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tiza0925 · 18 days

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Pretty Little Thing | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, kissing, soft!dom Hinata, pet names, teasing, sitting on his lap, vaginal fingering, grinding, praise kink, implied multiple orgasms, it gets wet and messy ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It should be embarrassing how easy it is for you to get this aroused.

All it takes is for you to sit on his lap—his muscled thighs keeping your legs spread apart—while he murmurs such soft demands to kiss him with light touches all over your body—

And you’re already heated just by that alone—your pussy leaking in your panties, clit all puffy and sensitive, and your nipples feel so heavy that the slightest brush over them can set you off.

“Shouyou—”

But it’s mostly the way Hinata kisses you as he holds your hips in place—lips slotting between yours and suckling on your plush lips like he wants to taste you—while parting your mouth open with his to let his tongue slide against yours so sinfully—

That’s what has you melting into a puddle of honey and heat as you make a small sound at the back of your throat—and your fingers in his hair dig in a little more to scratch against his scalp.

“Hm?” Hinata hums, sounding dazed, still kissing you senselessly as his hands—so big and calloused—move behind you to give your ass an indulgent squeeze. “You okay?”

He asks while nipping your lower lip, pulling out a whimper from you, and you force yourself to relax in a shuddering breath as you pull back a little. “Y-yeah, I just—”

You suck in a sharp breath as he kisses you again, and your eyelashes flutter as they grow half-lidded.

You need more.

Making out with him on this couch in his apartment is great—one of your favourite ways to pass the time with Hinata but—

But god—there’s this needy ache between your thighs that you can’t ignore, and it’s getting at you with every slick slide of his mouth against yours.

“You need something, baby?” He asks, causing you to look down at him and—

Your eyes widen at the grin you’re met with in return—as if he already knows without needing to hear you say it—and you swallow hard, nodding slowly as you wet your swollen lips, your voice coming out breathy, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Hinata has one eyebrow raised, and his grin grows as his voice lowers, tilting his head to kiss the underside of your jaw, murmuring, “Was kissing too much for you, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his warm lips kiss your jaw, below it, then slide his mouth down the side of your neck, teasing that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck.

Fuck—

It has your head going hazy, and your cheeks grow hot as he sucks on that delicate piece of skin, seemingly intent on leaving a small mark.

Not that you mind.

You’re always proud to show off whatever mark Hinata leaves on your body—whether it be a small bruise from his mouth or a red spot from where his hand would meet your skin with harsh slaps—you wanted everyone to know.

Your fingers curl into his hair as Hinata continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your mouth parts with heavy breaths swooshing out of you as you nod wordlessly—your tongue feeling too thick to move at the moment.

You hear Hinata chuckle—you even feel how it rumbles against you with how close your bodies are pressed against one another—and then he pulls back to tilt his chin up at you, his eyes so murky with desire. “Then show me.”

You blink, confused for a moment with a frown burrowing on your lips, and Hinata kisses your small pout as he mumbles against your mouth. “Lift your skirt for me, baby.”

Oh.

You shake as he kisses you gently, slowly, and so softly before you pull back to do just as you were told—your hands a little shaky with just how affected you are—as you tug at the bottom hem of your skirt to bring it up and over your waist, revealing pink panties that are already a little soaked.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hinata groans, low, as his eyes take in the small damp spot seeping from the center of your panties, and he runs the pad of his thumb from your covered clit and down your slit, feeling just how hot and wet you are through the thin fabric.

Then he brings his eyes back up with a small, teasing smile, and your stomach flutters. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

You huff out a breath, clearly a little embarrassed of how obviously affected you are. “Shut up.”

But that just makes him snort softly, and he hooks two fingers to pull your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy that’s all sticky and shiny from your arousal.

“Look how pretty you are,” Hinata drawls, almost entrapped with the way his eyes are admiring your pussy, and his other hand comes to run his middle finger—that’s long and thick—through your pillowy folds, gathering your fluids towards your little clit, while the excess of your juices leaks onto yours and his thighs. “Such a messy pussy too.”

Who would’ve thought that the Hinata Shouyou would have a mouth like that?

Because you certainly didn’t when you first met him in Brazil.

He seemed nice—innocent, actually.

It’s why you felt so safe and carefree around him when you two talked.

It’s also why you agreed to come back to his place for the night—only your perceptions of him to be completely turned a whole 180 when you realize that he’s a different person in bed.

Still sweet and caring, yes, but god—he knew how to make you feel so heated and exposed with such simple words.

And that was months ago.

Now look at where you guys are.

You whine as you try closing your legs—but that’s futile when he’s got you all spread out from the strength of his thighs—and he laughs quietly at your embarrassment as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Don’t be shy,” Hinata cups you over your cunt, feeling just how soft your pussy is, and he puts pressure against your clit with the palm of his hand. “I like it when it’s all wet, sweetheart.”

He kisses the side of your head, almost soothingly, and he grinds his palm up to rub it against your engorged clit, his voice a throaty whisper against your ear. “You feel so good like this, you know.”

You shudder, electric sparks of heat shooting up your spine as he continues to grind his palm against your pussy, getting it soaked and drooling all over his hand and fingers, and it has your eyes rolling back as you let out small moans.

“Can you cum like this?” He asks that, all sweet yet there’s a hint of a demand in there, as he kisses your ear. “Get my hand all messy for me, baby?”

You let out a shaky groan, and your hips begin to move in sync with his hand, bringing that tight coil in your belly to grow more and more until it’s so close to exploding—

And Hinata gets your cunt all drenched as his palm spreads your juices everywhere—making your pussy all sloppy as he brings you to your first orgasm—

“Shit—” You gasp, all wet and needy, when you feel one of his fingers dip inside you, and Hinata is so damn quick to curl his finger to rub your g-spot, causing stars to shoot behind your eyes and liquid fire bursts from your clit—

“There you go,” Hinata coos, strumming the inside of your walls as he gropes your pussy, sounding throaty as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve always been good at listening to me.”

God—

Your mouth opens with a silent moan as your orgasm ripples through you—suddenly and harshly—and you cum on his hand, fluids leaking everywhere that you get all slippery with how wet you are.

And Hinata works you through it, his free hand coming to hold your hip—his fingers dig into your flesh—just mesmerized at how pretty you sound at the moment.

It’s when he feels you grunt from overstimulation that he pulls his hand away, and you let out a huge breath as your body goes limp against him and—

And then you hear him hum as something close to the sound of sucking catches your ears—and your turn your head to watch with wide eyes as he licks his hand, groaning at the taste of you.

“Get up.”

You blink dazedly at him, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm with your cunt still throbbing, and he must’ve noticed the confusion on your face as he chuckles breathlessly, giving you a chaste kiss—and fuck, you can faintly taste yourself on his lips.

“Don’t look so confused, now, baby,” Hinata smirks against you, and your heart makes a small leap as he kisses you again. Slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

That’s another thing about Hinata that surprised you—

Is that all of his passion and eagerness you’ve seen on the court as he plays volleyball—

That all translates well into how he is with you in bed—because he never just stops at one orgasm.

And tonight is no different.

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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“I need you to know how unbelievably pissed I am at you.”

You interrupt the peaceful folding and stocking of your clothes at your in-laws house with your threat. Immediately, Shoyo tenses up and whips his head to look at you, eyes wide and dancing over your face, waiting for you to continue your rant and fury.

When you don’t, merely continuing to glare at him, he gives a frantic, “what did I do!”

“Lower. Your damn. Voice,” you grit, and his hands clap over his mouth childishly. You take a deep inhale to calm down, “you told, your sweet and old parents…”

He looks at you expectantly again. You flare your nostrils and hike up your voice in an obnoxious nasal:

“We’re huuuuungry!”

Instantly, at your mocking tone, he breaks down into laughter, trying to stifle them to keep your anger at bay.

“So embarrassing!” You snip.

“Baby, we were! They don’t mind, you know that-“

“THEY STARTED COOKING! FOR US!”

“You know they’d rather eat with us than have us go out to eat!”

“Shoyo,” you snarl, rising to your feet and approaching him; with nervous laughter, he shrinks back. “It is eigHT IN THE EVENING, AND YOUR MOTHER IS MAKING NIKUJAGA!” You grab a pillow and start whacking him with it, ignoring his pleas and sheltering arms. “For the love of the gods, she should be relaxing!”

“She’s fine!”

You stop swinging and look down at him in shock. He makes a grab for the pillow and you whip it away, and he whines around some giggles.

“You do not make that decision for her,” you growl, throwing the pillow to the side and shoving him on his back before quickly crawling on top of him. “I would rather us both starve and rot away, before I tell your sweet, old parents that we’re hungry. ESPECIALLY at 20:14.”

“Baby, it’s fine,” he giggles, his hands settling on your hips. “They’re totally fine; you know my mom lives to make you happy!” You cross your arms over your chest, and he snickers as he raises up on his elbows, “just a quick bite to eat, a few laughs, then we can all go to bed, right?”

You exhale through your nose, and he tucks his lips in nervously.

“You know what?” You begin, relaxing your shoulders.

“What?”

“You’re right. You’re right! They’re just cooking. It’s fine.”

“Exactly! They’re fine.”

With that, you swing your legs off of your husband and scurry to the closet, and before he can ask, you grab a random stack of blankets to throw at his head. He screams at the sudden impact.

“Since they can whip up dinner, you can whip me up a bed on the couch. Since APPARENTLY you are just so okay with spontaneous forces of labor.”

He cackles some more as you mimic his “we’re hungry!” at random volumes, putting your clothes away in the drawers until his sweet old mother calls you both to the kitchen to eat, not too dissimilar from how she did when you were younger.

“I’m going to bury you alive,” you snarl at him, leaning into the arm tossed around your shoulders as you make your way down the hall to eat. “Watch your damn back. I’ll put cyanide in your food tomorrow, try me bitch.”

He merely snickers as you threaten him with the most bizarre forms of torture you can conjure, all while the smell of a hot supper fills the air around the house.

based on this video bc I love Lori and Noah 🥺🩷

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teamatsumu · 2 months

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where we left off. (hinata shoyo x reader)

summary: “you confess because you think you will never see him again, so it doesn’t matter ” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 1981

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties

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There is a light in Shoyo that just won’t dim. Not that you want it to. It’s your favorite thing about him.

There are ten million reasons to like Shoyo (though Tsukishima would disagree and say he can barely find one. He’s lying. No one can dislike Shoyo. It’s not possible). But you like him for the simple reason that he is the best person you have ever met. He is dedicated and kind, loyal and friendly. You have known him since your first year in high school, and you have seen him face every adversity that comes his way with full confidence and optimism.

It’s no wonder you’re hopelessly in love with him. How could you not be? Shoyo entered your life and made everything ten times brighter and easier to deal with. From day one, he was your confidant and your cheerleader. In all those three years, Shoyo stood by you like you stood by him. You had grown by leaps and bounds with him as your friend.

Friend.

The sun was low in the sky, spreading a warm orange light over the clouds as it set. The color reminds you of Shoyo’s hair, and you have to curse yourself. It seems you can never stop thinking about him, and the world is adamant on making sure you didn’t even try to. You sigh and lean back on the bench you were seated on, closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for what was coming.

High school graduation had come and gone. Tomorrow, Shoyo will leave for Brazil. For two years minimum. And who knows? He says he will return, but there is a very real chance he won’t. An up-and-coming volleyball player like him, he could be snatched up by a local club. Or he could fall in love with beach volleyball and continue living there so he could keep playing it.

Two years is a long time for a person to change. You can change. He can change. You can’t trust yourself to leave this until then. Now, before Shoyo leaves, you will confess to him all of your closely guarded feelings. Before he potentially leaves your life for good, he has to know that he is the reason you are where you have gotten.

Heavy footsteps slowly fade in, making you turn your head to follow the sound. You spot Shoyo barreling down the sidewalk towards you, skidding to an abrupt halt when he reaches your bench. He takes a few deep breaths before grinning wide, and just the sight of his million watt smile has your own lips tugging up to return the gesture.

“Ready for dinner?”

Homey, comforting ramen is Shoyo’s choice of last meal in Japan. You both trudge into his usual ramen place, one that he loved to frequent often after practice. He talks your ear off all the way there, telling you about his day. He had been getting his affairs in order, saying goodbye to all the important people and packing up some last minute stuff. You let him catch you up to every tiny detail, (He is like that. He doesn’t like leaving anything out) and you hum along to his stories.

When steaming bowls of ramen are set down before you is when Shoyo finally shuts up, instead choosing to immediately wolf it down. You watch him with blatant adoration in your eyes. You know you do, and you don’t bother to hide it. Sharing this one last moment with him, you don’t want to hold back. This might be the last time you can look at him in leisure. So you drink him in the best you can, trying to seal this moment in your memory forever.

“Are you excited for beach volleyball?”

He nods around a mouthful of noodles. “I have just two years to learn it, so I’m a bit nervous. But I can’t wait to start!”

You smile at his usual unending enthusiasm. “You’ll be great, Shoyo. I have never met someone as hardworking as you.”

And there is that smile again, so bright you almost have to squint to withstand it. He was so different from how he was in first year. He had come such a long way in just three years. Imagine how much he would change after two years in a completely foreign country, on the other side of the world.

You can feel your shoulders drop.

After dinner, Shoyo insists on dessert and you both end up getting ice pops. He finishes his before you can even take one bite of your own, and then ends up finishing half of yours as well when you tell him you are full and he can have it. No wonder he has unending stamina. He eats the food of three people. You smile at the thought.

As per routine, Shoyo walks you home afterward. The sun has fully set by this time, and the streetlights periodically illuminate the two of you as you walk along the sidewalk. Your figures cast long, moving shadows on the concrete, and you keep your eyes on them as you walk. Shoyo is humming something under his breath, occasionally breaking the silence to comment on something. You bask in the moment.

When you slow to a stop at your front door, you realise it is finally time to do what you had been psyching yourself up for all this time.

“I have something to say.” You comment. Shoyo blinks and nods, encouraging you to continue. You take a deep breath.

“For the last three years, you’ve been the best person in my life. By a long shot. I can’t believe I met someone like you. You’re always so supportive, Shoyo, and you’ve really helped me be the best version of myself.”

You cringe at your corny statements, but Shoyo’s face has softened. He stays silent. You muscle on.

“I like you. A lot. A lot. And before you leave, I just wanted you to know this.”

Because I may never see you again. You let the last sentence die in your throat.

Shoyo looks down at the ground, fiddling with his hands a bit. You realize you have made him nervous. And no wonder. You just dumped a huge revelation on him the day before he leaves the country.

“You don’t have to say anything!” You add on, as soon as Shoyo opens his mouth to speak, trying to soothe his nerves. “I don’t want you to reciprocate. I just wanted to tell you all this before you left.”

You step forward to wrap him into a hug, feeling him freeze at the gesture. You don’t let yourself linger, pulling away mere seconds later. Shoyo opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You giggle.

“Do your best in Brazil, Shoyo. I’m counting on you.”

And then you pull open the door, shutting it behind yourself with one last smile at his surprised face.

……………………

Tokyo is a big city, and you lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of it.

Miyagi was quiet, peaceful, and you knew more or less everyone there. In contrast, Tokyo is continuously moving, and you have to run to keep up with it. It’s a big change, going from Tokyo to Miyagi, but it is a welcome one. You can feel how you change and blossom along with the city.

Your apartment is small. One bedroom, open kitchen, tiny bathroom. It’s a starter apartment and you are still a student, so it doesn’t matter. Every night, you cook yourself a modest meal and plop yourself down in front of the television, continuing some show you have been watching for the last few days. Afterwards, you have a warm cup of tea and then begin your nightly routine, ready for classes the next day.

Today that routine is disrupted by loud knocking on the door.

You pause your chewing, reaching for the remote to mute the TV. You don’t hear any sound, not even shuffling, but ten seconds later you hear another, longer knock. Sighing, you set your bowl down on the coffee table and throw your blanket off, trudging to the door. When you look through the peephole, all you see is one shoulder. You roll your eyes at the person who chose to not stand in your view.

You undo the lock and pull the door open, immediately freezing on the spot.

He has grown so much taller, and broader. His skin holds a wonderful bronze tan, and his hair is shorter than the last time you saw him. But his smile is the same. Bright and blinding, endlessly welcoming. Your heart skips.

“Hi.” He breathes. His voice is deeper too. A little scratchier. You continue to stare, mouth agape. You cannot believe it, and your brain cannot process it.

“Shoyo…” Your grip on the doorframe tightens. A small silence extends between you two. Shoto shifts a bit.

“Can I come in?” He asks sheepishly.

You abruptly jerk back, nodding vigorously. “Of course! Sorry, sorry. Come in.”

You allow Shoyo to pass through the threshold, toeing his shoes off and stacking them next to your own before looking back at you expectantly. You lead him into the living room, mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

He was back. From Brazil. Taller and tanned and just as bright. And he’s back. You reel with the revelation.

“How have you been?” He asks, seating himself on the couch and looking up at you with a small smile. He seems…. calmer somehow. More present instead of how flighty he used to be. More grounded. You nod a bit.

“I’m- I’ve been good. You?”

“Me too.”

“Okay good.”

Awkward silence stretches between you two. You feel your face heat up.

“I’m going to make tea!” You announce, bustling towards the kitchen before Shoyo can protest, trying not to think about the last conversation you had with him right before he left, over two years ago.

Once you settle before him with two steaming hot cups, the awkward air disperses a bit. You aren’t surprised. It always did with Shoyo. He had a talent like this. You ask him about Brazil and he goes on a whole storytime for it, telling you about the vast beaches and the burning sun. How much he learned and how much he changed.

That part is true, you can tell. Shoyo has changed. But despite all that, you can feel the way your heart skips, the way your palms get clammy. All those old feelings are coming back, and you cannot stop them. As you watch the way Shoyo laughs and reminisces with you, you’re not sure you want to.

A lull hits after Shoyo stops talking, and you watch as he fiddles with his hands a bit before speaking again, his voice lower this time, more serious.

“Can we….. pick up where we left off?” He doesn’t glance up at you, playing with his hands.

You blink at his words, trying to process them. He gives you a crooked smile that lights your nerves on fire.

“You never let me reply that day. And…. I didn’t think I should either, because I was leaving. But now…”

He trails off, you feel your breath catch. Is he implying what you think he is? You try not to get your hopes up, but Shoyo’s next words seal the deal.

“I like you tons.”

You can’t help your breathless laugh at his choice of words. Your skin buzzes. Shoyo scoots closer to you. You let him. His leg brushes against yours and you can feel the way electricity zips through you at the feeling.

“I like you tons too.”

Ten minutes later, when Shoyo drags huge suitcases into your lobby from outside your front door, you realize he came here straight from the airport. And it only makes you love him more.

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sereiiinnn · 10 months

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“Keep moving forward!”

Happy birthday my sunshine, Hinata Shouyou 🧡✨

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou #haikyuus #hinata shoyo haikyuu #hinata shoyo fanart

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beanschan · 1 month

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recently ive been relapsing into hq content which means kagehina has a grip on my brain again!!!! sketches and wips + of a semi comic im gonna finish later :3

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyuo #hinata shoyo haikyuu #kageyama #kageyama tobio #kagehina #hinakage #i cant believe im making haikyu content in the year 2024 #like me 4 years ago would piss themselves seeing me draw this #hq!!#hq #haikyuu!!

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corvid007 · 8 days

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Hinata and Bokuto seem like the kinda guys who would be like, “you look really down, you wanna borrow my girlfriend! she always makes me feel better🥰” but also be kinda pouty and possessive once someone does ‘borrow’ their girlfriend lmao

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kenm4vhs · 7 months

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MY BABIES ARE FINALLY BACK

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cottonlemonade · 15 days

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Helloo, can i please get a medium grapefruit lemonade with boba for hinata? Thank youu

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warnings: spoilers

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"At this point, I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but you really ought to take better care of yourself, baby.", you said, as you handed him the bowl. Steam rose from the clear broth and he sniffled.

Shoyo had, once again, been very smart and played hide and seek with his team, grown ass men by the way, in the park after practice last night - at the end of winter. In the chilly rain.

(You had already scolded the other Jackals for it and were pleased to see them appropriately intimidated by your wrath, albeit your usually so endearing chubbiness.)

And now, your husband was lying in bed with a cold. He smiled down at the chicken soup you made for him and you could have sworn his ears blushed when he saw that you had cut the carrots into a heart shape.

He beamed at you as you sat down on the side of the bed, dunking a clean cloth into a bowl of cold water to gently dab at his burning forehead and neck. Maybe you should head to the pharmacy again to stock up on more medicine. The doctor had said simple bedrest and lots of fluids would be enough but Shoyo often defied laws of nature, so some extra reinforcements couldn’t hurt. Absentmindedly, you brushed a few strands of his fiery hair out of his eyes, then noticed him staring.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm still mad at you."

He took a carrot heart on his spoon and, lifting a smug brow, gave you a cheeky smile.

"No, you're not."

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a/n: oh my gosh! A request for Shoyo and such a cute one 🥹 thank you so much, I hope you like it 🌱

for requests see here

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hotvinimon · 1 month

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he said it then and there. Period.

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kiwimura · 10 months

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KENHINA NATION RISE UPPPPP

#haikyuu #hinata shoyo haikyuu #hinata shoyo #kozume kenma #haikyuu kenma #kenhina #kenma x hinata #hinata x kenma #otp #pairing #artist on tumblr #slay

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sparrow-writes-draws · 11 days

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Combining two random hyperfixations pt4

summer job abroad goes wrong

(Close ups under Break)

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ time after time

˚ · . hinata x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ heartbreak, loosing feelings, one-sided relationship/love, low self esteem/body issues, dubious ending, takes place after the timeskip and towards the end of the manga

࣪𓏲ּ i was listening to curl up & die by matt maltese + time after time by cyndi lauper when writing this

watchin' through windows you're wondering if i'm okay secrets stolen from deep inside the drum beats out of time.

8 years, 11 months, and 7 days.

it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since you accepted the nervous love confession from a short ginger boy back in your second year of highschool.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, have passed since then. you still can't wrap your head around it, around how much time has passed since then.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, with this short ginger boy. only, he's not much of a short boy anymore, rather he's grown within the passed time, still not too tall, but he's surely earned his title of a man. spending his years doing hard work and exercise has rewarded him with a well-sculpted body, you can't say the same for you.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, filled with exploration, experience, and love with this ginger boy. you had practically grown with him into adulthood; the two of you attached to the hip and spending every second together.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, where the two of you shared many firsts with one another. first date, first boyfriend/girlfriend, first kiss, and first sexual experience. you always look back at those memories with a twinge of redness on your cheeks, cringing cheekily at the way the two of you would be so awkward.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, of constant questions and slandering on the bond of your relationship with him. you always defended him, and he did so in return. you always brushed of those pesky little, "don't you two get sick of each other?" questions with a smile, watching from afar as you sat alone on a bench while he practiced yet again for volleyball.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, full of little moments here and there where the two of you would talk about your future, making silly promises and declarations of love to each other. "i wanna be a pro-volleyball player and want you to be there while i am!"

yes, it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. your precious hinata shouyo is on one of the best volleyball teams in brazil, and you are there for him while he practices once more. he dragged you out to the nearest beach at 5am, babbling on about how pretty the sunrise looks, and that he wants you to watch him practice.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days full of watching what seems to be the same scene over and over, where shouyo practices volleyball and looks over at you with a proud smile when he manages to do a good jump. of course, you praise him for his skills, you adore him for it, to be so passionate about his dream.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days of worshipping the ground he walked on. you had nothing but stars and hearts in your eyes for him, wanting nothing more than to attend all of his big events by his side. of course, he worshipped you just as much as you did for him, never failing to kiss the back of your hand for being so supportive of him.

and, it's been, 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. durning those long years, there was a time, when you had nobody but shouyo, there was a time, when you would kill all your friends for him. you're nothing but appreciative of him for being there for you during those times.

but — it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days.

your eyes are crinkled up into narrow crescents, but you're not smiling anymore when he makes a good jump. you're sitting alone once more, a little way away from the net, legs pressed up against your chest.

you can't help the fine line your lips make subconsciously, eyebrows slightly furrowed, arms wrapped around your knees defensively despite wearing shouyo's jacket. he said the sunrise would be pretty, but it seems a little too blue and gloom, dark clouds blocking the rising sun.

he looks over at you, yelling out your name after he does what you would usually consider an impressive move, expecting the best reward that is to him — your praise. but you don't.

but.. it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since then, so why are you now feeling nothing, after all these years?

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, looking at the way he's looking at you with that warm look in his eyes, is now stinging. after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, he's the only one for you.

"y/n?" he calls out. his volleyball long forgotten on the soft sand, standing cautiously in place, lips pouting at your silence. but you're not listening, too wrapped up at the fact that is inevitable.

the sand crunches under his bare feet when he's walking towards you, a ginger eyebrow lifting in concern. "are you alright? are you sleepy? cold?" he questions, leaning down and laying a warm hand against the side of your cheek.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, and his touch is no longer sending goosebumps down your spine.

but he's the only one for you?

he blinks at you a couple of times when you've still yet to respond. "..let's go home, it's cold isn't it?" he mumbles softly, his hand taking yours, feeling a little relieved when you are finally responding to him, albeit you're still not talking and more or less just following him back home.

he talks to you on the way home, his arm wrapped snuggly around your shoulder as he asks you various questions on what you want to do for the upcoming 9th anniversary of your relationship with him.

8 years, and 11 months and 7 days — for the first time, you're not sure if you want to do anything with him for that day. but for the sake of his feelings, you nod along to his ideas after you lack any suggestions of your own. his body jumps up and down at the excitement, his arm never leaving your shoulder.

"wow! 9 years with you~," he happily says, leaning down to practically inhale the side of your cheek and kissing it lovingly.

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, you don't know if the two of you will make it to the 9th.

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kairismess · 6 months

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I'm pretty sure I've seen you doing some song inspired fics and I need someone else to at least acknowledge that this song right here is 100% Hinata Shoyo vibes. Like not even kidding when I heard this I was like, "This is being in love with Hinata!" It's so soft and sweet!!

If you want to do a fic based off the song that would be awesome but do what you wish!! Thank you!!!

this is what it's like to fall for you. — hinata shoyo x gn!reader.

🏐 genre: fluff !

🖋️ word count: 474

💭 summary: it was like everything tasted sweeter, everything looked brighter, everything felt warmer when you realized... you're in love with your best friend, hinata shoyo.

maybe it was the atmosphere on that chilly, winter evening; maybe it was the shine that flickered on the koi fishes' scales... or maybe it was the way the evening light shone down on his face, illuminating his bright, beaming smile that rivaled the light of the stars in the sky and sun in the day. it was cold that evening, but even the silver snow crunching underfoot melted whenever he smiled, whenever he laughed.

how did you notice this just now?

you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, that heat in your cheeks wouldn't go away, and your eyes kept drifting to the orange-haired firecracker that was your bestfriend. he kept calling for you to come over and try feeding the koi, handing you some fish pellets, grinning widely. "i bet they'll love you the minute you come over to them, you're too gorgeous and sweet for them not to love you!"

you chuckle and remind shoyo that the fish wouldn't remember you after a while, making shoyo a little disappointed. he frowned and pouted as he leaned closer to you. "sucks to be a fish, then... i wouldn't ever forgive myself if i'd forget someone as amazing as you."

hw was too sweet and cute for his own good, and that was a bad thing. he was supposed to your friend, your best friend–and now your feelings... are shifting. like how a cloud moves away from the moon and unsheathes its light; you get a moment of clarity, and feel your heart thump a few beats faster than it did earlier. or maybe, this was just how you felt ever since whenever shoyo would get this close...

either way, you fed the fish, and watched with shoyo as he chuckled in amazement how the fish ate up the pellets you dropped into the pond. you smiled, but you wish you could help yourself; but you can't, because... you were in love. you were in love with the beaming and walking sunshine on earth that was your best friend, hinata shoyo. maybe you'd regret falling for your best friend, or maybe something beautiful would come out of these feelings; but either way... you leaned against him and pointed out the different patterns on the koi's backs, with shoyo looking all wide-eyed and grinning from ear-to-ear in innocent amazement.

he was so lovable, and you wished... you wished you could tell him. but now wouldn't be the right time–someday, that time would come. but tonight, tonight, you'd enjoy being with him, even if he didn't know yet that the most important, darling person in his life adored him with the purest love in the world. all that love was all for him, nobody else–and it was just as warm and sweet as the sunshine he emulated with his bright personality and warm smiles.

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sweetbbyshion · 11 months

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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.”

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