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omiiuvz · 2 months
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𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧’ ; 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧
msby boys being lovestricken (╹◡╹)♡ (pt.1)
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note!! fluff, slightly suggestive, gen!reader, timeskip hq boys , not proof-read
hinata shoyo , sakusa kiyoomi x gen!reader (seperate)
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SAKUSA KIYOOMI ★彡
"you are burning lasers into my back." despite saying so in feigned annoyance, it doesn't affect you. instead you respond to his remark with a slight chuckle, meanwhile kiyoomi only peeks behind him to look at what new thing has bombarded your little brain.
he's busy washing the dishes while you're sat on the counter admiring from behind— eyes scanning at how his tone muscles are being enhanced through his tight shirt. he's wearing a white gym tee, and it's hugging every inch of those back muscles you can't help from oggling at. his waist is being perfectly defined as well, god you want to touch him. obviously you'd stare him down.
"omi." he sucks in a breath, anticipating what stupid question will leave your mouth this time.
of course he truly does not care, he loves your stupid questions and rambles. loves your goofy side as it allows him to embrace a little silliness in him too! loves it when you smother him in affection, you are the only exception to touching him as you please.
"I love your back muscles." he chokes. now that, he wasn't expecting. the glass plate almost flew out of his gloves hands from your sudden confession.
"what?" is all he can say, completely baffled. kiyoomi is only met with the sound of your slippers hitting the wooden floor. then its your hands slipping onto his waist— they're feeling his sides and it's causing him to flush strawberry red— the fabric is so smooth that it makes it much more easier to snake your hands all over him.
before he could even take in a breath, he feels your hands now suddenly rubbing along the broadness of his back. you are driving him insane.
"y/n, quit it. m'trying to wash the dishes." but he's far from washing them now. the plate in his hand is long gone, only sitting in the secondary sink waiting to be rinsed off.
"mm, but you look so good omi~" you're pawing on his waist again, pulling him closer causing him to jolt a bit.
the sound of those pink rubber gloves hitting the sink in frustration signals you that he's given up. finally he's fully looking at you, pointedly albeit, but you grin at him with success.
he's turned himself around with a huff, leaning against the countertop looking down at you cordially.
"you're such a puppy aren't you?" you were about to talk back, however your words are sucked back in as you feel his lips abruptly on your own.
now it was your turn to turn red, you could almost feel yourself fall though his hand are quick to wrap around your waist— you swear you could feel him smile with pride by getting back at you.
he's pushing himself more against you, the proximity between you both is long gone. he allows another hand to caress your cheek, his thumb gliding a slight under your eye. — lips moving skillfully on yours, your grasp around his body is now gripping tightly on the cloth. the tips of his dark curls are touching your forehead, the pressure of your intimate action only increasing.
it's only when you push him away, desperate for oxygen that the kiss breaks. the distance between you both though still ever so close. the feeling of each others hot breaths and the small silence is cut off with a small chuckle leaving those soft lips of his.
"are you happy now?" a small pinch on your cheek is followed with his teasing, making you pout. still you're again left blushing.
he's stupidly in love with you.
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HINATA SHOYO ☆彡
he swears its been centuries. no maybe even longer than that, whatever is longer than centuries that's what it felt like for hinata. he felt like he was on death's door, because fuck he missed you so much.
muscular arms are wrapped around you so tightly, you're basically suffering from his overwhelming (but wondrous) affection.
"sho, you're gonna kill me with your hugs," exasperating with giggles, you try to push him a little as your stuck planted on his lap. he's been like this ever since he arrived home from an overseas MSBY tournament, dragging you off your feet and encasing you on your couch. he just missed you. your body. your warmth, your love.
"mm little longer baby I promise. 'just missed you so much... n'your scent." lips are tickling the crook of your neck, now your giggles were out of fluster, face beet red.
hands incased between his biceps, while his were gripping your hips and lower back like its last life. his hot breath is making yourself feel warmer than usual, thank god you were at home. you could feel the heat rising up to your ears, his clinginess has gotten you in an blushing mess.
yet now you really needed to push him off before you die of his intimacy. so with no other option with every last bit of strength you tilted your head up just enough to place small loving kisses along his neck. he's letting out small shriek then its followed with a low groan, begging for you to stop.
"mmf! stop baby- tickles!" finally he backed away from you, however that doesn't mean you're not off his lap and his arms still embracing your figure. he is though finally away from your very much hot face.
"wow you're red." is all he says once composed, face completely oblivious to the reasons on why you are oh so red. his remark makes you cower, face falling to hide in his chest. you send him a small light punches, muttering words of protest.
"that's because of you, you idiot!"
he admires this cute side of you. rubbing his hand along your back he apologizes, leaning in to shower you in kisses as an apology.
he starts from your shoulders, then up to your neck— it tickles but you love it when he kisses you like this. full of so much of love that it's radiating off of him. the way each peck is gently being placed as if you're made of glass. his grasp on you still tight but not too much that it hurts— then his lips meet your cheeks. not long before he's asking you to look up at him so his lips can meet your own.
"look at me baby, wanna kiss your pretty lips."
he's never felt more at home than now.
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@omiiuvz | 02.24.24
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radiantteacup · 9 months
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!
✧.*Mentions of marathon sex, creaming, vaginal penetration, scratching, overstim
༊*·˚Your husband has a break, he just wants to spend with you, in bed. <3
˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ HINATA, Oikawa, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Suna, BOKUTO (Separate)
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The sound of rain pattering against your window brought you back to reality. Your strong husband had a week of break after his team won overall gold at the Summer Olympics.
He had been so high strung since their incredible victory, and very horny too.
The news reporters insisted people stay dry, but he kept you soaking wet. Talk about marathon sex.
"F-Fuck babe, slow down!"
Your nails dug into the strong muscles in his back as you clung to him, trying to ground yourself as he pounded into your poor pussy. The wet sounds of skin slapping, and the head board slamming against the wall filled the room, his hips meeting your ass at an brutal pace.
You hardly registered the feeling of him pinning your knees against your chest until the change of angle had you seeing stars, loud moans of ecstasy spilling from between your swollen lips.
You feel yet another orgasm building quickly, and you know your husband can feel it too. His thrusts become sloppy and loud groans and grunts came slipping from between his plump lips.
"Fuck baby girl, feel so fucking good f'me."
His words only draw you closer to your high, shocks of pleasure shooting through your body, leaving you shaking in his strong arms.
Your borderline pornographic moans fill the room, manicured nails dragging down his back as you cream around his cock.
Your mind feels fuzzy, hardly recognizing the feeling of his lips pressing gentle kisses onto your skin.
"Did so good f'me baby. Just one more round okay honey?"
No rest for the wicked it seems.
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kairismess · 4 months
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—☆ how the haikyuu boys would react to your forehead kisses.
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HINATA SHOYO.
his orange eyes blink open and closed as the heat in his cheeks rise, while the corners of his lips quiver in surprise; you... kissed him? you really kissed him?
hinata's cheeks flushed with pink, and his hand felt over the area on his forehead where your lips once planted a soft kiss on him. he couldn't believe it, a kiss from you–it felt too good to be true!
"y-your lips feel so nice!" he exclaimed, his eyes widened and his lips into a wide grin; his face was completely flushed at this point, and he can't believe his luck, a forehead kiss from you was a complete and utter blessing!
KAGEYAMA TOBIO.
a small noise escapes his lips, it was a surprised whimper that slipped away from his lips oh so suddenly. he hadn't expected you to press your lips against his forehead when you placed your hands on both sides of his face, but he didn't hate it, not one bit.
he tried to formulate words, to express the feelings he struggled to even identify; his feelings were going haywire, and his lips were running a mile a minute as he tried to say something to fill in the lingering, intimate yet slightly awkwars silence after you kissed his forehead.
"i... l-love you... and your... lips..." he mumbled out, his dark blue eyes darting from every corner of the room that the light could touch. he was unable to look at you straight in the eye for more than a second, his fluster was getting way out of hand the longer he let the wonderful feelings and blissful event sink into his heart and mind.
YAMAGUCHI TADASHI.
his face immediately erupted into a reddish pink across his cheeks–his freckles drowned in the utter red that was strewn across his face, he looked like a strawberry, you thought, as his mouth hung a little agape.
he chuckled lightly under his breath as he asked himself, "did... that really happen?" he was still in disbelief that you had kissed his forehead; this was one of his biggest dreams, and he finally got it when he least expected it.
he couldn't help but chuckle every time he tried to talk to you about it, it just made him so giddy that he couldn't help but erupt into a shy laughter, making you laugh as he leaned closer to you, kind of begging for more kisses from you with his clinginess.
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hoesoflamentation · 8 months
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𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖊𝖝
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FEATURING !! oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, ukai keishin
all are gn!reader (i use "hole" when discussing penetration). characters are adults. please read the individual warnings for each character!
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)
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𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆
FEELS LIKE PENT-UP RAGE !!
WARNINGS !! dirty talk/strong language, penetrative s3x, creampie
"You miss this cock, baby?" Oikawa taunts, ramming into your aching hole from behind. "You been thinkin' about me when you touch yourself, all alone at night? Wishing I'd come over and make a mess of your pretty little hole?" Overcome with the sensation of his cock curving inside of you, all you can do is give in: "Yes, Tooru, yes!" Oikawa fucks you with all the pent-up rage he's been harboring since the breakup; all the green-eyed envy he's clung to as he's imagined you riding another man to your climax. Like you, he tried to get over you by getting under someone new... but it fills him with unspeakable anger to imagine you doing the same. Each time Oikawa has the intrusive thought of you screaming another man's name -- with the same lips you used to wrap around his cock, no less -- he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, until your eyes fill with tears. But for all his arrogance, Oikawa has to admit he needs you just as badly as you need him. With every buck of his hips, he lets out a deep groan that betrays just how badly he's missed this... how badly he's missed you. For months, Oikawa had simply been going through the motions: swiping right, sliding into someone new, slipping his clothes back on, and sneaking out in the middle of the night. But as he pumps his cum into you in hot spurts, hugging you around the waist, he wonders if what he's really been searching for has been this -- has been you -- all along.
𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆
FEELS LIKE MUSCLE MEMORY !!
WARNINGS !! cheating, blowjob, deepthroating
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Hinata whispers, for what has to be the dozenth time. By now, you know him well enough to know what he's really asking: 'are you sure you want me?' And what a dumbass, you think to yourself. Even though it's wrong, even though he has a girlfriend waiting for him downstairs, you have never wanted anything more than you want Hinata right now. But that's one thing you will never say to him out loud. Instead, pressed against your ex in the confines of the closet, you shush him with a kiss and begin unbuckling his belt. "A-ah!" he gasps as his cock springs free from his jeans, surrounded by tufts of soft ginger hair. The party below is soon forgotten as you sink to your knees and take him into your mouth, caressing his shaft with your tongue -- exactly the way he likes it. You know this is how he likes it, because you remember Hinata's body as if it were the words to an old favorite song. "A-ah!" the redhead gasps in surprise as you cup his balls in your hand, your tongue dancing back and forth along his veiny cock. Hinata begins to arch his hips into the motions of your mouth, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to press himself further down your throat. He breathes deeply, as if to commit your scent to memory, and releases a moan. "God, Y/n, I've been wanting this for so long," Hinata babbles. "I've thought about this every day since we broke up... I can't even cum without thinking about you."
𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆
FEELS LIKE YOU BELONG !!
WARNINGS !! cheating, dubcon, making out, marking, posessive!tsukki
Tsukishima drags you out of the restaurant, away from your new boyfriend and his friends; his hand locked around your wrist like a steel cuff. Indignantly, you tear your arm from his group and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Without missing a beat, Tsukishima snaps back, "I'm taking you home with me!" Quietly, he adds, "...where you belong." You fall silent, unsure of what to say. If you weren't still in love with him, you might have turned around, gone back inside, and reassured your boyfriend that nothing was going on between the two of you. Except that wouldn't be the truth, would it? You knew it the moment you saw Tsukishima: it wasn't over yet. Maybe that's why, the moment you crawl into the backseat of the Uber, you can't keep your hands off each other. Tsukishima initiates the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a dance that feels like sparring. His hand slips up your thigh, squeezing it with a possessive grip; Tsukishima sucks on the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving an abundance of hickeys as if to say 'Kei was here.' "Mine," he mumbles into your clammy skin. "All mine." And you don't correct him. Because regardless of what happens next, in this moment, your heart belongs to him.
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FEELS LIKE COMING HOME !!
WARNINGS !! penetrative s3x, creampie, cigarette smoking (ukai, not reader)
It isn't like you to show up on your ex's doorstep in the pouring rain. You feel like some kind of pathetic romcom character, but you will yourself to knock anyways. Ukai answers the door in nothing but your favorite pair of gray joggers, looking like a man who hasn't slept in weeks. "Keishin, I... I fucked up," you admit sheepishly, cheeks surging with heat at the sight of his bare torso. "I never should have left. Please, let me come home." Ukai seems surprised to see you, but not as surprised as you are when he pulls you into a deep kiss, cradling your face delicately in his hands. When you were together, the sex was always great -- but the way he holds you this time is different; more sacred somehow. Ukai doesn't fuck you: he makes love to you, his lips lingering on every dimple and fold of your bare skin; his hands tangling intimately in your hair, refusing to break eye contact with every thrust of his hips. As he's about to cum inside of you, Ukai leans in and whispers in your ear: "God, Y/n, you're perfect... I wish I never let you go." Afterwards, Ukai lights a cigarette, and the air between you grows heavy with unspoken words. "There's the door," he says, feigning nonchalance. "You can leave whenever you want." But despite the lingering awkwardness and his can't-be-assed expression, you know him better than anyone -- and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he wants you to stay. Wordlessly, you curl up on his chest, and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.
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lowkeyremi · 6 months
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Double Trouble timeskip!hinata x reader
note: i wanted to expand on shoyo as a dad
CW: past pregnancy, children, twins, established relationship
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"I don't wan' the blue one daddy, I wan' da one Mia has." Nia whines when her father tries to give her the blue tube of yogurt.
"I'm sorry baby, but sissy got the last red one." Shoyo explains to her softly. It doesn't soften the blow though, her face starts to scrunch up.
"Don't cry honey, the blue one is really good! Yummy yum!" Your little munchkin starts to sniffle, "Here go, sissy, you have da red one."
Mia is such a kind little girl, sharing with her twin. Shoyo thought having twins would be chaotic because of how the Miya twins are with one another, but so far it hasn't been that bad. They are only four though, it might get worse when they get a little older.
"Thank you sissy." Nia says with a smile as she trades yogurts with her sister.
"Well, I'm glad that worked out." The girls look up at their dad, big doe eyes, one pair filled to the brim with tears the other pair glowing.
Nia wipes away her tears with her chubby little hand. Hinata follows his little girls to the table. He's on daddy duty today while you're out on a three day business trip. Hinata was going to call the sitter but she's had the flu for the past couple of days, which in terms could affect the girls and maybe just make her feel worse.
As devoted as the man is to his work, he took off those three days because he has enough sick days to do so. Taking time off of work for the children is one of the many sacrifices he makes for deciding to have kids.
"I think mama will be kinda mad I didn't take you guys to daycare today." In his defense, he woke up late, and not just a few minutes kind of late. Two hours, kind of late. It's easier for him to call daycare and say his girls were sick rather than explain that he was unprepared, so that's what he did.
"Ms. Momoko gonna call mama, right?" Mia asks. The yogurt tube is almost empty. She's a fast eater just like her papa.
"Huh? What?!" Your poor husband doesn't even get time to think out an excuse, you're calling him right now.
"Crap." He picks up your call.
"Hey darling." His voice is suave. Best to soften the blow with his sexy voice. His girls giggle at his voice deepening.
"Hey Sho, are the girls alright? I knew something was going around at daycare and Nia seemed a little bit sniffly before I left." The worry in your voice calms Hinata. Luckily you haven't caught on.
"Yeah, they're in bed right now. Do we have any canned soup?" The girls look at him. They give him that face little kids give when you're lying.
"I think there should be some miso in the fridge, heat it up for them, okay?" He nods forgetting you can't actually see him.
"Of course, I'll make clear soup for them." Nia walks up to her father, "I wanna talk to mama!"
Hinata chuckles hesitantly, "What are you doing out of bed little girl?"
You coo softly at Nia when Hinata hands her the phone. He's trying to mouth to her to keep quiet about not being sick, but of course, with her only being four she doesn't get it.
"You feeling okay, baby?" A small fake cough escapes Nia's throat. Hinata hopes you don't hear how fake that was.
"My thoat hurt, but daddy takin care of us." She whines.
"Aww your throat? You're so cute. Mama hopes you feel better, is Mia close by or is she sleeping?" Nia hands the phone over to Mia, "Nia, you still there, honey?"
"Hi mama." Mia has a silky voice which causes you to once again be in awe of the the cute little girls that were once in your womb.
"Hi Mia, Mama misses you." She smiles brightly at your voice. Both of the girls are infatuated with you. When they first started walking they would not ever leave your side. Not even to use the bathroom.
"I miss you more. My thoat hurts too, but I be okay." You find it adorable how your girls comfort you.
"I hope you get better, baby girl. I love you very much. Can I talk to daddy?" She lets out a small hum. Your husband once again has the phone.
"Okay baby, gotta go. The girls need their soup." You quickly notice how he's in a rush to get off of the phone with you.
"I have to get back to work, call you later?"
"Of course, I love you." The sincerity of his voice always gets to you. Shoyo is always so understanding and quick to help. It's one of the many things you love about him.
"Love you too." He says his goodbyes and you say yours. Hinata never hangs up on you, so you always have to do it.
"That was a close one. Good acting girls." The ginger sticks out his hand for them to high five.
"My thoat rweally do hurt." They say at the same time.
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shoyoist · 2 years
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make me *cough* cum *cough* in just two or three sentences with shoyo’s name in it.
content: f!reader, grinding, morning sex, it's a lil rough, a few slaps on your ass, cumming inside. note: alright this is not one sentence but allow me to share a thought with you!
—。˚ ♡ shoyo just never wants to let you go.
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been thinking so hard about hinata shoyo who wakes up early saturday morning, knowing he's got a practise and a check up with his nutritionist to go to, plus a physical assessment with iwaizumi in the evening, that he cant afford to miss.
he's got a game coming up in the next week, and all of the preparations are necessary. and while he does love the building thrill of getting ready for an oncoming match, he cant help but feel upset as he switches off his alarm and sits up.
it's been a long week, and now his weekend's going to be spent away from you, too :(
"baby," he calls you softly, placing a hand on your hip and shaking gently. you're dressed in only one of his tshirts and your panties, and your figure looks so pretty, so inviting, as you lay there, back to him, the curves and lines of your body highlighted by the morning glow coming through the window. "baby, wake up?"
"mmh?" there's a mumble from you in answer after the third shake, and you roll over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him, cheek creased with lines from the wrinkled pillow you were laying on. "shoyo? g'morning... what's wrong?"
you're so sweet ;( so cute when you look up at him like that, all hazy eyed with the dream you were just having, words slurred with the cloudy feel of having just woken up. "need you, baby." he urges, because he thinks he might be too tired to have you later, when he comes home tonight.
you might even be asleep by the time he gets back, the way you were last night, when he'd walked into the bedroom to see you cuddled up under the covers, one hand between your legs, the other pressed to your lips — as if you'd fallen asleep touching yourself, whispering his name out for no one to hear.
your eyes skirt down his shirtless figure, sleepily tracing the muscle of his chest and abs, before you focus on his cock, already hard under his shorts. he palms at it, gives you an insistent whine, voice raspy with sleep. "please, sweetheart? need you on my cock :("
"now?" you ask, but you sit up anyway, and the pout on his face disappears immediately, replaced with a bright, eager grin as he takes your hips and pulls you into his lap. "sho—"
"shhh," he sighs happily, lips landing on your throat as he breathes in your scent, a hint of sweetness still on your skin from the bath you'd taken last night, the smell of your soap still lingering on you along with a whiff of his own deod and cologne, that's on his tshirt.
it makes his cock go harder still, and he groans, lifting his hips up a little to meet your clothed pussy, giggling at the moan the contact pulls from you. "miss this pussy," he whispers, hot on your neck. "let me have it?"
"'s all yours," you tell him, hands fumbling to grab onto his shoulders, his heavy biceps, trying to maintain balance as he rocks you up and down, the friction of his cock on your clit getting harder and harder as he slowly, steadily increases his pace. "just—take it already, baby."
"so impatient," hinata coos, eyes bright as they watch your face, smiling and landing a kiss on your chin when you give him a scowl. "baby's been needy for me, huh?"
"yes," you gasp, as he finally gets one hand between your legs, pulling aside your panties and resting the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. it's hot, how he's teasing your folds with his length, taking it in his fist and running his head up 'n down your slit, making you go all wet and messy within minutes. "yes, please, you're never home anymore."
"aw, baby, dont say that :(" he mumbles, letting go of his cock — which of course, ellicits an indignant keen from you — to grab the back of your neck instead, bringing you close to touch his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry 'bout that, alright? promise i'll be with you every second of every day, once the season's out. we'll go on vacation together."
"wherever i want?" your lashes flutter as you look down, wishing he didnt have one hand cupped around your ass, holding you up, so you couldnt sink down on his cock just yet, despite how badly you wanted to.
"wherever you want." he promises, and kisses you, the taste of your sleep mingling with eachother as he finally slips his cock into your cunt, and his mouth parts against yours to let out a whispered curse.
fuck, his cock is so thick — so fat and heavy as it slides in through your entrance, stretching out your gummy, velvet walls and moulding you to the shape of it instantly, as he bottoms out; the feeling of being stuffed so full and well is new all over again, after having missed it for over a whole damn week.
the stretch is so, so good. "ah— shoyo!"
"i've got you, sunshine." he sighs, giving you an experimental cant of his hips up, nudging his cock in even deeper, and you moan, falling into him as you struggle to adjust to him all at once. "fuck, s' tight. gonna make me cum within minutes, arent you?"
"hhh— slow, slow." you gasp, lips against the shell of his ear as one of your hands climb up to tangle through the bright, fiery curls of his hair. "cant take s'much like this."
"you'll be fine," he squeezes at your ass, before giving the soft flesh a slap — it's hardly any of his spiker's strength, but it still makes you flinch, still makes the plush skin burn. "haah! shoyo, fuck!"
he laughs, the sound so sweet in contrast to the sudden change in how he's fucking up into you—
tightening his hold on your body, he starts a faster pace, every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt making your pussy squelch, making you gasp with how he knocks the air from your lungs with his strength. "told me this pussy's all mine, mhm, baby? let me fuck it how i want."
your nails dig little crescent shapes into the tan, rosy skin of his shoulders, a part of your mind wondering how the hell hinata can so easily switch from slowly grinding his hard-on against your clothed clit to bouncing you up and down on his lap like this — fucking you senseless right after you'd both woken up, so early in the morning that the sun is barely off the horizon yet.
"hah, shit," he moans, voice both raspy and pitchy at the same time, tilting his head back as his movements get desperate. "g'na cum, baby, g'na cum."
he's hot against you, sweat glistening across his pectorals as his chest rises and falls with the depth of his breathing, thighs slick with your wetness as you drip down on him, embarrassingly wet—
then, he tilts his body in and makes you lean into him, grabs you by the back of your neck once more so he can pull you into a kiss, steamy and sloppy with unfiltered need — "cumming, baby," he groans, voice hoarse with pleasure. "g'na fill you all up— fuck."
and as he cums, painting your walls in thick, warm white, he slams into you hard enough to push you over the edge with him.
his drooling tip hits your favourite spot, and when he knows he's found it by your moan, he rolls his hips up, hitting it again and again as he leaks cum into you, the excess dripping out and smearing your thighs and his.
"cum with me, sweetheart," hinata breathes, and you do.
you cum, the clench and flutter of your pussy around his cock so tight, sucking him in all the way with his next sloppy thrust upwards — so tight, hugging him so well, it's like your pussy's telling him to stay with you, like your pussy never wants to let him go.
"fuck, baby." he hisses through gritted teeth, though you haven't said anything, and captures your lips in another messy kiss.
he watches the stars in your eyes, the blissed out expression you wear, and groans, "don't wanna ever fuckin' let you go, either."
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clubkira · 5 months
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okay but!! childhood friends to lovers shoyo where whenever the two of u wld play house at school, he’d always insist that u two get to be mom and dad… he thinks uve forgotten it once u get too old for playground games but its always been his dream to marry his childhood sweetheart n actually make his puppy crush reenactments a reality…
ANON HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU RN FOR THIS… I ACTUALLY SOBBED HAPPY TEARS JUST READING THIS I’M SUCH A SUCKER FOR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS… AND WITH SHOYO? PASSES OUT AND DIES!!!
and i wrote a lil blurb abt this:3
content. jealous and puppy lovesick shoyo <3 childhood crushes and established relationship (in highschool). timeskip takes place third year of hs. lowercase intended. not proofread bcs self indulgent and i’m writing this as i go hehe I WANT TO TURN THIS INTO AN ACTUAL FIC
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“nooo,” shoyo whines loudly, pulling the little barbie doll out of your classmate’s tiny hands, “i want y/n to be the mommy!”
she whimpers when he rips the toy away from her, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, “but you always let her be the mom though, i want to play too!”
shoyo looks around the toy bins nearby and picks up a dog toy halfheartedly before handing it to her dully, “here, you can be our doggie.”
“that’s not fair!! i’m not a doggie!”
“but me and y/n are the mom and dad!!”
in between them sits you, sitting cross legged on the floor while pretending to cook a dinner for your dysfunctional family as the kindergarten teacher begins to seperate the two bickering kids to your sides. the plastic toy eggs are starting to burn by the time she realizes your two friends are fighting.
“aya, shoyo! stop fighting!”
shoyo refuses to let go of the barbie regardless of how much your teacher pleads with him to let aya have a turn, and when she scolds him he huffs, plopping down beside you angrily after tossing the doll away to aya’s feet.
he looks so upset, normally shining eyes now downturned and staring at the carpet floor. you turn off the little kitchen playset’s stove and wrap your arms around him in a hug, his fluffy hair tickles through your sweater.
“we can still play house, sho,” you comfort him to the best of your four year old abilities, “i can be the doggie this time so aya can be mommy and daddy with you!”
“but i don’t want her to be the mom..” shoyo pouts, leaning into your touch. “i want you.”
his stubbornness isn’t anything unusual for a kid his age, but shoyo’s always been very insistent on playing house with you and never letting your other classmates join. and if they did they were only ever miscellaneous side characters such as a couch or various pets.
“hey, y/n..” shoyo brings one of your hands into his, looking up at you with a hopefull look in his eyes, “we should just get married when we’re older, so we can always be mommy and daddy when playing house.”
you smile, not noticing the way shoyo’s cheeks flush when you hug him closer. “of course, sho! that sounds so fun!”
a little hesitant, shoyo’s stiff posture slowly relaxes once again, returning with a bright grin of his own to match yours. “yeah!”
that was years ago; and now you’re both in highschool, where you and shoyo’s old toys you’d use to play house with have now been replaced for videogame consoles and volleyballs strewn across his room whilst laying atop his bed in his chest, using his remote to scroll through the channels on his t.v.
it’s comfortable, just as it’s always been between you and shoyo.
“hey, y/n” shoyo mutters into the crook of your shoulder, his hands wrapped loosely around your waist tighten a little. “do you remember back in kindergarten when i said i’d marry you so we can always play house?”
“mmm,” you hum, still absentmindedly flipping through the different channels (mainly comprising of volleyball and sports, because it’s shoyo’s t.v of course) “yeah, why?”
“oh, you do?” he sounds surprised, shifting to sit up in bed and pulling you in with him, “i sort of figured you’d forget all that.”
“well, when my best friend keeps fighting with our classmates over playing house with me everyday how can i forget?” you chuckle, letting a comfortable silence overtakes the room once again but this time it seems a little different.
normally shoyo would’ve responded with a teasing quip of his own, but no such thing comes.
you turn around, tearing your eyes away from a volleyball highlights reel to notice shoyo’s downcast eyes, leaning back into his plush pillows and staring at the ground beneath his bed.
“sho?”
he gulps unsurely, still adverting his gaze. “just uh, forget i said that.”
that response definitely makes you suspicious, coming from shoyo who wears his emotions on the sleeve of his shirt. your boyfriend, who is never afraid to say what’s on his mind now seems hesitant.
“what is it, sho?” you ask softly, bringing a hand to his cheek to turn him towards you, “you can tell me anything, sho.”
shoyo eyes soften when seeing your concerned features; and like from when he was a child he leans into your touch once more, the only difference being your childhood friend turned boyfriend is all grown up now, and realizes the implications of what his words really mean now.
with a gentle kiss to your palms, shoyo brings you in closer by the waist, placing your head right above his chest, allowing you to hear his quickening heartbeat.
“… what if i said i was serious about marrying you?”
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tobxiyu · 5 months
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your socials as sugawara koushi's gf !
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koushiiyns : my minion
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ynnkoushiss : i look cute there
koushiiyns : you always look cute love
noyaaaa_thunder : YN WAKE UP AND BREAK UP W/ HIM AND DATE ME INSTEAD
koushiiyns : @noyaaaa_thunder sleep with one eye open.
noyaaaa_thunder : IT WAS A JOKE I SWEAR
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sawamura_daichi : please keep this two away from making out infront of me.
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koushiiyns : were not even kissing 🤨??
sawamura_daichi : you we're about to if i didn't called the two of you.
ynnkoushiss : party pooper @sawamura_daichi
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ynnkoushiss : my baby feel asleep
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kei : cringe.
ynnkoushiss : i hope you fall off the stairs and broke your glasses
kagetobs : i hope that happens.
kei : 🙄
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💬. sorry if this is soo short im lazy asf but still i hope you enjoyed thisss ily<3
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kitashousewife · 10 months
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“happy birthday shoyo!” your cheery voice cuts through the quiet room and hinata chuckles. it’s midnight in brazil, but you’re many hours ahead.
“thank you baby,” he rasps, voice tired and eyes a little sleepy after the long day. “are you up to anything fun today?”
you scoff, eyebrows raised from where you stand in your kitchen.
“that’s it? it’s your birthday sho! this isn’t about me,” you wave your hands dismissively and your boyfriend laughs.
truth be told, hinata was dreading his birthday. another day in a different country, far from his family and friends. based on how his phone is blowing up, it doesn’t seem like anyone forgot, but it’s just not the same. no special breakfasts, no traditions, no forced photos in front of his cake by his mom. just another day.
“i’m gonna sleep in, that’s for sure,” he sighs, flopping onto his back and holdimg you in the air. “i’m sure i’ll get a call from my mom and natsu, maybe tobio. but if not, no worries.”
“no worries?” you shriek. “shoyo it’s your birthday for crying out loud! you deserve the world every day, but especially today.”
he smiles at your frantic state, heart swelling at just how much you care and worry for him. every day he gets a reminder text from you about sunscreen and water, another about eating a good meal, and you’re always asking him to rest more than he would like to. you care so much, and he’s not sure what he would do without you.
“okay, okay,” the hand not holding his phone raises up. “i think i’ll sleep in and head down to the coffee shop i like and grab something to eat,” he thinks for a minute. “then i’ll come home, change, head to the beach for a few games, and then maybe mess around in the water. i’m sure it will be hot tomorrow.”
“don’t forget your sunscreen,” you advise, standing in your kitchen preparing lunch. you miss how hinata mouths exactly what you said, while you said it.
“oh, are you kidding? i would never,” he shakes his head, holding back a smirk when he sees you raise an eyebrow.
“the red on your chest says otherwise.”
ignoring the slight burn on his skin, he continues.
“there’s a spot pretty close to me that has the best food, the one i was telling you about a couple weeks ago. i’ll probably get dinner there, maybe pick up a treat on the way home, and then relax for the night. nothing too crazy.”
“please check your mail at some point! i won’t say why, but it might be a good idea to stop by,” you smile and hinata rolls his eyes. “but that sounds like a good birthday, sho.”
he nods, now very sleepy after feeling comforted by your voice.
“i’m really sorry i couldn’t spend your birthday with you.”
his heart sinks for a second, but he does his best to pull himself together.
“it’s okay baby, it will be a great day regardless. besides, i got to talk to you first thing on my birthday, so it’s already perfect. i’ll be sure to keep you updated on the day. it will be like you’re right here!”
he yawns, eyes getting heavier by the minute as he gets comfortable in his mattress. he ac hums in the background, slowly lulling him to sleep.
“get some sleep shoyo. i love you! happy birthday,” you smile wide and he grins. he mumbles a very tired i love you before hanging up. you put your phone in your pocket and grab the suitcase that sits near your front door, packed and ready to go.
if everything goes smoothly, you should be at the birthday boy’s door just in time for his breakfast run.
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ghostlygeto · 5 months
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back home | hinata shoyo
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pairing: hinata shoyo x gn!reader
warnings: breakups, hurt/comfort, brazil era hinata, reader is too good for him...they deserve better...., hinata calls reader "baby", they make up!, not proof read
wc: 1.1k
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“you’re coming home next week, right?” you asked hinata, smiling at him through the phone screen. he had been in brazil for close to two years now, and although you understood why he moved there, that didn’t make the distance easier. “it’ll be so nice to finally see you in person, shoyo. no more video calls, not for a long time.”
when you were met with silence from your boyfriend and you saw the guilty look on his face your stomach dropped. “shoyo?”
“just a couple more weeks. two months, that’s all,” hinata started, staring at you through the screen, “you understand, right baby? you know that this is a crazy opportunity.”
you sighed. yes, being able to uproot his life and move to brazil to focus on volleyball was a crazy opportunity, two years ago when it initially happened. now it just seemed so repetitive. hinata plans a date to finally move back home, he gets you excited and prepared for his return, and then he drops the bomb that he’s staying longer. 
at first you couldn’t blame him, knowing how excited he was to be there and to learn and become better. you were excited for him, too, because that’s what it means to be in love. but now as you stared at his ginger hair and tan skin through the phone, you weren’t sure it was worth it anymore.
“shoyo,” you start, “i don’t think i can wait another two months. it was fine the first few times you added an additional month or two to the trip. but now…” you trailed off, seeing the hurt on his face. “two years is a long time to be apart. i’m tired of waiting.”
“wait but- i already agreed, i can’t take it back. and two months isn’t that long.” hinata rambled, trying to justify it to the both of you it seemed. “you can’t let this be it, i’ll be home soon baby.”
“i can’t, hinata.” it felt like both of you froze up at the use of his last name, but it was necessary. “i can’t keep waiting forever. this isn’t good for either of us and you know it isn’t. you deserve to spend as much time in brazil as you want, and i deserve a boyfriends that’s…”
“there.” hinata finished your sentence, no longer looking at the camera. you were sure you caught sight of tears already filling his brown eyes. you felt guilty, of course you did. you knew he loved you and you loved him, but you weren’t built for this kind of distance. “i understand. i just…wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
you nodded, wishing things could be different as well. but things didn’t always work out the way you’d wanted them to. and this was one of those times, it seemed. “when you’re ready to come home, i’ll be ready to try again. but for now i think this is best.”
hinata stayed silent for several minutes, trying to find the right words to say. but what could he say? he realized he had destroyed the only thing outside volleyball that mattered to him. you had been there for him through everything, the only person that had been by his side longer was kageyama (and even then, it was only by a year). and now you were going to be gone. back in japan by yourself like you had been for the last two years, but it was real this time.
“right.” hinata wasn’t sure what else to say. he wanted to beg you to stay, to please just hold out a little longer. but it was unfair, wasn’t it? and he knew that. you knew that. it was just hard to come to terms with. “so. i guess this is goodbye?”
“for now,” you nod your head, “yes, this is goodbye.”
“i love you, y/n.”
the video call ends.
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“ah, hang on a second. someone just rang my doorbell,” you adjust the phone in your hand as you walked to the front door. you were currently on the phone with one of your friends from high school, asking if she could help you move out soon. it had only been a week since you spoke to shoyo, so you hadn’t had time to move yet. but thankfully you got everything arranged so you'd be out soon.
looking through the peephole, you felt your breath catch in your throat at the person on the other side. “i’m gonna have to call you back later, yeah? okay, bye.” you hung the phone up and checked the peephole one more time, just to make sure you weren’t seeing things.
“shoyo?” your eyes were wide as you cracked open the door. you were almost sure that it was a figment of your imagination, how on earth could he be standing in front of you right now? according to him, he still had seven more weeks in brazil.
“y/n,” hinata smiled widely, shoulders relaxing as his eyes landed on you, “thank god you’re still here. i was worried you’d be gone by now.”
“shoyo what are you doing here? i thought you were going to be in brazil for another two months?” you opened the door the rest of the way, ushering him inside and helping him with a few of his bags. it took everything in you to not immediately take him into your arms, kiss him on his face and cry tears of joy.
“brazil was amazing. the best time of my life, and i wish i could stay forever,” hinata started, looking away from you for a second before meeting your eyes again, “but nothing in the world is worth losing you. i’d quit playing volleyball tomorrow if you asked me to.”
you almost laughed at him. “well, i’m never going to ask you to quit playing volleyball. it’s the most important thing in your life.”
“after you, of course.” he quickly corrected. the smile fell from him face as quickly as you had seen it form. “i’m so sorry, y/n. i had been unfair to you for almost two years. i can’t believe i ever considered staying there for a second longer. please forgive me. i don’t want to break up.”
tears welled in your eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “sho,” you sniffled, taking him into your arms the way you had immediately wanted to, “of course i forgive you. the fact that you’re here right now means more than anything.”
“oh thank god.” hinata laughed, “i was really worried you wouldn’t forgive me. not that i’d blame you if you didn’t, ‘cause what i did to you was really shitty.”
you rolled your eyes, pressing kisses all along his cheeks and jaw, “it was really shitty. but i’m not sure i could stay mad at anyone who flew across an ocean to ask for my forgiveness, y’know.”
“i’ll have to keep that in mind for the future.”
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just a short little thing bc i've been thinking about hina lately <3 reblogs, comments, nd likes apprecaited! <3
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honey-words · 1 year
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touchy — roommate!hinta shoyo x reader 
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It was getting a little concerning. 
Hinata had moved in three months ago, but it wasn’t like he was a total stranger. You’d known him for a couple of years beforehand, and when you were both looking for roommates during college, it seemed like the obvious choice just to get an apartment together. 
And he was the perfect roommate. Which really just made this all the more upsetting for you. 
You really didn’t want to move out or have to search for another place to live. But if Hinata kept touching you like he was doing right now, you were inevitably going to develop a massive crush on him. You would have to move continents in order to maintain the friendship and not completely embarrass yourself. 
He’d always been very affectionate, even before you lived together. Always greeting you with a hug, slinging an arm over your shoulders when you were standing close to him, holding hands in crowded spaces. But ever since you’d become roommates, he’d gotten even more… touchy. And the worst part was that you were enjoying it. Had come very accustomed to it. 
Before he left for his morning runs, right around the time you’d wake up to start your day, you could expect a morning hug. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t even brushed your teeth yet, that your hair was messy and all over the place, and that you were wearing a raggedy old t-shirt as pajamas. Hinata would smile that goddamn perfect smile at you and hug you for a few seconds before leaving. 
And when he came back. Oh god. When he came back all sweaty and flushed he’d give you another hug, and you’d complain about how sweaty he was but never pull away, and he’d laugh before going off to shower and leaving you to finish your breakfast. And then he’d come and sit right next to you at the kitchen table to eat his own breakfast, literally pressed right next to you despite the other side of the table being completely empty. Lately, he’d gotten into the habit of resting his head against your shoulder while he ate, claiming he was tired from getting up so early to run. You suspected this was a lie since he was clearly a morning person, but you’d never shove him off. 
You cooked side by side. Folded laundry side by side. Watched movies on the couch every Friday night, even if Hinata’s friends invited him out to parties. When you asked why he wouldn’t go, he’d shrug and say, “It’s our movie night.”
While you were both in classes, your side felt cold. Empty. Like your body was having tiny withdrawals of the heat that Hinata’s body gave off. Except even after classes, Hinata would appear to walk home with you, slinging an arm across your shoulder, and telling you about his classes that day. 
But right now is when you had decided this was getting concerning. 
It was Saturday morning. So the night before had been movie night, and you’d both stayed up way too late binging old animated movies and fallen asleep on the couch together. You must’ve fallen asleep first because you didn’t remember even finishing the movie you were on. And Hinata must’ve been too lazy to take you both to your own beds (something he’d done before) because when you woke up you were practically lying on top of him, one of his arms around your waist and legs tangled together.
It should’ve been uncomfortable, falling asleep on the couch that barely fit you both. But he was impossibly warm, and he was still sleeping, his warm exhale tickling your face. And he looked so peaceful. 
And then realization settled in, and you realized how you were literally pressed up against him, you’d slept together (not in that way, but still) and you tried to get up off the couch without falling off of it or waking Hinata up. 
He mumbled something, making a noise of indignation (dare you call it a whine?) before pulling you closer, so your head was tucked under his chin. “Don’t wanna get up.”
You exhaled a laugh, smiling when he wiggled because of your breath hitting his neck. You were about to settle back in and go to sleep when he poked your side, making you laugh again. 
“Stop tickling me,” you exhaled, with more breath than necessary to make him laugh again. “I thought you were sleepy?”
“Not anymore,” he yawned, still not letting go of your waist or making any movements to get up. “But I still don’t wanna get up.” 
And it just felt right, to be cuddled together like this on the couch you shared, in your apartment. The fear of what it meant was melting away, and all you could think about was how warm Hinata was, how secure you felt with his arms around you. How you always felt safe around him. 
You’d have to bring it up eventually, you knew that. But for right now, none of it mattered too much.
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lumiinix · 2 years
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-Hinata, oikawa, kuroo, Hoshiumi, Tanaka, Yamamoto, goshiki, nishinoya, sugarawa, Bokuto, matsukawa, konoha, Lev.
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kairismess · 3 months
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Hii!! Can I request Hinata with childhood best friends to lovers with a fem! s/o? I'm in love with soft pining stuff and Hinata so why not put two and two together ✨✨
Btw love your writing!!!
hearts' day 003.
from his best friend to his girlfriend, his one and only.
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"oh, her? she's my best friend! well... at least i think she's just my best friend..."
shoyo had never thought twice about what you were to him, whenever someone on his team, in his class, or any of his close friends and family members asked him about you, he never hesitated to say you were his best friend.
you were his best friend in the sense that he couldn't remember what life was like without you, it was like you were always just with him, and to imagine his life before you... it didn't feel right, like every happy, good thing that happened to him, ever sad, gut-wrenching memory he has, you were always there to support him, to comfort him, to laugh with and cry with him.
he had always admired you, for every little and big thing you did for and with him, for every memory you two shared together, it was like you were the most comforting constant in his life–the warmest ray of sunshine in is life without even realizing it.
whenever the orange haired boy spoke about you, he always had the biggest, brightest smile on his face; always had the happiest voice when he told stories about you two, and never stopped complimenting you, never stopped describing you in the sweetest way possible.
and only when others kept pointing out how his feelings for you were probably a little more than just friendly feelings... he soon felt the butterflies flying around in his stomach, the fuzzy heat in his cheeks, and the unbearable urge to want to hold you in his arms, be your strength, your refuge, for as long as you'll let him be.
he couldn't find the courage to tell you right away, because you two had been friends for so long that it just felt a little weird to him to suddenly go from being your best friend to suddenly your best friend who had feelings for you. he overthought so much when he was around you during that time, there were so many things he wanted to do for and with you, but he could never quite take that first, pivotal step to letting his feelings for you be known.
but of course, no secret of his could ever be kept from you for too long; and so... he confessed to you one starry evening when you were at his place, with his parents and natsu fast asleep, the two of you outside in the backyard, just lying down on a picnic blanket under the stars. he let out his heart to you, expressed how he just couldn't not love you, because... you were everything.
you were beautiful, you were smart, you were kind, you were loving, you were... you. and that was more than enough reason for shoyo to love you more than anyone he's ever loved before.
and from that evening forth... he finally felt free. he finally felt like you two could soar together, that's how he felt when you made the first move and became the girl he shared his first kiss with. and now, he can't imagine the rest of his life without you.
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iluvghoullz · 11 months
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It's not necessarily that he's a fan of PDA, but rather his tunnel vision on you makes it hard to see anyone else, especially in public. He'll start to make out with you in public before you have to tell him you're at his parents house. He's accidentally followed you to the bathroom more than once because he forgot you're hanging out with friends and not on a date together.But ofc he means well and you aren't necessarily unhappy with the affection:)
IZUKU MIDORIYA!!, shoyo, shinsou, sunarin, todoroki, gojo, itadori 😊
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lowkeyremi · 1 year
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this is so random but i was listening to trinidad cardona and started thinking of hinata post brazil trip
he loves saying sweet things to you in portuguese and he finds it cute how u have no idea what he's saying to you lmfao (for the most part)
"eu te amo" he says w a smile. you turn your head to the side, you know "te amo" means "i love you" in spanish cuz u took spanish in school. that first part was a little confusing cuz you don’t know what it means.
"i love you too, shoyo" his grin turns into a full blown smile.
“Bonita menina” he whispers into your ear as you’re putting the premade cookie dough onto a baking sheet. “bonita is pretty but what is menina?” you ask, he’s holding your waist and his chin is resting upon your shoulder.
“menina can mean girl or woman” he responds to your question.
pretty girl… his compliments had your heart melting all over again.
“minha rainha” he says softly and this time you have no clue what he just said
“elaborate please, sho” you say and you’re done putting the cookies on the baking sheet.
he unhands you so you can put your cookies in the oven.
“it means ‘my queen’ thought it was suiting for you” he explains happily.
“you are such a flirt” once the cookies are in the oven you walk back over to your bf so you can hug him.
the hug is bone crushing but you love it either way.
“you made me this way princesa”
(IM HERE FOR PORTUGUESE SPEAKING SHOYO ITS HOT) also I tried not to use translation apps cuz you know how shitty google translate is (I actually know some spanish cuz I’m taking a class 🫶🏾
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shoyoist · 2 years
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— 𝟎𝟐:𝟎𝟐 𝐀𝐌 : hinata shoyo.
content: f!reader. somno. pussyjob, edging, lots of praise (even though you're asleep) raw sex, cumming inside, a lack of aftercare lmao.
—. 。˚ ♡ thinking abt what shoyo does when he comes home too late, and you're already asleep v_v
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hinata parks in front of your house at 02:02 AM. he unlocks the front door quietly, walks into the house without a sound, so as to not disturb you.
but when he makes it to your room, fresh out of the shower, and he sees you asleep with one hand curled around a pillow, the other slack between your legs, he can't help the wave of urgent need that overcomes him.
he's still buzzing, full of spare adrenaline from his victory and with whatever he'd had to drink at the party afterwards — and when he sees that you'd fallen asleep waiting for him to come home, all he wants is to make it up to you
so he hangs his towel back, gets on his knees onto the bed, and carefully pushes your legs apart, strong hands wrapping around your ankles and lifting them easily.
"stayed out too long, didn't i?" he murmurs under his breath, as he gently pulls your panties back, smiling a little at how you'd covered yourself in blankets to save yourself from the cold, having worn only the underwear and nothing else over it. "sorry, baby. 'm here now, though."
your mouth parts to let out a small whimper — you feel him, his touch, his warmth, but you don't wake up — hinata wonders how much you tired yourself out today, working while he was away.
watching your pretty cunt, still slick and your clit still swollen as it peeks out, he grips his cock and gives it a few pumps, holding back the groan he wants to let out. "so, so pretty. can't help what 'm bouta do."
he coaxes a bead of precum to swell at his tip, before pressing his cockhead to your clit, letting the cum kiss at your own arousal — and slowly, tantalizingly, he starts dragging his length up and down your folds, biting his cheek and swallowing back the moans he wants to let out. "fuck, feels amazing, baby. even like this."
he's quick about it, really not wanting to wake you up (though he wouldn't exactly complain if you did) in case you'd fallen asleep worn out, and with how good you look, sleep shirt pushed up by his hand, exposing your tits and your torso to him, it's not long before he's got himself dangling at the edge of his high.
"mm," hinata hums, so careful, as he edges a little closer and fits his cock, leaky and wet with both all your heat and his own, into your cunt. "just the head, baby, yeah? so you can take my cum."
you turn your head, cheek pressed to your pillow as you remain asleep, eyes shut tight as you inhale a little sharper at the feeling — and he giggles at the adorable sight. "mhm, always such a good girl for me."
he squeezes his cock in his fist, speeding up his movements a little, clenching his other hand as it lays on his own thigh, and he feels the vein across his thigh throb as he gasps, unable to hold back when you flutter unconsciously around him. "god, baby, i—"
he cums before he can even finish his sentence, and he has to shut his mouth and lean forward, restrain himself before he can snap and grab you, pull you close and fuck you hard through his orgasm—
he watches through a haze as cum leaks out of you, messing up the sheets between your legs, and he thinks that maybe he should clean you up before he collapses beside you and goes to sleep... but when he catches his breath, glances up at the clock sitting on the night stand beside the bed, it's 03:55 AM.
yeah, cleaning up can wait — tomorrow morning wasn't so far away.
he pumps his cock in your cunt a little longer, pushing the last ropes of cum in, the occassional clench of your heat around him making him whine as he starts feeling overstimulated. "thank you, baby," he sighs, pulling his cherry head out, taking a good look at how your pussy looks, pretty and coated with his seed. "love you so much."
after a moment of thought, he takes off his shorts and discards them on the floor where he'd dropped your panties onto — and he slides in under the blankets, naked body pressing against yours as he hugs you close, shivers a little at the comforting contact.
you exhale evenly, still asleep, and he smiles softly as he presses a kiss to your neck. "good night, baby." he whispers, and when his breath hits your skin, he feels you shiver a little, too <3
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