#haikyu hinata

[sunibao]

They’re stupid

[lunamochii]

you, me, our dreams.

cw ; thirdyear!hinata shoyo x f!reader, angst to fluff.

Dating Shoyo is like throwing yourself into a tornado, you never know what will be the next spin off of your relationship. During the last years of highschool, your relationship have gone still, his more preoccupied now on trying to make his dreams come true.

But what about finding from other people that his going abroad after finishing highschool?

"One more lap!"

The voice of your coach reach your ears even though you've gone underwater and when you finally finish your training, you got out from the pool and excuse yourself from the team. Changing back to your uniform, the note you got earlier from your locker, in which you put on the pocket of your skirt fell down

'Let's have a date! See ya afterschool, babe.'

You don't feel the usual tingling sensation, not even the butterflies in your stomach. You hurriedly put on your uniform and grab your bag, waving to your teammates you finally exited the pool area and run from there to your house. It's not that far but it really got you gasping for air once you arrive at your doorstep

A hot bath always relaxes your mind and body everytime you get home and you know that you need it now.

After taking a bath you just blow dried your hair and throw yourself at your bed, by the time you close your eyes you are once again reminded on what you've heard hours ago that you wish you'll just forget

"Oh the memories!"

You stop at your tracks when you heard some familiar voices, peeking out from where you are. You can see the faces of some of the alumni of Karasuno Voleyball Team

"I'm so excited to see Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi! Hope those four didn't stress Hitoka-chan."

"You're such a worry rat Asahi! I mean, same. I will teach Kageyama what to do with his sign once he get popular!"

The three men laugh and you can't help but admire how strong their bond is. You transferred to Karasuno during second year and that's where when the voleyball team are at the top. It also didn't help that you are at the same class of Shoyo and Kageyama, you three became friends and they always invites you over to watch some of their practice match

Although your relationship with Shoyo went from friends to lovers, his a ray of sunshine that you can't help but want to get close. It was valentines day when he surprise you with chocolates and flowers, remembering the teasing face of Tsukishima and Kageyama seeing how Shoyo almost fumble his surprise

"Though is Hinata really sure of his plans after graduation?"

It was Sawamura who spoke and it got you more curious so you went a little closer to hear more better

'Shoyo's plans after graduation?' He never told you about it

"I know. Brazil is so far away! Our lil'tangerine really grew up huh."

"Never saw it coming."

Their voices slowly fades away as you ponder your mind on what you just heard, why didn't Shoyo told you? Is that why his always busy and away? Just why?

You were brought back to your senses when your phone suddenly vibrated, you forgot that you set it to silent mode. You look at the caller and frown seeing that it's Shoyo

"Hi babe! I think you didn't see the letter I put on your locker, just trying to be romantic, heh. Anyways! I'm at the gate waiting for you."

Hearing his cheery voice makes your heart clench, not in a joyous way but the most saddest way.

"I'm sorry, I went home already."

"Eh? Then I'll go-"

"Not today, Hinata."

That's a warning the moment he heard you call him by his last name, you never call him that on a daily basis except when you're not in the mood

"Did something happen? Are you okay?"

You bit your lower lip before answering him, suppressing your emotions

"I'm fine. Bye."

The call ended and it was just the start of you slowly drifting away from Shoyo.

Morning came and you arrived at the classroom earlier than usual, you also exited the room before Shoyo can even go up and talk to you. You also manage to avoid him during lunch and recess by going with your friends. Last but not the least, you always go home earlier than usual.

2 weeks later

You were about to go home when a text from Hitoka arrive stating that she needs to tell you something, she said that you're the only class president left who hasn't know about it yet because she couldn't catch you.

Arriving at the gym, you notice that there's no people and that maybe Hitoka left since her text was sent 20 mins after you finish your training

"I'll just- *slam*"

You quickly turn around but to be only greeted by a hug, the familiar scent and warm immediately let your body be at rest. You didn't move nor pat him on the back, you only stood still and just look down even after he break away from the hug

"You're killing me, y'know that? 2 weeks without hearing your voice, feeling your warm embrace. I miss everything about you, ____."

His hand touches your face but you refuse to meet his gaze because you know that the moment you lift your face, all the strong facade you've put up will crumble

"I'm just busy. The swimming tournament is just around the corner so I've been practicing."

He knows that's a lie, Shoyo just knows. He learn from your teammates that the tournament got push back to next month and that you're pushing yourself to your limits everytime you train

"Why are you lying?"

That irk you

"I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are! The tournament is on next month and that you're just extra training trying to avoid me."

That did it, you push him away from you

"So what? Not like you care, Hinata. We're both athletes so you know how important our sports to us."

Still, you kept your head hang low. Fuck, your tears are already pooling on your eyes and you just hope that your voice won't waver for a second

"But you're important to me too! Look, I know I'm not the best boyfriend but I think about you all the time! Not being near you these past few days is torture, ____."

You scoff and Shoyo heard it loud and clear, something's wrong and it's telling him to reach out to you or else you'll really slip away from him

"Think about me? What a joke! Ever since we became third years, our relationship have gone astray. We only meet each other once a week or maybe none!"

His not understanding a word you're saying and his heart is beating so fast

"We are adults now, we can make big decision without trying to consult or tell others about it, right?"

"What are you saying?"

Shoyo lift his hand to reach out to you but

"Don't touch me!"

He got taken back at the sudden raise of your voice, he also notice how you kept fiddling with your hands

"What I'm trying to say is, let's just break up!"

"No. No, you can't just say that."

Shoyo immediately grab your shoulders but you kept on pushing him

"Let go of me, Hinata!"

"I can't do that. Please, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, just let me go!"

"Saying we break up is not nothing!"

Using all your strength you manage to push him hard and he landed on the floor, his eyes studied your actions and saw how you balled your fist and when he was about to speak up, tears drip down from your face to the floor

"I'm nothing to you! You don't think of me! Aren't you glad that I'm breaking up with you?! It will be more easier for you to just forget about me and go to Brazil, right?!"

"Where did you-"

"I'm doing you a favor so please just forget about me, think nothing of me!"

You gasp when he stood up and pulls you in for a tight hug

"Shoyo, please!"

"I'm not letting you go. Never."

"I hate you! I hate you!"

You cried on to his arm that you didn't notice your shoulder getting wet from his own tears, you two stood at the center of the gym, crying. When you calmed down and stop resisting, he pulled away enough to get a closer look of your face, he tilt your face up and capture your lips for a sweet and long kiss.

"I hate you.." you said in between kisses "I know.." and he replied but that didn't make Shoyo pull away. He broke the kiss when he felt your hands on his back, he looks at you but you averted his gaze.

Shoyo pulled you towards the stage and he lifts you up effortlessly and made you sit on the stage floor. He place his arms on each side of your body as he captures your lips for a kiss again. This time, your hands started to play on his orange locks, you feel like drowning each time he moves his lips. You hate how much grip he has on you, but what you hate the most is knowing you'll never be the same once you two part ways

"Open your mouth for me.."

"Mhm..!"

His now standing in between your thighs, one hand is place on your back while the other one is on the back of your neck. The deeper the kiss goes, the deeper you let yourself drown on to his love. When the both of you pulled away, a string of saliva appeared and you quickly cover your lips

"I planned to tell you that I'm going to Brazil the day I left the note on your locker. I guess you heard it from my teammates."

"No, not from your teammates. Didn't your seniors visited that day? I was passing by the gym when I heard them talk about it."

Shoyo hums and rest his head on the crook of your neck, his lips leaving soft feathering kiss there

"I love you, ____. I think about you all the time, every day and night. Even when I'm about to sleep, you're always on my mind. Not a day passes by where you're not included on my thoughts. I know that not telling you a little bit earlier of my plans is a bad move but it's because I'm also having trouble with it."

You softly stroke his hair and held hands with him, you miss being this close with him

"Trouble?"

"Mhm the thought of me leaving you all alone, the thought of me going somewhere where I'm away from the people I treasure, away from the person I love the most. It gives me so much pain, seeing your tears flow down from your cheeks while ago, it makes me want to back out from my own decision."

"No, I was being selfish. I want you to go after your dreams, I want you to shine more, Shoyo. I want the world to know just how good you are, I want to show the world what they're missing. Don't let my meaningless words and actions hold you back. Chase it, chase your dreams."

"But you're one of my dreams too. I want you to be at my side as I slowly reach the top. I want you near me. I want you to be there."

He cup your cheeks and kisses you lips which made you smile warmly and Shoyo couldn't help but fall even more harder

"And I will be there. I'm sorry for acting out of character. It was dumb of me."

"No, you're feelings are valid. If you were the one who did that to me, I'll have the same reaction."

You laugh softly and Shoyo kisses you once again, this time it's more full of his overflowing passion and desire for you.

"Stop pushing!"

"Fuck- I can't hear their voices."

"Guys we shouldn't be eavesdropping..."

"Tadashi is right guys!"

"The hell King! Move your ass!"

"What did you say Tsukishima?!"

"Stop it you two!"

You jolted away making you break away from the kiss and Shoyo let's out a annoyed sigh making you giggle and as soon the doors of the gym burst open and revealed Hitoka, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Kageyama.

"____, Hinata! Have you guys fix things up?"

Hitoka is the first one who spoke

"Just how long were you guys eavesdropping?" Shoyo ask

"When we heard ____ gasp for air." Kageyama answered

"What?!" You scream "Kageyama!" The setter look at his friends with annoyed expression, silently asking if what he said is wrong

"And that's why you can never have a girlfriend."

Tsukishima deadpans and that was the cue of them two bickering and you just can't help but shake your head. Shoyo squeezes your hand and you turn your head to look at him, he stole a quick kiss and press his forehead to yours

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Shoyo."

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[clawsdevour]

;*࿐hinata bf hcs

wc: 0.3k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my booty writing, not proofread

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-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love buying you trinkets he finds whenever he travels for volleyball because they reminded him of you.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to put all of his attention to make you happy when you're feeling upset. His comforting warmth always brings you to a small giggle when he does dumb things to uplift your mood.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love when you lock your fingers with his. He'd be so happy you want to hold hands and start swinging them at full force out of joy.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love surprising you with back hugs. He'd sneak up behind you on his tippy toes and arms wide up in the air trying to be discrete as possible. His cheeky grin lurking on his face before he traps you with his arms.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to literally be one of your biggest cheerleaders. He's the best at hyping you up when you lack confidence in yourself, urging you to always do your best.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to literally get so excited whenever he sees your text notification and drops his phone. He would shoot back the fastest responses and send multiple texts at a time like HEYYY WYD?? I JUST FINISHED PRACTICE WITH ATSUMU IT WAS SO FUN!!! :DD

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to be considered as your parents’ son upon meeting him. His energy is so bright and cheery, they'd also love feeding him new dishes and inviting him over for dinner. Whenever they go to his games, Hinata would always spot them with a smile and wave to acknowledge their support.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to enjoy plummeting his cock into you at a quick pace while you look back at him calling out his name, enjoying the sight and sensations he's creating.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to go on for multiple rounds due to his bunny-like, endless stamina. However he does stop when he notices you start to lose your steam and gives you a break if you want to continue.

-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to wake up earlier than you and sit beside you as he watches you wake up. Handing you a nice chilled glass of water, asking if you felt good last night.

masterlist here

[honeyscara]

❝ not a joke ❞ — Shoyo hinata

-haikyuu(spoilers!)

Synopsis: childhood friends to lovers

Cw: fem! reader x timeskip! Hinata, 18+ MDNI!!, soft sex, fingering, protected sex, hinata being a sweetheart

~4.4k words, this is part 2, { part 1 here }

Hinata snapped his gaze back up, his entire face burning like a wildfire. "I—I wasn’t looking!" he blurted, immediately making it so much worse.

You blinked up at him, lips slightly parted, cheeks tinged pink. The way you were pinned beneath him, your body warm against his, your shirt still not fixed. The air between you turned thick, charged with something different—something neither of you had ever really faced before. Your legs shifted slightly beneath him, your skin brushing his in a way that sent a full-body shiver down his spine.He should move. You should.But for some reason, both of you couldn't.

Hinata wasn't thinking.

Or maybe he was. Maybe he was thinking too much—about the way you felt beneath him, about how warm your skin was where his hands had just been, about how your shirt was still bunched up, exposing way more than it should.

And before he could stop himself, the words just fell out.

"Have you…" He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Have you done it before?"

Your entire body went still. "What?"

Hinata’s face explodednwith heat, but now that the words were out there, he couldn’t take them back. "You know… what happened in the movie earlier…"

The second realization hit you, your stomach flipped. "Shoyo." Your voice came out a little breathless, a mix of shock and something else you couldn’t quite name. "Did you just ask me if I’ve—"

"NO—! I mean, yes—I mean—I DON'T KNOW!" Hinata panicked, throwing his hands over his face and backing away. "Forget I said anything!"

But how the hell were you supposed to forget that?!

Your heart was pounding, your breath uneven as you sat up and stared at him. "Why?" You smirked slightly, despite the heat rising to your own cheeks. "You wanna know for a reason?"

Hinata choked so hard he nearly toppled off the couch. "W-WHAT?! NO! THAT’S NOT—"

You leaned in slightly, watching him unravel with way too much amusement. "Then why’d you ask?"

"I don’t know!" His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his hands. "It just— It just came out, okay?! I wasn’t thinking!"

You tilted your head, eyes glinting with mischief. "That means you were thinking about it at some point, though."

"STOP!" He whined, practically curling into himself. "Oh my god, why did I say that?!"

You laughed, but your heart was still racing. Because underneath all the teasing, the air between you felt different now.

The words slipped out before you could even think.

"Wanna do it?"

Silence.

Your heart stopped.

Your brain shut down.

Oh. Fuck.

THIS—this was not casual joking. Definitely not innocent. And the second you processed what had just come out of your mouth, your entire body locked up in horror.

You snapped your head toward Hinata, praying he hadn’t heard you—

But oh, he heard you.

His wide, amber eyes were locked onto yours, his face frozen in absolute shock. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He just sat there, staring, his mind clearly crashing.

The tension in the room skyrocketed. The air felt too thick, your own breathing unsteady.

You swallowed, your hands gripping the hem of your still-bunched-up shirt. "I—"

Hinata blinked. "Did you just—"

"NO!" you practically shouted, scrambling to fix what you just ruined. "I—I didn’t mean— That was a joke, obviously—obviously! Ha ha—*"

Hinata still wasn’t speaking.

"Shoyo, say something," you pleaded, face burning hotter than the sun.

Hinata suddenly let out the most awkward laugh you’d ever heard, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to shake off whatever this was. "Ha—haha— wow, uh… that was… something."

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. "Forget I said anything. Please. Just erase it from your memory forever."

But then—he moved closer.

Your hands dropped just in time to see Hinata leaning in, his usual nervous energy still there, but something else simmering beneath it. Something that made your breath hitch.

His voice came out lower than usual, hesitant but undeniably curious. "But… what if we do?"

Your stomach flipped.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because—what?

Your heart pounded in your ears as his amber eyes locked onto yours, studying your face like he was trying to figure something out. His usual dorky grin was nowhere to be found—only a slight, almost teasing smirk tugging at his lips. He was joking. Right? He had to be.

Right?

But if it was a joke, why did he lean in just a little more? Why was his breath so warm against your skin? Why did his fingers twitch like he wanted to reach for you?

Your heart pounded against your ribs. This was Hinata. Your childhood best friend. The same Hinata who used to challenge you to ridiculous races, who laughed until he cried over the dumbest things, who once fell out of a tree trying to impress you.

Now he was looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time. Like he wanted to hear your answer.

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt. Your heart was practically hammering against your chest, your pulse roaring in your ears.

And then—without even thinking—

You nodded.

Hinata’s breath hitched. His eyes widened just slightly, amber flickering with something undeniably different.

Neither of you spoke. The weight of your answer settled between you, thick and heavy, making the air practically hum with something unspoken.

Hinata shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for just a second too long.

"You’re serious?" His voice was barely above a whisper. You exhaled shakily, unsure if you could even trust your own voice. But you managed the tiniest nod.

Hinata didn’t move for a moment, just staring at you, his lips parting slightly like he was trying to process what the hell was happening right now.

And then—

He leaned in.Hinata hesitated for just a second, his breath warm against your skin, his lips so close yet not quite touching. It was like he was giving you a chance to pull away, to take back your silent answer.

But you didn’t.

And that was all he needed. His lips brushed against yours—soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But the second he felt you respond, a quiet exhale escaping you, something in him shifted.

His hand found your waist, warm and a little unsure, but steady enough to make your stomach tighten. His other hand hovered near your cheek, not quite touching but so close it sent a shiver down your spine.

This was Hinata. Your best friend. The boy who had been by your side for years.

And now he was kissing you.

A quiet, surprised hum slipped from your lips, and that sound alone seemed to undo him. His grip on your waist tightened just slightly, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss—still gentle, still careful, but undeniably real.

It wasn’t just a joke anymore. It wasn’t teasing.

It was happening. You tugged onto his hair as he as he deepened the kiss, going lower to your jaw and neck.

His fingers trailed across your back and shoulders before reaching into your hair again, tangling their way through your locks while his tongue teased along your collarbone.

You couldn’t help the soft noise that escaped your lips, and the second Hinata heard it, a quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest. His face hovered just above yours, amber eyes dark with something unreadable.

"Sho…" you breathed, your fingers tightening slightly against his shirt.

"Yeah?" His voice was low, a little breathless, as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His expression softened, concern flickering behind the heat in his eyes, always wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You hesitated for just a second before lowering your gaze, suddenly feeling so much shyer than before. "Can we… go to the bedroom instead?"

Hinata blinked, his lips parting in surprise. But then, as your words fully registered, a slow, almost mischievous smile tugged at his lips.

"Yeah," he murmured, nodding before standing up—only to suddenly scoop you up into his arms like you weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp left your lips as your feet left the ground, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "H-Hinata!"

"What?" He grinned down at you, eyes twinkling. "Gotta put all this muscle to good use, right?" Your heart flipped in your chest.

He carried you effortlessly into the room, his grip warm and secure as if he never wanted to let go. And when he finally set you down on the bed, he did it so gently, as if you were something precious—something he wanted to take his time with.

You barely had a moment to process the warmth creeping up your neck before he reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. Your breath caught as you stared.

Hinata tossed his shirt aside and leaned over you, bracing himself on his arms. His toned chest, the sharp lines of muscle carved into his stomach, the definition in his arms—when the hell had he gotten so built?!

"What happened to that tiny little guy I used to know?" you teased, though your voice came out just slightly breathless.

Hinata smirked, his face lowering until his nose brushed against yours. "Guess I had a growth spurt."

His lips hovered just above yours again, his breath fanning against your skin.

"Want me to show you just how much I’ve grown?"Hinata’s smirk deepened at your flustered expression, and before you could even think of a response, he moved.

Slowly, deliberately, he dipped his head down, his lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your jaw. A sharp inhale slipped from your lips, your fingers curling into the sheets as he trailed lower, so achingly slow it sent shivers down your spine.

Then—a kiss. Right at the base of your neck. Soft. Testing.

And then another.

Hinata exhaled against your skin, his breath warm, his lips pressing more firmly this time. A soft hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he felt you tense beneath him.

"Sho—" You bit your lip, your hands twitching, unsure where to place them as he continued his path downward.

Then, he sucked.

A startled gasp escaped you as his lips latched onto your neck, his teeth barely scraping against your skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. His hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as he worked another mark just a little lower.

He wasn't stopping.

Another kiss. Another slow, teasing graze of his teeth. Another deep, lingering press of his lips, leaving behind warmth and a faint sting.

Your head tipped back, your breath uneven. "Hinata…"

He hummed against your skin, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "You called me Sho earlier," he murmured, pressing another kiss just below your ear. "I think I like that better."*

Hinata’s fingers ghosted beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch featherlight yet searing against your skin. Slowly, deliberately, his hand slid higher, tracing the curve of your waist before stopping just below your breasts.

Your breath hitched, your body tensing ever so slightly. He hesitated, amber eyes flickering up to meet yours, searching—asking a silent question.

You swallowed, your pulse pounding in your ears, and after a moment, you gave a slow, tentative nod. Something in his gaze darkened, but his lips curved into the softest, most reassuring smile.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice warm, steady.

Then, with aching slowness, he pushed your shirt higher, his fingers skimming over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He took his time, almost as if savoring the moment, before finally slipping the fabric over your head and tossing it aside.

Hinata’s breath caught. This was his first time seeing you like this.

His gaze roamed over you, admiration flickering across his face—like he wasn’t sure whether to blush, stare, or touch.

"Wow," he whispered, more to himself than to you. And just like that, the heat in your cheeks spread all throughout your body.

"Sho… I’m nervous," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Instinctively, your hands moved to cover your bare chest, a flush creeping up your neck.

Hinata’s gaze softened as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek before cupping your face gently. "Hey," he murmured, his thumbs stroking soothing circles against your skin. "You’re beautiful. Inside and out."

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

Before you could even process the warmth pooling in your stomach, he leaned in, pressing soft, open mouth kisses along your jaw, trailing lower—down the column of your neck, across your collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Your breath hitched when he dipped even lower, his hands tracing along your sides before his fingers grazed your sensitive nubs. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips.

Hinata paused, his warm breath fanning against your skin. "Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?" he murmured, his voice low, almost hesitant.

And then—an experimental flick of his tongue.

A sharp inhale. Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you as a quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.

Hinata stilled for a moment, watching your reaction with something unreadable in his gaze, before he smiled.

"Guess I’m doing something right," he teased, his voice husky, before leaning in again.

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to respond—to say anything—but any words you had were lost when he dipped his head again, sucking teasingly as his other hand simultaneously twisted your sensitive nubs between his thumb and index finger.

"Nnnm!" you moaned, your whole body tensing as his tongue glided over your sensitive flesh as his fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts. Your head fell back, your nails digging into his shoulders as another shudder rolled through your body. When he looked up at you, his eyes held something softer now.

"You okay?" he asked, searching your face as be slipped one hand in your shorts.

You swallowed, your fingers reaching up to thread through his messy orange locks. "Yeah," you breathed, your heart hammering as he trailed against your heat while maintaning eye contact with you. "You’re being really sweet, you know that?"

Hinata chuckled,"Well… it’s you," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Of course I want to take my time and make sure your okay."

Hinata’s words sent a whole new kind of warmth rushing through you—one that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way he was looking at you. Like you were something precious. Like he wanted to memorize every single detail.

"aah–" a whimper escaped your lips as he slipped a finger inside. The sound and the sight made hinata groan as he felt his own dick twitch in his pants. fuck

He slowly slipped off your shorts while pumping his index finger in and out of you, trying not to rush things because fuck, he wanted you to have the most pleasure since he knew this was your first time. But god –dammit—his cock was getting harder by the second as he watched you squirm underneath him. The slight hitch in your breathing, the way your body trembled in his hands.

"mmhm shoyo.." Hinata bit his lip, his breath hitching at the soft, unfiltered sound that slipped from your lips. His grip on your thigh tightened as he increased his pace.

Your fingers curled into the bedsheets as his finger pumped in and out, one hand slipping higher along your side, grazing over your chest in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

Then, just when you were about to come undone, he suddenly stopped.A whimper of protest left your lips before—

A sharp gasp.

Hinata pressed two fingers against your sensitive bud, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. Your back arched off the bed, head tilting back as a strangled moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice husky, filled with something that made your skin burn. "I could do this all night."

~

Hinata hovered above you, his gaze searching yours, his breath slightly unsteady. His fingers traced soothing circles against your skin, as if grounding both of you in the moment.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked as he positioned himself, his voice softer now, tinged with both anticipation and concern.

You held his gaze, taking him in—the flushed cheeks, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the warmth in his eyes that made your heart stutter.

Then, slowly, you nodded. "I want this," you murmured, voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.

A breath you hadn’t realized he was holding escaped him, and his lips curled into the faintest, almost relieved smile. "Me too," he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against yours—soft, lingering, like he wanted to savor the moment.

"But wait a min—" Hinata scrambled off the bed, ruffling through his nightstand drawer with frantic determination. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching with a mix of amusement and curiosity as he dug through the clutter—receipts, old keychains, a half-empty pack of gum—before his fingers finally curled around a small foil packet.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Wait…" You sat up, pointing at the item in his hand. "You actually have one?"

Hinata turned to you, looking almost too proud of himself. "Of course I do!" he said, puffing out his chest slightly. "Gotta be prepared, right?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. "Uh-huh. And just when exactly were you planning to use it, Mr. Innocent?"

His confident facade instantly crumbled. "Wha—no! It’s not like that!" His face turned a deep shade of red as he waved the packet around defensively. "I just… I mean—it's been in there for a while! I didn’t even know I still had it!"

You raised a skeptical brow, lips twitching. "So you're telling me you've been hoarding a condom like some kind of secret treasure?"

"I- wasn’t hoarding it!" Hinata groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before shooting you a playful glare. "Are we really gonna have this conversation right now?"

You giggled, shaking your head. "I just never thought my best friend was so...prepared. "

Hinata huffed, throwing himself back onto the bed beside you. "Yeah, well," he muttered, shooting you a side glance, "you never thought we'd be here either, huh?"

Your breath caught, heart skipping a beat at the weight of his words. He wasn’t wrong. Hinata sat up, still slightly flustered but determined as he held the small packet between his fingers. You watched as he brought it to his mouth, gripping the edge with his teeth before tearing it open with an effortless pull.

Your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

Hinata glanced at you, amusement flickering in his gaze as he tossed the wrapper aside. "What?" he asked, voice laced with playful confidence.

You blinked at him. "Nothing…" You paused before raising a brow. "Just didn’t expect you to look so—" You waved a hand vaguely, searching for the right word. "…experienced."

His cheeks tinted pink, but he smirked anyway. "Told you I’m prepared," he teased.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah… just get over here, ‘Mr. Prepared.’"

Hinata grinned, placing himself before your legs again, slipping the latex over his throbbing dick. "gladly" before he pushed in slowly, letting you get comfortable first.

You leaned your head back against the pillows, relaxing your jaw and eyes closing as he gently thrust forward—slow, deep

~

The next day you woke up to the feeling of something lightly brushing your face. Your eyes fluttered open to find hinata already awake.

"sorry, did I wake you up? you can sleep more if you want" he said caressing your cheek.

"hmm..give me a few minutes" you hummed in response.

Hinata let out a soft chuckle as you burrowed closer, your warmth seeping into him like the morning sun filtering through the curtains. "Take all the time you need," he murmured.

Hinata’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your back, his touch featherlight against your bare skin. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the sheets tangled around you both, a quiet reminder of everything that had happened last night.

Your face heated at the thought, and you instinctively curled closer, hiding in the crook of his neck. He let out a soft chuckle, his chest vibrating beneath you.

"Shy now, huh?" he teased, his voice still raspy from sleep. "You weren’t like this last night."

Your fingers twitched against his skin, and you groaned, lightly smacking his shoulder. "Don’t remind me."

"Why not?" He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. "I think it was kinda cute how you—"

"Sho!" You cut him off, reaching up to cover his mouth with your hand, your cheeks burning.

Hinata laughed against your palm before gently pulling your hand away, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop," he said, though the smirk on his lips told you otherwise.

As you lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of the morning, you hesitated for a moment before finally whispering, "This was my first time, you know…"

Hinata’s hold on you tightened slightly as he looked down, his expression softening. "Yeah?" he murmured, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

You nodded, feeling the heat rise to your face. "And I’m glad it was you."

His eyes widened slightly before a warm, boyish grin stretched across his face. "That’s kinda unfair," he said, voice laced with fondness.

You blinked. "Huh?"

"You keep saying cute things and expect me to just stay normal?" He chuckled, pulling you closer as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Now I feel even luckier."

Your heart swelled at his words, but curiosity got the best of you. "Wait… what about you?" You hesitated. "Did you, um, y’know… with someone in Brazil?"

Hinata paused for a moment, blinking at you. Then, just as you were about to clarify, a sly smirk crept onto his face.

"Mmm… maybe," he hummed, stretching lazily. "There were a lot of pretty girls over there, you know…"

Your face immediately scrunched up, and without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow and whacked him with it. "You idiot!"*

"Ow—hey!" He laughed, shielding himself as you rained soft blows down on him. "I was kidding! I was kidding!"

You huffed, arms crossed, glaring at him. "Not funny."

"It was a little funny," he grinned, reaching for your wrists to stop your assault. "And for the record," he pulled you closer, his expression turning sincere, "you were my first too."

Your frustration faded as your eyes met his, warmth bubbling in your chest again. "Really?"

Just as you were about to relax again, he smirked. "And, well… you’re about to be my second time too."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Then you noticed the way his gaze darkened, a familiar heat behind his eyes as they trailed lower. That same look from last night—mischievous, wanting, hungry.

And that’s when it hit you.

In the middle of your little pillow fight, you had completely forgotten you were only wearing his unbuttoned shirt. And now that you were sitting up straight… you were practically on full display for him. Hinata swallowed hard, his shameless gaze lingering.

"Stop staring, you perv!" you yelped, grabbing the pillow again in a weak attempt to shield yourself.

But Hinata only laughed, effortlessly plucking the pillow from your grasp and tossing it aside. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, shifting closer, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap. "You’re literally sitting here, wearing nothing but my shirt, and you expect me to just—" He exhaled, resting his forehead against yours. "..not want you all over again?"

Your breath hitched.

Hinata’s hands moved up, fingers tracing light circles against your back, sending tiny sparks up your spine. You gulped, suddenly very aware of how close you were—his bare chest pressed against yours, his breath fanning against your lips, the way his grip on you tightened just slightly.

"Sho…" You whispered, your heart pounding in your ears.

He hummed in response, his hands sliding lower, squeezing your waist gently. "We don’t have to, y’know," he said, voice softer this time. "I just… really like being close to you."

Your fingers curled against his shoulders. "I… I like it too," you admitted, cheeks warm.

Hinata grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before murmuring against your skin, "Then let me hold you a little longer."

And just like that, you melted into him, letting yourself fall into the warmth of his embrace.

[kuniipi]

last post of the year 🍃🎐

[auragasmics]

PANTY THIEF HINATA!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ cw! college roomates, drabble + headcanon format, panty stealing, male masturbation, pillow humping, scent kink, oral (m -> f), p in v

PANTY THIEF HINATA!who began his perverted collection on a whim. It started off with a kind gesture, offering to clean your room while the stress of finals took its toll on your pretty mind.

Yet, once he tackled the pile of discarded clothing, his pure eyes were tainted by the holy sight. He picks up the lacy black thong, examining the foreign object with confusion. 

He couldn’t believe that something so thin and frail could fit along those luscious curves of yours. Curiosity got the best of him, inching the fabric towards his nose.

All it took was that sinful sniff, sending the pangs of arousal to force his cock away. His hand immediately palmed at his erection, his nose buried inside his fist. Was it even allowed for someone to smell this…intoxicating? He knew it was wrong but what was one missing pair to the abundance tucked away in your drawer?

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who absolutely died at your scent. It captivated him, bringing him back to that fateful day. He kept the same pair hidden beneath his pillow, stuffing his nose into the heaven he created.

However, as the rich scent of your essence reached its limit, Hinata knew he had to retrieve yet another pair, doing whatever he could to enter the private walls of your room.

One turned into two, two into four, and four into twelve. He prayed to all the gods you wouldn't notice, but he needed to have them at his disposal, swearing that his daily woes would be forgotten once your scent settled upon his senses. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who begs to accompany you during those panty sales he sees all over television. You had no clue as to what piqued his sudden interest but paid it no mind, writing it off as another one of Hinata’s mindless crazes.

You observed the man as he strolled around the store, picking certain pairs that appease his tastes. From silky hipsters, floral boyshorts, and racy thongs, Hinata collected all he could get his hands on, his imagination tinted with the lewd images of you wearing every. single. pair.

When he gets home, he’s already planning which pair to add to his collection. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who blushes with the prettiest pinks when he’s finally caught. Not to mention it’s in the most embarrassing position.

With the droplets of sweat adorning his hitching chest, he was hunched over a pillow he folded in half, his flushed cock snuggled between the plush mound. His hazel hues shoot wide apart at the sight of you, standing in the doorway of his room with folded arms and a tight lipped frown.

He could’ve gotten away with it, god could he, Yet bundled within his fist was his latest steal, the citrine hipster you purchased recently. He was prepared for the shouts, anger, and even a slap if it called for it.

What Hinata hadn’t prepared for was your initial reaction, a bubbly giggle of sorts. When you finally stood at his bedside with a single finger hooked around the loop of your jeans, Hinata knew his cards would be played in his favor. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who almost burst into tears, his face buried between the supple plush of your thighs. Hearing you offer yourself for his indulgence nearly had him drooling, watching as you stripped down to nothing.

Hell, sloppy wasn’t even the word to describe his excitement, his swollen lips trained to your clit, not giving himself a moment to breathe. With each flick of his tongue, he grinned at how the tender bud perked beneath his touch.

The whites of his eyes hid behind the lids of his eyes, Hinata’s poor mind ascending with every passing second. You whined at the sensation, having Hinata's tongue drag along the delicate sheets of your folds.

You knew of his attraction towards you, the innocent boy breaking into a fierce rouge whenever a smile curled onto lips. But with how he buried himself, the poor boy’s desperation wasn’t shy from apparent. 

PANTY THIEF HINATA! who knew his salacious acts would come to an end as his cock plunged into the warmth of your walls. He couldn’t dare to look away, studying every one of your moves. From straddling his lap, your nails digging crescent curves along the broads of his shoulders, even to seething at your entrance enticing the thickened head through.

Enveloping him in the viscid hold, he threw his head back, writhing himself into a pit of disbelief. Just before your hips could begin to rise, the pad of your thumb swept past his spit-ridden lips, leaving with a final word of advice.

“Next time you want me, Sho…just ask and I’m all yours.”

[hanpotpot23]

speaking of ninjas! ninja shoyooooo oo o o o

[starlit-bun]

day 2 of my daily valentines art! bit off more than i could chew with the background so like...dont look into it too deeply teehee...

as always click on image for better quality, etc etc

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5

[amriedrws]

we should stick together

[arthass24]

Haikyu (Hinata Shoyo)

[satantica]

the last part, guys!!

haikyu boys ask you to be their valentine - pt.5

characters: sawamura daichi, kentaro kyotani, hinata shoyo

cw: the reader and the characters are NOT in a relationship yet

[sunibao]

He wants that cookie

[lunamochii]

you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

[clawsdevour]

treasure map

wc: 2.1k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, hinata x reader, hc that hinata loves tanlines, face fuck, smut, fingering, kitchen sex, not proofread

𓂂 ْ メ𓈒༷

Back from your afternoon swim, you are completely red and throbbing due to the radiating sun that resonated throughout your entire body. Laying back down on your dry and somewhat gritty towel due to the sand, you rested momentarily before taking off to get back home for lunch.

Kicking off your sandals, rushing to get to the shower to get rid of the sticky and salty sea water from your pinkish skin. Your husband, Hinata Shoyo, is surprisingly home early from his beach volleyball practice with his team. His head turned from the kitchen counter upon your entrance seeing how burnt your skin became from one afternoon swimming session.

The nice cool shower made your skin immediately feel relieved as it felt like the throbbing pain was sizzled off despite your new appearance. Doing your usual everything shower routine to feel clean once more before hopping out with a towel covering your entire being. Hair slicked back, damp with the fresh cold water. You steadily open the glass door and step out, gripping onto the bathroom floormat in case you slip. 

Looking up from your toes, you see yourself staring back at you in the reflection. However, like mentioned, very sunburnt and still visibly red. Your untouched parts of your skin as you lowered your towel to use for your hair, showed you your protected areas of skin due to the straps of your bathing suit. The heat radiating, making you start to sweat the moment you settled down.

Quickly you started to dry your hair the best you could with the slightly already damp towel and throw on your clothes to get ready for your lunch with Hinata. Your wet hair was left to airdry while you put your towel back on the hook before heading out of the bathroom.

Walking out, the ginger’s eyes are lingering at your wet hair straight out of the shower. And lower, to your shoulders that showed him the lines left from your afternoon swim that was barely covered by your tank top.

“You’re burnt babe, how long did you swim?” Hinata’s beady eyes bore into you whilst heading towards you to check on the condition of your flesh. His fingertips rubbing gentle small circles on your nonburnt areas.

“Not that long.. it’ll be fine in a few days. Now let’s get some lunch Shoyo, I’m starving” locking your arm around his to lead him to the front door for some delicious food you was boutta devour the moment it’s set on your tablle.

Almost two days pass by, your red blistering skin starting to turn into a rich bronzy tan. You’ve noticed recently how Hinata’s been eyeing you more, making you wonder if something’s up. The tanlines grew more noticeable. That’s what drew him closer to you. It’s like looking for treasure with a treasure map to guide his imagination.

That night while you were cooking up a supper for the two of you, he couldn't help but stare at the tanline that rises upon your hips from your lowrise booty shorts that covered barely anything. Hinata’s shakey hands come out of nowhere to hug you from behind. If he can’t see what drew him to you, then he wouldn’t need to resist. Or so he thought. A large hand slithered its way up your top, cupping your right breast while catching you in surprise.

“You’re funny Shoyo. Food’s almost done, I know you’re hungry.” Of course you think this is his regular little tauntings whenever he sees you standing there cooking dinner and just looking all cute for him with those short shorts. You had no idea it was your bright tanlines that kept him on his toes for the past few days.

“Yeah, but I’m not hungry for food..” a hot breath tickles the crook of your ear, his increasing erection is slightly pressed against the crevice of your ass. You’re caught in a gasp before turning off the stove and putting on the lid. Playfully exchanging a snarky smirk with him.

His lips make its way to yours, starting off softly to passionately making his way into your mouth to explore everything you had in store for him. Turning around to face him, his hands are on your waist, sliding down to fondle your ass as if he was kneading dough. 

Pausing a moment to catch your breath, eyes staring directly into each other. Hot and steamy breaths were exchanged between you two before you wrapped your arms around his muscular neck. Jumping into his arms, you continue to pepper his face with your gentle kisses while he’s carrying you up onto the cold kitchen counter. Hinata couldn’t care less about where he fucked you numb, as long as he’s able to explore where that tanline led him to.

The moment he laid you on your back was when he completely tore off your shorts and threw it behind him, leaving you a bit shook even though it barely covered your ass anyway. While you closed your knees shut from humiliation, he parted them open like the red sea for all his eyes to gawk on.

“Ha.. you embarrassed?” a snicker appearing on his face while he huffed in excitement. His fingers reach to circle your clit, pussy already glistening from all the intimate kissing. His eyes are taking in the scene of your attractive swimsuit tanline that marked down where your leaking pussy was, dick pressing against his pants more than ever.

Stripping off your remaining top, your bright nipples perk up due to the chilled air in your house. Hinata’s scanning every inch of your body in satisfaction, increasing the speed in his fingers to stimulate you further before putting a digit in hearing you moan the moment he pressed a centimeter in. 

Your moans were as sweet as honey that resonated in his ears. He loves knowing how good he’s able to make you feel. He’s continuously going down knuckle deep into your gaping hole that yearned for more. Adding in another finger for your pleasure, he’s going ham while watching your expressions twist for only his eyes to watch.

“Kiss me Shoyo..” arms up to reach for him, to which he obliged. He’s plummeting two fingers into your sopping wet cunt, each thrust a little more powerful than the previous. Moaning into the kiss due to the pleasure, Hinata can’t take it anymore. The built up tent in his pants was so frustrating he could tear off his shorts that instant.

He’s pulling away, leaving you whining for more of his touch. Fingers out of you as well to hastily take off his t-shirt, showing you his rippling complexion from the extensive beach volleyball training. His broad shoulders also showing a tanline from his usual sports tank tops. His fingers reach for his waist band until you stopped him with your hands. 

“Let me do it too, I can’t have you doing all the work” pouting in annoyance, his hands move to his sides in approval while you pull his shorts down. His erection was standing nice and tall all whilst staring back at you, leaving your mouth salivating.

Your lips hover over his angry tip, licking off the precum while he lets out a small whimper of satisfaction from the foreign sensation your tongue created. His cute reactions make you feel delighted as you started to go down on his length, watching him try to resist. The warm and wet feeling floods him all over, breathing quivering from all the stimulation. Ginger locks of hair tilted back to take in all of the pleasure you’re giving him.

You’re going at your own pace, squelching noises and groans were made. Until you felt his fingers grip onto your head, helping you articulate to further satisfy him. Hinata was so close, but had to endure cumming before you did.

Tears started to form in your eyes whenever his tip hit the back of your throat, essentially leaving a bruise left to be healed. Your delicate fingers have a deafening grip on his hips while he starts to thrust into your mouth, making you lose all control. 

Biting into his lower lip, he’s slowing down his thrusts until he pulls out. Clear but foamy strings followed his dick while he created heated distance between you two. Your eyes are groggy with tears, trying to recover after his rough face fucking that you know you both enjoyed. 

“You look so pretty like this.” Hinata’s caressing your cheeks, wiping the tears off your flushed red face. He’s helping you up before sitting you down on the kitchen counter again.

Spreading your legs open for him, you urge him to enter. You couldn’t wait any longer. Slick collected upon his entrance, you squint your eyes feeling him attempt to slide in. Your walls having to adjust to his girth, stretching it to mold his cock like your pussy was his.

When Hinata’s all situated inside you, he’s gradually thrusting while increasing his speed. Soon the loud skin on skin slapping noises began. His fingers are tracing over the tanlines on your shoulder, lips kissing the surface of your bronze skin.

“So good Shoyo..!” praising him while your plush walls clamp tight on his delicious size, hands trying to grab onto the edge of the counter with each deep plunge. His poundings weren’t just fast paced, but they grew deeper within each thrust, trying to explore your insides like a cave.

He was out of his mind, as if he was drunk off your pussy. The super visible tanlines drew him into a perverted frenzy trying to see what it’d look like without your clothes teasing him. He couldn’t help himself, nor his painful erection that grew more with the thought of you just getting undressed. The sight of your tan skin, divided by your regular skin tone like you had on your swimsuit was such an erotic sight he had in mind. Fucking you like this drove him absolutely crazy.

When he found your sweet spot, it was over for you. The moment his tip pressed against it in discovery was when Hinata started to thrust into it with all of his remaining might. You became a moaning mess while it echoed off your kitchen walls, legs starting to squirm around his broad and muscular figure. The heat pooling up at the pits of your stomach, soon to erupt like a volcano when it was at its peak.

“M’gonna c-cum..” you panted out between tired and high pitched whimpers. Your half lidded gaze ended up with your eyes being rolled back when it happened, seeing white.

You came so hard it was as if you started to see sparks of the hot molten lava fly in the air whenever a volcano would erupt. Hinata’s slowing down his pace after you’ve creamed all over his cock, a white rim of froth forming on the base of his girth. His fingers latch onto your nipple, flicking it around to tease you, testing if you’re able to go for another round. 

“We’re not done yet. I need to cum too.” His golden brown eyes watching you with a big smirk plastered on his lips. 

Moving his fingers lower, he’s back to playing with your swollen clit once again. Small and sensational circles was the way to go. You’re twitching with every slow but gaping thrust he’s continuously plunging into you, creating that build up that was able to match with his stamina.

He’s been holding back for so long, but he wants to keep going so bad. 

Unfortunately he’s peaked his high. Whipping it out right before he was about to cum inside, but he wouldn’t let that happen without your decision. His cock glistening from your juices, spraying its gooey white strips onto your tanlines, coating you in his essence. You’re watching him stroke his cock further while he’s emptying his load onto you, head tilted groaning out in contentness. You’re sprawled out on the couch yearning for the cold air to hit your face.

Despite you being all covered in his own cum, Hinata’s not afraid to let his body collapse on you even for a brief moment. Essentially, somewhat giving you an intimate hug with all his left over power he was able to muster. His fluffy ginger hair in the crook of your neck, peering up at you. His sleepy brown eyes make contact with yours while he’s mumbling into your neck.

“Have to explore every inch of you next time.”

masterlist here

[honeyscara]

❝not a joke ❞ — Shoyo Hinata

-haikyu{manga spoilers}

Synopsis: childhood besties to lovers, hinata is finally back from Brazil and things take a turn when he's back.

C/w: fem! reader x timeskip!hinata, no smut in this part but it's suggestive

~4.2k words, this is part 1 { part 2 here}

You fidgeted with the hem of your sweater as you stood near the arrival gates, your heart pounding in anticipation. It had been two years since you last saw Hinata. Two years since he had left for Brazil, chasing his dream. You had kept in touch—video calls, texts, the occasional voice note—but nothing could compare to seeing him in person again.

Then, finally, you spotted him.

The moment he stepped through the gates, your breath hitched.

This wasn’t the same scrawny, hyperactive boy who used to race you to the convenience store or challenge you to impromptu volleyball matches at the park. No, this Hinata was different. He stood taller, broader, his frame filled out with muscle in a way that made your stomach flip. His tanned skin, sharp jawline, and confident stride made it clear—Brazil had changed him.And damn, he looked good.

Your legs moved before your brain could catch up. "sho!"

His head snapped up, and the second his eyes landed on you, his entire face lit up. "___!"

In an instant, you crashed into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as his strong ones curled around your waist. He lifted you off the ground effortlessly, spinning you once before setting you down, his laughter ringing in your ears.

"You're real," you mumbled into his shoulder, squeezing him tight. "You're actually here."

Hinata pulled back just enough to look at you, his wide grin never faltering. "Of course I’m here! Did you think I was some clone?" He laughed, the sound warm and familiar, and you felt a lump form in your throat.

You smacked his arm playfully. "Shut up, you know what I mean."

Hinata chuckled, his grip on you tightening for a moment before he finally pulled back just enough to look at you. His bright eyes searched your face, as if making sure you were real too.

"And you haven’t changed at all!" he teased, ruffling your hair like he used to, though there was something softer in the way he did it now—more affectionate than playful.

You swatted his hand away with a pout. "Speak for yourself! What happened to the little tangerine I used to know?"

Hinata grinned, flexing his arm exaggeratedly. "Turns out playing beach volleyball in the sun every day does wonders!"

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, big shot. Let’s go—your mom’s been texting me every five minutes asking if you’re here yet."

His eyes widened. "Oh, crap. She’s gonna kill me if I don’t call her right now."

With a laugh, you grabbed his wrist and started dragging him toward the exit. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a jolt through you, a reminder that he was really back. No more time differences, no more lagging video calls. Just him. Here. Now.

As you walked side by side, Hinata glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I missed you."

Your steps faltered slightly before you caught yourself. The words were simple, but the way he said them—soft, sincere—made your heart stutter.

You swallowed, pushing away the sudden rush of emotions. "Yeah, me too, Sho."

~

The next day came quicker than you expected, and as you got ready, a strange mix of excitement and nervousness settled in your chest. It shouldn’t have felt like a big deal��you were just taking Hinata out for the meal you’d promised. But something about it felt… different. Maybe it was because you weren’t kids anymore. You had both grown, matured, changed. And though Hinata was still his usual energetic self, there was a newfound confidence in him that made your stomach flip.

You smoothed down the floral dress you’d picked out—simple, cute, just short enough to feel a little daring but not too revealing. With one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your bag just as the doorbell rang.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

And Hinata froze.

His brain seemed to short-circuit for a second as he took you in, eyes widening slightly before he quickly cleared his throat.

"You…" He blinked rapidly, trying to shake off whatever had just come over him. "You look—uh—wow."

You raised an amused brow. "Wow?"

A faint flush crept up his tanned cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean—you look really nice! Like, really, really nice."

Your lips curled into a teasing smile. "Thanks, Sho."

And just like that, his usual grin returned, though his heart still hammered in his chest as he stepped aside for you. What the hell was that? You’d always been pretty, but for some reason, tonight, seeing you like this, it felt like his heart might actually leap out of his chest.

~

The restaurant you picked was a cozy little spot, nothing too fancy but perfect for catching up. The two of you settled into a booth, ordering your food while slipping easily into conversation. Hinata had endless stories about Brazil—the intense training, the beautiful beaches, the culture, the food. His eyes practically sparkled as he talked, his excitement infectious.

At some point, between bites of your meal, the topic of dating came up.

"So," you leaned back, stirring your drink with your straw. "Did you see any hot girls in Brazil? You know, sitting on the benches watching you play?"

Hinata smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh yeah, plenty."

You hadn’t expected your stomach to twist at his response, but it did. You forced a laugh, taking a sip of your drink to mask the unexpected pang of disappointment. "Wow, look at you. Living the dream, huh?"

He grinned but didn’t say anything right away, just watching you with a knowing look. Then, after a beat, he leaned forward on his elbows. "I was just teasing, you know."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Hinata chuckled, shaking his head. "You looked kinda sad for a second."

You quickly waved him off. "Pfft, no way. I was just surprised, that’s all."

He didn’t seem convinced, but he let it slide. Instead, he tilted his head, curiosity dancing in his expression. "What about you? Did you like anyone while I was gone?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Please. No guys would go for me."

Hinata frowned. "What? That’s not true."

You gave a half-hearted shrug. "It’s fine, really. I mean, I guess I just wasn’t anyone’s type. Maybe I should start carrying a sign that says desperate and available might speed up the process." You laughed at your own joke, but Hinata didn’t.

Instead, his brows furrowed, and he leaned in just slightly, voice softer now. "You know, if any guy didn’t see how amazing you are, that’s their loss."

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around your glass.

He said it so naturally, like it was just a fact. Like it wasn’t something that made your heart stutter in your chest.

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. The way Hinata looked at you—earnest, unwavering—made your usual ability to deflect and joke disappear. You swallowed, breaking eye contact as you toyed with the rim of your glass.

"Well," you said, forcing a chuckle to lighten the mood, "good thing I have you to boost my ego."

Hinata huffed, shaking his head. "I’m serious." His voice was firmer this time. "You’re funny, kind, and you’ve always been there for me. I don’t get why some guy hasn’t already swept you off your feet."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. He said it so casually, like it was obvious. Like it wasn’t making your chest tighten in a way that felt dangerous.

You tried to brush it off with another laugh. "Guess I’m just too intimidating."

Hinata snorted. "Yeah, right." Then, after a beat, he grinned. "Maybe guys just think they don’t have a chance with you."

That caught you off guard. "What?"

He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "I mean, think about it. You’re cool, you’re cute—maybe they’re just scared to confess."

Your breath hitched. Did he just—?

Before you could even process it, Hinata stretched his arms over his head, completely unaware of the effect his words had on you. "Anyway! Doesn’t matter. If they’re too dumb to see how great you are, then they don’t deserve you."

You stared at him, something fluttering in your chest. He was still the same Hinata—loud, a little clueless, always brimming with energy. But sometimes, just sometimes, he said things that made you wonder if maybe he saw you differently than he used to. And maybe… maybe you were starting to see him differently too.

As the two of you stepped out of the restaurant, a sudden downpour greeted you. The once-clear sky had turned dark, raindrops pelting down hard against the pavement.

"Ah, crap," you muttered, pulling your arms close to yourself as a chilly breeze followed. "I didn’t check the weather."

Hinata groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "Me neither." He glanced around before perking up. "hey, my place is closer. No one’s home either so you can stay over...maybe?"

You stared at him for a second before smirking. "Hinata Shoyo, are you trying to get me alone?"

Hinata choked. "Wha—?! No! I didn’t mean it like that!" He flailed his arms, face heating up. "It’s just—y-you always used to come over when we were kids, right? It’d be like a sleepover! But, uh, not in a weird way! Just—y'know—so you don’t have to walk home in the rain!"

You stared at him, amused by how fast he was unraveling.

He cleared his throat, still clearly flustered. "I-I have a spare pair of clothes you can borrow! So you don’t get sick!"

You bit back a smile, watching him trip over his words. "Relax, I’m just joking with you."

His shoulders slumped with relief. "Don’t do that to me," he whined.

You laughed, nudging his arm. "Alright, alright. Let’s go before we get completely drenched."

Hinata huffed, pulling his hoodie up. But as the two of you started jogging toward his place, you couldn’t help but feel that same strange flutter in your chest from earlier. Because as silly and panicked as he got… he still wanted to take care of you.

By the time you reached Hinata’s place, you were both soaked. Your dress clung uncomfortably to your skin, and Hinata’s hoodie was drenched, his damp hair sticking to his forehead.

"Okay, yeah, this was a terrible idea," he admitted between breaths, shaking out his arms like a wet dog.

You laughed, hugging yourself for warmth. "I told you we should’ve just called a cab."

"Where’s the fun in that?" He grinned before stepping aside to let you in.

You walked through the hallway, the familiar scent of Hinata’s home wrapping around you like a nostalgic hug. It felt like stepping into the past, except… everything felt different now.

His bedroom door was slightly ajar, and you peeked inside.

It was almost exactly how you remembered it—volleyball posters, random clothes on the chair, and his bed a little messy but still welcoming. The only real difference was the trophies and medals on his shelf, a testament to how far he’d come.

As you stepped inside, your fingers ran over the edge of his desk, your mind lost in memories of all the times you had spent in this room, whether it was watching dumb videos, challenging each other to games, or just lying on the floor talking about your dreams.

Then—

"Boo!"

"AH!" You jumped, spinning around just as Hinata burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Hinata, you idiot!" You smacked his arm, but he barely flinched, too busy laughing at your reaction."Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist!" He grinned, holding out a towel and some dry clothes—a worn T-shirt and a pair of shorts. "Here, you can change into these."

You grabbed them, still glaring. "I should make you suffer for that scare."

Hinata smirked. "Oh no, are you gonna steal my bed and make me sleep on the floor?"

"Tempting," you muttered, looking down at the clothes. His T-shirt looked big—big enough that it would probably hang loosely over you. "Guess I’ll be swimming in these."

Hinata chuckled. "Better than staying in that wet dress."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, making your way to the bathroom. The second you shut the door, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

This felt… weird. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made your heart race a little too fast. You’d stayed over at Hinata’s plenty of times as kids, but this was different. You weren’t kids anymore.

As you changed in the bathroom, you realized with a sigh that your bra was just as drenched as your dress. There was no way you were putting it back on as it clung uncomfortably to your skin, cold and heavy with rain. You hesitated for a second before deciding to go without it, pulling on Hinata’s oversized t-shirt instead. The fabric was soft, slightly worn, and it smelled like him—fresh laundry mixed with something undeniably Hinata.You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make yourself look somewhat presentable before stepping out.

When you stepped out, Hinata glanced up from where he was towel-drying his hair, and just like before, he froze. His brain short-circuited.

At first, he had just been prepared to tease you about how his clothes practically swallowed you whole. But then his gaze caught on the way the loose fabric draped over you, how it shifted with your movements, and...oh

You weren’t wearing a bra. The way the thin material did absolutely nothing to hide the erect peaks poking out from underneath, and the soft swell beneath it.

Hinata’s face went up in flames.

Oh. Oh.

He ripped his gaze away so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, suddenly finding the most fascinating spot on the floor to stare at. Don't look, don't look, don't look—

But it was too late. That single glance was already burned into his brain, and no amount of panicked mental screaming was going to erase it.

"N-nothing!" His voice cracked, and he gripped the towel in his hands like it was a lifeline. "You just—uh—you look comfortable!"

You smirked, completely oblivious to the absolute war happening in his head. "What, jealous that I pull off your clothes better than you do?"

Hinata let out the most unconvincing laugh of his life. "Y-yeah! I mean, no! No way!" He could feel his ears burning, and he desperately tried to focus on literally anything else. "S-so, uh, movie?"

You stretched your arms over your head with a yawn, completely unaware of how his eyes almost flickered down again before he clenched his jaw and forced himself to stare straight ahead.

"Yeah, sure," you said, flopping onto the couch beside him.

Hinata grabbed the remote, fingers fumbling as he picked the first thing that appeared on the screen. He had no idea what he just put on. It could’ve been a horror movie, a documentary, or a three-hour-long ad, and he wouldn’t have noticed.Because no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop thinking about the fact that you—his best friend—were sitting next to him, wearing his clothes, and making his heart race in a way that felt far too dangerous.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Hinata—still reeling from his internal meltdown—mindlessly pressed play on whatever movie popped up first. Big mistake.

Because barely fifteen minutes in, the screen suddenly shifted to a scene that made both of you freeze.

Heavy breathing. Slow, lingering touches. Clothes slipping off way too easily.

Oh. Oh.

You choked on your own spit. "Hinata—"

Hinata, already red as a tomato, practically threw the remote in his panic, scrambling to grab it again. "I—I DIDN’T KNOW! I JUST CLICKED SOMETHING!"

You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying not to burst into nervous laughter. "Oh my god."

Hinata, on the other hand, looked like he was fighting for his life. He was stiff as a board, eyes darting anywhere but the screen. "I’ve never watched this with you before!" he blurted out, as if that somehow made this less mortifying.

You raised an eyebrow. "So, you’ve watched this alone?"

Hinata nearly died on the spot. "THAT'S NOT—!" He smacked the remote until the screen finally blessedly went black. Silence.

Then you lost it, bursting into laughter while Hinata groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is the worst."

Still giggling, you leaned back against the couch, wiping a tear from your eye. "Oh my god, Sho, that was so bad."

Hinata groaned again, dragging his hands down his face. "I swear on volleyball, I didn’t mean to put that on."

You smirked, nudging his arm. "So you have watched that kinda stuff alone, huh?"

"STOP," he whined, throwing his head back dramatically. "I’m already suffering."

You couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was, cheeks still red, ears burning. You’d never seen him react like this before—it was… oddly cute.

After a moment, Hinata huffed, crossing his arms. "You didn’t exactly change the channel either, y'know."

Your face heated up. "HEY! I was shocked! I wasn’t expecting to see—" You clamped your mouth shut, shaking your head rapidly. "Nope. Not finishing that sentence."

Hinata snorted, finally cracking a grin. "Yeah, let’s just pretend that never happened."

You nodded. "Agreed. Now, please pick something safe. Like, a cartoon. Or a volleyball match. Something that won’t make us want to die."

Hinata grabbed the remote again, determined. "On it. No more accidental… that."

But as he scrolled through the options, a single, dangerous thought crossed his mind...Why was it so easy to picture watching something like that with you… and not just as a joke?

As Hinata scrolled through the movie options, his mind was still stuck on what had just happened. The sheer embarrassment of it. The way you had looked at him, teasing but also—maybe—just a little flustered too.

And then there was the part that was really messing with his head… the part where, for just a split second, he’d wondered what it would be like if—

Nope. Nope. Absolutely not going there.

But then, you stretched beside him, adjusting the oversized shirt you were wearing—his shirt—and the movement drew his eyes right to where the fabric clung to you. His throat went dry.

And as if the universe wanted to make things worse, you turned to him, tilting your head. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah!" His voice cracked, and he quickly looked away, staring so hard at the TV that he was surprised it didn’t catch fire.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You sure? You’re looking kinda nervous."

"N-no! I’m fine! Totally fine!" He forced a laugh, but the way his knee was bouncing gave him away completely.

You leaned in a little, resting your chin on your hand as you studied him. "Hmmm… is it ‘cause of that scene?" Hinata froze.

A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips. "Oh my god," you whispered, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Are you still thinking about it?"

"I—*NO!" he practically yelled, face burning hotter than the sun. "Why would I—?!"

You let out a low hum, clearly enjoying his reaction way too much. "I mean, I get it… it was a lot," you mused, voice just a bit too playful. "Not really something we’ve ever watched together before, huh?"

Hinata swallowed hard. "Nope! Definitely not!"

You traced random patterns on the couch, pretending to be lost in thought. "Kinda makes you wonder, though…"

His brain screeched to a halt. "*Wonder what?!*"

You grinned, leaning in a little closer, your voice dropping just enough to make his heart stutter. "What it’d be like to watch something like that… on purpose."

Hinata nearly died on the spot. His whole body tensed, his mind scrambling to process your words, but all he could come up with was pure, unfiltered panic.

"WHAT?!" His voice shot up so high it cracked, and he practically threw himself back against the couch as if that would somehow put distance between him and the very questionable situation unfolding.

You bit your lip, clearly enjoying every second of his meltdown. "What?" you teased, tilting your head. "Just saying…curiosity is normal, right?"

Hinata's brain was short-circuiting. His hands clenched into fists on his lap, his ears so hot they could probably fry an egg. "Curiosity—?!" He gulped, shaking his head furiously. "Nope! Nope! I refuse to be a part of whatever weird mind game this is!"

You just laughed, plopping back against the couch. "Relax, Sho. I’m just joking with you."

But that did not make him relax.

In fact, if anything, the damage was already done. Because now, no matter how hard he tried, his brain was not letting go of the thought. Watching something like that with you.On purpose. Or worse...you and him doing— no. Absolutely not.

Hinata swallowed thickly, shifting uncomfortably. He was so screwed.

You shifted closer, resting your chin on his shoulder, pretending like you weren’t feeling the heat creeping up your own neck. "Shoooo," you dragged out his name, voice laced with amusement. "Why are you so red?"

Hinata tensed like a live wire, jaw clenched, hands gripping his knees like they were the only things keeping him grounded. "I—I'm not!"

You let out a small hum, eyes flickering to the way his ears were practically glowing. "Liar," you whispered, your breath brushing against his skin. He jolted, his whole body stiffening like you’d electrocuted him.

You smirked. "Ohhh, you’re totally flustered!"

"No, I’m not!" Hinata shot back, turning to face you—big mistake. Because now, your faces were *way* closer than he expected, and for a split second, neither of you moved.

Your heart pounded. His eyes flickered down—to your lips, to the slight curve of your smirk—before snapping back up to meet your gaze.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.

And you did what any reasonable person would do when faced with this much tension. You attacked. Your fingers darted out, finding that one ticklish spot on his side, the one you knew would break him.

"AH—HEY!" Hinata practically yelped, twisting away, but you were relentless. You pushed forward, giggling as you dug your fingers into his ribs, his stomach, anywhere you could reach.

"Admit it!" you laughed. "You’re so flustered!"

"*N-nohoho—!*" Hinata was losing it, squirming as uncontrollable laughter bubbled out of him. "Stohop! It tickles"

"Never!"

He tried to escape, but you were quick, dodging his weak attempts to grab your hands. He was laughing too hard, his strength betraying him.

Then, suddenly—

Hinata snapped.

With a burst of energy, he lunged forward, grabbing your wrists and flipping the whole situation on you.

You let out a surprised gasp as your back hit the couch, Hinata looming over you, pinning your wrists above your head. His breathing was heavy, his hair slightly disheveled from all the movement.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.Your shirt had ridden up way more than either of you had realized in the chaos, exposing the smooth skin of your stomach, the subtle dip of your waist. His hands were still pinning yours above your head, but his eyes—traitorous, stupid eyes—lingered a second too long.

Too long to be normal. Too long to be ignored.

And you noticed.You sucked in a sharp breath, your chest rising and falling a little too quickly. "Shoyo…"

Wow...this took a while and it's not complete. Second part coming soon which is gonna be smut so mdni!

[moonschocolate]

natsu is in love with kageyama like hinata could be coming back from practice and invited kags to stay over or wtv and the moment he opens the door to his house natsu (who heard from her mom's phone that kageyama would be staying over) basically jumps in kageyama's arms being like "TOBIO-CHAN!!!! HI!!!!" and there's kageyama smiling uncontrollably with hinata like "she's MY sister." and yeah