#shoyo hinata x reade smut

[cvnt4him]

No nut november. ᯓ shoyou hinata.

Synopsis ᯓ ❝ in hopes of besting his peers in a challenge hes never participated in, he tries his hardest to last throughout the entire november. how does it all turn out?❞

warnings ➪ dry humping, sub!M?, slight choking, m4f

Day 1, ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯!

Your longtime boyfriend of 6 years had been back from Brazil for some time. He'd gotten acquainted with a new team the black jackels and even seen some friends from your high school days. Kageyama, tsukishima, and some of his new teammates such as bokuto and atsumu and more.

It was the last night of October, a beautiful fall night. One last day to see everyone's decorations out on display the flashing lights the pumpkins and more. It was all so festive.

You looked out the window before the conversation of the men in your living room had caught your attention once more.

You headed back inside to hand shoyou and the other boys another shot, although you felt as if they hadn't needed them. Your boyfriend gave you a wide smile, his eyes crinkling from the smile. His cheeks were flushed with a dust of pink it was awfully adorable.

He grabbed you and sat you down on his lap with a kiss to your forehead before taking the shot you handed him.

“ so, you guys participating next month?”

Eyes landed on the cocky blonde as he smirk and took his shot. He had some drink as a chaser and swallowed harshly with a sigh before continuing,

“ y'know, NNN?”

“ I'm sorry, what?”

Kei asked with a cocked brow.

If he had something to say why didn't he just say it instead of beating around the bush like some loser.

“ NNN? c'mon. tell me at least ONE of you knows what that is.”

Atsumu looked around to see everyone just blankly staring at him, besides shoyou who for some reason had his eyes trained on you with that same lovey dovey smile.

Kageyama hadn't had a single thought behind those stupid eyes, bokuto however seemed to be thinking hard about it.

“ oh! you mean no nut november, yeah?!”

“ yes! thank you kotarou!”

“ oh. yeah, that was not clear.”

“ why didn't you just say that.”

Kageyama and tsukishima blurt out at the irritated man, he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to shoyou who hadn't been listening in the slightest.

“ so, ninja,—”

The ginger turned his gaze to the man before his smile dropped. He hummed in acknowledgement turning his head to the side.

“ what about you?”

Your brows furrowed lightly. Hinata is very easily persuaded, one thing said and he'll easily be sold. You know how easy he is, just as soon as you were about to shut it down he spoke.

“ what about me?”

“ y’gonna be apart of no nut november?”

“ what's that?”

Atsumu face palms before he goes through the lengthy process of explaining it to him.

“ so, for the whole month of November I just have to not get my dick wet? sounds easy enough. but I'm not so sure if I— ”

Kageyama scoffs as he choked down the rest of his drink.

Shoyous gaze shit directly to kageyama, his eyes squinting slightly.

“ something to say.”

“ hm, jus’ that you're not gonna be able to last. I mean you're literally a sex addict. you can't go one day without sex”

You felt the groan Hinata released against your back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He was slowly getting angry and the drinks that have sat in his system for some time aren't helping.

“ just because I have a sex life doesn't mean I'm an addict. some of us value the time we spend with our partners.”

Tsukishima gave kageyama an eyeing look with a smirk, this didn't go unnoticed by you. What were those shitiots planning..

“ oh? so you're insinuating that you can last out the entire month with no action?”

Tsukishima chimes in with a melody laced in his tone. He was trying to dish out something just as the dark haired male was.

“ I'll believe it when I see it.”

Kageyama adds making atsumu snicker. They successfully got shoyou to agree to doing something they all knew he would manage in.

“ woah woah woah, let's make this interesting eh?”

Atsumus sudden words grabbed the attention of everyone their eyes shooting to his direction of the room where he sat in the floor in front of the glass table in your living room.

“ whoever fails this months challenge has to....hm, lets say.....buy us all dinner at that new expensive restaurant.”

Just as you were about to object in solidarity to your beloved boyfriend he hurriedly blurts out

“ deal.”

You turn to look back at him with a confused look.

Was he actually serious.

There's no way in hell, your boyfriend shoyou hinata was going to last. He just couldnt.

“ are you serious right now?”

You murmur down to your boyfriend beneath you.

He looks up at you and nods with a dead set look. He genuinely believed there was no way he was going to cum this month. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol running through his body or if it was just him but he had this sudden boldness and it made his mouth run.

Everyone there knew he was fucked however.

Within the first day hinata was actually doing pretty well, and he made sure to let everyone at his practice know.

He was in high spirits and in the locker room boasted with the other participants on how he hadn't came yet.

“ it's been exactly 18 hours since we spoke about the challenge and I haven't cum yet!”

Atsumu turns to the ginger and snorts,

“ we just started. It'd be rather embarrassing if you had failed already.”

Snickers were earned from his fellow teammates although some hadn't known what was going on, others connected the dots.

Shoyo blushed in embarrassment before murmuring things to himself and storming out with a pout.

Day one down, twenty nine to go.

Shoyou had the next couple of days off due to snow coming, he was very excited about it! Hed get to stay home with his lover and drink hot cocoa, and watch movies, and maybe play in the snow!!!! And best of all, he'd be doing it with you! How great is that!

Next to volleyball, you are the only thing in this life that gives it meaning. He truly stands by that. He cares so much about you that sometimes he just does things for you without noticing it.

Whether it be small things like when he's shopping on his own he'll mindlessly grab you pads.

Or big things like making breakfast or dinner to get a load off of you. Or helping you wash your hair when you shower together, running you a warm bath etcetera, he truly does these things because he cares.

Shoyou held you close and let the warmth beneath your cover and the heat radiating from your body consume him, he was so comfortable he hadn't wanted to move. He smiled to himself as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, your face was nuzzled in his chest as he did so.

“ grand rising my love.”

As you stretch you can't help but to snicker at his weird way of saying good morning to you.

“ what the hell shoyou , what kind of good morning is that!”

“ I heard it on the radio the other day, haha! It's the first time in a really long time that I've actually gotten to say good morning to you...let me make you breakfast, hm?”

You hum, as good as that sounds you'd much rather lie in bed with your boa. His warmth is just far too comfortable to get up from. His large hand squeezed your thigh gently as his thumb rubbed across it.

It was a nice feeling. Speaking of, it created such inside. You felt a need start to ignite within you. This comfort and vulnerable moment you two are having, it's one you hadn't had in a while. You wanted him.

You pulled him into a quick kiss and looked him in his eyes before pulling him in for another. You hold his head as his other hand holds the back of your neck, he hums lightly into the kiss pulling closer to him deepening it.

The small mewl that left you turned him on a lot quicker than either of you expected, his growing hard on started poking against your thigh and before he knew it he was lighting grinding against it.

He lets out a shaky "oh" as you move to his neck to pepper light yet wet kisses onto the skin. It was quick to have his breath shaking and his eyes fluttering.

By accident you thigh brushed harshly against his cock which made him squeak catching your attention.

You look down at his hard cock which causes him to do the same.

A small smile appeared on your face as you look back up to him with a giggle. His face was flushed and he quickly jumped out of bed.

“ I'd uh-, better get started on that uhm, br- breakfast!!”

He scurried out of your shared room and rushed to the kitchen.

These past few days were hard, he wouldn't lie. You weren't making this challenge any easier either! He stopped showering with you by the fourth day due to accidentally getting hard when you two were kissing inside of it.

Six days in and he was nearly cracking. You were walking around in some shorts that were really short. They hugged your ass so perfectly he just couldn't look away.

His cock twitched beneath his shorts as he gulped down hardly. Trying his hardest to fight the feeling inside, fight the thoughts that were yelling at him to bend you over. To let you do whatever you wanted to him, anything!

“ sho? you okay?”

You ask your boyfriend as you sit next to him on the couch, he had just died in whatever game he was playing on your living room TV and hadn't moved.

“ ..h...huh? w-what? oh! yeah! hah! I'm err.., I'm fine!”

“ y’sure? you've been acting weird all week... Is it because of that silly challenge! urgh.. shoyou, I told you not to do it.”

“ ... what? no you didn't!”

“ it was implied stupid! why would you agree to do this stupid challenge you know how easily turned on you are. I mean literally you can hardly last a week, I'm surprised you've lasted this long!”

His sigh was shaky as he laid his head on your chest defeatedly. You were right and he knew it, he couldn't last and he hated this challenge. But he also didn't want to lose....his competitiveness was starting to win in his mind,

But just then you lifted his head and pulled him into a gentle kiss.

It was sweet and lasting. He couldn't help but to get quite handsy..., he quickly started pawing at your breasts needing the flesh in his big hands.

He was quick to sit up straight and pull you into his lap without breaking the kiss. Hinata loved making a mess so it wasn't a surprise when the kiss you shared got rather desperate

Swapping saliva as his tongue fished inside of your mouth licking what it could, your teeth accidentally clashed against each other while he held your head still.

He let you go to grab ahold of your hips, grinding your body down into him as he slowly lifted his hips up into you following the motion he set.

“ fuck..”

Shoyou let out small grunts as he broke the kiss, your breath fanning his face while your bodies moved together slowly but with rough motions.

His brows furrowed as he let his head lean back onto the couch, small moans escaping his opened mouth.

You grip his shoulders and your movements become filled with need. You take control quickly as his hands slack and eventually fall off of your hips.

The pleasure from you roughly grinding onto his aching cock made him dizzy, it was mind numbing how good he felt right now.

“ ..ohhh fuck yeah, sh...shit baby don't.., don't stop..”

His eyes squeezed shut as you kept grinding down on him. His grunts soon then turned into moans and whines, he was moaning for you and begging for more.

His hips kept sucking up into your warmth, your clothed cunt ground down into him and he could feel your slick seeping through both of your clothes.

Your hands wrapped around his neck instinctively and his eyes crossed and fluttered. The whine that left him was nothing but pornographic one that you'd likely see in a porno, likely the girl moaning but we don't discriminate here.

“ y..yes-...fuck! don't stop, please don't stop,.... don't— shit! I'm cumming!~”

He blew his shorts in all of his milky cum, you kept grinding despite his warning. You hadn't noticed but it didn't matter he loved the overstimulation.

Your trip on his neck got tighter and his breath was slowly fading, his cheeks were red and tears were prickling at the corner of his eyes. His mouth hung open, his jaw slack and his lips dried.

He was in heaven right now.

Your movements slowed as you realized he'd already finished. You giggled and nuzzled your face into the crook of his slightly sweaty neck.

“ how you feelin’ babes?”

Shoyou let out a shaky mumble of mushed together words. His head was hazy and far too much for him to handle.

He held you close before he soon realized...

“ fuck....I have to take them to that fucking restaurant.....”

AN: got this out late but it doesn't matter it's here. It's been a while since I've written anything idk why I jumped straight into writing without like putting out some drafts n shit to ready myself for kinktober but. Enjoy this! This was great practice for the rest of the month!!!

[sweetbbyshion]

Mom next door

-> Shoyo Hinata x fem!reader

characters: Shoyo Hinata

genre: smut

summary: Hinata gets closer to an older woman after getting back from Brazil.

warnings: NSFW, reader is a mom, AGE GAP (hinata is 21, reader is 31), oral (m->f), penetrative sex, he used a condom so its all good, mentions of aftercare, reader has some insecurities but it's not too descriptive

Your arms had given out a long time ago and your legs would too if it wasn't for the strong hands gripping your hips to keep them steady. “Fuck,” Shoyo said behind you, “do you know how long I have been waiting for this?”.

You had an idea. Hinata Shoyo looked at you like he wanted to destroy you the moment you met. He was the new neighbor and your daughter was a clumsy little thing that crashed against his legs when she was running away from you, laughing and not looking where she was going. Akame was immediately entranced by the bright hair and even brighter smile and quickly introduced herself, with the best pronunciation a three year old can have. You had to be the one apologizing, explaining the little one had a hard time understanding that when mom said ‘stop running’ it meant to actually stop and not run any faster. Hinata just laughed, all sunshine and flowers surrounding him, and crouched down to Akame's level to ruffle her hair and ask her to be good for mommy. You saw the way he looked at you, with burning passion and desire. At least, that's what you thought. Hinata looked at you up and down, as if he was memorizing your body. He left you blushing and daydreaming while your daughter pulled at the hem of your sundress to ask for strawberries.

It didn't take long to find out Hinata was only twenty one. Some of the mothers at Akame’s kindergarten lived in the same apartment complex as you so, naturally, they saw Hinata as well and couldn't help but gossip about the beautiful young man that was always so polite and sweet. That's how you found out he was ten years younger than you and completely crushed your expectations. Maybe you read the signs all wrong. There was no way such an attractive young man was attracted to you. You were older, signs of a pregnancy still lingering.

You were so wrong.

The advances Hinata made at you weren't part of your imagination. He was always offering to help you as if he wanted to spend more time close to you and he touched you at every opportunity he had, grabbing your waist whenever he walked behind you in the kitchen during movie night or brushing your hands together while walking. At first, you thought he didn't know your age. Hinata might have thought you appear younger so, during one of your movie nights, you told him your age in a conversation. That desire burning behind his eyes came back at full force and he pushed you back on the couch, hovering above you. He talks but you barely catch a word. Hinata kisses you like he lives for it; fast and sloppy at first like he's tired of waiting for this moment. Then it's slower and sweeter, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking your tongue softly and swallowing your gasps.

You warn him that Akame is still asleep so you both make your way to the bedroom. He locks the door as you pull the oversized shirt over your head. The pants are off next and you can feel Hinata looking at you even if your back is turned to him. The man turns you so he can kiss you again; and he keeps kissing you until you're laying on your bed.

It's a blur for a while, too entranced on the way his lips taste and feel. You don't even realize he has taken off his clothes until your hands are gripping on bare skin. Hinata keeps kissing down your body as his hand makes its way between your legs. You don't have time to even think about feeling insecure because of how exposed your body is. It's like Hinata senses your preoccupation and it's right there to take your mind off of it. He kisses your inner thighs, bites them a few times and then latches onto your clit. You let out a gasp and quickly cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you're not home alone. “Tastes good.” Shoyo whispers against you, pushing a finger inside. He groans and moans like he is the one getting pleasure out of it. His hands explore your body while he’s humping against the bed as he eats you out so good. You're pulling at his bright hair, so soft between your fingers.

You don't remember the last time someone made you feel this type of pleasure. You're not sure there was even someone that could compare. You roll your eyes back, arch your back and beg for release. Hinata doesn't stop you; he simply stares at you with those big brown eyes as he pushes three fingers inside and sucks on your clit. There's drool everywhere, a wet mess all over the place. And you're so close but, suddenly, the sensation of his mouth is gone.

“Turn around for me, yeah?”

Chills run down your spine due to the demanding voice of such a sweet man. You do as Hinata says, wanting to please him as much as possible. You look over your shoulder to see him rip a condom open. He smiles at you and your heart beats faster at the sight. “Taking your time? I’m not as young as I used to be. I’m getting tired. you joke, eyes trailing down his tanned body. His big muscles shift at every movement and you're entranced by him.

He kneels behind you and your heart flips with anticipation. Your arms are getting tired already but you don't want to give up yet, so you just try to ignore it. Hinata’s hands hold your waist, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over the skin. It's the comfort you need to prepare yourself for the tip of his dick pushing inside you.

It has been a while since you had sex but you feel so reassured by Shoyo that it doesn't take much for him to bottom out smoothly. He stays still for a while though, letting you get used to it. It isn't until you start pushing back against him that Shoyo starts moving his hips.

It isn't too fast, careful not to make too much noise whenever his skin slaps against yours. However, even though he isn't going fast, he is going deep. You feel his dick reach places you don't think ever got reached.

He groans under his breath and you're biting your lip to stay quiet. Your arms end up giving out, too tired to hold your body weight and you hide your face on the soft pillow beneath you.

“Fuck.” he says behind you, “do you know how long I have been waiting for this?”

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. Hinata whispers low praises next to your ear, his body fully pressed against yours as his hand sneaks between your thighs to rub your clit slowly. You whisper his name, a plea for him to help you reach your climax. He guides you to it, without a hurry, and kisses the side of your head when he feels you squeeze around him, finally reaching your orgasm. Shoyo follows a few thrusts later, releasing inside the condom.

He pulls out and quickly helps you turn around to lay on the bed. He disappears for a bit before turning back with a wet towel. Shoyo stands next to you in all of his naked glory, sweat coating his tanned skin. You still think he looks handsome and can't stop staring at him while he cleans you the best he can with the towel.

“Shower?” he simply asks. You nod, yelping when Shoyo picks you up from the bed.

You kiss his cheek, then his jaw, then the corner of his lip. Hinata is smiling brightly and he can't stop even as he tries to kiss you, smiling against your mouth.

You shower together, Shoyo lovingly washes your body and kisses you every time your insecurities threaten to show up. It’s nice to be close to someone like this, you didn't think you would get to experience this again. He helps you dry yourself, helps you get dressed and then he is pulling you to bed, wrapping his arms against your frame.

And when you wake up, it's with the noise of Shoyo excitedly talking to your daughter in the living room about a random cartoon. You walk there and Akame gives you the biggest smile as she asks if Shoyo will be having sleepovers more often. “I guess he will.” is all you reply. Shoyo looks at you, pretty brown eyes shining and you nod, “Yeah, he definitely will.”

[luvinghanni]

Summer loving

Shoyo Hinata x Fem!Reader smut

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Heya lovelies sorry I haven't posted in so long I have been having a rough time and just completely lost all motivation to write but i'm back for the time being ☺️

!NOT PROOF READ!

As usual I've tried my best to not include look indicators so people of all races, body types, skin tones etcetc feel they can read this fic- please note the reader in this fic does have a female body (AFAB + female pronouns are used)

Tags: Hinataxreader, p0rn w heavy plot, p in v, creampie, Haikyuu smut, AFAB, OOC, OOC Hinata??, Fluffy bits

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You loved volleyball, so much so that when you were made aware of there being an all girls team at your highschool you joined in a heartbeat, plus your older brother Sugawara happening to play on a team at the same highschool definitely helped in sparking your passion. Due to your older brother being on the Karasuno volleyball team you managed to form some good relationships with some of the guys, after all you did see them every day after school at practices.

They were all great, don't get the wrong idea- though some were a lot easier to get to know than others- there was one who always stood out to you..Shoyo Hinata. From the moment he walked into the gym and you locked eyes you felt something shift within you, usually you're only into guys like Kageyama but he had something about him that you couldn't name for the life of you.

As time went on you and Hinata got closer and closer with you constantly getting teased for your "schoolgirl crush" by members on the team, especially Suga. Unfortunately nothing ever happened between you two in time and you were left to go your separate ways the second graduation came around. You tried to keep in contact you really did but as most relationships that contact started to weaken as you got older and pursued different careers in life, the most you saw of him was occasional likes on your posts and stories and the very rare supportive comment; you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your day when you saw his user pop up in your notifications even after all these years. Time had passed and it was finally summer. You were now 21 ending up in Brazil for your work, during college you discovered so much love for photography and culture you'd spent as much time as you could travelling and exploring cultures across the globe. Despite being busy with photography you still kept up some of your old hobbies, volleyball being a main one- after all the beaches in Brazil were perfect for beach volleyball.

Strolling through the streets of Brazil soaking up the sun on your way to the beach you swore you saw a flash of orange hair appeared in front of you, your mind immediately thought of Hinata's signature look you remembered before dumping the thought. The beach was unsurprisingly busy and only became busier as the day went on. It had been at least an hour since you started playing and it was finally your turn to serve again, just as you threw the ball into the air a voice called out entirely throwing off your focus. Turning around you prepared to face the ever so slightly jarring presence but you found yourself stifling a gasp.

It was him without a doubt. The bright orange hair, the smile you could see from miles away, those beautiful eyes, it was 100% Hinata. Even though he'd grown since highschool and bulked up there was no way you'd forget that face and it seemed as though he recognised you too. Hinata's face fell into one of shock. "Y/N?" he managed to call out "Oh my God Hinata? It's actually you?" strong arms pulled you into a hug without answering your question, God he got big and you were loving every second of it.

When you eventually pulled apart you couldn't help but stare at eachother analysing the changes in each others faces "You look older.." he spoke up with a smile, your heart sped up as his eyes dragged up and down your bikini clad body "you look good Y/N." now this was a Hinata you did NOT remember experiencing. "Thanks Hinata, you look..pretty good yourself.." you fought the urge to stare at his toned muscles, tanned skin practically glowing in the Brazilian sun.

Forgetting the Volleyball you both decided to hang out for the day catching up and flirting with no end, honest to God you'd never been complimented so much by one guy, despite not seeing eachother properly for years it just felt..right? As if no time had passed at all. Understandably your stomach sank a little when it began getting late as you knew you'd have to part ways. "I had a really good day with you Y/N..I missed you, you know" the world felt as though it stopped moving entirely "I missed you too Hinata." you bit your lip wondering whether it would be weird to ask him to stay with you and he seemed to pick up on it "Got something to say beautiful?" his eyes were mesmerising.."Hinata would you like to come back to my hotel room tonight?" the words splurged out of your mouth like word vomit catching the ginger by surprise "I thought you'd never ask, lead the way." he smiled arm wrapped around your shoulders.

(Smut starts here)

Hinata hardly let you both enter the room before he was all over you, this was not the sweet boy you once knew in highschool now he seemed almost primal the only thing in his eyes being lust. "Y/N tell me you want me I won't continue until you tell me you want me." pulling him closer you whispered into the ginger's ear "Hinata I need you." these four words must've flipped a switch in the man because you were swooped off your feet and thrown onto the hotel bed Hinata climbing on top of you, lips heavy against yours, hands eagerly rubbing every inch of your body practically begging to feel you eternally.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers found your underwear slowly pushing them to the side before finding your sensitive clit- brown eyes instantly met yours "I've wanted to hear what you sound like under me ever since highschool, don't hold back beautiful." slipping two fingers inside of you Hinata's mouth happily embraced your nipples, groaning at every sweet sound you released. Soon it became too much to handle "Shoyo I..I can't I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as your came all over his fingers with a whine.

"Good girl you did so well for me Y/N, think you can take more?" he teased sucking his fingers clean while releasing his cock from his shorts, precum leaking from his soft pink tip. You practically started drooling at the sight of it. "Hinata-" "No" he started "Call me Shoyo, sounds pretty from your lips" nodding you continued "Shoyo please fuck me I've wanted you for so long.." you felt a tinge of embarrassment fill you as you begged for his cock. A smirk appeared on the ginger's face as he moved your legs to rest by his hips and pushed inside of you in one thrust, you moaned the loudest you ever had never feeling anything as good as he felt. Groaning into your ear Hinata began to move faster inside of you, whining your name as your hand found its way into his hair tugging it slightly.

It was heavenly. HE felt heavenly. Every stroke hit just the right spot to make your back arch and nails scrape lines down his toned back.

"Y/N I'm close- fuck you feel good" the ginger's hips began to speed up as he approached his climax, grip on your hips strengthening as you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him even deeper into you. "Fi..fill me up Shoyo please I'm begging you." you moaned into his ear gently biting on his ear lobe, he did not need to hear you twice as he came inside of you with a groan of your name before collapsing on top of you panting into the crook of your neck.

When you both regained your breath he spoke up "I've liked you since highschool you know" the soft voice attracting your attention "there was just always something about you I could never forget and so I guess I fell in love and never fell out.." his voice was gentle as he stared lovingly down at you in his arms, holding you so softly as if you'd break with the slightest bit of force. You pressed a feathery soft kiss to his peachy pink lips before pressing your forehead against his, "I feel the exact same about you Shoyo, I have since highschool." he smiled teary eyed as he rested his chin atop your head "I like who I am with you Y/N." were his final words of the night "..I like who I am with you too Shoyo." you replied nestling into his chest letting your eyes slowly close.

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WOW FIRST FIC IN A FEW WEEKS??

again i'm sorry for disappearing but i'm hoping to be more active 🙏🏽

I hope you enjoyed lovelies

As always comments, requests and constructive criticism is always welcome x

- Hanni 🤍

[prpfz]

🪼 hi !! i’m eighteen, looking for other eighteen plus writers, who are interested in a few different fandoms !! i exclusively write canon x oc double ups and can write almost anyone (with a few exceptions) for you !! i can write for mxm, fxf, and mxf !! but i only write the male role in mxf. nonbinary and genderqueer ocs & muses are very welcome !!

below is a list of fandoms i’m interested in atm, as well as preferred love interests !! i’m also very open to turning this into a mumu, where we have multiple plots and threads (whether they’re from the same fandom or writing many different ones) !!

haikyuu : tobio kageyama, shoyo hinata, asahi azumane, hitoka yachi, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi, kotaru bokuto.

jujutsu kaisen : toji fushiguro, yuji itadori, kento nanami, maki zenin, yuta okkotsu.

my hero academia : izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jiro.

one piece (live action or anime) : roronoa zoro.

twilight : charlie swan, carlilse cullen, alice cullen.

resident evil : leon kennedy, jill valentine, claire redfield, ethan winters.

please be comfortable writing dead dove and nsfw themes !! i have very few limits, with only a hard no to eds and pregnancy. preferred plot to smut ratio is 60:40 or 50:50. plots will likely include 🍪, non/dubcon, age gaps, incest, sacrilege, gore, heavy toxicity, and more !! i encourage darker plots and would love to write with someone who has few limits !! the more vile and debauched, the better !! we can definitely discuss both nsfw and dead dove concepts we’d like to include in private dms !!

lazy lit to novella responses, but i like having a short thread on the side for something more laidback !! i’m very flexible when it comes to reply length, so we can definitely discuss that together !! i don’t reply ic every day, and i do not expect you to either. while i’m usually very active ooc, please don’t harass me for replies !! i write on discord only. i’ll be making us a private server and including tupper, so please leave that to me !! i also have a google doc with a set of rules i’d like you to read over before plotting. this is just to make sure we’re on the same page !!

like this post and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can !! if you’re into talking ooc, making art, pinterest boards, aesthetics, playlists of our ocs, and generally being friends, please interact !! i’d love to actually talk to someone and gush about the roleplay together !!! <3

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[brazilsho]

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ LIBARY -> a list of characters i allow suggestions / reqs & write for !

don't be sad if ur comfort character isn't included , u are still welcome to request them!

please read blog rules beforehand !

character bold , favorite to write for !

★ ! HAIKYUU · 01

KARASUNO HIGH -> not in order !

10. Hinata Shoyo . 11. Tsukishima Kei . 02. Sugawara Koshi . 04. Yuu Nishinoya . 09. Kageyama Tobio . 12. Yamaguchi Tadashi . 05. Ryūnosuke Tanaka . -> the rest is available too !

NEKOMA HIGH -> not in order !

05. Kozume Kenma . 01. Tetsurō Kuroo . 03. Morisuke Yaku . 11. Lev Haiba . 02. Nobuyuki Kai . 06. Shōhei Fukunaga . -> the others are available either !

OTHERS

01. Tōru Oikawa . 02. Hajime Iwaizumi . -> if requested , other Aoba Johsai members too !

03. Bokuto Kōtarō . 04. Keiji Akaashi . 05. Ushijima Wakatoshi . 06. Kiyoomi Sakusa . 07. Motoya Komori .

08. Shinsuke Kita . -> if requested other Inarizaki members too !

★ ! BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA · 02

CLASS 1A

01. Izuku Midoriya . 02. Katsuki Bakugo . 03. Eijiro Kirishima . 04. Shoto Todoroki . 05. Denki Kaminari . -> others are available if requested !

OTHERS

01. Neito Monoma . 02. Shota Aizawa . 03. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu . 04. Hitoshi Shinso . 05. Mirko . 06. The Big Three . 07. Giulio Gandini .

★ ! DEMON SLAYER · 03

DEMON SLAYERS

01. Tanjiro Kamado . 02. Zenitsu Agatsuma . 03. Inosuke Hashibira . 04. Genya Shinazugawa . 05. Yoriichi .

HASHIRAS

01. Giyu Tomioka . 02. Obanai Iguro (ur indirectly 24/7 mitsuri) . 03. Mitsuri Kanroji . 04. Sanemi Shinazugawa . 05. Gyomie Himejima . 06. Kyojuro Rengoku . 07. Uzui Tengen . 08. Muichiro Tokito (platonic, that's a minor, only romantic when reader is same age !) .

DEMONS

01. Muzan Kibutsuji . 02. Kokushibo . 03. Douma . 04. Akaza .

★ ! AVATAR; THE WAY OF WATER · 04

OMATIKAYA

01. Neteyam . 02. Lo'ak . 03. Jake . 04. Neytiri . 05. Kiri. 06. Tuk (platonic !) .

METKAYINA

01. Ao'nung . 02. Tonowari . 03. Ronal .

★ ! ALICE IN BORDERLAND · 05

01. Shuntaro Chishiya . 02. Hikari Kuina . 03. Ryohei Arisu . 04. Suguru Niragi (only good ver.) . 05. Rizuna Ann . -> if requested & approved , other characters available too !

★ ! GENDERBEND · 06

with genderbend i mean ex. male ! elsa x reader !

DISNEY

01. Frozen . 02. Violet (the incredibles) . 03. Alice (live action) . 04. Jasmine . 05. Tinkerbell -> other characters from Tinkerbell available ! 06. Tiana . -> if requested, a different character can be approved too !

OTHERS

01. Mean Girls . 02. Wednesday (addams family & netflix) . 03. Mavis . 04. Monster High .-> other characters are available but only if i know the movie !

★ ! HAZBIN HOTEL · 07

01. Lucifer . 02. Alastor (no smut !) . 03. Valentino . 04. Angel Dust (only gn ! reader) . 05. Adam .

★ ! LOVE & DEEPSPACE · 08 <- only permanently

01. Zayne . 02. Xavier . 03. Rafayel . 04. Sylus . 05. Caleb . 06. Luke . 07. Kieran .

WARNING !!

please be aware that if i don't mention someone in a special fandom, that means i will not write for them and if i don't want to write about a certain character i will also not take requests for them !

i recommend you ask me for a request like this; "character" with gn! / fem! reader & then the scenario you have in mind (but u can be as specific as u want!) !

© brazilsho ─ 2024. works i post are not allowed to be translated, stolen, copied, or reposted on other platforms.

[xocelticdarlingxo]

EDITED MARCH 7th, 2023

Ok, so I’ve been so into the omegaverse and Kagehina so I decided to make a one shot. It’s my first one and I’m sorry if it sucks but honestly, I’m very proud of how it came out.

It is a smut so no one under the age of 18 should be reading this. This does take place during the time skip when they are part of their Division 1 teams which are the Schweiden Alders and MSBY Black Jackels if y’all didn’t know. This is also a few weeks after their match against each other.

Now I give you…

‘Kageyama Help Me’

Summary: Hinata starts his heat in the middle of the night and pleads to his alpha to take care of it

Parings: Tobio Kageyama x Shoyo Hinata

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ smut

Rating: NC-17/Mature

Warnings: language, smut, impregnation

Word Count: 900 (I know it’s fairly short but I’m still learning about the omegaverse. I actually would like to write a full story about these two in the omegaverse but I have no ideas 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Hinata woke up in the middle of the night, he was sweltering and very uncomfortable. He kicked off his blankets and got up from the bed and started stripping off his clothes. His breathing soon turned labored and he collapsed to the ground.

The sudden thud woke the alpha in the same bed. “Hinata?!” Kageyama exclaimed in worry and rushed over to his fiancé’s side of bed.

He found his omega collapsed on the ground on his hands and knees stripped from his clothes except for his boxers.

The middle blocker looked up at his setter as he got hit with a strong seductive scent. It was the same as Hinata’s usual scent but a lot sweeter and stronger. Kageyama knew his omega was in heat.

“Haa…K-Kageyama…h-help me.”

“Where are your supplements?”

“I-I…ha…I don’t want them. I-I…want you. Please Kageyama, help me.” Hinata cried.

“What if I knot you though?”

“I don’t care, please just make it stop.” Tears were now streaming down the redhead’s face.

He really wanted Kageyama to take care of him. It took the blue-eyed alpha a moment to think about it but he agreed to help his fiancé.

Kageyama picked up his omega and laid him on the bed and pulled down Hinata’s last article of clothing as his erection sprung out as he was soaked from top to bottom.

“Look how wet you are baby.” Kageyama says and rubs his thumb up and down Hinata’s entrance as his breath hitched.

He rubbed it nice and slow until he slipped two fingers inside his omega. “Ah!” Hinata moaned out as he shivered.

Kageyama wiggled his fingers inside Hinata as he lets out more moans as he made his way up deeper into his partner. “HNGGH!!” Hinata moaned out so loudly as he shuddered.

Let’s hope their neighbors didn’t hear the submissive omega’s moan that just came out of his mouth.

“Guess I went a little too deep...I found your uterus.” Kageyama says, a smug look on his face as he wriggles his fingers against it.

“Aah…ahngh…ha…!” Is all that came out of the male’s voice as his body started trembling. “Kageyama stop teasing me! Please, I need you inside me. I’m begging you.” Hinata pleads to his alpha.

“Begging me huh?” Kageyama says and licks his fingers of Hinata’s slick. “Mmm, so sweet.”

“Please Kageyama fuck me, I’m desperate. Make it stop.” Hinata begs even more, Kageyama was taken aback by the sudden swear word that came out of his omega’s mouth.

He smirked and chuckled, “Well when you talk like that I can’t say no to you.” He tells him and gets off his mate and removes his pants and boxers then spread’s Hinata’s legs apart.

Kageyama then slowly slips his fully erected member inside his partner as they both let out a moan and threw their heads back in ecstasy.

Hinata’s body starts out as a quiver then he starts trembling. Kageyama then presses his lips to his omega in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session as Hinata moans into the kiss and wraps his legs around his alpha for deeper penetration.

Kageyama kept thrusting into him as he kept kissing him with such passion and lust. He then makes his way down his mate’s body with his lips as he licks him from the neck and to his chest, not breaking the sexual interaction between the alpha and omega.

He licked his nipples as Hinata let out some more moans, grabbing handfuls of Kageyama’s hair as he kept doing what he was doing.

He then moved his lips back up to Hinata’s neck and kept on thrusting into him at a perfect pace and perfect angle.

“Ah!! Aaaah!! Anngh!” All that and so much more came out of the omega’s mouth.

“Such sexy little moans coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, let’s hear more but louder. I need you screaming my name.” Kageyama says and thrusts into him deeper and harder hitting his uterus.

“AAHHH! Haa! Ah…Kageyama! Aah…” Hinata moans out as he digs his nails into his alpha’s back being sure to leave scratches.

“Ah! It hurts, it hurts Kageyama.” Hinata cried out as tears ran down his cheeks. “It got bigger…it got bigger inside me.” Hinata also said and that’s when Kageyama realized he knotted his omega.

“Shit…I knotted you, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no it’s ok it just…” Hinata starts as he winces in pain, “hurts…really hurts.”

“I know, I know my love sh…I’m so sorry. Come on, let’s switch positions.” Kageyama says and they switch where Hinata is now on top of him.

He lays his body on his alpha as he cries into him in pain. “Don’t move my love, it’ll get better soon.” Kageyama says stroking his omega’s hair and kisses his head.

The setter and middle blocker just laid like this until morning came. Kageyama sent a text MSBY’s coach and told him that Hinata wasn’t feeling well so he can’t make it to practice.

Kageyama then sent a text to his Schweiden coach and said that he needed to take care of his omega since he wasn’t feeling.

Both coach’s allowed that so the alpha and omega had the day to themselves to recover from what happen last night.

Fin 🧡🏐

And that’s the end of it, I was thinking about writing a part two to this when Hinata finds out he’s pregnant or should I even make him pregnant? What do you guys think?

[plentifulrobin]

Masterlist + Request Details

This Masterlist is to be updated when I finally publish my writes into the world. This masterlist will contain the current characters I will write for as well as what I am comfortable writing (plus my strengths and weaknesses in writing).

Masterlist Haikyuu Hinata Shoyo - Something Super Sweet - Nothing Yet Kageyama Tobio - Nothing Yet Kenma Kozume - Nothing Yet Nishinoya Yu - Nothing Yet Sugawara Kochi - Nothing Yet Morisuke Yaku - Nothing Yet Oikawa Toru - Nothing Yet Kunimi Akira - Nothing Yet MORE TO BE ADDED... Black Butler Sebastian Michealis - Nothing Yet MORE TO BE ADDED... BNHA Bakugo Katsuki - Nothing Yet Midoriya Izuku - Nothing Yet Uraraka Ochaco - Nothing Yet Iida Tenya - Nothing Yet Kaminari Denki - Nothing Yet Monoma Neito - Nothing Yet Aizawa Shota - Nothing Yet MORE TO BE ADDED... IN GENERAL, MORE TO BE ADDED...

REQUEST DETAILS To request, all you have to do is, submit an ask or message me directly. I'll respond as quick as possible, might ask for some details. It may take a few days to a few weeks for me to get your request done (I'm a fulltime college student + I work) so please be patient with me. Here's what I will and won't do. To clarify on Smut (full out), I won't do full out sex or the touching of ones private parts (masturbation ect). However, I'm alright with doing makeout sessions and other things like that. All of the "I won't do" are non-negotiable, meaning I will not negotiate under any circumstance as these are things I am uncomfortable or extremely inexperienced writing and will not under any circumstance write. I will do - Slice Of Life - Fluff - Angst - Tropes (if asked) - All gendered readers - Character x Character - Character x Reader - Sexual Tension - Sub-Dom Dynamics - Vanilla - Love Triangles I won't do - Smut (Full out) - Age gaps - Polyamorous - Mary-Sue readers

I used to write fanfiction and my own stories a lot. I tend to not proof read to if I make any grammatical or spelling errors just know I more than likely didn't check to see if they were there. I will always give backstory on previous relations with characters/bits of backstory if it's an xreader. I struggle a bit with Love Triangles and Other tropes, so keep that in mind. Thank you.

[dontattackmeplease]

hinata shoyo x f!reader

tw > cock ring use, overstimulation, darcryphillia, bondage, fingering

wc <

a/n ~ it is not proof read, thanks for reading! submit some shit in my asks. cmon im boredddd

everyone knew about them.

everyone knew how much they hated each other. proved with how many insults went back and forth between them.

everyone knew they were nothing alike. her, bad grades, smokes and skips classes. him, good grades, clean and a volleyball addict.

her hair a fake black, his a natural orange. she wore all black no matter the weather, he wore casual outfits depending on the weather.

everyone knew about their hatred for each other but no one knew why that hatred was there.

no one knew what they did.

no one knew about their late night escapades.

no one knew about her breath lingering on his face as he edged her into overstimulation.

[ "shoyo" she breathed lowly.

he felt it linger and the pit of his stomach heat up in lust and something else he couldn't figure it out.

he twitched his fingers as she whined at the burning sensation of being in this position for over 2 hours.

"cmon pretty girl, a little while longer then I'll praise you" ]

no one knew the days where he was crying as she ground on his cock while he was wearing a cock ring.

[ she was cruel.

there he sat in all his smooth tanned skin glory tied up against the bed rail, crying at the his orgasm that keeps disappearing.

"aww poor baby, why are you crying. do you need to cum that much? hmm" he cried more and nodded pathetically. "we can't have that now can we" she moved her hips more roughly and managed to graze the tip of his dick that she was originally avoiding.

he whined and jutted his hips to get more friction, to which she stopped moving and grabbed his chin.

"dont think about moving baby" ]

no one knew they both begged each other for release... and then denying.

{her}

[ "shoyo please" she pleaded as her tears cascaded down her face.

he couldn't help but find that so pretty as she begged to cum, twitching and trembling beneath him.

he cooed in her ear but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hips flush against her. her eyes rolled back into her head as the tip of his cock nestled in the neck of her womb.

"you cock - hungry slut, i told you to wait, your in for it now bitch" he feigned his anger and grabbed her neck.

he never acted like this, she was surprised but it was good ]

{him}

[ he trembled beneath her as she sighed from her orgasm. he twitched pathetically yet glared at her with such intensity a shiver ran up her spine.

"glare at me again and I'll leave you like this"

she smirked at the helplessness when she started getting off him. she praised on how pretty he looked beneath her. the bind that held his hands together was teared and he flipped her over.

"you look pretty under me too" he slammed his hips into her, the warmth of the cavern that he was neglected by, caused him to groan. "your in for it now princess" ]

no one knew about how much they hated that they loved being each others embraces.

he didnt know that she lied.

[ "i hate you" ]

she didnt know that he lied.

[ "i hate you too" ]

but they wanted it to stay that way...

[chaoticevilorange]

Haikyuu

Haikyuu boys x reader scenarios

Videogames: fight games

Taking care of his s/o

Slow dancing with his s/o

Rainy days

Taking care of you during your period

Watching an episode without him

Caught in the rain

Soft kisses

Little accident

Stealing kisses

Stealing time (slight NSFW)

He gets sick

Romance movie cliché

His s/o having weird manners

Comforting his s/o after a nightamare

Reactions to getting piercings

You sleep at his place for 1st time

Jealous hq boys (highschool steamy edition)

Watching a sad movie with you

What kind of thirst trap does he sends you

He and his team see you play

Asking you to move in with them

How he acts after he realises he’s falling for you

Playing among us with the haikyuu boys

Colombian or hispanic s/o short drabbles

His s/o gives him a love bite

You walk on them while they change (as friends)

He walks on you while you change (as friends)

You kiss him in front of his team

First thing in the morning

What domestic chore he hates most

First time spending the night with you

He realises he’s falling for you

They watch a scary movie with you

Jealous hq boys (time skip steamy edition)

You ask if he can help you with your sunblock

You smack his ass (suggestive)

They wake up on your chest

They catch you staring

Cuddling sessions

First kiss

They help you to study

Falling asleep on their lap

Special events

500 followers: MSBY Proposal

400 followers: first time (slight nfsw)

300 followers: Inarizaki´s new addition

Shiratorizawa´s sweet/badass manager

Captains as husbands; Daichi, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita

His s/o calling them petnames for the first time (only nekoma)

200 followers: Day off

Kabedon scenarios: Ushijima, Sakusa and Suna

100 followers: How he reacts to you calling him “husband”

Friendship headcanons; being childhood friends with the twins

Chat: Miya twins

Chat: Kageyama & Daichi

Characters hc and one shots

Tsukishima Kei:

Steps back

Tsukishima Kei x reader

Suna Rintarō:

Suna Rintaro x reader

Where he left you

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Manhandled

Visiting your family (fem spanish/latin s/o)

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader fluff

His s/o is a heat thief

Kita Shinsuke:

His to love (smut)

Kita Shinsuke x reader fluff

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Interview

How he reacts when someone kiss your forehead

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader fluff

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Love is blindness

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro x reader fluff

Miya Atsumu:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

You didn’t knew he was a volleyball player (time skip Atsumu)

Friends to lovers headcanons

Late valentine’s day

Miya Osamu:

Osamu Miya x reader

Osamu x reader fluff request

Hinata Shoyo:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

Hinata Shoyo x reader fluff

Kenma Kozume:

Special request : he visits you in the hospital

Kenma Kozume x reader fluff

Oikawa Tōru:

Jealous

Oikawa Toru x Gn!reader

Various

Asahi Azumane x reader

Daichi Sawamura x reader

Nishinoya Yū x reader

Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Satori Tendou x reader

Sugawara Kōshi x reader

Akaashi Keiji x reader

Tobio Kageyama x reader

I think that’s all, if you notice the fanfic or hc doesnt matches the redirected URL please let me know! 😉✨

Thanks for reading! 🐨✨💖

[bunny-jpeg]

                                                 U・x・U

hey everyone, your favourite floppy eared writer here! i’ve finally come up with a list of what i’m willing to writing to prompt people to send me ideas (yay!). 

currently i’m open to writing for haikyuu, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, and some k-pop. basically this blog is a read at your own risk, read what you like or maybe try something new and always remember, read the tags. 

listed below are the characters/people i’ll write for! the ones in italics i’m especially interested in writing.

haikyuu: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yu nishinoya, ryūnosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukshima, tadashi yamaguchi, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke, toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentaro kyotani, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, takanobu aone, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendo, kiyoomi sakusa, shinsuke kita, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shugo meian, keishin ukai

demon slayer: giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima

my hero academia: keigo takami (hawks), enji todoroki (endeavor), dabi, shota aizawa (eraserhead), toshinori yagi (all might), taishiro toyomitsu (fat gum), hizashi yamada (present mic)

chainsaw man: aki hayakawa, captain kishibe 

jujustu kaisen: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna

others: hatake kakashi (naruto), roronoa zoro (one piece), kojiro nanjo/joe (sk8)

k-pop: kim seok-jin (jin), min yoongi (suga),jung ho-seok (j-hope), kim namjoon (rm), park jimin (jimin), kim taehyung (v), jeon jungkook (jungkook), lee hoseok (wonho)

i am open to writing smut, fluff, angst, combinations of them. long fics, short fics. i try to focus on one character/person per post, but i am willing to make the same idea work for multiple characters/people. i specialize in daddy kink though, so i will write all the daddy kink you’d ever want. all i ask is nothing with minors, for example all the haikyuu characters are aged up to their present selves, roughly in their mid twenties. 

i write male, female, gender neutral readers, along with readers of colour and plus size readers! i also do polyam relationships. i’m flexible with what you, the reader, want to see. 

so please, send me ideas! i’d love to hear from you so i can write and post more!

that’s all from your local rabbit, i’ll see you in the inbox and on my next post! be safe and stay sexy.

xoxo, bunny

                                                U・x・U

[kurosukii]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

pairing: hinata shoyo x f!reader

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

genre: smut, strangers to lovers au, timeskip au

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

word count: 4.7k

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

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

º thank you @karasunowo for beta reading <33

[7:12 PM]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“have room for one more cock, princesa?”

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kinktober 2021 day 9 - public sex

hinata shoyo x fem! reader

wc: 2k

summary: you and hinata break away from your friends to enjoy each other in a dark corner of the club

cw: SMUT (public sex, exibition, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie), use of pet name puppy

a/n: this was supposed to be his birthday fic but its very very late lmao.

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The pounding of the bass vibrates through your chest as Hinata grabs your hand and pulls you onto the crowded dance floor with a devilish smile while the rest of the group follows suit.

Karasuno reunions were always like this, no matter where they take place — karaoke bars, paintball ranges, escape rooms — chaos always following just behind. And tonight is no different, the fun, chaotic vibe is already amping up everyone’s emotions.

Tanaka and Nishinoya bounce around on their heels, one arm wrapping around whoever is closest to them, sharing their unhinged energy until the other person is just as hyped up.

Tsukishima bobs his head to the music, pretending not to laugh at Tadashi and Yachi as they link arms and dance in a circle around him.

Sugawara and Asahi have to pull Daichi out to dance, urging him to let loose and have fun with the others. You can hear Suga yell, “Drop the dad mode”, over the music and it makes you laugh.

You wrap your arms around Hinata’s neck pulling him close so you don't have to shout as loud, “Hey! Where's Kags?”

Hinata's nostrils flare as you ask about his best friend. It shouldn't make him upset, but he sees the way Kageyama looks at you: the lust that clouds his eyes when you enter a room. You’re his girlfriend and Tobio needs to get over his little crush on you. Now.

“He’ll be here later, don't worry about it!” Hinata shouts back before he continues dancing to the music, willing himself to forget about anything that isn't this moment with you.

As the night gets later and later, a few of your friends start to leave, but you and Hinata remain on the dance floor, only taking a few water breaks before diving back, getting lost to the world in a sea of nameless people.

You lose track of your remaining friends when the mood on the dance floor shifts, the DJ playing less pop hits and instead spinning sultry bass that ignites a spark within you.

The change in music also signals a shift in Hinata as he pulls you closer to him, your back against his chest as his strong fingers grip onto your hips while he grinds into your ass.

He pulls you flush against him, his body rolling into yours to the beat as his lips find purchase on your neck, kissing at your pulse and causing you to gasp. As your head spins, one of your hands snakes into his hair and your body arches, pressing more of your ass into him.

His hands trails up your body, his fingertips ghosting over your clothes that are starting to feel too hot on your skin, until one of his hands is wrapped around your neck, gently pressing down, controlling you.

A small moan escapes you and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. The hand that is wrapped around your throat angles your head forcing you to look into his eyes.

His pupils are blown wide, as his gaze darts between your eyes and lips before settling on your eyes. His gaze is hungry and all consuming. You can see the lust flicker behind his eyes like flames as he continues to grind his hips against you.

If his heat is a flame, you're the moth drawn to him. His touch leaves you begging for more, your head heavy with bass and the smell of sweat, but here and now you don't care.

He pulls your face closer to his until you are just a breath away; his lips playfully graze over yours, giving you the slightest bit of contact. You chase his lips as he pulls away, teasing you, but you can't help but play right into his hands when he has you so addicted to his touch.

His body guides you as the two of you move together to the beat and when the bass drops, he crashes his lips into yours.

You spin your body around in his hold without breaking the kiss; your lips moving in tandem with your body to the beat as Hinata’s hands move back down to your hips. You can feel bruises forming with how tight his hold is, but you don't care at the moment.

You grind against him and feel his bulge press against you, and the heady feeling in your chest only lets you kiss him harder. The heat of your bodies together makes you forget all reason as the two of you make out on the dance floor surrounded by a sea of strangers.

You pull away from him just enough to whisper in his ear, “Sho, I want you so bad. Let's go home.”

He furrows his brows at you, "You expect me to walk home, with you looking like that?" He shakes his head at your questioning look, before leaning over and growling in your ear. “I have a better idea.”

He grabs your hand and leads you off the packed dance floor and towards an empty booth in a dark corner of the club.

“You looked so sexy dancing with my hand around your throat, puppy,” he says into your ear, pulling you into the booth with him, “but I bet you’ll look even better stuffed with my cock.”

He pulls you into his lap, guiding your legs so that you're straddling him before he starts kissing you deeply. His hands play with the hem of your skirt before his hands rub your thighs, drawing a whimper from you.

“Please,” you gasp into his mouth when you feel his cock throb against your inner thigh.

His hand reaches between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your underwear, right over your clit, making you moan a little too loud for his liking.

“Puppy,” he whines, “you have to be quiet for me, okay?”

You nod, but when he pulls your underwear aside and pushes two fingers into your sopping cunt, you can't help but let out a needy moan for more.

He pulls his fingers out of you, spreading his fingers apart to watch your slick cling to his fingers, “You're so wet for me already, but you need to be quiet,” he says in a stern voice.

He opens your mouth with his thumb and sticks his fingers inside as you lick and suck at them, tasting your own essence and moaning around his fingers. He presses down on your tongue while his other hand is busy undoing the button of his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out.

You whimper as he teases the tip of his cock through your soaking folds before he starts to kiss at your neck again. He angles his hips, causing his cock to catch on your fluttering hole and he can't help but push inside of you, biting down on your neck to keep himself quiet.

His eyes flutter at the feeling of your warm walls caging him in, and he feels so intoxicated by you. The only thoughts he has are of you, your cunt, the way you're sucking on his fingers, and the way you just can't seem to keep quiet.

Your pathetic whimpers fill the air and if the music wasn't so loud, maybe he would actually care, but right now the only thing he wants is your cum dripping down his cock.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, choosing instead to grab onto your ass and dragging you up and down on his cock.

You feel so good, so good. Hinata uses your body like his own personal toy as his cock drags against your walls. You try your best to keep moving your body, but the blazing heat rushing through you makes your head spin higher and higher.

You can’t believe that you’re here, fucking him in the corner of this club, and it feels so fucking good. His cock plunges into you over and over again, aiming right into your sweet spot and it has you creaming on his cock in record time. An orgasm racing through you harder than ever before.

You bite into Hinata’s shoulder to try and silence yourself, but you cant help but moan for him and his thick fucking cock.

Your pussy milks his cock, but he is relentless, keeping up his pace and moaning at every clench of your walls around him. That is, until he catches something out of the corner of his eyes.

From across the room Hinata locks eyes with Kageyama.

There's no way that he can't tell what's going on; not even Kageyama is that dense.

Kageyama’s eyes don't move from the two of you. It does something to Hinata’s head, knowing that Tobio is here watching you bounce on his cock. You’re Hinata’s, and only his, so maybe now he will stop looking at you, stop asking about you.

“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. “Do you like the idea of someone finding us here? Hmm? Does my little puppy want to be seen bouncing on my cock?”

You nod your head, your mind too far gone to even really process his words as you continue to bounce on his cock.

Your legs are almost ready to give out; you don't know how much longer you can keep riding him, and it’s almost like Hinata reads your mind. He grips your waist harder, stilling you above him before he leans back and starts to use all of his leg muscles to pound into your sloppy cunt.

He pounds into you hard and fast, his eyes concentrated on something over your shoulder, but you can't miss the way he bites his lips while bucking up into you, his breath coming out in pants, faster and faster. It's all too much.

His hips stutter into you and you feel yourself so close to the edge again as he furrows his brows in concentration. You know he's close so you move your hand to your clit, wanting nothing more than to come with him.

The friction on your swollen clit combined with his thrusts has your back arching, and you feel yourself blown to the heavens when Shoyo cums inside you with a moan of your name. The air around you is so hot it's hard to breathe, but you come down slowly as Hinata’s cock stays buried in your walls.

You can feel his cum slide out of you, against him, and he smiles as you do in fact drip slick onto his balls.

He wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your neck.

“Oh my god,” he pants, as you nod your head, still far too fucked out to respond to him.

After a few moments of him rubbing your back and whispering in your ear, he helps you put your skirt back in place and you help him redo your pants, sharing a giggle about what just happened.

Bonus:

You find the rest of your friends near the bar; Yachi and Yamiguchi trying to decide what drinks to get while Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Kageyama all take a break from dancing at a tall bar table.

“Hey guys! We’re going to get going now,” Hinata interrupts them, pulling you close to him with an arm around your shoulder.

“Alright! See you guys next time! Drive safe,” Suga replies as everyone else chimes in with their goodbyes. Well… everyone except Kageyama. He won't even meet your eyes and you swear you can see his ears turn pink, but under the lights, it's hard to tell.

Hinata leads you towards the exit and you can't help but feel tendrils of shame coil in your stomach when you ask, “Do you- do you think Tobio saw us?”

Hinata quirks an eyebrow at you, “Saw us? No way. Come on, let's get you home.”

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A Hell of a Good Start

Pairing: Kageyama x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Fluff and Smut, Insecure reader, Kageyama is a socially awkward sweetheart

Summary: It's hard not to feel self-conscious when your boyfriend is arguably one of Japan's most attractive professional athletes. But Kageyama is there to prove that there's absolutely nothing for you to be insecure about. 

A/N: Dedicating this to @shoyokuns for all the bullying I've put her through since April Fool's 🤣😘

It was only hours after the handsome dark haired man stuttered out some words and chucked a canned latte in your hands, shoving a crumpled piece of paper in your hands, that you realized you had been asked out. And even then you could hardly believe your eyes as you stared at the numerical digits and name scrawled across the receipt. 

Kageyama Tobio 

He’s a regular at your cafe and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t taken notice of him. How could you not when he towers above most other Japanese citizens, striking blue eyes and muscular body attracting the attention of many others than just yourself. And if his physical appearance alone wasn’t enough for him to stand out, his usual order definitely would have definitely seared itself into your mind as unusual. 

When you had first seen the scowl that seemed to be glued on his face, you had been ready to just pour a hot cup of black coffee. So imagine your surprise when he orders the sweetest latte on the menu, requesting extra milk despite the fact that the white liquid already makes up most of said drink. But oddly it makes sense as he shyly mutters a thank you in a low gruff voice and you realize that he’s just been cursed by a bad case of RBF.  

It just makes sense to start having longer small talks and conversations with him, considering how you see him everyday, and although it’s usually fairly one-sided, with little nods of affirmation and grunts of acknowledgement from your customer, you find yourself enjoying his company. 

You’ve always been told you’re too nosy and curious for your own good, but one day you can’t help but ask about the sports duffel he carries with him all the time, blinking with wide eyes and shaking your head side to side when he gapes at you, incredulously asking you if you really don’t recognize the team name or logo. The two of you once again have a one-sided conversation, but this time it’s you silently listening and learning, staring at him in amazed amusement as he rambles on and on about volleyball and the Schweiden Adlers. And maybe, just maybe, you can feel a little flutter in your heart as you listen to him go on and on, passion and love evident in his gleaming eyes. 

Sports have never been a big part of your life, but you find yourself leaving the volleyball channel on in the background whenever you’re home after that encounter, almost tripping over yourself to get to your couch when you hear Kageyama’s name announced on television, jaw dropping in disbelief when you see ad after ad of reputable companies and famous products using him to market their goods. Turns out your new acquaintance is a much much bigger deal than you had thought. 

You tell yourself that what you feel for him is just a little work crush, just a temporary thing that will fade away over time. But it doesn’t, only getting stronger as he begins to open up, beaming in excitement when you shyly tell him you watched some of his matches on TV and although you don’t really understand the sport, you think he looked pretty amazing on the court. It’s easy to believe and hope that it’s mutual interest, when it’s just the two of you alone in that small cafe, but every time you see his face in magazines and billboards across the city, reality sinks in, and you shove your feelings deep down. What could a professional athlete possibly see in you? 

A lot more than you had thought, you realize, as you shakily save the digits to your phone, praying to anyone who’s listening that this isn’t just a cruel prank when you press the call button, almost dropping your device in relieved surprise when a familiar voice greets you over the line. 

The rest is history as you begin to attend his matches in person and are officially introduced to his teammate, Ushijima Wakatoshi, leaving you wondering if social awkwardness is contagious, but heart warming from your first video chat with Hinata Shoyo, your boyfriend’s best friend, although Kageyama would rather have a ball spiked to his head before ever referring to the orange-haired athlete as such. 

Your relationship is sweet, albeit chaotic at times as both of you learn the ropes of dating each other. It never ceases to amaze you that despite how fiery and commanding your lover is on the court, he’s truly a lost puppy just trying to do his best in your dating life. Thank God for how genuine and pure his intentions are, how he never leaves you in doubt about how much he loves and cares for you, even if his actions and words don’t always portray it. And you let out a fond yet exasperated chuckle every time he puts his foot in his mouth around you, giggling in amusement when he immediately tries to backtrack, stuttering and tripping over his words as he tries to apologize and retry wording his compliments and concerns. 

But unlike his social mishaps, his physical aptitude seems to stretch farther than just the court and you’re left a flustered mess when calloused hands so naturally find themselves interlaced with yours, when a broad chest is pulling you in for a hug almost like second nature. There’s not a single bit of hesitation or timidness as he holds you close, easily burying his face and nose in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your presence. And this time it’s him who leads the charge as soothing affectionate caresses become more intimate and sensual, until you’re tumbling into bed with him one night. 

Kageyama doesn’t have a ton of experience, but what he lacks in that department, he more than makes up for with natural instincts and sharp calculating eyes. It’s almost unreal how attune he is to every little sound and movement you make, discovering places inside and outside of you that even you didn’t know could make you react so viscerally. But you’re thankful for his naivety, thankful he never thinks to question why you always insist on keeping the lights off, why you always distract him when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, why you always position yourself so that your stomach and face are turned away from him as he takes you from behind.  

It’s hard not to be insecure about your body when you’re around a professional athlete like Kageyama and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it other than to make sure you’re staying healthy when he questions what you eat, know that he loves how you look regardless of the fact that you’re nowhere near as in shape as he is. But when you see the pretty fangirls who fawn over your boyfriend, when you see the gorgeous models he poses with in advertisements, it’s impossible not to compare. And when the both of you are naked and you see his rippling muscles and Adonis-like figure, all your self-doubts bubble to the surface, boiling and burning you in their wake. 

He thinks these things are just your preference and he wants nothing more than to make sure you feel as comfortable and good as possible, so he follows your lead, hands immediately shying away from your shirt when you bring his hands to grope your breasts from over the fabric and ignoring the pout playing on his lips when he can’t see you as clearly as he wants in the dim lighting. 

But when he begins to practice with the Japan national team, quietly sipping on his own drink as his teammates get drunk and rowdy at a team happy hour one night, he furrows his brows questioningly as Atsumu and Bokuto ramble on about their sex lives. It’s no surprise to anyone, himself included, that Atsumu prefers it wild in bed, testing out and experimenting with different positions. But what does surprise him is when Bokuto emphatically shakes his head and excitedly rants about how underrated good old vanilla missionary sex is, how there’s something so intimate and beautiful about being able to stare into each other’s eyes as you make love to each other, only to be lightheartedly jeered at and teased for being a romantic by some members of the team. 

Yet Kageyama doesn’t pay them any mind, too focused on trying to piece together this new piece of information he’s learned. Missionary? Looking at each other’s faces? Romantic? Intimate? He had assumed that it wasn’t something people liked. You certainly didn’t seem to enjoy the position or eye contact during sex in general. But Bokuto’s eyes had literally sparkled as he had shouted about it and you had always fondly told Kageyama in secret what a romantic sap the owl-like man is. Had he been reading your signals and body language wrong all this time? Were you not enjoying the intimate nights you spent together? 

No, that can’t be true and he flushes a bit, remembering your pretty whimpers and lewd moans he’d dragged out of you, the screaming of his name as your body convulsed around him. No, you have been feeling good. He does make you feel good! But then why...why does it feel like he’s missing something? 

He’s never been subtle and it’s obvious he’s still deep in thought when he retires to his shared hotel room with Iwaizumi. The green-eyed trainer stares at the setter curiously, unsure whether or not to directly question Kageyama about what’s bothering him. They’ve become much closer ever since reconnecting on the national team and Iwaizumi is fond of the younger man, despite Oikawa’s squawking and whining whenever he even hears the ex-Karasuno setter’s name. But despite their new blossoming friendship, some things don’t change. Kageyama and Iwaizumi have always erred on the more reserved side of the social scale, so the spiky haired ex-ace resigns to stay silent, allowing the setter to come to him as he wishes. 

Except Kageyama approaches much sooner than he thought he would and Iwaizumi is stunned speechless by the blunt wording and topic of his question. 

“Does your girlfriend like missionary sex?” 

There’s silence as blue and green eyes just stare at each other, one pair laced with steely resolve, the other filled with shock and confusion. In any other scenario, Iwaizumi would wonder if this was a joke, maybe even be affronted and scowl at how rude and personal the question is. And yet, as he scans Kageyama over, sees the genuine curiosity and determination in his eyes, he just sighs, wondering how he managed to end up being the trainer of so many social deviants. 

“Yes, sometimes.” 

“How often do you guys have missionary sex?”

“Are you- Are you taking notes?!”

There’s wrestling, some grunts and growling, a smack on the head, and then there’s silence as Iwaizumi questioningly looks at the younger athlete who’s rubbing his sore forehead, silently demanding answers as he holds the pad of paper and pen Kageyama had been dutifully writing on hostage. He wonders if maybe he should take it easy on him, almost considering this a lost cause, but then words are spilling out of Kageyama’s mouth and he quietly listens, a small knowing smile slipping on his face as the setter nervously explains everything, blushing as he discusses his sex life with his ex-senpai. And then it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to talk, and Kageyama hopefully smiles at the older man when the trainer grins at him, clamping a strong hand on his shoulder reassuringly, telling him that he just needs to talk to you about it and that he’s sure everything will be just fine once you two discuss it over. 

But he is a bit confused by the last word of advice his senpai gives him. 

“And Kageyama, make sure you remind your girlfriend that you think she’s beautiful.” 

Of course you’re beautiful. Perfect, really. Why would he need to tell you that? Isn’t it obvious?

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, an amused grin on his face when he sees the clear confusion on Kageyama’s face at his parting words. But he sleeps easy, confident that the two of you will be just fine.  

You’re not sure what’s transpired at Kageyama’s latest training camp with the Japan national team, but you can feel your lover’s eyes practically piercing you with how hard they study you, relentlessly trailing your figure, an unsaid question heavy in the air. The tension is thick and you tiptoe around the elephant in the room, wondering exactly what has your boyfriend so on edge and just when it becomes unbearable, just when you’re about to confront him directly, he moves first and it takes every reflex you have not to drop the cup of water you have in your hand. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

Kageyama is not expecting or ready for the torrential flood that is now running from your eyes and all he can do is rush towards you, clutching you tightly in his arms, apologizing profusely (although he’s unsure exactly what he should be sorry about). But blubbered words escape alongside the salty tears and the athlete listens to every syllable, arms almost crushing you, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin, his own heart shattering when he hears the self-doubt and self-hate you’ve been suffering through alone. And soon both of you are sobbing messes as Kageyama tells you over and over again how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, how he loves you just the way you are, repeating himself until his throat is sore and you’re pushing the glass of water you had set aside to his dry lips. 

This time as he gently pulls you with him towards your shared bedroom, he adjusts the lights until he can clearly see you, slowly coaxing you with reassuring kisses and tender caresses until he feels the tension in your shoulders relax. Neither of you can keep count of just how many times Kageyama tells you how beautiful you are, but it’s never enough for your greedy praise-starved ears and he softly smiles at how you seem to relax and melt more and more into his touches with every praise that falls from his lips. He doesn’t stop praising you as he gradually pushes the fabric of your shirt up, only pausing to intimately kiss, taste, and touch every inch of newly exposed skin he’s privy to. But then there’s silence when he finally hooks the material off of you and he just stares, breath caught in his chest as he takes in the sight of you laid completely bare before him for the first time. 

Your hands move to cover yourself, face turning away, unable to hold his intense gaze, feeling so vulnerable and exposed. But your neck whips back to look above you when calloused hands carefully, but firmly grasp your wrists, laying them back down besides you, eyes still roaming over your naked figure. Your heart races at the love and hunger you see in cobalt eyes and suddenly you can’t tear your eyes away from him, lost in endless blue. 

It’s almost sinful how good it feels, how much more sensual the slowness and explorative nature of your skin on skin dance feels and you curse yourself for having denied yourself this pleasure all this time as Kageyama’s lips swallow your hardened nipples, hot tongue circling and lapping at the sensitive bud, sucking in a way that has you writhing underneath him, whimpering when you see hazy blue eyes lustfully studying you. And when he finally enters you after what feels like a lifetime of foreplay and teasing, your body more riled up than it’s ever been, humiliating whines for more slipping past your lips, too filled with desire to be even remotely self-conscious, you swear you almost cum just from his cock sliding balls deep inside of you. 

The two of you have arguably done filthier things, his cock reaching even deeper inside of you when he has you on all fours doggy-style underneath him, when you’re riding on top of him in reverse cowgirl. But as your eyes lock onto each other while you’re connected below, both of you can’t deny that there’s a new level of intimacy, of arousal, that makes even the most minute movements feel amplified, every shift of hips and the slightest brushes of skin against skin flooding both of you with dizzying pleasure. 

There’s no rush or urgency to completion like there normally is when the two of you chase your ends and it’s a slow and gradual crescendo, every note and every key painstakingly and reverently played. Hips slowly grind against each other, Kageyama’s cock dragging against your sopping wet walls, lips melding against each other as you languidly kiss each other all the while. You can feel a powerful buildup rising inside of you, something fuller, more overwhelming than even the mind blowing pleasure Kageyama always bestows upon you. And when he pulls his mouth away from yours, laces his fingers with yours as his hips begin to increase their pace, snapping harder as he feels his own end approaching, he bends down and murmurs into your ear, a mantra of how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. 

That’s all it takes, that low baritone voice filling your senses, his words the last push you need. You’re free falling, convulsing, gripping him tightly, walls clamping down around his pistoning cock and he loses any control or restraint he had as he desperately observes you, trying to brand every twitch of your face, every sound you make into his memory. If he thought you were beautiful before, you’re absolutely breathtaking like this, a face expression so purely filled with your essence, so raw, so unimpeded by any inhibitions. And he joins you over that pleasurable cliff, ignorant of how your own eyes just as greedily take in the sight of his chiseled face contorted in bliss, Adama’s apple on full display as he throws his head back. 

The two of you bask in the post-coital haze, bodies feeling boneless as Kageyama carefully lays slightly to the side of you, lower bodies still intimately connected, one of his legs thrown over yours as he affectionately holds your still trembling body to his, both of you panting and melting into the cushioned mattress. It feels safe and comforting in his arms and you allow yourself to nuzzle even closer to him, almost sinking into his warmth and letting exhaustion overtake you. 

But as the leftover tendrils of pleasure begin to fade away, your senses become more alert and you nervously bite your lower lip, the exposed nature of your still naked figure suddenly all too apparent to you. You subtly reach for the blankets, trying not to accidentally awaken the slumbering man still tucked against you as you attempt to cover yourself, eyes darting around for your clothes, desperate to hide yourself and shield your body from view once again. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just change overnight after all. 

You’re so focused on your tasks at hand that you don’t notice blue eyes blearily blinking, trying to make sense of all the little shuffling that had awakened him. But you yelp when you’re suddenly made immobile by two strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you snugly against a toned chest once more. 

“Tobio! Let me go put on pajamas at least.”

You flush when Kageyama pointedly stares down at his own completely naked body before staring at yours, a deadpan expression on his face as he inquisitively gazes at you. 

“I- Uh...I’m cold! Yeah, I’m cold-”

There’s nothing convincing in your tone as you stammer out the excuse, too embarrassed to voice the real reason out loud when Kageyama had done nothing but reassure you and make you feel like the most stunning woman in the world, even if it was just temporary. But before you can spiral any further, your thoughts are cut off by a fluffy comforter blanketing and enveloping both Kageyama and you, the setter already re-closing his eyes after deeming you sufficiently tucked in and “covered”, although your self-consciousness begs to differ as your bare skin brushes against your lover. 

You open your mouth to protest, but as if sensing your thoughts, one blue eye peeks open and you’re silenced by a stern “go to sleep”, strong arms wrapping around you even more tightly than before, keeping you still. And you can’t help but smile, shaking your head in fond exasperation as Kageyema’s stubbornness wins out over any self-doubt festering inside of you this time around, letting yourself find peace and security in his arms. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just go away overnight, but this is a hell of a good start.

[seijorhi]

insidious

Hinata Shoyo x female reader (+ Miya Atsumu x female reader)

tw dub-con/non-con, yandere, voyeurism, nsfw, smut but like just a sprinkle

Atsumu’s never considered himself much of a relationship guru, but surely he can’t be the only one who notices there’s something real fuckin’ weird about your relationship with Hinata.

Admittedly, the first few times he met you, he wasn’t paying all that much attention. Sure, you were hot, and he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t snuck a peek every now and then; but his focus has always been on the game, on his teammates. On himself as a setter. It’s why he’s got a strict no girlfriends policy during the season. Atsumu doesn’t do distractions.

And he likes Hinata. On the court, the little dude’s a monster for him to unleash and he’d love him for that alone, but somehow despite being a 5’7” excitable ball of crazy intensity off the court as well, the redhead’s impossible not to get along with. 

There’s a few guys on the team that have partners – fuck, Meian’s even married, his wife five months pregnant with their second kid. But it doesn’t hit him until maybe three or so weeks after Hinata joins the team that he’s never seen any of them (or the ones that came before them) show up at every single training session. 

You do. 

Rain, hail or shine, no matter how early Hinata starts or how late he stays, you’re there, sitting in the stands, just… watching. It’s not a bad thing exactly. He knows Bo thinks it’s cute, gets all moony eyed and sappy about it and Hinata certainly doesn’t seem bothered by it, beaming up at you after every point scored, every successful spike, every receive. 

But it’s just– they train six days a week. It’s long hours and a lot of it’s just drills and exercising till they’re dead on the floor, and even hardcore volleyball fans would find it boring to sit through day in and day out. You don’t take a book or sit there on your phone; you just watch idly as they train. 

Day in, day out. 

There ain’t a rule against it; their practices are closed to the public but the team have a few passes they can hand around on the odd occasion. It’s more of an unspoken understanding; you can invite who you want, so long as you’re focused and they don’t make a fuss.

You never do though, quiet as a mouse as you wait for Hinata to finish up. 

“Don’tcha think it’s weird though?” he asks Sakusa one afternoon, wiping the sweat from his brow as he watches Hinata slump down beside you after practice wraps up, pulling you into a nuzzling embrace.

Sakusa makes a noncommittal noise, but dark eyes regard the two of you nonetheless. “She moved with him from Brazil, didn’t she?” 

Atsumu shrugs, “And?”

“She doesn’t have any friends or family here, no roots, no job, just Hinata,” he says – slowly, like Atsumu’s an idiot. 

And he tries to put himself in your shoes for a minute, imagine what it would be like to follow someone halfway across the world (further actually, because he’s pretty sure you weren’t from Brazil to begin with) but it’s not the same. Even without Samu, or his friends or his family, even in a country with weird customs and a language that wasn’t his own, Atsumu’s always been good at finding his feet. 

But he supposes he can understand why you cling to Hinata. Though it’s really more a case of Hinata clinging to you, ‘cause whenever he turns around, it’s the redhead who’s the one all over you, pulling you into cuddles, twining his fingers with yours, peppering your face with butterfly kisses. Like he’ll just die if he’s not touching you every second you’re together.

It’s either sickeningly cute or revoltingly excessive, and for the life of him Atsumu can’t figure out which. 

You’d think it’s his first relationship or something, that he’s stuck in some weird puppy love honeymoon phase, but from what he’s heard the two of you have been together for years now – that’s just the way Hinata is, apparently.

He shouldn’t be too surprised; the guy’s always first in line to jump on his back or try and tackle him to the floor after any successful play. Between him and Bokuto, he’s got more bruises littered over his body than a linebacker, but they’re a tactile team, and he usually gives as good as he gets. 

You’re not one for excessive PDA though. You never fight against the overbearing affection, don’t shrug it off or shrink away – at least, not from what he’s noticed – but Atsumu hasn’t seen you initiate anything more than a quick peck to his cheek when Hinata’s got you all bundled up in his arms.

And he gets that not every relationship has to be equal in that sense, different love languages and all that crap, but while you don’t fight it, you never seem… entirely comfortable with it either. Not in the ‘stop, we’re in public, please don’t’ kinda way, but–

He can’t put a finger on it. 

You smile at Hinata, cheer when he scores, let him pet and kiss and pull you around wherever he wants, but you never seem to relax properly, and it bothers him. He doesn’t know why it bothers him.

If he hadn’t met you, hadn’t known that you’d been with Hinata since he was dirt poor and moonlighting as a delivery boy in Brazil, he’d be tempted to think that you were only in it for the money. It’s not a bad plan, as far as these things go – find some up and coming athlete to place all your bets on, get him wrapped around your finger before success goes to his head. And he doesn’t know you all that well and has absolutely zero fucking justification to back it up, but you don’t strike him as the money hungry type.

You don’t strike him as anything, and maybe that’s part of the issue.

Hinata’s like a sun; he’s gonna eclipse anyone standing too close. That’s normal. The team; him and Sakusa, Bokuto, the others – they have their own talents to stand on, to push through and shine on their own, but you… 

Fuck, why does it even matter?

Why does it bother him? It ain’t his relationship. You never complain, you make Hinata happy – he’d have to be blind not to see how much that guy loves you – and he dotes on you, spoils the shit out of you, so why can’t he shake this feeling in his gut that something ain’t right there?

It ain’t his relationship, and Atsumu’s not stupid enough to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

It ain’t his relationship.

It’s not, and he has more important things to focus his time and energy on.

You aren’t his problem. Fuck, you’ve barely spoken more than a few sentences to him! There’s no reason for why he can’t get you and your stupid relationship with his wing spiker outta his mind. 

“Just admit ya wanna fuck her and stop bitchin’ about it,” Samu groans one night when Atsumu stops by the restaurant after training. “Yer looking for a problem between the two of them so ya don’t feel guilty about it.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Shut yer trap, wouldja, Samu? I said it ain’t like that!”

He’s not gonna stand there and deny that he thinks you’re hot, but that’s not what this is about. Never has been. 

It’s quiet between them for a moment, Atsumu angrily stabbing at the onigiri on his plate, but he feels it when Osamu looks at him. Really looks, dark eyes flickering across his face, reading him like an open book. Samu might enjoy giving him shit and winding him up just for the sake of it, but there’s nobody on earth who knows him better. 

Eventually he sighs, and the air feels different between them. Heavier, somehow. “What’re ya saying, Tsumu? Ya think Hinata’s hurting her or somethin’?”

Yes. 

No.

He knows Hinata. Well, for a few months at least, but peripherally for years. Ever since high school. And Atsumu’s had the displeasure of knowing guys like that, guys who liked to feel big and tough and strong and would gladly slap around some pretty thing just to feel all manly and shit, and Hinata’s not– 

He doesn’t treat you like you’re made of glass or anything, but every time he touches you, so much as looks at you with those bright eyes, it’s with this kind of intense, burning love that Atsumu just doesn’t understand, that honestly freaks him out a little. He’s never seen bruises littering your skin – at least, not the kind that Samu’s worried about. You don’t flinch away from Hinata’s touch. 

(You never look comfortable though. Never happy – not like Hinata is.)

No. He’s a good guy, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and despite the lingering unease Atsumu has about the two of you, he doesn’t doubt for a second that Hinata is head over fucking heels in love with you. He wouldn’t hurt you.

He wouldn’t.

“No, ‘course not! I just…” he breaks off, shaking his head. And he chews on his lip for a moment, debating with himself whether he should actually admit what he’s been thinking the past few weeks or whether Samu’s just gonna call him a pussy or something and tell him to knock it off. “I get the feeling she doesn’t wanna be there. She’s smiling and sitting there all pretty, but it’s just… I dunno, it’s just weird.”

Osamu doesn’t say much after that, but he doesn’t really need to. He knows what his brother’s thinking. If you weren’t happy, you’d leave. If Hinata wasn’t treating you right, you’d leave. You’d tell someone. But it ain’t that simple, is it? 

Atsumu’s always had a problem sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. 

The first game of the season’s a slam dunk, and while they’re usually pretty tame during the season, beating Kageyama and Ushijima, last year's undefeated champs is cause for celebration. He’s not surprised to see you there at the club, tucked under Hinata’s arm in some little black dress, all dolled up. You smile at him, a hollow, fleeting thing, and Atsumu hates how the sight of it makes his stomach clench. 

Sakusa, Bokuto and Inunaki arrive moments later, a drink’s shoved into his hands and he forces himself to think of other things. You aren’t his problem, you aren’t his girl, and he’s definitely not watching you dance, your back flush with Hinata’s front, the wing spiker’s hands splayed across your hips, his mouth trailing greedily along your neck. 

And for the first time since this whole stupid thing started, Atsumu recognises the ugly feeling stirring in the pit of his gut. It’s jealousy.

He’s played one of the best games of his life today, his team’s fucking amazing, the music’s good and the alcohol is free flowing – he should be happy. And there’s absolutely no reason he should be watching you out of the corner of his eye, waiting for an opening.

It shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat when Hinata leans down to whisper something in your ear, passing you his glass as he heads off to find the men’s. He’s midway through a conversation of his own with Adriah and Bokuto that he’s barely paying attention to, and there’s a voice in his head (one that sounds suspiciously like Samu’s) that tells him to just let it go, but his feet are already moving, a half hearted excuse spilling from his lips as he slips past them both to make his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is too quiet, too breathless to carry across over the music, but he’s taller than you, taking up your space and he isn’t imagining the way that your eyes widen, a flicker of something passing your face before you school your features back into that same fake, pleasant smile. 

He doesn’t imagine the nervous look you dart over his shoulder in the direction Hinata walked off in. 

You take a delicate sip from your glass, the very same one you’ve been nursing since you arrived and he watches – watches – as you force yourself to relax, the tension easing from your shoulders, your posture softening. “Miya,” you greet, raising your voice just enough to be heard. “Congratulations on the win.”

It’s so polite, so fucking fake that it makes him wanna hurl. 

“Atsumu,” he corrects before he can help himself. Sakusa calls him Miya, but nobody else – nobody who knows him – does. He can’t bear the sound of it on your lips, like you’re nothing more than strangers. 

He’s talked to you before, right? Surely. 

You’re just standing there, perfectly at ease around him and the others – if not for the finger tapping anxiously against the stem of your glass, a tic he wonders if you’re even aware of. You might be able to fool the others – admittedly, they’re probably not paying you too much attention – but he’s used to picking up on the smallest details. 

And he’s become real good at reading you these past few weeks.

“So tell me, how’d the two of ya meet?” he asks instead, because he’s rushed in here with no game plan and it’s the first thing that comes to mind. He doesn’t even care about the answer; now that he’s finally here, finally has you to himself for a moment, he just wants to hear you talk. 

“Oh, um,” you swallow, ducking your head so you’re not meeting his gaze anymore. “It’s a little embarrassing–”

A familiar, bright laugh cuts you off, and Atsumu’s heart hammers when Hinata slaps him on the shoulder, “It’s not embarrassing, babe, it’s cute!” 

Deep brown eyes meet his; wide, glittering and freakishly intense and he fights the urge to recoil. He’s done nothing wrong, he knows that, but Hinata’s staring at him like every thought he’s ever had about you is written right across his face, plain as day.

And you – you look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, like Hinata’s stumbled on you shoving your tongue down his throat rather than just having an innocent, friendly conversation with his teammate. It’s a split second that stretches a lifetime, but when he dares to look over, you’re rigid, eyes wide and full of panic and he knows, he fucking knows that he’s right. 

“Tell him,” Hinata urges, wasting no time in slipping past Atsumu to take his place by your side.

His arm wraps around your waist, squeezing you gently, and after a single, tense beat, you comply. “O-on the first week of my trip to Brazil, I was mugged. Shoyo saw it all happen and chased after them – got my purse back for me, even walked me back home to make sure I was okay, patched me up and everything.” You pause, nibbling on your bottom lip as you gaze up at Hinata, “He was my knight in shining armour.”

Hinata preens as you smile, but it’s still wrong. Atsumu’s seen what hero worship looks like, what real love looks like, and he’ll hand it to you; you have the basics down pat, but you can’t fake everything. 

With bitterness and disgust eating away at his gut, it becomes suffocating, standing there trying to carry a conversation and pretending that whatever there is between the two of you is in any way fucking romantic–

It’s too much, like somebody has a grip on his lungs, viciously squeezing out the last of his breath, and he barely remembers to excuse himself before he’s shoving his way through the crowd, knocking Meian’s concerned hand away as he flees for the balcony.

The late summer night air’s warm and humid, but he gulps it down in big, gasping heaves, clinging to the rail like it’s a lifeline. 

You’re fucking with his head and he hates it. He hates that he can’t let this go, can’t get you out of his goddamn head no matter how hard he tries. Atsumu’s always been a selfish, arrogant bastard, why should he give two shits about some girl whose last name he doesn’t even know?

He wants to despise you. He wants to forget you, to shove you aside like he has every other distraction in his life. It’s not his problem you’ve found yourself in some fucked up relationship.

But he squeezes his eyes shut, and all Atsumu can see is your face. 

He stays out on that balcony until his body stops shaking, until the sweat on his forehead cools and he no longer feels like he’s gonna throw up. The beat of the music, spilling muted from the glass doors, wraps around him now that the pounding in his head’s subsided, tempting him back inside. Any other night, and he’d follow it, get absolutely shitfaced and party till he doesn’t remember his own name.

And as he stands there alone, staring up at the Tokyo city skyline, part of him almost wants to give in – to drink himself to oblivion. Because at least that’d be easier.

But he won’t.

Instead, Atsumu shoves his feelings down, musters up a lazy smirk and walks back inside. He has every intention of saying goodbye to at least a few of his teammates before heading back to the hotel room to crash, but as his eyes scan the crowded floor, he catches sight of something that stops him cold in his tracks.

Hinata has you pinned to the wall, his face buried in the crook of your neck, but that’s not what makes his heart skip a beat. It’s the way your dress is hiked up, your panties shoved to the side, Hinata’s hand between your thighs, fucking you on his fingers.

It’s the look on your face, screwed up in pleasure – or pain – biting down on your lip to stifle your cries. It wouldn’t make a difference. Nobody would be able to hear you over the music, and even if they could he doubts anyone would give a fuck.

His mouth dries out, every thought eddying from his head as he watches you cling to Hinata, your hands gripping his arms tight. Your makeup’s smudged, a tear spilling down your cheek catches the glittering lights of the club, but when your head tilts back he knows it’s a moan that leaves your lips. He can almost hear it, picture it in his mind. You’re shuddering, shaking your head even as your eyes are squeezed shut and the only sound Atsumu can hear is the restless thumping of his own heart.

And then your eyes flutter open and find his. He watches, frozen in place, transfixed in the worst possible way as mortification flashes across your features and your lips move–

Whatever you say to him, Hinata doesn’t stop. He just shifts a little, angles his body in a way that gives Atsumu a better view of your pussy and the attention he’s paying it. He can’t look away even if he desperately wants to, utterly enthralled by the slickness coating the digits, the way your thighs tremble and quake as those fingers curl inside of you, the little jolt you give when Hinata’s thumb rubs at your puffy clit.

Atsumu watches, equal parts horrified and mesmerised as he pushes you over the edge and you cum for him, a pleasured cry drowned out by the music, shaking and breathless and beautifully wrecked in his teammate’s arms. And as you all but collapse against him, Hinata finally turns to glance over his shoulder, meeting Atsumu’s stare.

And with his eyes fixed on the blonde, he whispers something into your ear that Atsumu doesn’t have a hope in hell of hearing, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek and grins.

It’s enough to rip him out of his stupor, stumbling back with a gasp as his blood runs cold. Hinata knew, he knew he was watching – put on a fucking show for him, and suddenly the nausea returns, bile creeping up his throat and Atsumu can’t do a single thing but turn and flee.

Alone in his hotel room and not nearly drunk enough, he falls into a fitful sleep, the image of your face, tear stricken and beautiful as you fell to pieces on Hinata’s fingers, burned into the back of his eyelids. 

—

He doesn’t utter a word about it when Boktuo gives him shit for ducking out early the next day at training. He doesn’t so much as meet Hinata’s eye, though the redhead seems no different than usual, all but bouncing on his heels when the Coach runs through the game against the Adlers set by set.

He still gushes when Atsumu gives him a perfect set, beaming up at him with that thousand watt smile. He still offers to be paired off with him when they run two-on-two games, isn’t ruffled when Atsumu instead grabs Sakusa and goes up against Adriah and Barnes.

And you’re still sitting in the stands, fingers twined on your lap, smiling dutifully whenever your boyfriend glances up.

Atsumu tries his best to ignore you and focus on training. He can’t afford to let you distract him any more than you already have, but in the quiet moments between sets, on their breaks, every second he’s not thinking about the game and his performance and his team his thoughts drift back to you. The way you’d bitten down on your bottom lip. Your eyes, pupils blown wide as pleasure crashed through you. Your glistening cunt, swallowing up Hinata’s fingers. The cute little noises you made – the ones he couldn’t hear but spent all fucking night imagining.

And the moment those thoughts enter his head, he can’t stop himself from darting a quick glance towards you, like he’s making sure you’re still there, that you’re okay. Even if you stiffen almost imperceptibly every time he does.

He can’t help himself, and he’s not the only one who notices. 

“Dude, you good?” Bokuto asks, pulling him aside a week or so later during one of their water breaks. And for a second there, there’s a flicker of indignation – whatever’s going on with his head, his performance is beyond question; he’s killing it. 

It’s not until the wing spiker’s attention shifts, risking a glance over his shoulder to where he knows you’re sitting that he realises that’s not what Bokkun’s worried about.

“Look, I get it, she’s cute and all, but…” Bokuto trails off, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Every ounce of discomfort is written clear as day across his face. “You might wanna tone it down a bit, you know? For everyone’s sake.”

The irony of it all doesn’t escape him. And he probably should feel some kinda shame, because if Bokuto’s noticed then that means every goddamn one of the others has too and they’re all just too uncomfortable to say anything, but he can’t seem to muster it. 

“Yeah,” he croaks out instead.

Two days later he’s halfway through a shower when the stall beside his bursts open and he hears that familiar, sunny laugh, the sound of two bodies clambering into a space too small, and his heart stutters in his chest.

“Sho, no. I-I don’t wanna–”

“Shh, be good for me, alright baby? Please?” 

A drawn out hiss followed by a breathy moan, and Atsumu’s bracing himself against the tiled wall squeezing his eyes shut.

The spray of the shower isn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds of you swallowing down Hinata’s cock. And he can’t move, can’t make a sound for fear of making this worse, but with every lewd, messy gluck from your throat, every obnoxious moan that spills from his teammate’s lips, Atsumu feels that telltale stirring in his gut.

His eyes are closed and the image comes unbidden to his mind.

You on your knees, looking up at him with those big, wide innocent eyes. You, pressing soft, teasing kisses to his cock, your tongue slowly trailing along the thick vein that runs along the underside of his shaft. The way it’d swirl around his flushed head, eagerly lapping at his precum. Fuck, his cock’s already throbbing, aching. 

He’s only human, he thinks as he wraps a hand around his member, teeth sinking into the flesh of his forearm to stifle his groan. You’re making a mess of him, he wants it so fucking bad. Wants you; to fuck you, have you, hold you, he doesn’t give a shit anymore, you’re driving him to the brink and he’s helpless to stop this.

He can see it so perfectly in his head, how you’d look with those soft lips wrapped around him, the way you’d massage his balls as he fucked your face, how you’d choke on it. You’d be good, so fucking perfect as you sucked him off–

Hinata’s chanting your name and Atsumu picks up his pace, strokes turning into pumps, his fist tightening as he hisses with pleasure. Distantly he wonders whether they can hear it too; his heavy breathing, the slick, wet sound of him jerking off less than a foot away.

He doesn’t care anymore, can’t hold himself back. It’s blinding, the pleasure that rips through him, shaking him to his very core as spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum paints the shower walls.

His knees buckle, his cock still twitching as aftershocks jolt through him, stealing his breath. For a blissful moment, Atsumu lets himself sag against the tiles, a lazy smirk coating his face as he basks in the afterglow, his heartbeat slowly coming down from it’s racing high. 

And yet as the warm water of the shower cascades down his toned body, his breathing returning to normal something unpleasant begins to unfurl in his stomach, toxic and cloying, seeping through his veins. All that bliss, that heady, addictive pleasure fades away and Atsumu’s left with the weight of what he’s just done.

Distantly, he registers that it’s quieter now in the stall next to his. Hinata’s murmuring something to you, but Atsumu can’t make sense of it over the dull roar in his head, the disgust and shame that coils like a noose around his throat.

He should hate himself. 

He just might, actually.

And it’s not enough to scrub until his skin’s raw and he doesn’t feel it crawling anymore, doesn’t matter that he stays in the shower until the two of you leave, until the water runs ice cold and it physically hurts to stand under the spray.

Hinata’s still in the locker room when he gets out, slowly gathering the last of his things and shoving them into his duffle bag. For once you’re not by his side, and Atsumu can only thank whatever godly beings might be out there for this one, tiny mercy, because he doesn’t think he can bear to see you after what he’s just done.

But Hinata just smiles, bright and cheerful and all too knowing, “Seeya tomorrow, Atsumu!”

And he feels filthy all over again.

[drakenology]

boyfriend number 2

- hinata shoyo x fem!reader x miya osamu

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ content, smut, infidelity, exhibitionism (yall already know lol), degradation, dumbification/incoherence, cussing, raw sex, mentions of cum, raunchy hook up, poor unsuspecting boyfriend

Every day of the week you’re subjected to a routine. The same routine you’d been living since high school. With the same boy since high school.

Sure, Hinata was quite possibly the perfect boyfriend. He was sensitive and attentive, so sweet you almost felt sick. But in bed.. well he did his best. Always cumming a bit too quickly, nearly finishing you off or not even driving you close to an orgasm. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve faked it with him and with him being as sweet as he is Hinata didn’t suspect a thing. But you loved him, really you did. Hopefully, eventually, you could teach him how to please you.

But every so often, every now and again you found yourself with someone else. Sure it was wrong, but it was just different with him. With Osamu. Osamu was the hot volleyball player from out of town you had met one foggy night at the bar. It was supposed to be a one time thing, you swore to yourself.

But with the way he fucked you that night, you found yourself coming back for more everytime. You swore with every orgasm came a high you could never get with Shoyo. When you felt that ache of need, that dull feeling in your dissatisfied cunt when Shoyo went home for the night, you knew exactly who to call. And Osamu always answered, always so ready and willing to give you a filling the right way.

Not to mention he was insatiable, every spot left untouched and wavering would then be caressed, licked, sucked on, fucked. You’ll never forget the times he made you cum so hard, the cops were called from the concerning sound of your high pitched whines and sobs.

Eventually, his neighbors stopped calling when you came over, knowing that when you come over in your pajamas and an over night bag hanging over your shoulder as you happily knock on his door meant you’d be getting your insides flipped about 7 different ways in about a half hour.

Just like usual, Hinata flops next to you in bed. His chest heaves after another “wild” night with his pretty girlfriend who seemed to enjoy herself too. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and up to your ear and whispered a sweet I love you. You smile and close your eyes, sleeping in your boyfriends arms as he followed right behind you.

-bzzzt bzzzt-

Who could be texting you at this hour? You sit up groggily, squinting your eyes at the bright screen of your phone as you pick it up. It was Osamu.

“Be ready in 30, tell your boyfriend you’re goin out ;).” The text read, a familiar feeling in your chest starting to brew as you bit your lip. You slowly slip out of Hinata’s grasp and kiss his forehead, tip toeing around his room to find your clothes and all your belongings.

Just as promised, Osamu arrived in 30 minutes, honking his horn ignorantly as if it wasn’t about 12 o’clock in the fucking morning. You rushed downstairs about as quietly as you could and practically ran towards his car, jumping inside to escape the cold rain.

He drives back to his place with his hand on your inner thigh, his thumb caressing the flesh as his other hand turned the steering wheel. You knew running off with another guy behind your boyfriend’s back was wrong, but why did it feel so right every time you did it? Osamu had everything Hinata didn’t; passion with an attentive and doting nature.

Besides the bedroom, he made you feel like you were the sexiest thing walking. He was exciting and wild and unpredictable. Everything you didn’t know you needed until you started fucking him a month ago.

Even as you kiss Osamu’s lips pinned up against his apartment door, even as your clothes are casted aside all throughout modest space, you still think of Hinata and how much this would crush him if he ever found out. But when Osamu was inside you, shit, who the hell was Hinata? Osamu hoists you over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom with a firm smack on your ass before laying you down on the bed.

“Mm, I missed you, Osamu.” You purr, arching into his body as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“Ditto.” He mumbled, pulling your panties off when you lift your ass to help him take them off. His hands make their way to your already dripping cunt, clit swollen from the denied orgasm you were forced to endure just moments before coming here.

“What is that motherfucker doing to you, huh?” He asks, apologetically rubbing tender circles on the puffy bud. You yelp, so sensitive your thighs start shaking a little. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this is, does he baby?” You mewl in response, the pleasure going straight to your brain.

Osamu smirks at you, rubbing his fingers along your slit to relish in your wetness, your aching pussy practically gushing for him to do anything to you.

“You get so wet for me, princess. You get this wet for your little boyfriend?” He questions, hooking his fingers inside you to prod at your softest spots. You attempt to answer, shaking your head and letting out a shaky “uh-uh” as he fucks you with his fingers. Osamu kissed you sloppily, moaning into your mouth as his fingers moved faster, the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers causing his cock to make less room for him in his pants.

Your back arched off the bed, panting as his tongue lapped up your clit, his fingers hooking deliciously against your spongiest spots. His name was written on your lips, the only thing you can say before your stomach is in knots, pathetic moans leaving the pit of your chest as you feel yourself getting oh so close to cumming all over Osamu’s handsome face.

“I-I’m cumming, hnnnn fuck!” You scream, your slick dripping all over Osamu’s hand. He moans against you, pulling you closer as he suckled on your puffy clit. With a high pitched squeal, your coming undone, your thighs closing around his head as you pant heavily.

Osamu’s smirking against your skin before pulling away, wrapping his big hand around your throat and kissing you hotly. Your tongues swirl, moaning against each other as Osamu pulls out his heavy length.

Another thing Hinata lacks. Osamu’s cock always had you feeling so full, the perfect size to get you drooling. His girth alone was impressive, thick veins, the cherry on top. Don’t even get me started on those heavy balls, the ones that swing and slap at your already aching clit with every thrust of his hips. He ran his length along your dripping folds, tapping his perfect head against your clit as your hiss and writhe underneath him, desperate to feel full.

“Want it baby?” He asks, prodding himself at your desperate hole. You nod feverishly, rambling on about how badly you wanted to feel full, how much you wanted to feel him throbbing inside you. Of course your dirty mouth grants you your wish, Osamu’s cock stretching you with a slow motion.

“‘S so fuckin’ tight, baby. Gimme that pussy.” He moans, rutting his hips into yours, hands holding up your thighs to reach deep. You’re sobbing, tears falling onto the pillow beneath you as you let out breathy moans. Osamu’s mouth stop ghosting over yours to sit on his haunches, reaching over and grabbing something.

“Phone for you.” Osamu whispers, handing it to you, not halting his hips for no one. You grab it, darting your eyes at him as his dick kissed your cervix.

“H-Hello?” You croon, trying to sound like you’re half asleep.

“Y/N? Did you go home? Where’d you go?” You hear Hinata ask, unable to answer right away as your mouth hangs open at the searing hot pleasure Osamu’s cock brought you.

“I-I.. Yes. Sorry I didn’t wake you. I just- ah.. didn’t feel well.” You lie, biting your lip and rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit as Osamu fucks your harder.

“Well, you coulda stayed over. I would have taken care of you.” Shoyo lectured, your mind not even fixated on what he’s saying to you.

You nod as if he could see you, looking up at Osamu with pleading eyes, his thumb replacing your fingers as he played with your clit.

“Go on, baby. Tell ‘em you’re about to cream all over my fuckin’ dick.” Osamu huffs, almost loud enough for Hinata to hear. You chew at your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as Osamu works you open with his cock, hearing Hinata say something hoping you feel better.

The pleasure was too much, your mouth drooling as your lips formed an o-shape. Osamu laughs, realizing you’re way too dumb to rush Hinata off the phone. So he does it for you, like the nice guy he is.

“She’ll call back later. She’s too busy taking my cock to talk right now.” He says before hanging up, turning off your ringer and returning to his work on your cervix.

You blink away tears, throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering as you approach another mind blowing orgasm.

“Hnnn, fuck, Osamu yes. Your cock’s so fucking big. Need it to make me cum, fuck! Hah shit!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around his strong waist.

“Yeah? Ooo that little fucker has no idea what this feels like, huh princess? Give it to me baby. Fuckin give it to me.” Osamu urged, eager to feel your gummy walls clamp down around him and milk him for every ounce of his cum as he brutally slammed his hips down into you.

“You’re my little whore, yeah? Like it when another man fucks your greedy pussy? Such a dirty slut. Say you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut, Ah! I-I’m your dirty slut, ‘Samu. Uhhnnn!” The last thing you say before clenching around Osamu’s size, his cock throbbing furiously before erupting in white hot globs of his cum.

It was all so filthy, so raunchy and so wrong. Guilt was the furthest thing from your conscience though, laying limp and half asleep as Osamu pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean up. How could something so erotic be wrong.

You’d call Hinata tomorrow, try and explain everything when the time was right. But for now, you’d just lay there in your stupor, high off the euphoric orgasms you’ve experienced just then.

Tomorrow you’d make it right, even though it probably never could be.

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