#hinata shoyo drabble

[katescorner]

hinata who jumps in front of kiyoko despite being scared shitless when he sees she's being bothered by two guys who are twice his height. hinata who walks yachi to the bus after practice even though he just got his ass handed to him by tanaka. hinata who plays volleyball with his younger sister and inspires her passion later in life. hinata who sees past kageyama's greatest fear and doesn't think he's scary or conceited. hinata who reignites asahi's love for volleyball with an earnest promise he'll see the other side of the net. hinata who brings out a competitiveness in kenma and doesn't find his shy personality unnerving. hinata who is genuine in all he does and meets people where they are. hinata who has a heart of gold.

[taintedtort]

" LET‘S GET DIRTY! "

summary. things you do that turn them on

characters. hinata, kenma, kyotani, kuroo, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader i think, post!timeskip, NSFW!!

a/n. i’ve been gone for soooo long im sorry!!

link to pt2 , pt3 , and pt4

☆ — HINATA

☆ he goes nuts when you wear anything that exposes your thighs. not really sure why, but he just loves them, especially if they’re on the bigger side. if you’re sitting next to him, he’s got his hand on your thigh, subtly squeezing it every now and then. easiest way to get him riled up is to wear some shorts that cling to you in all the right places. he‘s got his face between them in seconds, begging you to suffocate him.

"cmon… squeeze harder, baby."

☆ — KENMA

☆ it gets him really worked up whenever you kiss his neck, especially the back. it sends prickles over his skin every time. it’s such a casual thing, and he’s honestly embarrassed over the effect it has on him.

☆ he also loves when you spend his money on something nice for yourself (lingerie). it makes him feel nice, especially if you model for him. and of course he has to show his appreciation by dicking you down and ripping up said lingerie, spewing promises of buying you some new sets.

"mmh— shush, i’ll get you a new one."

☆ — KYOTANI

☆ loves biting. it started when you had playfully nipped at his bicep, all innocent and cute. after that, he couldn’t get enough. he’d never outright admit that to you though, so he always tries to fuck you so hard that you have to bite into his shoulder to muffle your loud noises. you’re met with a delighted groan from him each time you do it, and it doesn’t take you long to catch on. you don’t tease him about it, of course, but you do make an effort to bite him more during sex… and sometimes outside of it too ;)

"fuck! jus' like that…"

☆ — KUROO

☆ absolutely adores the noises you make. he especially enjoys the little whimpers you let out when you’re riding him, trying your hardest to keep a good pace as your thighs get more and more tired. you beg and plead for him to just flip you over, but he likes watching you get all whiny. but don’t worry, he’ll eventually give in when your slow pace starts to drive him crazy.

"giving up already? cmon, you can keep going."

☆ — NISHINOYA

☆ he likes when you initiate. it’s usually him that comes to you, but sometimes you surprise him by getting all needy, and it’s the biggest turn on in the world for him. sex like that is always quick and rough, both of you coated in sweat and panting by the end of it. he just can’t help it, though! he’d be a bad boyfriend if he didn’t immediately pounce on you and give you what you so desperately need.

"you’re so naughty, babe…"

[haikyu-mp4]

“What is that?” you asked, pointing at Hinata’s cap like it had personally offended you.

He had it on backwards, seemingly with no idea how good he looked in it. Instead of taking the (hardly) obvious compliment, he nervously chuckled and adjusted the cap in case it looked off. “What do you mean?”

“When did you start wearing caps?” you responded with another question, walking up until you stood right in front of him.

“I got this one yesterday when I was out with Bokuto,” he told you with a noncommittal shrug.

You lifted a hand to adjust the hair that curled around the edge of the hat, your stomach doing flips despite the very simple concept of it.

“You look so hot, it’s criminal.”

Hinata breathed out a heavy breath of relief, a chuckle of disbelief following it. “I thought I was in trouble!” Just as swiftly as the air around you had changed, he pulled you in for a kiss by the loops on your jeans. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted some, baby?”

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[shoyoist]

thinking about hinata getting a tattoo of your name on his body somewhere while he's overseas for a game.

he even goes the extra mile and asks you, very innocently, to write your name out in cursive and send a picture of it to him — he said he'd put the picture on one of his lockscreens, and you'd bought the excuse!

so yeah, he gets a tattoo of your name in your cursive handwriting, on his body. maybe to one side at his waistline, or on his thigh where you'd usually sit, or on the back of his neck, or underneath his collarbone... or even on the left of his chest, right over his heart. ❤️

he thinks it's so romantic, thinks he's so smart to have gotten the idea to have it done in your own handwriting. he shows it off proudly to his team, and he's so excited to go back home to you. to show you your named inked out on his skin, with your own beautiful cursive in deep black.

except... he forgets.

it's a small tattoo that heals within a couple of weeks — and silly him, he gets distracted by the games, distracted by the electric glory of his wins, distracted by the after parties — so by the time he's on that flight back home to you, it's entirely slipped his mind.

you meet hinata at the airport, so glad to be reunited with your husband, and he sweeps you off your feet and kisses you soft and sweet and warm all over your face and neck. he tells you, "i missed you, sunshine." and squeezes you tight to his warm, heavy body— drawing in your smell and the feel of you like he's starved. like he was gone for years and not just two months. "i missed you, too, shoyo." you sigh, kissing him back.

and, well, it's only days later — two entire night of sharing the same bed again, two lazy mornings of cuddles and two dinner dates later — that you find out about the tattoo, and it's also only when you see it for yourself.

you're both getting undressed for a shower — and after being away from one another for so long and another day together without any sex, you're starting to feel a little hazy from the lack of him. unable to simply sit back and stare while he reveals his tanned, muscled body to you, you head over to him, and he immediately turns around to take you by the waist, large hands on your soft skin— when you put your hand to the nape of his neck and run your fingers into his curls, he almost purrs. he's just as needy for you.

and then !! just as your lips are about to meet in an open-mouthed kiss, you catch sight of the cursive on his skin. "shoyo?"

"hm?" he blinks, unaware of your discovery, wondering why you'd suddenly drawn your face away from him. "what is it?"

you reach out to press your thumb against the tattoo, almost feeling the red, raised skin that would've been there when it was still fresh.

you're a little stunned, but your heart fills with the remembrance of how adored you are by him, and it makes you almost giddy.

it's beautiful. you realize it's in your own handwriting, and you remember when he asked you to write your name and send a photo. tracing the letters with your index finger, you ask him, "is this... when did you get my name tattooed on you, baby?"

and that's when hinata finally remembers. "oh! oh, oh i — shit, i forgot about that." his eyes widen, mouth splitting into a sheepish grin. he leans back so you can see it a little better, and laughs nervously. "um, yeah, i got it about three weeks back. i was just... missing you so much more than usual this time, so i wanted to do something special. i was going to surprise you with it when i got back, but then..."

he trails off, face flushed so hard with embarrassment that his complexion is nearly brighter than his fiery hair. he's so fucking cute, you could eat him alive. "you forgot." you laugh. "shoyo, you got a tattoo of my name on you, and forgot about it only weeks after?"

"it's not like that." he pouts, grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him. "i thought you'd like it." you finally look away from the tattoo and look back at your husband, sliding your hands up the muscled panes of his chest, still laughing softly. you cup his face, stroking his cheeks gently with your thumbs, and you kiss him. "i do like it, shoyo. i love it. i just think you're so silly, too."

"'m not silly." he whines, letting you kiss him, closing his eyes and relaxing into your touch.

"yes you are," you giggle. "and you're a smart cookie for sneaking this on me. oh, and you're such a romantic. missed me so much you had to let everyone know i own you, mm?"

"yeah, something like that." he huffs, biting at your earlobe, sending a shiver up your spine.

"silly." you breathe, as he runs his hands up and down your bare back and your waist, pressing his fingertips in just how and where you like it. and there's the moment where the air becomes charged between you both.

you really might lose your mind. you can't wait for him to cum into you with your name inked out on his body. and when you lock eyes with him, he knows what you want.

"we'll see who's really silly," hinata grins, teeth glinting almost as bright as his eyes, turning you towards your bathroom. "when i'm done letting you know just how much i missed you."

"try me." you tease, and when he laughs, tightening his hold on you and tugging you in for another kiss, it knocks the breath out of you this time. the intensity of it is already enough of a giveaway for you. shoyo may be silly — but he also knows how to ruin you <3.

[gyuuuyi]

boyfriend hc’s oikawa x fem!reader 📂

oikawa tooru is the type of boyfriend to:

point towards you during an ongoing game and loudly announce that the serve he was about to do was dedicated to you 

“this jump serve’s for you!” he’d wink at you, causing his devoted fangirls to furiously whisper jealous comments about you. 

however, all his confidence and bravado was for nothing. you’d watch in amusement, as he’d spectacularly miss his serve, and the ball would pathetically hit against the net with a loud ‘plap’.

“you’ll get a good serve next time, don’t worry,” you’d reassure him afterwards, holding back laughter.

walk you back home along with iwaizumi, not out of chivalry, but because he liked annoying the two of you

“what does the horse say to the dog who’s moved in next door?” he’d start, with a smile.

“oh my god,” you’d loudly groan, while iwaizumi would grimace and silently anticipate the punchline of the horrendous ‘joke’. 

“‘what’s up, neigh-bor?’” 

“i’m going to kill myself if i hear another one of these shitty jokes, crappykawa.”

be sassy with you 

“everyone knows that milk bread tastes plain.” 

“if everyone’s stupid, that’s not my problem,” he’d scoff, rolling his eyes. without fail, his responses would always make you laugh.

not reply for hours, because he’s vigorously training 

“are you on your way home?” you’d ask on call, once he’d pick up, only for him to affirm. 

“yeah. why?”

“do you want me to come over, once you’re back? we can watch movies, if you want.”

“i’m tired. sorry,” he’d mumble, and you’d never get mad at him. you understood how much volleyball meant to him, and how exhausting it was for him after a particularly hard practice session. 

“no worries. get some rest, i’ll see you tomorrow, OK?”

“yep,” he’d say, “love you.”

frown whenever you’d refuse to kiss or hug him

“tooru, not now,” you’d firmly say, moving away from him. 

“why not?” he’d whine, a frown on his face. 

“you reek of sweat! just get changed, and then i’ll hug you.” 

“ugh, you’re so mean. i just won a game! a hug is the least i deserve for winning,” he’d grumble. 

“you’re so dramatic.”

at the end of the day, no matter his flaws and quirks, he loves you undeniably ♡

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[cottonlemonade]

Practice Makes Perfect

“Alright, quick water break and then onto round two.”

You froze in the doorway of your apartment when you heard your boyfriend’s voice carry through the corridor from somewhere near your bedroom. His determined footsteps letting you know he was about to round the corner and your heart dropped when a second set of lighter steps seemed to follow him. You clutched your bubble tea and the strap of your bag, ready to run.

“Baby! You’re home early!”, Kotarou stopped in his tracks. He was only wearing sweatpants and… a … bra? Your bra to be exact.

Behind him peaked a head of fiery hair.

“Shoyo?”

“Hey, y/n-san!”, the red head called happily, offering a small wave.

“So uhm, Bo… and I mean this with every ounce of love. But are you cheating on me right now?”

Kotarou looked appalled at the thought. “What? No! NO! Of course not!” He hurried over to give you your Welcome Home kiss. You looked past his broad shoulders to Shoyo who gave you a thumbs up.

“So… care to explain?”

“Hm? Oh! Right! Well Sho has a date tonight and he wanted to practice getting a bra off.”

“First of all, scandalous.”, you teased, “But also, Shoyo, you hooked up before. Why the need for practice? And with one of my best bras no less.”, the last words you said a bit under your breath, letting the strap snap against your boyfriend’s shoulder. He only grinned apologetically.

“The girls that took him home so far all had sports bras.”, Kotarou explained with a shrug, “None had a clasp. But this girl’s a dog walker. So the possibility of a … not… sports bra(?) is very real.”

You nodded, taking a thoughtful sip of bubble tea, fishing out the one you had picked up for Bo and handed it to him, while considering Shoyo whose cheeks got more color by the minute.

Bo skipped to the kitchen to grab a metal straw, then joined you two again in the hallway with his own drink, slurping contently. He gave you a Thank You kiss on the cheek, then wrapped his arm around your chubby waist, facing his teammate as well.

“Did you two consider putting the bra on a pillow?”

“We did but that’s not quite the same.”, Kotarou said as if that was obvious, “And let me tell you, these things are a lot harder to put on than to take off.”

“Tell me about it.” Shoyo ruffled his hair and beamed.

“Well then, go practice some more, I guess, and I’ll get dinner ready.”

“Thank you, baby.” And with yet another kiss they went back to the task at hand.

a/n: Bo just can’t get enough of you so he has a lot of different kinds of kisses.

[tarovrispy]

just me thinking of long distance bf brazil arc HINATA SHOYO...,,

Shoyo who would probably stay up all night texting you or face timing you if he didn't have any practice tomorrow because he's always longing to see you and talk to you more. Shoyo who sometimes falls asleep on call with you because he tries to make it so that he calls you every night before his sleep even if he gets really tired after practice (also because your voice is his soothing lullaby)

Shoyo who texts you good morning and good night every day without fail (and when you leave him on read, he can't help but get a little disappointed but he tries so hard to understand that you might be busy and waits until you reply; he can't help but double text sometimes tho...) Shoyo who sends you multiple funny cat videos or long distance relationship reels (ie. here) during his spare time, hoping they will cheer you up (if you're having a rough time) and also because they're relatable Shoyo who always records his beach volleyball practice videos or take selfies updates (on his food or whatever) so that he can send them to you (and hopefully get a reply from you; even if you simply react a heart to his message it makes him over the moon...) Shoyo who takes the time and effort to like every single of your instagram stories and posts (if you post any) leaving comments on your Instagram posts sometimes as well. He loves leaving comments that compliment you — be it the outfit you're wearing in the post or the smile you have on your face in that photo — never failing to make you smile.

extras smau parts (mainly scraps)

context: your hs to college friend asks you to attend a blind date to help your "single" life, not knowing you're still in a long-distance rs with your overseas bf

a/n: a short one becos I need to get this off the top of my head!! if this is ooc I'm sorry (in my head he lives rent free like that) the only long distance bf I will accept in my life btw..,, (joke? or maybe not...i love him sm <3)

[clawsdevour]

hq charas reacting to you getting insulted hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: not proofread, all fluff headcanons!!

⩩ 𓈒 *.

-the type to be seriously annoyed that it bugs them like crazy and you can see it on their face. their brows are furrowed and creased the whole day while thinking of snarky remarks they could've said. you could see the little gloomy cloud just floating above their head while their eyes are just screaming danger.

"i'll get them next time.. that prickless bonehead won't know what's coming....."

charas: sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio, tendou satori, yaku morisuke

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-the type to overhear and bring your ears closer to their chest as they glance back with fury in their eyes. their eyes just bore right into the head of that bastard to which they never turn back but always end up walking faster the moment they noticed your boyfriend's hand is over your shoulders.

"hmm.. did you hear that? must've been the wind, am i right?"

charas: osamu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, aone takanobu, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru

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-the type to be ready to square up. their emotions overwhelm them the moment they heard the word slip out to the point where you gotta hold them back by their collar and apologize.... to which your boyfriend apologizes to you with the more sad look in their eyes as they beg for forgiveness.

"oh yeah?? d'you even know what an asshole looks like are you just tryna see what my fists taste like..!─"

charas: tanaka ryunosuke, nishinoya yu, hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro

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-the type to cover your ears for you and walk away quickly while side eyeing them. they're also for sure comforting you while you walk away even if words of affirmation may or may not be their best love language. even their words and attempt to comfort you work effectively since they aren't the most expressive themself and always gets you a bit flustered in shock to know they care.

"shh don't listen to them.. they don't even know what they're talking about. you're literally the best person i've ever met."

charas: asahi azumane, tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji

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-the type to cheer you up and reassure you that you aren't what they said you were and tell you that that person was an asshole themself. they genuinely sense that you feel horrible and shitty and try their best to cheer you up since they understand best that even small words like these hurt the most.

"listen, they are a liar! whatever they said they're jealous of how awesome and literally amazing you are. don't even lie to yourself because of what that person said to you!"

charas: yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, daichi sawamura, lev haiba, iwaizumi hajime

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[bunnirabbits]

i KNOW bokuto, atsumu and hinata would be fucking up those olympic village chocolate muffins.

[heartmaddie]

haikyuu boys who imagine their future with you while you sleep. involves : children, marriage, pre+post time skip, implied fem!reader but can be read gn <3

haikyuu! boys who cradle you in their arms as you sleep, running their fingers down your back as they remind themselves to be gentle, not wanting to squeeze too hard and risk waking you up. haikyuu! boys who always smile when they see you in the stands, happily supporting and cheering for them and their team. it's comforting knowing that you'll be celebrating their win or gently holding them when they lose. haikyuu! boys who daydream about their future career in volleyball, playing for professional teams internationally, maybe even going to the olympics. haikyuu! boys who imagine you sitting in the friends and family section, their colours as ribbons in your hair, proudly wearing their jersey as you cheer obnoxiously loud. haikyuu! boys who imagine leaning over the barricades, gently pressing their chapped lips against your soft ones when they win, "did i do good baby?" they would whisper in your ear, pressing kisses against your cheek, and you'd giggle, "mhm, i'm very proud" they'd smile into your cheek, letting the camera's flash regardless of the intimate moment. haikyuu! boys who would gently cradle their little baby every day before work, pressing soft kisses against the child's smooth head, letting them soak in the last few minutes of domesticity before hours of harsh training.

haikyuu! boys who, when stressed, would run his fingers over the white gold band which hung from his neck, tracing every familiar engraving with his thumb, and in those moments he'd find the momentum of the court again. haikyuu! boys who shamelessly mention you and your child in every single interview, ever. "how was the training for this game, did you find it overbearing?" the reporter would ask, you were somewhere, talking to another player as he cradled his now toddler in his arms, "oh well, it's always stressful" he nods, "but my girls make it a bit more bearable" he'd finish with a cheeky grin. haikyuu! boys who can't imagine celebrating any of their wins, big or small, without every night ending with you and your child in his warm arms. ♡ SHOYO HINATA , ushijima wakatoshi , OIKAWA TOORU , kiyoomi sakusa , ATSUMU MIYA , RINTAROU SUNA , KOTAROU BOKUTO + ur fav!

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[bokutoko]

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴍɪɴɪꜱᴄɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ���ᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ…

you looking out at the horizon as the sun peacefully dips behind where the eye can see. closing your eyes, you listen to the soft crashing of the waves, feeling the water crest at your skins. taking a deep breath, you smell the salty ocean air, intensified by the soft breeze that blows your hair out of your face. the seagulls’ cries from above sound nostalgic in a way you can’t exactly place.

you wonder, is this paradise?

a click shifts your attention, and you turn around to catch him standing there with a camera.

“i told you to take pictures of the beach, not me.”

he smirks, “why not both?”

you roll your eyes, unable to stop a small grin as you run up to him. he keeps snapping pictures of you as you approach, and you end up chasing him in small circles in the sand.

click, click, click.

“stop! you’re wasting storage that way!”

he lets out a laugh, and you catch that same beautiful crinkle around his eyes that you’ve loved since you first met him. “it’s never a waste when it’s you.”

yeah, you think, this is paradise.

koutaro bokuto, shoyo hinata, yuu nishinoya, koushi sugawara, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, tooru oikawa, your fav <3

a/n: writer’s block makes me ill. also i want to go back to the beach CRYINGGG

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[taintedtort]

" SURFER GIRL! "

summary. brazil!hinata x surfer!reader

warnings. afab!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. wrote this bc of @/garfieldissocool . just a drabble idk

the ball slams into the sand with a dull thud, the sun hot against hinata‘s bare back. beach volleyball is always fun, a little bit harder, but more carefree. the atmosphere is more friendly, less competing to actually win the game.

the other team has possession of the ball, and he’s honestly starting to feel a little antsy to jump. as the opposite side prepares to serve, hinata glances out towards the sea. it was supposed to be a quick sweep of the beach, just because he needed to calm himself for a second. but something else catches his attention. it feels like a pull to his heart, a gut feeling that drags his gaze to you. he zeroes in on your frame in the water, stood on a surfboard and gliding with the waves of the ocean.

now, hinata knows close to nothing about surfing, but you’re staying on the board, so you must be pretty good, right? you’re doing it effortlessly too, like it’s as simple as walking to you.

for some reason, he can’t look away, his brain won’t let him. he's seen lots of surfers, they’re always out when he’s on the beach. he’s always thought surfing was cool, but he’d never tried it, too caught up with volleyball to try anything else. he keeps watching you, though, forgetting about the game that’s still ongoing around him. he’s impressed at first, impressed that you’re able to keep your balance so easily, but as you get closer to shore, he notices that…

oh… wow.

you’re beautiful.

he's seen many women in his time in brazil, but none like you. none as pretty or as intriguing as you. he’s never been interested in dating or girls in general, even in high school, he was always busy with volleyball. he still is. all he really thinks about is volleyball, that’s how it’s been for years.

but…

there’s something about you. maybe it’s your hair, or the way your skin looks wet, or perhaps the carefree look on your face. he isn’t sure, it’s just… you.

he decides right there that he has to meet you, he has to talk to you and find out what your voice sounds like. he has to see you up close, to get to know you.

however, before he can even move, the ball is flying into his face, hitting him on the side of his head. a sharp sting follows, and he falls back in the sand with a grunt, his hand rubbing at his skin. his eyes shoot back to you though, and suddenly you’re looking at him. he can’t even hear the sounds of his friends laughing or asking if he’s okay, can’t hear the sounds of the ocean or the seagulls flying overhead. all he can see is you. you and you’re pretty smile as you try to hold back a laugh.

he isn’t even embarrassed that you probably saw him get hit, and he isn’t embarrassed that he’s blatantly staring at you. he’s too enthralled by you to feel anything but attraction. his chest feels tight and fluttery… is this what love feels like? this is sort of how he feels when he eats good food, or when he gets a point.

after a handful of seconds, he finally regains his composure. after unscrambling his brain, he forms a coherent thought.

he's going over there.

[haikyu-mp4]

A murder in the dorms – MSBY 4 wc 404 – gn!reader, warning: dead rodent

After plucking a long grey hair from your scalp that morning, you were not happy to see a text from Sakusa. The stress of managing those men was draining all colour from your hair.

Please come to the dorm. This is an emergency.

But you love your job, so you were seated in your car and driving to their dorm within two minutes. You hadn’t been to their dorm before, and doing so under these circumstances made you nervous.

You knocked two times before opening the door yourself. The text message did say emergency, and their names were plastered on the door, so you knew you were in the right place.

As you opened the door, four very different, audible reactions came from the room.

Atsumu was clutching a small towel that barely covered his precious bits, seemingly halfway between the bathroom and bedroom. For whatever reason, he was also holding his phone up.

Sakusa stood by an open bedroom door in silk pyjamas with a matching sleeping mask holding up his curls.

Bokuto was holding a frying pan in one hand, standing on the couch and dressed in a hoodie and boxers.

Hinata stood in the kitchen, pouting as he held a volleyball in his shaking hands. You would have taken note of his lack of clothing, too, had you not been distracted by the fact that the volleyball had a splat of red on it.

“I already know I’m going to hate the answer.” You took a deep breath and neither of them dared say a word yet. “But what’s the emergency?”

Sakusa looked around as if expecting any of the others to answer, before sighing and deciding to give you a recap himself. “There was a mouse. Bokuto and Hinata decided it would be smart to try to spike it with a volleyball. It was, unfortunately, and very unexpectedly, successful. There is now a dead mouse in our kitchen.”

Your jaw slowly fell open wider and wider until the end of the explanation, a lump settling in your throat. Sakusa stepped back and closed his bedroom door as if checking out of the situation until he suddenly opened it again a second later.

“Oh, and Atsumu filmed the murder on Instagram live, also catching himself half naked in the hallway mirror.”

Dear god. If you exist, please forgive me. I might lose my job today after killing four cancelled mouse murderers.

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/I did something similar to this once when I was younger because I was so scared of the mouse and home alone, and to this day, my family still calls that event the mouse massacre.

[shoyoist]

── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“that’s my girl.”

[rae-writes]

Tiger #FC6A03 — Hinata Shoyo

little sunshine baby || 0.2k || m.list

“Excuse me? I think one of you spiked this a little too hard.”

All the Msby boys’ heads turn at the soft voice, eyes landing on you standing at the entrance to the gymnasium, volleyball held in your hands (which, presumably, was spiked straight out the door…definitely Bokuto’s fault).

Hinata was the one to bound up to you, full of energy and cheerful. “Thanks! I guess we’re a little rowdy today-“ 

When you held out the volleyball to him with a pretty smile, he saw your shirt clearly. More specifically, a jersey— his jersey. Twenty-one, big and bold. 

And there he went, stammering like an idiot with a blush spreading across his face. The laughter and whistles from his teammates did not help.

“Hinata-kun?” You smiled a bit wider, eyes twinkling, as you placed the ball in his hands. 

“Y-yeah?” His voice got a little higher as he smiled back like an idiot; he felt so giddy and fuzzy. 

“Good luck on your game— I can’t wait to watch you play!” Your hand lifted in a little wave before you left the court floor, heading to your spot in the stands. 

If Hinata was pumped up before, he’s even more so now. Msby will win and he’ll score the winning point, just for you! 

(And when he did, in fact, win the match, his face was beaming as he jumped up on Atsumu’s back, pointed up at you, and excitedly yelled ‘Go on a date with me!’)

[cottonlemonade]

As you puffed your chubby cheeks in indignation, you said, "You don't even watch scary movies. What makes you think you could survive one?"

"What does one have to do with the other?", Bokuto asked, crossing his arms defensively.

"Last Halloween ya ran away screamin' from some kid in a Chucky mask.", Atsumu reminded him, "No, no. This is a competition between y/n and me. - Here are the facts: I'm fast, I'm smart, I'm hot and blond."

"What are you guys talking about?", Hinata, his nose rosy from the cold outside, just dropped his bag on the bench next to you, waved to the other players and joined Bokuto, Atsumu and Sakusa on the floor for their stretches.

The setter kindly caught him up. "We're discussin' which of us would be a Final Girl, and I'm sayin' that from all of us here, it's clearly me."

Hinata pursed his lips in thought. "I think I'd make a good final girl."

Atsumu scoffed, "No, ya wouldn't. You don't even know what a Final Girl is."

"It's the one that gets the last rose from the bachelor, right? I'd be a great choice!"

"That's not-", the self-proclaimed hot blonde of the group began, but a hand on his shoulder from Sakusa stopped him.

"Shhh. Let him have it."