one bite of your own, and then ends up finishing half of yours as well when you tell him you are full and he can have it. No wonder he has unending stamina. He eats the food of three people. You smile at the thought.
As per routine, Shoyo walks you home afterward. The sun has fully set by this time, and the streetlights periodically illuminate the two of you as you walk along the sidewalk. Your figures cast long, moving shadows on the concrete, and you keep your eyes on them as you walk. Shoyo is humming something under his breath, occasionally breaking the silence to comment on something. You bask in the moment.
When you slow to a stop at your front door, you realise it is finally time to do what you had been psyching yourself up for all this time.
“I have something to say.” You comment. Shoyo blinks and nods, encouraging you to continue. You take a deep breath.
“For the last three years, you’ve been the best person in my life. By a long shot. I can’t believe I met someone like you. You’re always so supportive, Shoyo, and you’ve really helped me be the best version of myself.”
You cringe at your corny statements, but Shoyo’s face has softened. He stays silent. You muscle on.
“I like you. A lot. A lot. And before you leave, I just wanted you to know this.”
Because I may never see you again. You let the last sentence die in your throat.
Shoyo looks down at the ground, fiddling with his hands a bit. You realize you have made him nervous. And no wonder. You just dumped a huge revelation on him the day before he leaves the country.
“You don’t have to say anything!” You add on, as soon as Shoyo opens his mouth to speak, trying to soothe his nerves. “I don’t want you to reciprocate. I just wanted to tell you all this before you left.”
You step forward to wrap him into a hug, feeling him freeze at the gesture. You don’t let yourself linger, pulling away mere seconds later. Shoyo opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You giggle.
“Do your best in Brazil, Shoyo. I’m counting on you.”
And then you pull open the door, shutting it behind yourself with one last smile at his surprised face.
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Tokyo is a big city, and you lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of it.
Miyagi was quiet, peaceful, and you knew more or less everyone there. In contrast, Tokyo is continuously moving, and you have to run to keep up with it. It’s a big change, going from Tokyo to Miyagi, but it is a welcome one. You can feel how you change and blossom along with the city.
Your apartment is small. One bedroom, open kitchen, tiny bathroom. It’s a starter apartment and you are still a student, so it doesn’t matter. Every night, you cook yourself a modest meal and plop yourself down in front of the television, continuing some show you have been watching for the last few days. Afterwards, you have a warm cup of tea and then begin your nightly routine, ready for classes the next day.
Today that routine is disrupted by loud knocking on the door.
You pause your chewing, reaching for the remote to mute the TV. You don’t hear any sound, not even shuffling, but ten seconds later you hear another, longer knock. Sighing, you set your bowl down on the coffee table and throw your blanket off, trudging to the door. When you look through the peephole, all you see is one shoulder. You roll your eyes at the person who chose to not stand in your view.
You undo the lock and pull the door open, immediately freezing on the spot.
He has grown so much taller, and broader. His skin holds a wonderful bronze tan, and his hair is shorter than the last time you saw him. But his smile is the same. Bright and blinding, endlessly welcoming. Your heart skips.
“Hi.” He breathes. His voice is deeper too. A little scratchier. You continue to stare, mouth agape. You cannot believe it, and your brain cannot process it.
“Shoyo…” Your grip on the doorframe tightens. A small silence extends between you two. Shoto shifts a bit.
“Can I come in?” He asks sheepishly.
You abruptly jerk back, nodding vigorously. “Of course! Sorry, sorry. Come in.”
You allow Shoyo to pass through the threshold, toeing his shoes off and stacking them next to your own before looking back at you expectantly. You lead him into the living room, mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
He was back. From Brazil. Taller and tanned and just as bright. And he’s back. You reel with the revelation.
“How have you been?” He asks, seating himself on the couch and looking up at you with a small smile. He seems…. calmer somehow. More present instead of how flighty he used to be. More grounded. You nod a bit.
“I’m- I’ve been good. You?”
“Me too.”
“Okay good.”
Awkward silence stretches between you two. You feel your face heat up.
“I’m going to make tea!” You announce, bustling towards the kitchen before Shoyo can protest, trying not to think about the last conversation you had with him right before he left, over two years ago.
Once you settle before him with two steaming hot cups, the awkward air disperses a bit. You aren’t surprised. It always did with Shoyo. He had a talent like this. You ask him about Brazil and he goes on a whole storytime for it, telling you about the vast beaches and the burning sun. How much he learned and how much he changed.
That part is true, you can tell. Shoyo has changed. But despite all that, you can feel the way your heart skips, the way your palms get clammy. All those old feelings are coming back, and you cannot stop them. As you watch the way Shoyo laughs and reminisces with you, you’re not sure you want to.
A lull hits after Shoyo stops talking, and you watch as he fiddles with his hands a bit before speaking again, his voice lower this time, more serious.
“Can we….. pick up where we left off?” He doesn’t glance up at you, playing with his hands.
You blink at his words, trying to process them. He gives you a crooked smile that lights your nerves on fire.
“You never let me reply that day. And…. I didn’t think I should either, because I was leaving. But now…”
He trails off, you feel your breath catch. Is he implying what you think he is? You try not to get your hopes up, but Shoyo’s next words seal the deal.
“I like you tons.”
You can’t help your breathless laugh at his choice of words. Your skin buzzes. Shoyo scoots closer to you. You let him. His leg brushes against yours and you can feel the way electricity zips through you at the feeling.
“I like you tons too.”
Ten minutes later, when Shoyo drags huge suitcases into your lobby from outside your front door, you realize he came here straight from the airport. And it only makes you love him more.
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nova-amor · 5 months
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hinata shoyo’s happy place is between your legs. with his nose buried against your clit and his ears warmed by your thick thighs, each inhale of your natural aroma is a wave of bliss that eases the tensions in his muscles and soothes his frenzied mind.
“shoyo,” you purr his name as he nudges his nose further into your heat, the cloth of your underwear soaked by your arousal. the fabric clings to your wet folds, the outline of your pussy lips on full display. “shoyo, need more— wanna feel your tongue on me,” your plea weighed down with need.
shoyo happily hums, his head rolling side to side before pressing open mouthed kisses to your needy cunt. “oh really? gettin’ all needy f’r me, huh?” he quips, his mouth salivating as your legs vibrate around his head in anticipation.
“let’s just stay like this for a little bit longer, okay?” shoyo sucks on your cunt through your panties, soaking the lacy cloth with his spit, the pressure eliciting whimpers from your throat. the faint taste of your arousal coats his tongue, his brown eyes growing heavy as he relishes your sweet taste. “and then i’ll give you what you want, baby, don’t worry.”
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Being their pregnant partner
Featuring Hinata, Kageyama and
Hoshiumi
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Hinata Shoyo x Pregnant Reader; Kageyama Tobio x Pregnant Reader; Hoshiumi Korai x Pregnant Reader
Warnings: Fluff
AN: I guess I’m continuing this series 😌
Hinata
“Babe I’m home!” Hinata called throughout your beach house. Moving to the beach was something he’d always wanted to do and moving back to Brazil provided him with the opportunity.
“Oh great, can you help me get my back?” You asked, appearing from behind the door, swimsuit on and sunscreen in hand.
“Uhh babe what are you planning to do? Go swimming?” Hinata questioned, taking the sunscreen from your hands and rubbing it in your back as you continued to rub it into your growing belly.
“Nope, I was thinking we could play some volleyball! It’s been so long and I know you are just aching to get back on the sand babe,” you confessed as your husband stared blankly at you.
“Umm sweetie, I’d love to play volleyball with you but umm, can you even play in your condition?” He questioned, ripping off his shirt and preparing to head to the beach.
You giggled, “well actually I was thinking more like you play volleyball and I lay on the beach. How does that sound?”
Hinata smiled before kissing your forehead and grabbing your hand, practically dragging you the beach.
Kageyama
“YN what the hell are you doing??” Kageyama shouted, quickly running to grab the ladder that held a very pregnant you on it.
“Tobio what is wrong with you? I’m just changing a lightbulb. It’s not like there’s a fire, calm down!” You scolded, climbing carefully down the ladder as Kageyama tried desperately not to get angry.
“I told you I would change it tonight Yn, why couldn’t you just wait?” He asked calmly as you glared at him.
“Well for your information, I was trying to be a good spouse and help you out. I figured you’d be tired and I didn’t think you’d freak out because I used a ladder one stinking time Tobio!”
Kageyama sighed. He knew you were only trying to help but how could he get it through your mind that he only wanted you to be safe and not get hurt.
“I appreciate it Yn but please wait for me next time ok? You’re really pregnant right now and the last thing I want is for your or our baby to get hurt ok?”
You nodded, admitting the stubborn man in front of you was correct.
“Ok fine but I still get to climb the ladder and you hold it!”
Kageyama laughed, “deal!”
Hoshiumi
“Mmm something smells amazing babe!” Hoshiumi declared as he walked into the kitchen, noticing pots and pans askew aa you hurried around cooking.
“Hey love! Just thought I’d make something special for the most amazing husband and father to be ever,” you grinned as Hoshiumi smiled, kissing your cheek and rubbing your pregnant belly.
As he sat down to eat he realized that this wasn’t an ordinary meal, nope. This meal contained his favorite plum flavored snack crackers. He stared at the crackers and back to you, his eyes now narrowing.
“Ok what did ya do?” Hoshiumi asked as you stood there, a fake look of stunned offense in your face as you ignored your husbands questions.
“What do you mean? Can’t I make a meal for my favorite husband ever?” You questioned as Hoshiumi remained skeptical.
“Well I guess, it’s just that the last time you did this, you told me you were pregnant so obviously I’m a bit nervous Yn.”
You waved your husband off, “well I can’t possibly be pregnant again if I’m already pregnant can I?”
“I guess not,” Hoshiumi responded, resigning himself to finally enjoying the food you’d prepared.
“I mean it’s not like I bought a super expensive baby stroller that you told me I shouldn’t buy but I ignored you anyways,” you smiled as Hoshiumi glared at you, food halfway to his mouth.
“See I knew you couldn’t be trusted!”
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doingitforbokuto · 11 months
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-> 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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noosayog · 2 months
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Hi! I saw request were open for your Valentine's Day event! I'm so so so excited! May I request reader x Hinata where reader almost didn't give Hinata chocolates from being so nervous, but eventually works up the courage and Hinata is overjoyed to receive chocolates from his crush? Thanks so much for the consideration and excited to read all the pieces you plan to share with us! <3
thank u for sending a request! this is my first time writing hinata so i hope u like it!
wc: 700
valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist
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“Hey, Kageyama.” 
The setter doesn’t look up as he continues to furiously copy your homework. “What?”
“Do you know what day today is?” Hinata asks. 
“February 14th.” 
“That’s not what I meant.” 
“Tuesday.” 
“Not that either. It’s Valentine’s Day.” 
“And?” 
“Did you receive… you know… any…” Hinata’s eyes dart to you for the quickest of seconds. 
“What?
Another voice interrupts. “Talking about these?” 
Hinata looks up to find Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking into the classroom. Dangling in Tsukishima’s hand are 3 baggies, obviously filled with some sort of chocolate baked good. 
Hinata’s eyes bulge. “You got three already!?” 
Tsukishima smirks, “more than you will, I’m sure.”
Kageyama looks up from his homework. “Oh, yeah,” he says. He reaches into his desk and pulls out his own baggie and a box. “These were in my shoe locker this morning.” 
Hinata falls to his knees and calls out, “Why?!” 
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When afterschool practice rolls around, Hinata is at the end of his rope. All throughout drills, he noticed people milling about the entrance, sitting on the bleachers, and calling out to various members of the volleyball team. Each time one of them would return to the gym, expression slightly sheepish and holding a little gift in their hands. Almost everyone, except Hinata, ended the day with at least one present. 
Dejected, Hinata cleans up the gym with the rest of the first-years before picking up his bag and making his way to the bike racks after bidding the group a good evening. 
He lets out a deep sigh, hopping on this bike and hoping his blue spring will come next year. Before he begins pedaling though, a call of his name stops him. 
“Hinata! Wait!” 
Your voice has him swiveling around to find you out of breath and running in his direction. He obediently waits until you’re standing in front of him, hands on your knees to catch your breath. 
Foolishly, Hinata’s hopes fly up like the hammer machine at an amusement park. He watches you with anticipatory eyes, trying to feign nonchalance when he asks you what’s up. 
He watches with bated breath when your hands reach into your bag. He can practically envision himself, tail wagging, ears perked up. 
“Um!” you announce, eyes nervously darting side to side. “Have the rest of the first-years left already?” 
Hinata’s chest deflates just as quickly. “Oh,” he says. “Yeah.” 
“So, it’s just you left?” 
“Yeah. Sorry about that.” 
“What? No! Why are you apologizing?” 
“No reason. Just forget it,” he says, already turning to get back on his bike. “Well…” he trails off awkwardly. “See you tomorrow?” 
You reach a hand out to grab his bag. “Wait! Actually, I was hoping… that you might…” 
He looks at you. 
“Well. I made these,” your hand comes out of your bag to show him a bag of sweets. “And I was hoping… that you might accept them.” your tone rises at the end, making it sound more like a question. 
Hinata’s eyes widen, as he looks from you to the chocolates and back to you. 
“For me?” 
“Yeah… yep.” you nod. “Oh! But if you don’t like chocolate, it’s totally ok. And no hard feelings if you don’t want them. I mean, I totally get it.” You’re really rambling now. “Or maybe you’re… like… allergic? Oh my god, that’s it, huh? I’m so sorry, I promise I’m not trying to kill you and-” 
You’re rambling now and luckily, Hinata stops you by picking you up and spinning you in circles. Your brain barely processes what’s happening, with Hinata’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you pressed chest to chest with him, and your legs flailing about as he spins the both of you. 
You look down at him, his unfiltered joy completely and utterly open on display on his face. Soon, you find it hard not to giggle along, evolving into full on belly laughter until he puts you down. 
“Are these really for me?!” he asks. 
You nod, remnants of your laughing session still present as a ghost of a smile on your lips. 
He accepts them and opens it right away to chomp at the chocolate cupcake you prepared. After swallowing the first bite, he grins at you, all teeth. “Thanks! This is great!” 
After he polishes off the last bite, he licks the crumbs off his finger. 
“You know,” he starts. “I was starting to get nervous,” he admits. “I’ve been waiting all day.” 
-for you. 
The last bit goes unsaid but he thinks that this is enough for now.
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moonswolfie · 6 months
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idk if u are taking requests..... but...can u make a sugawara, hinata and nishinoya (separately) sleepy cuddles hcs w/ reader? fluff is my life source :D
ty ily :D
Woah my first (non event) request!! I will try my best not to dissapoint you nonnie!!😤
I don't write for these three all that much so I hope I'll get them right!! My requests are always open, so don't be afraid to send in an ask💖💖
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚Sugawara Koushi
MORNING CUDDLES MORNING CUDDLES!!
he's made it a habit to cuddle with you in the mornings if he has the time
sometimes he decides to be cheeky and sets his alarm earlier on purpose just so he can cuddle with you longer
He usually likes face-to-face cuddling so he can squish your cheeks or simply look at your face
There's just that certain domesticity to it that he can't get enough of
If you happen to have pets that like joining you, he'll lowkey get a little jealous that you're stroking the pet's head instead of his, playfully remarking about how you like the pet more than him
(That's your queue to pull him close)
Likes kissing your eyes, especially if you still haven't woken up yet
His heart still swells a little whenever you snuggle against him, no matter how long you've been together for
*ੈ✩‧₊˚Hinata Shoyo
He is a very tired boy after rigorous practice and just wants to unwind and cuddle up with you
Will absolutely melt if you pet his head and play with his hair
Definitely lets out a satisfied little huff when he collapses on top of you and whines when you eventually push him off because your body is starting to hurt
He really likes it when you lay on top of him, too
He likes telling you about his day or fun things that happened during practice while cuddling
And definitely does not mind when you share yours too
(You can see him nodding off like a toddler who doesn't want to fall asleep yet when you tell him stories🥺)
He hugs a pillow, pretending that it's you when he travels for games
*ੈ✩‧₊˚Nishinoya Yuu
Always wants to be the big spoon to feel cool and manly😤
And besides, he gets to place playful little kisses on your head and nape that way
Literally falls asleep instantly if you hum a song to him
Definitely the type to tangle his legs with yours and place his head on your shoulder
Will get openly jealous of any pet you're cuddling in bed with, that's his spot, don't you know?
Loves playing with your hair, always tracing little shapes into your scalp
Definitely kisses your lips first thing in the morning, it's the best feeling in the world for him
Sometimes his nose bleeds.... yeah...
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kenm4vhs · 7 months
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MY BABIES ARE FINALLY BACK
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cottonlemonade · 6 days
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Helloo, can i please get a medium grapefruit lemonade with boba for hinata? Thank youu
Chicken Soup
warnings: spoilers
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"At this point, I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but you really ought to take better care of yourself, baby.", you said, as you handed him the bowl. Steam rose from the clear broth and he sniffled.
Shoyo had, once again, been very smart and played hide and seek with his team, grown ass men by the way, in the park after practice last night - at the end of winter. In the chilly rain.
(You had already scolded the other Jackals for it and were pleased to see them appropriately intimidated by your wrath, albeit your usually so endearing chubbiness.)
And now, your husband was lying in bed with a cold. He smiled down at the chicken soup you made for him and you could have sworn his ears blushed when he saw that you had cut the carrots into a heart shape.
He beamed at you as you sat down on the side of the bed, dunking a clean cloth into a bowl of cold water to gently dab at his burning forehead and neck. Maybe you should head to the pharmacy again to stock up on more medicine. The doctor had said simple bedrest and lots of fluids would be enough but Shoyo often defied laws of nature, so some extra reinforcements couldn’t hurt. Absentmindedly, you brushed a few strands of his fiery hair out of his eyes, then noticed him staring.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm still mad at you."
He took a carrot heart on his spoon and, lifting a smug brow, gave you a cheeky smile.
"No, you're not."
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a/n: oh my gosh! A request for Shoyo and such a cute one 🥹 thank you so much, I hope you like it 🌱
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kairismess · 5 months
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I'm pretty sure I've seen you doing some song inspired fics and I need someone else to at least acknowledge that this song right here is 100% Hinata Shoyo vibes. Like not even kidding when I heard this I was like, "This is being in love with Hinata!" It's so soft and sweet!!
If you want to do a fic based off the song that would be awesome but do what you wish!! Thank you!!!
this is what it's like to fall for you. — hinata shoyo x gn!reader.
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🏐 genre: fluff !
🖋️ word count: 474
💭 summary: it was like everything tasted sweeter, everything looked brighter, everything felt warmer when you realized... you're in love with your best friend, hinata shoyo.
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maybe it was the atmosphere on that chilly, winter evening; maybe it was the shine that flickered on the koi fishes' scales... or maybe it was the way the evening light shone down on his face, illuminating his bright, beaming smile that rivaled the light of the stars in the sky and sun in the day. it was cold that evening, but even the silver snow crunching underfoot melted whenever he smiled, whenever he laughed.
how did you notice this just now?
you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, that heat in your cheeks wouldn't go away, and your eyes kept drifting to the orange-haired firecracker that was your bestfriend. he kept calling for you to come over and try feeding the koi, handing you some fish pellets, grinning widely. "i bet they'll love you the minute you come over to them, you're too gorgeous and sweet for them not to love you!"
you chuckle and remind shoyo that the fish wouldn't remember you after a while, making shoyo a little disappointed. he frowned and pouted as he leaned closer to you. "sucks to be a fish, then... i wouldn't ever forgive myself if i'd forget someone as amazing as you."
hw was too sweet and cute for his own good, and that was a bad thing. he was supposed to your friend, your best friend–and now your feelings... are shifting. like how a cloud moves away from the moon and unsheathes its light; you get a moment of clarity, and feel your heart thump a few beats faster than it did earlier. or maybe, this was just how you felt ever since whenever shoyo would get this close...
either way, you fed the fish, and watched with shoyo as he chuckled in amazement how the fish ate up the pellets you dropped into the pond. you smiled, but you wish you could help yourself; but you can't, because... you were in love. you were in love with the beaming and walking sunshine on earth that was your best friend, hinata shoyo. maybe you'd regret falling for your best friend, or maybe something beautiful would come out of these feelings; but either way... you leaned against him and pointed out the different patterns on the koi's backs, with shoyo looking all wide-eyed and grinning from ear-to-ear in innocent amazement.
he was so lovable, and you wished... you wished you could tell him. but now wouldn't be the right time–someday, that time would come. but tonight, tonight, you'd enjoy being with him, even if he didn't know yet that the most important, darling person in his life adored him with the purest love in the world. all that love was all for him, nobody else–and it was just as warm and sweet as the sunshine he emulated with his bright personality and warm smiles.
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mymegumi · 1 year
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THAT BOY’S A MUNCH! ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊
comes home for work and practically begs to eat you out on the daily. could spend hours eating your pussy out n making you come over and over again. asks you incessantly to sit on his face, insists that even if you do crush him, he’ll die happy cause ‘he suffocated in that pussy’. will rut and grind his poor cock into the bed, his hand, the floor, anything just to get off at the same time as you but doesn’t want to fuck you just yet. gets so turned on when you smush your thighs against his head cause the feeling of his tongue circling your clit is just too much for you. would rather spend hours eating you out than fucking you, just because it turns him on so much to see you come just from his mouth.
hanamaki takahiro, NISHINOYA YUU, tanaka ryuunosuke, hinata shoyo, haiba lev, koganegawa kanji, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, hirugami sachiro
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teamatsumu · 6 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 9
skinny dipping - hinata shoyo x reader
word count: 772
kinktober masterlist
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Every day was new and exciting if you were dating Hinata Shoyo.
He was a wildcard. With his flaming orange hair, million dollar smile, and stars in his eyes, he could convince you to do pretty much anything with him, no matter how absurd it was. That included getting into a pool and slowly shedding your bathing suits until you were naked in the water, bodies pressing into each other while they floated in the cold.
You would have never agreed to this in a million years, but Shoyo was a very convincing person. Something about the pool being isolated, access granted to only a select few premium hotel guests, and it being nearly 1 in the morning. There was a single light turned on near the entrance to the pool, while the rest were all turned off. It casted soft shadows over you and Shoyo, and that helped you relax a little and slightly forget about your fear of getting caught.
The second factor to your relaxation was two of Shoyo’s fingers buried knuckle deep in you.
You let out a breathy moan into his mouth, one leg wrapped around his bare torso while the other floated freely. The water would have been completely still if it weren’t for the fingers moving inside you, resulting in little ripples following up Shoyo’s arm and breaking through the surface. The cold water muted some of the sensations, but there was no mistaking how good and warm Shoyo felt against you, and how his fingers were persistently pressing into your spongy core.
“Shoyo, more.” You managed to choke out, clawing at his shoulders. He was single handedly holding you afloat in the water at this point, his fingers leaving your pussy at your request and replacing it with something bigger, harder, and way, way thicker.
You would never get used to him, to the stretch of your protesting walls as he forced himself into you. Shoyo was girthy, and no matter how much you prepped, it still burned when he penetrated you. And you loved it dearly. It knocked the breath out of you everytime, including now, even though the water somehow worked to soothe you, surrounding you like a blanket.
Shoyo pushed you back a little until you made contact with the wall of the pool behind you, both of his hands gripping the pool edge in preparation. He made eye contact with you and smiled so softly that your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed. Even in the cold of the water, the love in Shoyo’s smile made your insides simmer with warmth.
“Hold on to me.” He whispered, as if telling you a secret.
And you did. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as he began moving in you, as hard and as fast as the water would allow. The shiny surface of it broke around you at Shoyo’s harsh movements, waves rippling away from you and moving down all the way to the other end of the pool. You dropped your head back, resting it on the edge of the pool, the warm cement a stark contrast to the water around you, eyes closing as you focused solely on the pull and drag of Shoyo’s cock, brushing every spot in your walls that drove you insane. Your legs tensed and bent on their own, thighs framing Shoyo’s slim waist and digging into his sides. He hummed and ran a thick stripe over your neck with his tongue, drawing a sigh out of you at the sensation.
Your wet hand dug itself into Shoyo’s even wetter hair, holding on for dear life as you buried your face into his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, a mixture of his sweat and the pool water, biting gently into the muscle until he groaned. Your pussy tightened and squeezed around him as he forced his way into you over and over, your core tightening with every sloppy thrust.
“I’m gonna cum.” He announced, voice sounding shaky and frantic. Your arms tightened around him.
“Me too, baby.” You kissed him, long and hard, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm hit you, slow waves building inside you and coming to a climax, softly luring you to your end, firing up every fiber of your body in a way only Shoyo could. You felt his hips stutter before he finally buried himself deep in you, warmth spilling into you and his cock throbbing frantically inside you as he moaned his way through his own orgasm, before finally stilling.
The gentle lap of the water faded seconds after Shoyo had stopped, leaving you to bask in the quiet of the pool. The only sounds were your little breaths, and the soft smack of your lips against each other, tongues running over each other’s mouths, still tasting each other in the desperate way you often did, not getting enough, never getting enough.
You had never thought possible to be so in love with a man.
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sorcererverse · 6 months
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HELP ME FIND THIS FIC ! hinata shoyo, dark content
ok this one is more obscure i think? idk if the author is still active too so :3
— timeskip!hinata
— im pretty sure this fic was posted on authors second acc ^__^
— dark content. dubcon i think turned noncon.. (?)
— cervix penetration is the main part of this fic !! like hinata doesnt know the female anatomy and he thinks he should be able to enter readers womb..
— reader tries to tell him to stop and no matter how hard he thrusts he wont be able to enter but he's adamant until he does eventually enter her womb.. yeah ^__^
— im pretty sure it was titled hit it till it breaks? or the ending alludes to that (hinata remembers oikawas saying "hit it till it breaks")
PLEASE HELP ME FIND THIS I WANNA KNOW..
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bakugokemkatsuki · 6 months
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My Sunshine
Shoyo Hinata (Haikyu) x (G/N) Reader:
**Genre: Fluff **Word Count: 396 **Trope: Sunshine x Grumpy
Honestly everyone laughs when they first find out you two are dating, I mean you two couldn’t be more opposites. He was always so full of life and energy. He was bright and bubby. To you he was the daylight, where as you were the darkness. Always in dark cloths, usually in his hoodie no matter how hot it was out. When you weren’t together you would always have earbuds in and ignored the world. You always had a resting blank emotionless face, while Shoyo had the most radiant smile resting on his lips. Most people couldn’t believe Hinata ended up with someone so dark, so dull, so the opposite of him. He on the other hand was the first to jump to your defense saying how you’re just guarded and are actually a really sweet caring person though you don’t look the part by any means.
Today, was like any normal day. You went to the gym after school to watch Sho practice before you two would go home together and do homework, watch a movie eat dinner, then he would finish the rest of the bike home. This was your usual routine. You had started to really like the gym, you found a weird sense of comfort being there and were starting to really get along with the team. Noya and Tanaka were messing around when a stray ball flew your direction and knocked you out of your chair. The gym was silent and the entire atmosphere changed. Hinata went to yell at them for hurting you due to their recklessness when the whole gym suddenly filled with laughter. This shocked everyone wondering at first where the sound was coming from before noticing it was you. You were smiling and laughing for the first time in front of the team, taking them all by total surprise. The sound was beautiful, music to Sho’s ears. He smiled realizing you were finally comfortable with his team. He walked over to help you up, completely forgetting about yelling at Tanaka and Noya. After checking on you practice started. On the walk to your house Hinata expressed how much you laughing and finally being comfortable/ opening up with his teammates means to him. It was a baby step but you’d soon be all good friends, who would share many more laughs (Usually due to Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka).
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Authors Note: I can do a timeskip version of this as well if you guys would like just lmk
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jxbsbokuto · 2 years
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now and forever
pairing: timeskip hinata shoyo x fem!reader
words: 1.2k
summary: your boyfriend is so so in love with you
genre: fluff, suggestive
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Shoyo has been thinking about it for a while. Putting a ring on your finger, seeing you walking down the aisle in white, promising his whole life to you. Your friend’s wedding that you’re attending this weekend only makes him crave more.
Since you’re the maid of honor, you’re totally immersed in the preparations, and seeing how excited you and the bride are about every single detail makes his chest warm because one day he wants you to be just as enchanted - maybe a bit more - with your own ceremony and everything that comes after it.
So maybe he was looking at rings on the internet when you were out, busy with your maid of honor duties, maybe he was still looking at them while you were showering, or taking a look at dresses and trying to imagine you in them.
And when you open the door of your hotel suite bathroom to let the steam dissipate, he looks up from his phone to see you wearing a transparent white silk nightdress that shows him your matching lingerie and curves underneath, Hinata swears he can propose right there and now. No ring, no champagne, no expensive restaurant, no speech. Just you - looking as ethereal as one can possibly be - and him - half-naked with only vabo-chan stamped boxer shorts.
His jaw drops as he stares at you up and down. Shoyo’s mind becomes a mix of thoughts about spending forever with you and thoughts about fucking you till the morning comes.
He gets up from the bed and walks to the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe and watching as you start your night routine.
You’re so focused on getting the products out of your necessarie bag that you don’t notice him behind you. It’s only when his arms come to engulf your waist in a hug that you jump in your place, startled by the sudden appearance of your boyfriend.
He chuckles and places a kiss on your cheek, then one on your jaw, on your neck, on your shoulder. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, melting under his kisses.
Shoyo straightens his back and puts his hands on your sides. Your cheeks heat up as his eyes scan your body. You know that gaze very, very well, but there’s something more to it now than just desire, though you can’t quite get it.
“You look gorgeous in white.” He whispers and you don’t know if he wanted to say that or if he was thinking out loud.
Suddenly, he sweeps you out of your feet and drags you back into the room easily.
“Sho! I haven’t even finished my skincare routine yet!” You protest with words but make no physical effort to get out of his hold.
“You don’t need it, your skin is perfect.” He responds with a kiss on your cheek. “See? Soft and smooth.”
“Yeah, because I do my routine every night." You cross your arms in front of your chest and angrily pout as he lays you gently on the bed. You turn your body to the side to get up but Shoyo quickly pins your hands to the bed. "Shoyo! I'm ser-"
Lips are smashed against yours abruptly and you lose all train of thought. The only thing in your mind is how soft and sweet his mouth feels. He cradles your face in his hands and deepens the kiss, claiming your mouth as his once again, taking and taking as much as you're willing to give him.
Your hands climb his torso in a feather touch, and he giggles into the kiss from how it tickles. His thumbs run side to side on your cheekbones, it feels so soft, so sweet, just like everything else he does that involves you.
Hinata puts both hands beside your head to support his weight, looking down at you with the sweetest smile ever. He takes his time to look at you, really look at you. The way your hair forms waves on the pillow, how your eyebrows are perfectly shaped to match your face, the shine from the dim lamp lights reflected in your eyes, the swollen lips he urges to kiss every time his own are apart from...
“I love you.”
Again, you sense something different in him. His words are heavier with more feeling than before, his gaze holds a new meaning. You feel butterflies in your stomach and heat taking over every inch of your skin.
"I love you too, Shoyo."
He lowers his head to your neck, pampering the skin there with kisses.
"I love you more." He breathes out, moving lower, now reaching your collarbone and chest. "I love you so so much." Now your belly, then your hips. "You're the love of my life." Your thighs, your knees, your ankles. Not a single inch of your body is neglected by Hinata.
Tears start stinging in your eyes. It's a wonder how your boyfriend can make you feel so loved, so high in his affection you never want to come back down again.
When he's satisfied with his worship of you and your body he lays beside you. A soft grin appears on his face when he looks at you. Hinata cups your cheek and kisses your forehead.
"Marry me."
You laugh, more like a scoff, because it is not the first time your boyfriend has asked you to "marry" him, and it definitely won't be the last.
There was that one time when you praised him for a fantastic recieve (you weren't even dating yet, that episode startled you), when you called him mom behind his back to ask for the recipe of his favorite food and cooked it for him on his birthday, when you agreed to watch one piece with him even if it had a thousand episodes, and when you flew to Japan to watch his Olympic matches after you told him you couldn't because of work.
But now, when your eyes meet his you see that it isn't a joke.
"Sho?"
He shifts closer to you and rests his forehead on yours, still looking deep into your eyes.
"Marry me." He repeats.
"You're not joking with me, are you?"
"Never. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you have me." A tear drops from your eye and he kisses it away. "Will you marry me, My Love?"
You throw yourself at him and smash your lips together. You kiss him again, and again, and again until you're both laughing and the kiss is nothing more than soft mouths rested against one another.
"Should I take this as a yes?"
"Yes, Shoyo, I will marry you."
Hinata wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug and you swear you're the happiest person on earth. You feel his smile against your neck. Calloused hands drop from your waist to your thighs, moving you to straddle him, and soon enough there's a bulge resting on the back of your leg.
"Sho..."
"Hm?" He dares to act innocent, nuzzling his nose on your jaw. Hinata moves his hips so it hits the spot that is urging for him.
"Shoyo..."
He flips both of you to the side, his weight on your body feels better than any comforter.
"It's my duty as a future husband to never leave my wife unsatisfied, isn't it? So let me take care of you, Mrs. Hinata."
"Always, Mr. Hinata."
Shoyo smiles and kisses you once more, before lowering himself and claiming you as him, now and forever.
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cyanhydrangea · 2 months
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Imagine being the smartest student in Hinata Shoyo's class and teach him school lessons before every tests
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admiringlove · 8 months
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[21:15]
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"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."
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