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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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pairing: hinata shoyo x f!reader

summary: your summer job at your uncle’s hotel and resort turns unforgettable when you meet an orange haired man who is just as bright as the sun.

genre: smut, strangers to lovers au, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. balcony sex (public sex), exhibitionism, voyeurism (dubcon), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, sixty-nine, oral (f and m receiving), size kink, fingering, nipple play, cockwarming, creampie, mating press

word count: 4.7k

author's note: for @atsumuscumslut f*** me right here collab! thanks for letting me join! also, BRAZIL HINATA x10 and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE SUNSHINE HINATA SHOYO <333

(let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

º thank you @karasunowo for beta reading <33

[7:12 PM]

you never expected that this would be the summer that you’ll never forget—courtesy of the man whose presence charms everyone he meets.

you watch in awe when he shouts to his teammate, a tall and pretty brown-eyed brunette. from your vantage point, you watch him jump—no, fly—before he quickly slams down the ball to the sand, making it spray everywhere.

based on what your gossiping cousins discovered, his name is hinata shoyo. what’s a cute japanese guy doing all the way here in rio? you had asked them, to which they giggled and said, “apparently, he wanted to learn how to play beach volleyball.”

you still didn’t understand him, but his bright eyes and wide smiles quickly won you over. you remember how hard you laughed and amazed you were when you found out that his stay at your uncle’s hotel and resort was all expenses paid—all because he won a game against one of the rich patrons.

ever since then, you’ve been captivated by him. unbeknownst to you, you’ve caught his eye as well. if it weren’t for oikawa’s perceptiveness, hinata wouldn’t have realized that you’re the pretty girl who leaves him food, water, and electrolytes after every intense game under the hot brazilian sun.

oikawa pushes him to talk to you, teasing him about how he’s supposedly a grown man but still acts like a schoolboy with a crush. because it’s true, it’s so obvious that you both like each other.

hinata’s never been good at wooing girls, but hey, he’s older and in a different country now. initially, he was here to learn about beach volleyball, but where’s the harm in having a summer love here and there?

you set hinata��s snacks down on the table, heart beating fast with a giddy smile on your face. you’re about to hit yourself with the round silver tray you’re holding to snap yourself out of it, until you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

you gasp, whirling around until you’re finally face to face with the man himself, the man you’ve been not-so-secretly crushing on. you scrunch your nose involuntarily, hearing your cousins giggling and whispering in the distance.

hinata is as nervous as you, if not more so. he’s sweaty and shaking, shirt soaked through and hands constantly fidgeting. not only that, but his face is red like a tomato and incomprehensible words are coming out of his dry lips.

the tall brunette that’s always with him laughs loudly from behind and that seems to break hinata out of his turmoil and near-breakdown. being the one who has more grip on their bearings, you decide to put hinata out of his misery and offer him the bottle of water, accompanied by a small hi.

“t-thank y-you for doing this f-for m-me,” hinata stutters in his heavily accented voice, face so red you’re worried that he might burst. your fingers brush each other’s, making him yelp when he takes the bottle from you.

he then begins to bow repeatedly and you’re trying to stop yourself from laughing. he might dislocate his brain or something, you chuckle to yourself as you hold his arms, stopping his movements.

your cheeks instantly burn when you feel how firm his biceps are and you can’t bring yourself to feel disgusted at how sweaty he is, the warmth from him spreading through you.

hinata instantly freezes, eyes wide and going back and forth from your face to your hands. your eyes twitch when you hear your cousins’ and his friend’s loud laughter. good thing no one’s looking at this spectacle, you sigh to yourself.

you choose to look at him from head to toe instead and while he isn’t what you would call freakishly tall, his presence and aura more than makes up for what he lacks in height.

hinata finally comes back down to earth and breathes heavily through his nose, calming himself down. you slowly remove your hands, secretly missing the firmness of his biceps.

he closes his eyes and takes one swig from the bottle, nearly finishing it while breathing deeply. when he opens them, you're taken aback at the determination and hardness in his deep brown eyes, along with a hint of wonder and nervousness and you’re reminded of how he looks when the ball meets his palm.

hinata clenches the bottle in his hand, mumbling to himself as his laser eyes sear into you. you put the tray in front of your body, suddenly nervous and shy because his gaze makes you feel like he can see through your entire being.

“willyougooutwithme?” he blurts out quickly, and because his accent is heavy and the words tripped over each other, you tilt your head in confusion.

he stutters again, shaking his head and you squeak when he slaps his red cheeks with both of his hands. he says it again, calmly and more confidently this time.

“will you go out with me?” he says with all the hope in his eyes and you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, so childlike and eager but still making you feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

“shoyo, right? yes, i’d like to go out with you,” you say and he smiles, the biggest and brightest one you’ve ever seen, one worthy of rivalling the sun.

you can’t help it, you lean forward and kiss his cheek, quickly running away with the tray over your head. you stand with your cousins who are laughing and one of them say, over all the laughter, “i think you broke him...”

you raise your eyebrow, and when you look back at him, it looks like he's not breathing anymore and his soul is separated from his body. his brunette friend is in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face.

“shoyo! meet me at the hotel’s reception at eight pm later! wear something comfortable!” you shout, giggling when he breaks out of his trance and turns his orange head to your direction.

“y-yes, t-thank you!” he shouts back and you laugh at him again before going back to the hotel, so you can do your job without getting distracted by a certain tangerine man.

one date turns into two then turns into three and before you know it, you’re spending every night with hinata under the cool night sky of brazil, riding through the streets together with your trusty scooter.

everything with him feels sweet, as if you’re living in a bubble and then it gets popped when you realize, with a bittersweet feeling, that he asks you on one last date the night before he returns to japan.

all your previous getaways were spent on the streets of rio, basking in what the foreign country has to offer besides beach volleyball and scorching sun.

but this one last time, it’s spent on the balcony of hinata’s luxurious hotel room. he took the liberty of meeting you at the reception, just like you always do, taking your hand in his tanned and calloused one before leading you to the elevator.

“you look very pretty in that dress,” hinata compliments you, cheeks rosy and brown eyes shining with adoration. the dress you’re wearing is something he bought you a few nights ago at the flea market and you’ve been saving it for his last night in rio.

what he will find out soon, however, is that the dress is the only thing you’re wearing. a special parting gift for him.

“thank you, shoyo. you look very handsome tonight,” you reply, your hungry eyes raking over his tanned and freckled skin in a blue tank top, contrasting well with his orange hair. you lean forward with the intention of pecking his lips but it quickly turns into a heavy makeout session.

by lucky chance, you guys are the only occupants in the elevator and you’re so damn tempted to pull down his shorts and hike up your dress so he could thrust his cock in your pussy.

this wouldn’t be the first time both of you have gotten frisky in public spaces either. one thing you learned about him is that not only does he have boundless energy for volleyball, but also sexual and illicit activities.

every date night ends with your pussy dripping with his cum and your panties tucked into his pockets. you also found that he has a penchant for fucking you in public spaces, such as the alleys between streets and locker room for hotel employees.

who knew the idea of the risk of getting caught would turn you on so much?

“n-not here, shoyo!” you whine, quickly pushing his hands away from your thighs. if he finds out early on that you’re bare down there, well that would take the surprise away, wouldn’t it?

your other, more innocent gift to him has long since made camp on the marble floor. you quickly dropped it to the floor when the kiss became heated and handsy.

he groans into your neck, nipping away at the skin before he pulls away reluctantly and pouts like a baby. he grumbles out a small fine before he behaves, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and kissing every part of your face.

the elevator dings and you crouch to get his gift. hinata’s heart swells, having an inkling on what it’s for. he intertwines his hand with yours and exits the elevator, swaying your hands between the both of you as you walk down the hallway that leads to his room.

you stop before the white door and he kisses your nose, timidly asking you if he can cover your eyes. you laugh, nodding as you bring his hands to your eyes.

he opens the door and quickly covers your vision again, the heat of hinata’s body covering your back as he guides you inside the dimly lit room.

you hear the slight breeze and smell the sea air as you walk towards what you assume is the open glass sliding doors that lead to the balcony—a perk that comes with staying in the suite.

“tada!” hinata exclaims, removing his hands from your eyes. you blink a few times to adjust your vision and you gasp at what lays before you. the sun has long since disappeared over the horizon, leaving the stars and moon to shine in its wake.

from your view, you can see the statue of christ the redeemer and how the full moon illuminates the concrete and soapstones. now that you’re on the balcony, you can hear the waves crashing on shore along with the chatter and laughter of the people down on the beach.

the twinkling fairy lights on the railing catch your attention, and you notice a soft and fluffy black mat on the tiles. there’s a basket of food and a gift box similar to the size of the one you’re holding and you smile softly, heart warming at the thoughtfulness.

“d-do you like it?” he stutters, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous manner. you walk towards him and cup his cheek, softly kissing his lips.

“i love it, sho,” you whisper against his mouth, kissing him a few more times before you pull a dazed hinata to sit on the floor with the mat with you, removing your sandals when you’ve settled down.

you cross your legs, careful in covering your naked pussy as you place your gift beside his. you rummage through the basket, chuckling when you see strawberries and melted chocolate.

“is that too cliché?” he asks as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. you dip one strawberry into the chocolate, holding the fruit in front of his mouth.

“not at all,” you say seductively, eyes hooded as you watch him bite the strawberry. hinata almost chokes on the fruit but quickly composes himself, following your lead and slightly licking your fingers when he takes the last bite.

you gulp as his sharp and wide eyes gleam, challenging you into a game that both of you so often play during your times together. the sexual tension thickens the more you guys feed each other, only thinning when hinata reaches for his white-ribboned gift box.

“a gift...for the amazing time we spent together,” he says, voice thick with emotion as he places the box in your hands. there’s a lump in your throat and you can only nod in thanks as you untie the ribbon.

you gasp when you see a thin gold band nestled in the velvet cushion. taking it out of the box, you can see two pendants that are parallel from each other—a crow and a volleyball.

the crow is a symbol of his high school days, one of the best times of his life spent with the people that he’ll forever treasure and the volleyball, one of—if not, the most—important thing to him.

“it’s beautiful, shoyo,” you whisper in awe, caressing the jewelry. he smiles, kissing the side of your head as he takes it from you. he pats your leg and you stretch it out, your movements slow so as not to flash him and interrupt this intimate moment.

he takes your leg and places it on his lap, unclasping the band and securing it around your ankle. he locks it, then he leans down and kisses your leg, making his way up to your knee. you whine in alarm, stopping his head before he can make his discovery.

“let me give you my gift first, okay?” you say breathily, pulling his head up while he pouts at you once again. you take your gift and he eagerly accepts it, tearing through the wrapping and letting out a small wow, then a confused head tilt as he observes the pendant of the necklace.

“it's a tray...a smaller version of the one i was holding for dear life when you approached me for the first time,” you say shyly, wringing your hands together as you wait for his reaction.

he laughs then smiles at you, his amber eyes twinkling. at that moment, you’re entirely convinced that he’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen in your life, brighter than the midday brazil sun.

he gives you the necklace, abruptly turning around as he gestures for you to put it on him. you unclasp it, looping the jewelry around his neck. he holds the pendant in his fingers as you kiss the nape of his neck, making him shiver. his lips part, releasing a loud exhale.

“i’m really gonna miss you, you know?” he says, voice raspy as he turns around and faces you again. his rough hands cup your cheek as he brings his face closer to yours, hot breath mingling with yours.

“me too, shoyo,” you whisper before he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. you moan into his mouth, tasting him and the flavors of the strawberry and chocolate.

hinata takes this opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, the hot and wet muscle massaging yours as he slowly pushes you onto your back.

his thumb caresses your cheek while his other hand slides down, rubbing your thigh before going under your sundress. your sweet moans are swallowed by his mouth, your fingers tugging on his hair as you squirm from the touches of his calloused hand.

hinata groans loudly when he reaches your center, feeling warm and bare skin on his fingertips. he quickly pulls away from you, a string of spit connects your lips. eyes wide and hands shaking, he pushes the hem of the dress up to your waist.

you swear his eyes roll back at the sight of your naked and glistening pussy, as if it’s his first time seeing you laid out before him. you giggle, spreading your legs wider as you offer yourself up to him.

“no panties?” hinata states the obvious, not believing his eyes as he breathes heavily and feels his cock twitch in his shorts. you hold his wrist, guiding his thick fingers up and down your slit, biting your lip as your eyes flutter from the small jolt of pleasure.

“i think you took enough of my panties to fill a drawer, shoyo,” you say breathily, moaning while you throw your head back on the fluffy mat when his fingers play with your folds.

“besides, i know my panties are your most favorite souvenir from rio, hm?” you say seductively, rolling your hips along his hand. he growls, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

“no bra as well, i’m guessing? i can see your nipples baby, fuck,” hinata groans, his accent becoming heavier the more he gets worked up over you. he raises his body, looming over you as his brown eyes note every rise and fall of your chest.

two of his fingers hover over your pussy, inserting them slowly, making you whine and squirm at stretch. his free hand pulls down the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples to the cold sea breeze.

“s-shoyo,” you whimper, his fingers knuckle deep inside of you as they stretch your walls. he dives down and takes one hard nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking around the bud. you cry out, hands reaching for his hair as you arch your back.

hinata fumbles around for a bit before he finally gets into a rhythm that has your legs shaking. his free hand comes up and squeezes your breast before two fingers roll and twist your nipple between his fingertips.

you moan loudly, rolling your hips as you watch his arm move back and forth, cheeks flaming at the wet sounds coming from your pussy. he groans around the nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

the tingle makes you whimper in pleasure, eyes fluttering at the stimulation. cunt throbbing and the knot in your stomach tightening, your shaking hand reaches down your body, finding your neglected clit.

your fingers draw hard circles around your bud, jerking when your body feels the added stimulation. hinata’s licks and touches on your tits spur you on, and coupled with his thick fingers going in and out of you, you’re seeing stars and crying out his name in no time.

“fuck, shoyo!” you scream as you lightly pinch your clit, body trembling as your cunt squeezes his fingers, gushing all over them. he groans, sucking your nipple into his mouth harshly as he slows the pace of his fingers.

hinata pulls his wet digits out and quickly puts them in his mouth, brown eyes fluttering and cock throbbing as your taste spreads in his mouth. after licking them clean, he pulls them out and immediately pulls his tank top over his head.

he doesn’t give you any time to appreciate the planes of his muscled body and the freckled skin of his shoulders because he’s under you in a flash. his face is directly under your still gushing cunt as you look forward to the twinkling lights on the railing.

“let me eat this pussy,” he growls in his native language, bobbing his head as his tongue quickly licks two stripes along your slit before plunging the muscle in your cunt.

you cry out, falling forward and gripping the mat as you directly hover the bulge on his shorts. you decide to return the favor, pulling down his shorts and seeing his thick cock spring free.

gripping the veiny shaft in your hand, your tongue swirls around his tip, licking the pearl of pre-cum through his slit before your mouth envelopes the head.

hinata moans, hands quickly coming to squeeze your ass as his hips slightly buck into your mouth. one of the things you enjoyed about fooling around with him is that he’s not shy about making his pleasure known. you know when you’re making him feel good.

just like now, feeling the vibrations of his mouth and the strokes of his tongue in your wet walls are enough to make you bob your head and pump his shaft. your other hand fondles his balls, making him thrust his hips in your mouth again.

both of you are a mess of moans and sweat, uncaring of the volume you’re emitting as you chase your pleasures. your hips grind on his face, legs quivering as his tongue swirls and licks every crevice of your velvety walls.

hinata’s hips jerks on their own accord, making you choke and gag on his fat cock as he relishes the warm and wet heat of your mouth. your eyes are tightly shut, feeling every moan and movement of his tongue.

his grip on your ass goes to your thighs, thick fingers squeezing the flesh so hard that they’re definitely going to leave bruises. your hand tightens around his shaft, pumping it along with the bobbing of your head, saliva and slick making obscene sounds.

before you know it, you’re cumming again, cunt spasming as you gush all over hinata’s mouth, your body shaking from your second orgasm of the night. his hips jerk to a stop as you feel rather than hear him groan, cock stiffening as hot spurts of his cum shoot into your mouth.

you swallow his cum noisily, licking up and down his cock as the white liquid trails down his twitching shaft. hinata does the same, his rough hands rubbing your thighs as he slurps your juices, not wasting a damn thing.

you whine when he maneuvers your trembling body on your back once more, your head near to the glass doors leading away from the balcony.

your dress is bunched around your waist, soiled with sweat and cum. he kicks off the rest of his shorts as his sweaty body hovers over you, the pendant of the necklace you gave him dangling on your chest.

hinata rests on his elbows as he matches your heavy breathing, his mouth and chin shining with your essence. his eyes are wide and the fairy lights are making them sparkle to an amber shade, pupils blown wide from the all the eating he had done.

“i’m going to fuck you until the sun rises,” he whispers against your mouth, quickly capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, not giving a fuck that he can taste himself on your tongue.

you may not have understood what he said but with the way his hard cock twitched against your thigh, you know you’re not getting any wink of sleep tonight.

hinata straightens his body, sitting on his haunches as he grips the back of your knees and raises them until your feet are planted on the mat. he spreads your legs, baring your cunt to him as he licks his lips, watching you clench around nothing.

he fits his body between your legs, gripping your thighs and pushing them toward your chest. you wince at the stretch, your hands coming to support the back of your knees, keeping you wide and open for him.

“good girl,” he praises you, thumb reaching out and rubbing your puffy clit slowly. you whimper, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his body.

he holds his shaft with one hand, pumping it a few times before guiding it over your clenching hole. the tip of his cock teases the entrance of your pussy a few times before he slowly inserts his length.

“o-oh my god, s-shoyo!” you moan, biting your lip as his thick cock breaches past your tight muscle. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, his impressive girth will always leave you in a moaning and writhing mess.

“breathe, baby. that’s a good girl, you can take it,” he encourages you with his soothing and seductive voice, rubbing your thighs while he goes in, inch by inch. he finally bottoms out in your pussy and both of you cry out in pleasure.

“so fucking tight,” hinata moans, mumbling incoherently in japanese as he leans forward, arms on either side of your sweaty body. soft cries leave your mouth as your cunt clamps down on his throbbing cock.

hinata growls, fingers gripping the fabric of the mat as he starts to move, only the tip of his length inside of you before he thrusts back into your wet pussy.

“shoyo!” you whine when your body jolts with his heavy thrust, your hands tightening around your knees as he puts your ankles over his shoulders, the anklet he gave you dangling and shining under the dim yellow lights.

hinata leans towards you, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of your glistening hole. your mouths are barely a hair’s breadth away from each other, breaths mingling as pleasured sounds come out from both of you.

your tits bounce on your chest as he his hips thrust into you heavily and harshly. unlike his speed when you see him play volleyball, hinata fucks you at a pace that may seem like torture to others but with how hard and heavy his thrusts are, it still makes your mind crazy with all the pleasure.

“h-harder, please! i need you to fuck me harder, s-shoyo!” you beg, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he heeds your pleading, heavy balls slapping against your ass, babbling unintelligible words when his thick cock hits your sweet spot.

“yeah? you fucking love my cock, huh? when i get you drooling and moaning like a good girl?” he says directly into your ear, his voice akin to a whine as the rumble of his native language sends shivers throughout your jolting body.

hinata groans, picking up his pace when your pussy clamps down on him. his hips roll into you, the sounds of your skin slapping drowning out the music and laughter of the people down by the beach.

drool seeps from your mouth as your body moves and shakes along with his thrust, your legs trembling from his powerful and delicious thrusts. his name is the only thing falling from your mouth, eyes fluttering when he licks the saliva at the corner of your lips.

“want me to cum in this pussy? my pussy? gonna fill you up that it’s gonna drip everywhere,” he growls, thrusts becoming erratic and jerky the more his abdomen clenches from his approaching orgasm. he smirks devilishly, seeing his necklace sway over your bouncing tits as he fucks you harder and faster.

“i-i’m c-cumming, s-shoyo! oh my god—fuck!” you wail, screaming as his cock hits your sweet spot for the last time, sending you into an earth-shattering orgasm, toes curling as your body convulses and tight walls squeezing his thrusting cock.

hinata shouts your name as he cums, thrusting so hard that his cock teases the entrance of your cervix. his pulsing cock jerks and spills inside of you, coating your velvety walls with his thick and hot cum.

your ankles fall from his shoulders, jelly legs crashing on the sweaty mat as you breathe loudly, soft whimpers leaving your throat. you wince at the sticky feeling of your drenched clothing, nose scrunching cutely.

hinata laughs weakly, using the last vestiges of his strength and pulling it over your head, your naked body finally exposed to his eyes.

he groans, covering the entire expanse of your front when he drops to his elbows, resting his forward on yours, sweat dripping down his back as he kisses you languidly.

your shaking arms reach around his neck as your mouths move lazily against each other’s. your legs twitch when you feel your mixed juices leak from your pussy, sliding down to the crevice of your ass.

both of you freeze when you hear the door slam shut, footsteps crossing the room until a figure stops by the sliding door. you turn your heads to the intruder and you gasp when you recognize him—hinata’s pretty brunette friend.

“what do we have here?” he says smugly, crossing his arms against his chest as he stares at you hungrily. you’re frozen like a statue, eyes trained on him as hinata pays him no mind, cock twitching inside your pussy as he kisses along your neck.

oikawa kneels by your head, his knuckles caressing your sweaty cheek before his lilting voice purrs out a sentence that has you squirming and clenching around hinata in anticipation.

“have room for one more cock, princesa?”

[8:34 PM]

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