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katrat96 · 11 months

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japanese denim | h. shoyo

➳ tags ;; 18+, fem!reader, mutually 'unrequited' love, friends to lovers / idiots to lovers, reader is a bookworm n kinda shy , canon compliant mostly, super fluffy, reader is a bit insecure, vanilla sex / no clear dynamics, praise kink, unprotected sex, hinata making you call him shoyo, alcohol but both parties r v sober, mating press position, ill tag infidelity cause you mention a guy you're seeing, not beta read fully

➳ wc ;; 11.8k (goodbye)

➳ a/n ;; hinata shoyo please get your hand off my neck sir. song inspired by that song by daniel caesear

➳ synopsis ;; you meet hinata shoyo for the first time in highschool. he's a year your senior and the boy you can't seem to let go of, even as a sophmore in college. when he pops up again in your life so suddenly, you're very much reminded of why you fell for him in the first place. what could hinata shoyo be if not engimatic?

The first time you meet Hinata Shoyo is in your second year of highschool, after he spikes a volleyball into your chest and knocks you flat on your ass on your way into your first class.

You transferred to Karasuno at the last minute, the only school within walking distance of your new home that would accept you in the middle of the year. You had never heard much about the place or what it was like. You knew it was a small neighborhood with a family convenience store smack in the middle, and had a half-way famous volleyball team. As far as you were concerned, it was just another highschool - in a much smaller part of Japan than what you were used to. People spoke with more of a drawl but seemed much more friendly than everyone in the city, at least on average.

Your first day was unremarkable, really the first 3 months had been that way really. The school was small, so nothing really ever happened that was out of the ordinary. You’d been adopted into a small group of friends, but mostly stuck to doing things on your own where you could. You had good relationships with the teachers by kissing ass so that you could get into a decent college, and for the most part you didn’t do much of.. anything. You were grateful that things were relaxed, albeit sometimes it was lonely. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t bored, almost always. Whenever anything happened your mood was lifted for weeks but it was rare.

There were a few things about your highschool that stood out, like some of the rowdy upperclassmen and the way the bathrooms on the third floor never worked right. There, of course, was your sports team too.

Karasuno High had earned itself a reputation for having a good volleyball team. Your friend had gushed to you about it plenty, a bunch of hot third years spiking and playing. She’d tried to pester you into going to games or joining some of the other students in watching the infamous practice. Most of it had fallen on deaf ears, waving her off with a hand and a few comments. You had no prior knowledge of volleyball, and have never had any interest in it. It existed outside of your scope of life. She was probably right about cute guys, but you didn’t have much of an interest in dating back then. A little pessimistic for a high schooler, when you think back on it. You just felt dating was pretty hopeless, so you avoided all of it. Avoid everything, when you could.

You just wanted to focus on yourself, and it was going well. You think you could survive two years like that, just sticking to what you know.

That’s what you believed pretty sincerely too, maybe naively. It’d all been going well, until 3 months into your 2nd year. You decided to take a different route to your class, just to get some water on the way without having to ask right in the middle of the lesson. It was supposed to be a quick weave-around, stop by the vending machines and take the stairs on the opposite end of the hall. You didn’t think twice about it.

You went, innocently, to buy your water with some left over change. After you get it, you open it, drink it, and close it before turning to leave.

It all happened so fast. One second you were on your way to class, and the next a hard smack of rubber landed against your chest with such speed, you get knocked flat on your ass. You blinked, once then twice, only to find it rolling in the opposite direction from you. Your ears ring a little. You can feel the air squeeze out of you like a deflating balloon, rushing from your lungs. You gasp on a breath with a hand pressed to your chest, wincing as the pain kicks in. You can practically feel the bruise forming on your sternum. You blink a few times, leaning on your palms. Before you can regain your stability, you life your head to to be greeted with a good looking ginger boy only inches from you.

The first time you meet Hinata Shoyo, he’s apologizing profusely to you. He’s got these big hazel eyes that blink with concern, tan skin looking strangely pale, and a heap of freckles dusted over his nose bridge and along his cheeks. They’re speckled on his forehead too, and he’s got a mole on his right cheek. He’s saying something to you, surely something important, but all you can think about is the way his teeth are almost perfect. He smells a little sunlight in the summer.

“What class do you have?! I can get the teacher to let you go to the nurses office,” is the only thing you catch him saying. You find yourself in a daze, still, so you blink. Swallowing, your skin grows hot.

“Uhm..Mr.Nakamura is my homeroom teacher,”

He pauses, and nods, holding his hand out for you to take. And you do take it, not really sure of what else to do. His hands are calloused, and he pulls you up from the ground with almost terrifying ease. When you get on your feet, he makes sure you’re still by placing a hand on your shoulder.

If you had to describe Hinata Shoyo in one word, you’re sure you’d use the word magnetic. You think it describes better than any other word in the world. Magnetic.

You let him guide you through the hallways without another word. In the months you’ve been here, you’ve never felt this many eyes on you as you pass through the hallways. Hinata has you in tow, making conversation as you awkwardly trail behind him. Every few steps, he’s greeting some underclassmen boy or waving to some group of girls who clearly have eyes for him - all of which he seems a little oblivious too. You know it’s not really you they’re staring at, but him, so starstruck by his presence. He asks you questions and you answer them quietly, not forcing you to elaborate but always giving you a little smile over his shoulder.

He seems used to all of the attention, and for the most part - he doesn’t stray too far from talking to you. He walks you all the way to your classroom and pulls the door open with startling confidence, ushering you into view. An entire classroom has their eyes on you, and you swallow. Hinata puts his hands on your shoulders with a grin, and you look over at him, borderline mortified.

“Sensei, your student needs to go see the nurse today!”

Your teacher is one of the youngest in the building, rarely ever perturbed. Mr. Nakamura’s eyes go wide, meeting yours for a brief moment. He chuckles at your terrified state, the quietest student in his class being paraded by the world's loudest decoy is quite the sight to see. He hums.

“Is that so?” he asks you. You’re about to tell him no, that it’s fine and you just need 5 minutes to compose yourself, but Hinata steps in before you can even open your mouth.

“Of course it is! You wouldn’t want them injured in your classroom would you?” he asks, scandalized. You want to say something to him but your mouth is dropped open in shock. Mr. Nakamura has something against you, you think, because all he does is laugh, write down a note on a scrap paper and walking it over to you. He gives you a little encouraging smile, like he knows something you don’t.

“Get some rest, Y/N. Hinata-kun, don’t you have a class to be in?”

He scratches his head.

“Ah.. maybe?”

The whole class laughs at that , even your teacher, and you can’t help but be flabbergasted by the absurdity. You want to protest, but he’s already dragging you by the wrist. The hallways are now empty, so it’s just the two of you. He slides the door shut and turns around to look at you. For the first time, you’re present enough to look at him clearly. You notice for the first time that he’s the perfect mix of handsome and pretty, a boyish look to him. You feel yourself swallowed up in his gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks you, head cocked to one side. You step back, too close, and nod absently.

“I’m.. I’m fine. You didn’t need to do all that,” you say, gesturing at your classroom. His face drops briefly, before he gives you a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, but it’s better than being in class, right?”

You’re surprised by him, again. You mirror his actions, laughing a bit.

“I guess so. Thanks for that, but I might just head back to class, I don’t really have anything to do,”

“Oh! Well, you wanna watch me play volleyball?”

You learn quickly that Hinata Shoyo is just as magnetic on the court as he is off of it.

You’d argue even more so.

He walks you to the gym, asking you what you know about volleyball. He seems delighted when you reply that you know nothing. He explains the basics to you, how the game works first and then the roles people play on the court. He tells you that he has the coolest role, a right-wing spiker, and explains the specifics with sound effects and overly excited hand-gestures. The way he talks makes you comfortable, it’s easy to understand and he seems so genuinely passionate it rubs off on you. For the first time, you’ve taken bare minimum interest in the sport.

When you get there, Hinata introduces you briefly to his classmates. Two intimidating tall dudes named Tsukishima and Kageyama, their captain - Yamaguchi, and a pretty third year girl named Yachi Hitoka. Hinata explains the whole story to them and Yamaguchi apologizes to you for getting dragged here. Before you know it, their manager tells you where you should sit if you want to see the best game and that the fun is about to begin. She’s intimidatingly pretty, enough that talking to her makes you nervous, but you try your best to get through it anyway. She invites you to her spot on the floor, and you settle yourself in.

It happens quickly and slowly, all at once. The game starts, and the ball gets served. It’s upperclassmen against lowerclassmen. Yachi watches you through the corner of your eyes, and smiles when she sees it. That expression when people see Karasuno play for the first time.

The movement of everyone is insanely fluid, your eyes wide as you just barely catch the speed of each play. The difference in skill between each team is like nothing you’ve ever seen before, the older teammates moving through each other with ease. The ball is never in place for long. You feel like all you’d have to do is blink to miss what’s coming next. Yachi explains things to you as they happen, the spike, the receive, the set - all of it gets explained to you in real time.

And then, you see it for the first time. Your eyes land on Hinata playing. Everything else in the world becomes white noise, drowned out, as you see him run and jump so high it almost looks like he’s flying. You see the shape of his whole body, the muscles in his legs and abdomen, and that intense look in his eyes all at once. He jumps and jumps and jumps like it’ll never stop and it’s not like anything you’ve ever seen.

“He looks like he’s flying,” you say, just a whisper. Yachi laughs.

“Wait for it,”

In a moment, you see his hand fly up and connect with the ball. The hard plastic material looks snug in his palms as he slams it down with all the force he can - cutting through the court like a hot knife through butter. It shocks you, the force and speed in just that one hit, so seamless. A move that only someone strong could achieve, it has your stomach tied in knots.

“Holy fucking shit,”

Yachi laughs again, smiling softly.

“I know right?”

In the months following your encounter with Hinata Shouyou, you can’t really get him off of your mind.

You try though, with everything available in your arsenal - you try and push through your pesky feelings. After all, you’re not the hopeless romantic type. You already have an aversion to dating in highschool. Aside from that, there’s the obvious conclusion that Hinata is very popular and you are very not.

You don’t think Hinata is shallow enough to actually care about stuff like that, but you know better. You know that every single girl in your grade seems to have the same hopeless crush on him and you also know that in terms of his type, you harbor doubt that you are his. You actually have no clue, but you assume. You think of the situation as practically as you can. For starters, he’s a third year and set to graduate and go off to pursue his dreams of volleyball.

It won’t work out long term, plus you should focus on school - and who knows if he even likes you back? You tell yourself not to read into his weekly invite to practice, the almost constant stream of texts, the way he walks you from classes when you can. You try to distance yourself, and ignore the almost painful feelings in your chest when you tell him you can’t attend games or something else trivial. You swallow it down until he graduates, inevitably, at the end of the year. You wish there was more to it, but after that - it simply fizzles out. Not that your feelings go away like you hope they will - but you tell yourself that it’s just because he’s the only guy you had a crush on in highschool. You force yourself to move on.

And it works, for the most part. Your third year, you make yourself so busy preparing for university that you don’t have any time to think about anything but school and work. You study, eat, and work part-time. Some weekends you hang out with friends but you spend most of your time cooped up in all of your responsibilities. You bust your ass and get into your University with a scholarship, and at the end of the year - you graduate from Karasuno High with good grades and hope for the future.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t think about Hinata at all. You follow him on social media, so you see small glimpses of his life in Brazil. Going out to drink and party, playing volleyball on the beach - every time he posts, you can’t help but clench your thighs about how much more handsome he’s gotten in only the last year. He’s so much broader, thighs thicker and smile somehow brighter. He really is like a ray of sunshine.

You’re careful not to dwell, not to linger. If you think about it for too long, you get kinda itchy and hot.

You enter university and go about your life in the same way you did in highschool, but now you drink sometimes on weekends. You’ve kissed some strangers now and again. You lost your virginity to a dude you stopped talking to almost two weeks after it happened. Now that you’re in college - the whole idea of dating is much less daunting, but it’s harder to find people you connect with. This time it comes with consequences and questions about futures and a whole truckload of other things you need to think about. Like if it’s worth it to hook-up with a disappointing stranger or if you should just masturbate in your single dorm and call it a night? So many fun choices, really. Your first year of college passes like most of your highschool experience - boring. Not bad but not all that interesting either. Pretty typical for a college experience but overwhelmingly mild in general.

It’s nice though. College is a good experience, overall. You like it better than highschool, and you get to study what you love. You made some really good friends instead of just some okay ones. You’ve got a little more control on your life at least. There’s the terrifying reality of being responsible for yourself - but on average you’re happier. It’s always a growing pain. That’s reason alone for you to try and move on with your life - and away from Hinata Shoyo.

During your first year, you think you did a pretty good job forgetting about him. After all, it’s been a few years now - you’re about to enter your sophomore year of college and you’ve been half-way sorta seeing this guy. Is he anywhere close to your silly little highschool crush? Not really. You’re not sure if you like him, exactly, but he’s decent. You just try not to think about it. You try not to think about Hinata Shouyou, either.

You push on anyway, right into your sophomore year. Hinata Shoyo is just some silly highschool crush, and it’ll stay that way.

It should stay that way.

The building that hosts your Ethics class is about all the way across the campus, a terrible distance to track since all the paths there are full of foot traffic. You’re hauling ass and fighting for your life, headphones blasting music and eyes looking down on your phone. You’re just checking your bank info, trying to make sure there’s nothing you need this week that’ll make you spend more money than you really want too.

You’re not paying attention to the things right in front of you, so when you bump into someone - your first instinct is a clumsy apology. You blink a little as you get knocked back, shocked by the force of the other person.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you mumble.

You step back and everything in the world stops. There you see it, mouth dropped open in shock There is no fucking way you’re hearing what you’re hearing. Seeing what you’re seeing

It’s Hinata Shoyo. In flesh and blood, standing only inches from you. A little taller, a little tanner, and more handsome than you could possibly remember. Your mouth drops open, gaping like a fish out of water as the two of you stand in front of each other. Part of you believes he wont recognize you - you hope for it, maybe a little naively.

“Oh, it’s you!”

You press your mouth into a thin, tight-lipped smile.

Hinata looks like he’s excited to see you. You wish you could return to feeling, but the dread in your chest takes a whole nother life in your stomach. It feels like your heart is gonna fall out of your ass, and you’ve got a million and one questions. Like why the hell is he at your campus? And when did he get back to Japan? And why does his chest look so much bigger than you remember?

“H-hey,” you say awkwardly, palms sweating “What are you…? When did you…?”

Hinata laughs a bit at your confusion, securing his thumbs underneath the straps of his bookbag.

“Ah.. there’s a lot to catch up on. I was just about to go eat, did ya wanna join me?”

“I uhm.. I have a class,” you say awkwardly.

“Aw, c’mon - can’t skip for an old friend? I’ll pay for it, too,” he offers, magnetic and horrible for your heart in the same way he was 2 years ago. This is your chance to leave - still a semblance of your sanity intact. All you have to do is turn around and go on your way.

“Uhm.. I guess it should be fine,”

He grins, big and bright.

“Great! Follow me,”

Hinata takes you to a cafe not far from your Ethics building, a short 5 or 10 minute walk where he updates you about his life in great detail. As expected from someone like him, you find yourself engaged in every word that comes out of his mouth. He came back a few months ago, and joined MSBY - and decided to take a few classes at the local university so he could learn more Spanish and pick up some English too. He learned he really enjoys traveling a lot, and he’s hoping to do more of it. Plus, he misses playing volleyball on beaches.

You sit at a table, and when the waiter comes - Hinata orders for you with a wink. He remembers what you like apparently, and that fact alone is enough to make you spiral into a fit of despair. You feel like you’re being held together with strings as the reality just barely seeps in. You’re alone with the boy you pined for for years - now a grown man, strong and handsome and much more charming And he ordered for you, which definitely seems like something people do on dates, but you know he’s pretty oblivious, so maybe not. Maybe you’re just reading into it.

After all, he’s only gained more notoriety, but he still feels the exact same. A little mischievous - beaming like the sun on tin roofs. Everything about him still glows marvelously bright, it hurts your eyes to look too long. He crosses his arms on the table and your eyes go to the sheer size of his arms, so big for his frame. You force your gaze away, drinking a sip of water to keep yourself busy.

“How’s my favorite underclassmen been lately? It’s been a while!”

You almost choke on your spit, and Hinata’s eyes get crinkly in the corners. You’re still just as shy as he remembers, so incredibly endearing.

“D-did you mean me?”

“Who else?”

You blink at him, a rush of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You’re really not sure what to say or do in this situation, absently tracing shapes in the wood table.

“I’ve been uh.. been pretty good, I guess. Nothing super interesting to talk about,”

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. Catch me up, I thought we were friends! What are you studying, what's your living situation - whatever's on your mind,”

He’s always been good at talking, it comes so naturally to him in a way you can’t understand. It makes you wanna talk back, but it’s hard to convince yourself he cares. Or rather, it’s hard to let yourself believe he does even when it’s so obvious. You squirm in your seat, restless as hazel eyes watch you with great interest.

He’s travelled across the globe and there’s still no one who does it for him quite like you.

“Ah.. well - I got lucky and got myself a single dorm so I live on campus. I work part-time uhm.. in the library,” you say, shaking your head “Nothing super interesting. It’s been good though, I like it,”

Fuck, you’re so cute. Hinata takes a sharp breath in, trying to compose himself.

“It’s interesting to me, no worries. Do you still study what you planned to study in highschool?”

You blink again, nodding.

“Uh.. yeah, I do. It’s good. I’m glad I get to do it,”

“I’m glad you’re having a good time. You were always diligent in highschool. It’s good to let loose now and again,”

You pout a little at that, but can’t deny it either.

“I try my best. I party on the weekends if I feel like it, but I dunno. Depends on how busy my life is,”

“I get that. You been seein’ anyone lately?”

The question comes out of his mouth so naturally, you almost miss it. Your eyes widen as it registers. When you look up at him, he’s got a cheek resting on his palm and a borderline shit-eating grin on his face. You pause, reeling, and just like every other time you’ve spoken to him - you talk before thinking twice.

“Uhm. Kinda sorta?,”

“That so? You like him a lot?”

Something in you stirs, molten, in the pit of your stomach. Almost like dread but not quite. You shift in your chair.

“Uh.. not really? I mean he’s.. he’s a nice guy but I don’t know. I’m not super interested in him. We’re not dating or anything,”

“Ah.. that’s good,”

You immediately look at him again, and he’s smiling, giving you questioning eyes - like he’s daring you to ask. You both know you won’t, you’re not even sure if you can. You clear your throat, and somehow it feels like you’ve lost.

“There’s a party tonight, just a little get together. If you’re not too busy, you should come,” Hinata prompts.

“Me? Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. Why would I invite you if I wasn’t?”

“I.. guess I can’t argue with that”

“I’m pretty convincing right?”

You give him a smile when he says that, eyes full of mirth and life.

“Yeah, you really are,”

You think accepting Hinata’s invitation was one of the worst decisions you could’ve made in your whole entire life.

The longer you think about the logistics of the situation, the more depressed you become. Firstly, you probably won’t know a lot of people there. Hinata is nothing if not popular, so you know you’ll probably lose sight of him only minutes after you get there. On top of that, you think seeing him flirt with other girls will absolutely crush your spirit and your frail stability is not looking forward to the experience. You can’t help but think of all the ways things might go wrong, and maybe you’re overthinking it (read: you definitely are) but you’d rather not run the risk if you can help it.

You decide the best thing to do is attend late, maybe just show up in the last hour and head home with as much of your dignity as you can. Sure, you spend those spare hours absolutely grieving over what might happen when you get there and sure, but hey. It is what it is.

You start getting dressed at 10, and leave the house at 10:30. You're dressed in your nice going-out clothes, humiliatingly, and your makeup is much nicer than you’d ever normally do it. Maybe you wanted to impress, at the very least if Hinata doesn’t show interest - someone else might.

You get to the spot around 11, right when the parties start to settle down and people are just hanging out instead of actively getting shitfaced. It’s a little chilly, late October air settling around the frat-house. It’s already dark out, midnight painted along the sky. You can feel goosebumps forming on your skin. All the lights are lowlights and people outside on the grass look faded. He wasn’t lying about it being a small kickback, only a handful of people seemingly both inside and out.

He comes outside looking with two drinks in hand and a pretty smile. He looks like someone straight out of The Godfather, but for whatever reason - he pulls it off well. He’s wearing a hawaiian print shirt tucked into a pair of brown slacks, chest open to reveal a little hair on his lower abdomen and abs that look like they were carved from marble. He looks pretty sober, all things considered. You wave at him meekly when he steps outside.

He’s all too happy to greet you, almost bouncing as he makes his way to you.

“Hey! Look who finally made it. I thought you were gonna bail on me for a second there,”

You flush a little at the implication.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you insist.

“Oh? I must be pretty special then,”

You don’t reply to that, simply tugging your sleeves over your palms with that frazzled expression that Hinata adores. He grins a little, handing you a cold solo cup full of a foreign liquid. You stare down at it, before looking at him.

“I uh, can’t get super shit faced. I have quiz tomorrow,”

“I figured, it’s mostly juice, promise. Take a sip,”

You do, and he’s right - you don’t think there’s anything in it at all. It loosens your nerves so the ratio must be great. You relax a little, taking a longer drink of it the second time around.

“That’s perfect, thank you,” you say, huffing a little breath. Hinata gives you a little grin and reaches his hand out for you.

“C’mon, I’ve got people I wanna introduce you too,”

You look down at his hand, and much to your dismay, put yours in it. His palms are so big, wrapping around your hands as he tucks you inside.

He drags you inside. The smell of sweat and bodies and alcohol permeates the air - even with all the windows open and everyone spaced out. Music is blaring through the house, only loud enough to fill in empty gaps between conversation but not enough to blow your ears out. It's hot and a little sweaty, but nothing over the top. You recognize a lot of the people as friends from campus but a big majority of these people are unfamiliar - and seemingly older than you too. Your brows are furrowed together as you try and take inventory of your surroundings.

“A lot of the people here are my teammates and other Japanese pros,” Hinata explains to you. You give him a look of concern.

“...Who am I going to meet?”

He grins.

“My teammates!”

He says it so nonchalantly, you damn near choke on your drink. Before you can protest, he drags you into the kitchen where a group of tall and intimidating men stand around drinking beer and conversing. You’ve never felt so out of your element before, feeling an urge to stand up straight as all of them stop their conversation to give you a grin.

“Hey guys, the guest of honor is here,”

You look at him, exasperated. All of his teammates seem to laugh at your expression. These men are massive - most of them seem to double you in size but they’ve got polite expressions. Hinata ushers you to the first group, pointing at his members in order.

“This is our captain, Meian. These guys are Inunaki, Thomas, Oliver - they’re our senior teammates,”

Each of the men give you a polite nice to meet you, but Meian, their captain - holds his hand out for you with a warm smile.

“You must be Y/N” ― he says. You nod, taking his hand and shaking it. His grip is firm and he seems trustworthy.― “Hinata talks about you a lot,”

You seem surprised by the info, and when you look over - Hinata gives his captain a flushed expression. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” you greet politely. All of them return to the nicety which you appreciate, they seem like they’re trying to make you comfortable.

After everythings said and done, you wave goodbye to the first group. Hinata drags you outside this time, where 3 large and intimidating men are also standing. They seem younger though, and more familiar. It’s confirmed by the way they call Hinata.

“These are my other teammates and people I played with in highschool. Atsumu, Bokuto, and Sakusa,”

The first one to greet you is Bokuto. He’s broad - so wide he looks he would stretch across the ocean and still cover it. He’s got salt-and-peppered hair and smile lines like he never stops grinning.

“Oh! Our guest of honor, huh? Nice to meet you!”

You give him a smile, letting him shake your hand with a hard grip. He proceeds to pat your head a little bit, and you’re not exactly sure what to make of the gesture.

Next is the blonde one, a little skinnier than the rest. At first glance he seems mean, but when he smiles it goes away. He holds his hand out for you to shake and you do. His grip is a little softer, and his hands are the most taken care of in the entire group. His smile defaults to a toothy smirk.

“Atsumu Miya, nice to meet ya,” he greets, an accented drawl thick on his tongue. The kansai dialect is distinct in his tone, but it suits him well. You bow a little and he smiles at you.

Lastly is the most intimidating of the bunch, black curly hair and pale skin. He’s both tall and broad, enough to make you swallow. He pulls his mask down to give you a glance - but he bows his head first, deeper than the rest. You mirror him, and when he shakes your hand his grip isn’t too firm or too soft. He speaks the softest of the group.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi. Nice to meet you,”

Atsumu speaks up again after you’ve made your rounds, leaning back on the railing on the patio. He takes a sip of his beer, chuckling a little.

“We’ve heard so much about you from Shoyo, we couldn’t believe you guys met by chance,” Atsumu comments, amused. Bokuto hums in agreement as you give them all a confused look.

“...About me?”

Hinata shoots his teammates, all of which just laugh instead of answering questions. The ginger clears his throat, grabbing your wrist until you’re next to him.

“Hinata talks about you a lot. He seems very fond of you,”

Hinata glares at Sakusa, betrayal written all of his face. His deadpan friend doesn’t pay attention, just takes another sip of his drink and stares off into space. Hinata gives them a flustered sigh, getting ready to defend himself.

“Ah.. it’s been a long time. I’m glad you didn’t go and forget about me”

“No way I would forget about you!” he corrects in a panic, like you’ve said something borderline offensive. You pause a bit before falling into laughter, the sound doing something bad to his heart, as he stares at you. He can confirm that he still likes you just as much as he thought he did, wonders if he always will.

After your laughter settles down, you give him a grin.

“I didn’t forget about you either, no worries. That means we’re even right?”

Before the obvious tension in the air can get any thicker, Atsumu decides to intervene. He’s not sure how much of his single ass can take of this.

“Hinata, you should show your friend around the rest of the place and maybe have her meet some other players,” Atsumu suggests, just a bit bitter. It falls on deaf and oblivious ears, as Hinata perks up. He immediately grabs your hand again, making you flush before promptly dragging you away from his teammates.

“Oh! That’s a good idea, ‘tsumu - thank you. I’ll see you guys later,”

Before you know it, you’re getting dragged in the house again. You wave briefly to his teammates before Hinata makes you turn your attention back to him. With that you’re off, and you get the feeling it’s gonna be a long night.

You’re at the party for about an hour and a half. Most of which, you spend touring around the big house and talking to some of Hinata’s friends. Incidentally, you realize that a lot of these people must be famous. They all seem to know each other, but for the most part - everyones incredibly friendly. You’re most known to be that person that Hinata seems to talk about a lot, the theme of the night. That information ends up being too much for you to handle, so you decide to ignore it in favor of having a good time and not over-thinking.

You decide you should get back to your dorm soon, and Hinata insists on walking you back to your dorm on campus. You don’t find that you have any choice, not being willing to say no.

It’s around 1am, maybe a little later. The area around your dorm tends to be barren, so there’s not many people on the path at all. Drunk or otherwise.

It’s just you, and Hinata - alone for the first time. You’re worried your nerves are gonna kill you, your heartbeat in your throat as Hinata steps in tandem with you. It’s silent, a little awkward but not unbearable.

You decide against your better judgement to cut the tension by talking. You clear your throat a little, hands in your jacket pockets, as you try to find your voice.

“..I had a fun time tonight,”

Hinata perks up immediately at the sound of your voice. His back straightens, and he chuckles - warm breath making smoke in the cold air. He glances at you, smiling.

“Really? I was worried you weren’t enjoying yourself. I know this isn’t really your scene,” He tells you, relieved. You shake your head, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.

“I mean.. it isn’t my scene, but it was nice. All of your.. fellow players are really nice. Super intimidating,”

He laughs again, boisterous. The sound takes up space in your chest, making it tight.

“I’ve had some time to get over the fear, so I forget sometimes. All of them are really nice though, right?”

You hum in agreement.

“Sakusa.. he scared me the most but he was really polite,”

“He’s nice to anyone he thinks of as smart,” ― Hinata says abruptly, laughing sheepishly ― “So Bokuto, Atsumu, and I don’t really see him be nice,”

This makes you laugh too, and before you know it - you’re having fun with him just like you had been before. The feeling makes your stomach curl.

The laughter settles and it goes quiet again, so silent that you’re sure you could hear even the softest sounds. Of leaves landing and pins dropping, it’s almost scary. It’s not unpleasant though, or even uncomfortable. It makes you think, or rather - this brief moment of peace allows you the space to wonder. You can’t quell your curiosity, and it’s Hinata so it’s safe. It’s safe to wonder and ask questions, and you still feel fragile - but it’s fine, because it’s him.

“So uhm,” you start, shortly - words staggered in your mouth “What uhm.. what did your friends mean earlier? When they said you uh… talk about me?”

Hinata goes stiff, and for a second, you prepare yourself for the worst. You ready an apology, clumsily thinking of a way to tell him it’s fine. He doesn’t need to tell you if he doesn’t want to and -

“I uh.. I talk about you a lot, I guess,” he answers, voice gone soft. It’s unusually small for him. It’s not that he’s nervous, but he’s not as confident as you’re used to. Either way it makes you take a sharp inhale.

“...What about me?”

His laughs under his breath.

“Ah.. just about how much I've been wanting to see you since I got back to Japan. I was surprised when you said to lunch that day, but I’m glad,”

“You wanted to see me?”

“You sound surprised by that,” he replies, awfully amused. You flush.

“I mean.. I am surprised. You went half-way across the world and we didn’t see each other for two years.. I’m sure you had better things to think about,” you say, waving a dismissive hand. He laughs again, more breathlessly.

“Nah, not really. It was.. it was pretty much just you and volleyball, I think,”

You freeze, and your heart races. It’s going so fast and so loud you can barely breathe, and you stutter. You turn your head slowly, to look at him - but he’s not even fazed. He’s just smiling softly, the corners of his eyes crinkled playfully.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I like you, obviously. Thought that was pretty clear already,”

Every semblance of stability shatters in a blink of an eye. What was remaining of your fortitude, crumbles to pieces in the briefest of sentences. You stop your movement. It almost feels like your ears are ringing. Your head spins as you blink and stumble back a few times.

“You what?”

He stops now, turns his whole body to look at you. He looks confused.

“..I like you? Wasn’t that obvious?”

You pause, throat closed up. A cocktail of emotions spins through you like a cyclone, suffocating. Your head feels heavy, at a loss for words. You aren’t sure what to do, or what to say - what the appropriate course of action is.

“No. I..I didn’t know. I thought.. I just assumed?”

It’s his turn to be shocked.

“You thought I didn’t like you?”

You nod, dumbly. His face contorts into what you can only describe as utter confusion.

“Why did you think that? I mean.. I guess I was kinda shy in highschool but I thought I made it pretty obvious,”

You stare at him, swallowing.

“I thought.. I thought maybe you were just being nice. And you were really.. like a lot of.. I don’t know - a lot of the girls in our grade had a crush on you. I just kinda assumed you were just being nice,”

“You..thought I just invited every girl to my games? And walked them to class. really?” he asks, voice light. He sounds amused mostly, giggling at the idea. You fluster, feeling just how ridiculous the sentiment is looking back.

Groaning, you bury your face in your hands. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whine, sighing. He chuckles.

“I thought you hated me in highschool,” he admits to you. You immediately go to correct him.

“I didn’t hate you at all,”

“I realize that now. But I thought you like.. really didn’t like me. You always used to dodge me, so I thought you didn’t wanna hurt me feelings or something,”

“No, I always.. I never disliked you, ever. You just always had a lot of attention on you, so I figured it was better to keep my distance or something. Plus you were an upperclassmen and graduating,”

“But.. did you like me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, voice just barely above a whisper. Overwhelming, so so overwhelming.

“I uhm.. yeah. A lot, I just.. I don’t know. I tried to get over it but I just kind of.. couldn’t,”

You can barely look at his face, but you catch a glimpse. All you can see is the ochre of his eyes, gone glassy - that intense gaze that feels like it could drown you alive. Your stomach flutters, fingers curling in your jacket pockets. You sway, shifting weight from one foot to another. You’re so nervous, you’re almost sick.

“You tried? Does that mean you still like me?”,”

You think for a second, what the right thing to do is. What you should do vs. what you want to do. You think about everything that’s happened and steel your nerves - everything feels so risky. It feels surreal.

“Yeah..I still.. I still like you,” you say, unconfident.

A grin breaks across his features, and he runs a hand through his hair. His shoulders drop, practically folding himself in half.

“I still like you too.. shit. I wasn’t expecting that,” He bends down, laughing.

The sound is airy, truly and utterly relieved and you can’t help but let the good feelings resonate through you. You’ll probably go back to being in your head about it in the morning, you’re sure of it - but for now, you bask in the knowing. The reality that the guy you’ve pined after since highschool likes you back. It’s almost two in the morning and the world feels like it’s spinning, and you’re staring at Hinata Shoyo with a dopey smile, utterly infatuated.

You feel lovesick, and now that everything is out of the way - all you can do is stare. Let yourself admire the face you’ve been seeing through screens for 2 full years. You’re still uneasy, restless as you compose yourself. But for the first time in a long time, you feel.. warm in that way you can only be with someone you like. It helps that it’s Hinata Shoyo, all broad shoulders and tan skin and round eyes. He glimmers, still, just like he did when you were teenagers.

He picks himself back up and shakes his head like he’s trying to realign himself. He steps towards you, much closer than you’re prepared for - and lets his take in all of your features. When his hands reach out tentatively towards your waist, you take in a deep breath.

But you don’t tell him to stop, and when you manage some courage, you look at him too. It’s entirely too intimate for you, too much. He’s too much. Always has been, but you think that’s why you like him so much.

He leans into you, just a little. Your noses bump and your face scrunches up. You’re still so terribly, miserably endearing - so shy. He sighs.

“Hey,”

You giggle a little bit.

“..Hi,”

“If I asked to kiss you, would you say yes?”

Your heart leaps into your mouth, and your hands tremble a little as the rest of his chest. He watches your expression as it twists, hands turning to fists before weakly flattening down to how they were before.

“Yes, I would,”

He breathes, gets closer, too close - like always.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod this time, no words coming out of your mouth. Instead, you close your eyes and lean in. You press your mouth to his, a soft sound leaving as you feel his hands on either side of your face - cradling you like you’re something precious. His kiss is gentle to start with - not harsh or invasive but this comfortable basking warmth. It’s icy, a frigid night in October but your skin still burns anyway. You go weak against him, knees only barely holding you up. You feel like you’re barely holding on as he kisses you deeper and deeper.

You feel like you’re turning into a puddle when Hinata pulls away from you, making you frown. You’re embarrassed by the brief way you chase his lips, only pulling back and opening your eyes when you hear his voice.

“Hey,” he hums, nudging you

“Hm?”

“D’you.. wanna go back to your dorm?”

You flush, but nod.

You’ve never found your dorm room particularly cramped.

For a single dorm, you actually find it to be pretty good. It’s 7x7, and big enough to house an entire closet, desk, and a few other necessities. The walls are decorated with hobby stuff - mostly animanga, and everything is a bit messy but mostly well-organized. You’ve never felt like you didn’t have enough space. For just one person in a dorm room, you actually consider it pretty sizable. You even have a full size mattress instead of a twin size.

It’s never made you feel suffocated - so you get the sneaking suspicion that feeling in your lungs has more to do with Hinata than it does to do with your dorm. You find it hard to breathe when he’s around in the first place, but like this? You’re not sure you ever stood a chance.

All you can do is stare as he hovers above you, eyes heavy as you watch him peel off his jacket leaving him in only the button up shirt he had before and the nice dress-pants. You’re in that tight top and shorts, jacket on a hanger in your closet. You can’t breathe, cant think as you watch him tower over you. In the years he’s been out of Japan - he’s gotten substantial. His shoulders and chest are enough to cover you completely. All you can do is admire the muscle that shows even with his shirt still mostly on. You fidget as you wait, unsure. It’s not like you have no experience, but it’s him. It makes you flounder like a virgin, helpless in the palms of his hands.

He takes a deep breath as he leans back over you. All in your space again, his arms on either side of you. You can feel the way his body hovers above you, close but not close enough. His hands slide up to either side of your neck again. He cradles his face in his palms, his thumb dragging across your cheek as he smiles down at you in the dim light of your dorm. Everything about him is truly suffocating. He’s as a part of you as the air you breathe, sticks to the back of your eyelids with this stickiness you can’t clean off. Even without his physical body, he’s got you pinned helplessly to your bed. You can’t help but whine a bit, his lips brushing against yours.

“Hinata,” you whisper, blinking. He looks at you through lidded eyes, humming.

“Yeah?”

You give him a look, innocent and wanting. He gives you a cheeky grin.

“I know you’re bad at saying how you feel, but you gotta tell me if you want something, yanno?”

Your eyes grow wide at the mischievous comment, the little shit-eating grin that makes you flush. Whatever happened in Brazil has made him even more intrepid, less worried about the consequences and worst case scenarios. More plainly, he’s confident- too confident and a little cocky. You squirm.

“Hinata,” you whisper, half-way to a cry “Want you to kiss me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

“Mmkay. I’ll kiss you,”― and he does, like always - he keeps his promises ―“What else do you want?”

Your eyes widen when he pulls aways, staring at him in shock. His grin is shining, innocent - he cocks his head to one side as if to question you and not the other way around. You aren’t sure what to do with his prompting, why you have to say it. You get a sneaking suspicion he just likes to tease you.

But you can’t help but be desperate, can’t help but want to touch him so bad it aches. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down to your level, your face buried in the crook of his neck. You know the next words you can only come out as whispers, too embarrassing for you to say aloud.

“Want you to.. want you to touch me,”

He kisses you, again - a little deeper this time. It’s a reward for your bravery, an unspoken teasing gesture that you accept with open arms. This time it’s followed with a sweet grind, the weight of his bulge between your thighs that makes you shake.

“That so? Where do you want me to touch you?”

You whine, another thrust. It sends electricity through your spine. Goosebumps appear on your skin as you hold onto his strong forearms.

“Hinata,” you whine this time, shaking. He chuckles a little.

“Shoyo, baby,” ― he coos at you, gentle and easy ― “Call me Shoyo, try again,”

You’re out of your league here, you realize only then. You try to push back the intimacy of calling him his first name, the emotion attached - but you fail miserably. Your mouth curls around the syllables, and you flush. Skin burning, you managed to get the words out, despite how heavy they sit in your mouth.

“Sh..shoyo,” you say, unsure. You shake your head, giving it more effort the second time “Shoyo,”

He kisses you again, and this time - he doesn’t pull away. He’s grinning between each press of mouth. It’s smothering, the weight of his tongue in your mouth - tracing the insides, making your body feel weak against your sheets. He kisses you like that for a long while, enough to make you lose your head.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he presses. You whine at the lack of contact, shamelessly trying to get him to kiss you again.

“Everywhere. Please, Shoyo,”

The way you call for him makes blood rush to his cock, frenzied. He groans against the warmth of your mouth, and finally gives into you. He’d been dreaming about this for too long to hold out like he wants too. He’ll have to save it for another day. Instead, he lets his hands roam over your body swiftly. Strong, calloused palms that stroke up your thighs, to your waist, stopping only to squeeze your tits with a rough grope. A gasp gets strangled in your throat. He feels so good, his hands and his body - everything makes you feel good.

“Aah,” you struggle to form words out but Hinata understands without having to try. He distracts you by pressing himself sloppily to your mouth before letting his fingers hook into the waistband of your bottoms. He untucks your top and without a second of thought - grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up right over your chest. Your bra is a sweet and pale color - clearly tattered. You look shy over it, realization hitting as you go to cover your chest.

You’re fast but he’s faster, as he pins your hands with one hand.

“Don’t be rude,” he tsks. You squirm, trying to get out of his grip.

“I didn’t think anything was happening tonight so I’m wearing whatever,” you explain, clearly dismayed. He laughs, dipping his head down to bite the valley between your breasts, his hands letting yours go just to hold your waist. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue running over the wound.

“It’s cute,” ― he hums, voice heavy ― “You’re so cute. Super cute,”

You giggle.

“Really?”

He pecks you, trailing kisses down your jaw. They’re sloppy and open mouth. He helps you shimmy out of your top, unclasping your bra and taking that off too. All your clothes get thrown somewhere to the floor and before you know it - Shoyo is above you again. He grabs your tits in the palms of his hands, kneading the soft flesh with interest. He pushes them together, fondling you with a certain look in his eyes. Half-way between curious and lustful. It makes you wonder.

“Shoyo? You okay?”

He blinks at you, clicking back into reality as he meets your gaze. He nods, deep in thought.

“Yeah. I’ve just wanted you for a long time, you know? Doesn’t feel real,”

“Oh?”

His mouth closes around one of your tits, and he hums in response. You feel his tongue flatten and circle around the hardened nub. Your spine arches, clit fluttering. Hinata pays special attention to all the ticks of your body. Each of your waxing and waning desires are carefully taken care of. Hinata has always been excessively good at reading people, like he looks at someone and knows the right way to approach. For how hard-headed and brave he is, you think he’d be more misinformed on reading others.

But he does it, easily, without fail. And he touches you like he’s read your mind, listened to all of your nasty fantasies in the years he was gone. He touches you like he’s reaching into you somehow, the soft pacing mixed with harsher grips. It’s just enough to leave you wanting, enough sucking on your tits to make you restless. Enough groping touches and ruts against your clit to make your pussy soak. This lust that’d been festering for years suddenly takes new shape, and in no small part with how well Hinata just seems to get you.

You lay there and he plays with your body. His fingers tweak your nipples, rubbing them with his thumb as you squirm. He lifts his head to look at you.

“Mhm. I thought about touching you everyday,”

You can’t contain your shock, a gasp leaving your lips as Hinata continues to wind you up. His words add fuel to the fire, always been good at getting people to hear him out even if he has nothing to say. You find yourself replying half-heartedly. Your eyes are pressed shut, fingers threading through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I thought about how pretty and nice you were and how much I liked you. I wanted to make you feel good.. still do,”

You whimper.

“I wanna make you feel really good. Can I? Please,”

He asks you the question with innocent eyes. Somehow he’s even more concentrated than before as he stares up at you. Your eyes widen. You nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a deep sigh. Hinata smiles at you before ducking his head down. He trails kisses down your navel, and when he gets to your bottoms - he leans to one side. Lifting your legs up, he slides them over you until you’re in nothing but printed cotton panties. They’re unsexy just like your bra, torn on the waistband. The light color highlights the damp spot. You want to hide but he coos at you, endeared by it.

He crawls up next to you, slotting himself by your side while sliding his hands down your stomach until he’s hovering above your clothed core. His knuckles drags between your soft folding, and he gasps. He does it over and over, listening to ragged breaths.

‘You’re so wet,” ― his voice is thick as he lets his knuckle drag against your swollen clit ― “Is this for me?”

It’s nothing but a ridiculous question, but you’re nothing if not weak to his whims. You throw your head to the other side, trying to face away from him as you answer with a simple “mhm,”

Hinata isn’t having it. He uses his free hand to point your face to his, and you kiss him over the shoulder. He holds your face so that you have to keep kissing him, even as he slides his free hand into your panties. Every gasp or moan you make, he swallows greedily. Your breathing goes shallow as he circles your clit, throbbing with each of his touches. You know deep down, he’s just rubbing the little sensitive bundle of nerves - nothing more and nothing less. It’s just that Hinata does it so carefully. So lovingly, adoringly playing with your pretty pussy with none of his usual impatience. Hinata is so much all the time, but he takes it so slow with you. His big fingers overshadow you, but it feels so fucking good anyway. The way he rubs on your pussy is enough to make you wetter than wet. Enough to slowly unravel that heavy tension you’ve had in your body for him so long. You’re tongue kissing him, practically drooling. Just soft and empty babbles as he rubs your clit for all it’s worth.

When the pleasure suddenly comes to a tide, you can’t do anything but gasp. With your mind filled with lead and body tight, you cum so hard you feel like you might go blind. The pleasure is nothing like you’ve ever felt, an orgasm you can feel with your whole body - a result from the way Hinata has worked you out. You’ve never had anyone go so far

“Haah..! Holy shit,” are the only tangible things you can think to say. Hinata doesn’t seem fazed by the orgasm, instead keeping his movement steady until you’re done pulsing so harshly. Your first orgasm of the night is a quick fall, it hits you and then it keeps going. Your pussy flutters around the feeling of nothing as you throw your head back, almost crushing Hinata’s wrist in the process.

When you come down from it, you blink your eyes open to see Hinata’s smiling face. You blink at him, sluggish from the sudden rush before pushing yourself to kiss him.

“Thank you,” you mumble, almost out of habit. This makes him laugh.

“For what?”

“Makin’ me cum. Normally, I have to do it myself,” you explain. Hinata groans, laughing.

“You’re really gonna kill me, you know?”

“Sorry,” you mumble. He laughs at how worn out you are.

“Do you wanna keep going?,” he asks, concerned. You give him wide, worried eyes.

“Please,” you almost beg. He laughs a little at you, kissing the corner of your mouth as he moves away from you. This time he slides himself down between your legs. You watch him, the way presses soft kisses all over your skin until his face is inches away from your cunt. His big hands go underneath your thighs before pushing them apart. He kisses up those too, taking his time with each peck - pausing to leave little hickies in all the places above the knee. It’s teasing and purposeful, too much for you to handle.

Finally, finally - his mouth hovers above your clit. Sticky and wet, dripping from your first orgasm. It won’t take much effort to get you going again, but Hinata starts slow anyways. The long stroke of his tongue against your sex makes your whole body convulse. You shudder, shake like a leaf in a storm. Hinata drags it once, then twice, until he’s pressed flat against the nerves. You’re already reeling, overstimulated, and the hotness of his mouth secure around your clit only makes you fall further into delirium. You fall deeply into the web of pleasure, secured and sacrificial as Hinata spreads you open and lays you out in a way that feels unreal.

He sucks on your clit with a soft hum, gazing up at you just to check your reaction. When he sees your chest start to get erratic again, he doesn’t hesitate to bring his hands. He pushes your legs out further. You think he gets off on the way your legs spread out. You feel his finger against your folds, the calloused pads of his fingers as they push softly against your hole. You fail at being still or silent, soft whimpers pulled at every move. Hinata is good at being consistent, he touches you in a way that feels even and steady. You gasp at the initial stretch of his two fingers, pussy feeling tight as he scissors them out.

Your second orgasm comes to you much slower, softer. Hinata’s fingers and the heat of his mouth make you feel like your mind is melting, the way he seems to massage your pussy so gently. You can feel the way your body loses itself to pleasure, the strange sense of urgency deep in your gut as Hinata sucks your soul through your clit. His fingers are putting pressure on your gspot, only laughing when he hears you gasp. You’ve got your fingers clawed in the bedsheets, spine arched beautifully as you cry out for him.

Hinata only slows when he hears your voice give out. He pulls his fingers out and you watch with lidded eyes as he sucks on them to clean them off. A small whimper leaves the back of your throat as Hinata pulls himself up and off of you just to kiss you.

You reach down and squeeze the weight of his cock, tucked into his slacks making him choke out a sound. He laughs a little at how innocently you do it, like you seem surprised that it’s even there. The air is still sticky with this tension, no chances of it mellowing out soon.

“It’s…big,” you comment. Hinata quickly unbuttons his pants, letting his pants fall just at his thighs. His cock springs free, enough gravity that it bounces. You watch it in a gasp, it’s thick. Fat and heavy with a hard curve up. The tip is pink and pretty. It makes your throat close up, mouth watering as your hand wraps around the shaft tentatively. Hinata lets out a soft gasp as you stroke it, just enough to make it feel good. He pants in your ear shamelessly, eager to fuck into your soft hands.

“Fuck, baby - that feels good,” Hinata groans. The sound makes you shake a little, and you nod - going harder as you drink down his reactions. Expression creased, breathing shaky. You can’t help but want more. The space is limited and the air is hot - and your eyes are glazed over as you stroke his cock softly. You let your fingertips touch, almost like you’re not sure what to do.

“Shoyo,”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna.. I want you inside. Please,”

Hinata blinks at you and then laughs good-naturedly. It feels like torture, you’re so sweet on him. He doesn’t give a verbal reply, instead pressing his lips to your forehead with a soft hum. He can’t help but dote on you, just a little. Everything about you makes Hinata Shoyo exceptionally restless, so he can’t help but want to kiss you. He can’t help himself but press kisses all along your face until you let out that warm giggle and sigh.

“Yeah.. me too. Wanna be inside you too, but I don't have any condoms,” he says, strained, like it hurts him. You shrug.

“That’s..okay,”

His eyes widen.

“It is?”

You shift, letting your legs fall back as your skin goes warm.

“It is. I’m.. yeah. Don’t worry about it,”

Hinata stares at you like you’ve hung the moon but opts to bite his tongue. Either way, he isn’t sure he would be able to say anything coherent. Instead, he shifts himself to slide his cock between your folds with a deep sigh. The palms of his hands graze against the back of your thighs, falling underneath your knees as he folds you slowly, until there’s no way to move or thrash. Hinata Shoyo knows it’s merciless to fuck you like this, deep enough that his feet fall flat on your little twin size mattress and there’s no where for you to go. You let out a soft squeak at the position, the feeling of his strong form body towering over you makes you feel strange. There’s nowhere to run to, not with the way his thick thighs hold you down, the weight of his body comfortable but heavy over you.

You know it’ll burn tomorrow, but all you can think about is the feeling of his hard dick sliding, nudging your clit softly with each movement. You’re moments away from pleading. Starry-eyed with lust and in a mild stupor, you just need him to fuck you

“Take a deep breath for me, okay?”

You do as he says then you feel it, the thick head of his cock pressing forward. He stretches your pussy out incredibly, molds the shape of your insides to his cock with almost seamless effort. It feels like it never ends. You can’t help but whimper, grasping for him aimless as he pins you down. He goes painfully slow, and each inch makes it hard for you to think. The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel him push and push and push, the slow stretch that makes your walls ache and your mouth water. You can feel spill as he fucks into you, unable to do anything but babble his name in a plea. You’re stupefied, dizzy - so wet every shift lets out a lewd and wet sound. You feel like your brain might fry,

“S-Shoyo.. hnggh - Shoyo,”

“I got you baby, haah, I got you,”

He bottoms out, a guttural moan - the kind that can only come from his chest as he feels you. You feel like silk, hot pressed and slick around his cock. The sensation has him gritting his teeth and grunting. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how fucking good you feel around his cock, pussy gripping onto him for life - it’s begging for something to be inside of it. He can’t help but wonder how he’ll ever tear himself away from something so warm, so pleasurable. Everytime he so much as shifts, you throb and tear up and Hinata has to stop himself from fucking you before your ready.

“Fuck you feel so good. I never wanna stop fucking you,”

You whimper and clench, hard and Hinata gasps. A choked sigh leaves his mouth as he ruts his hips. You’ve gone into a delirium - head swimming and forbade of anything but Hinata fucking you raw and deep.

“Shoyo, Shoyo, Shoyo,” you gasp, fingernails tearing the skin in his back “Please move,”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. In one fluid movement, he’s pulling out and fucking you deep. You’ve seen that look in his eyes before, when his eyes get a little glassy when he focuses on something before conquering it. You can’t help but feel it weigh down on your chest as Hinata fucks you for all of his worth. His cock spears you over and over, raw and so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach. Everything feels like it’s on fire, your calves dangling pathetically up as he fucks into you with force. He fucks how he spikes, hard and so fast you can’t keep up. His balls slap against your ass with a heavy sound as he moans into your ear.

It feels like the mattress might break as Hinata overwhelms you. You’re so wet each thrust almost makes him slip out but he never does, cock snugly inside of you as he fucks you so deep. Deep enough to make your mind feel static.

The way he has you folded makes your clit grind into his navel with a soft bump. You can feel the way the pleasure builds, staccatos slowly. It comes quickly, like a crack of lightning, impossible to predict. It doesn’t feel like anything you’ve ever felt before - hard and fast. His cock knocks into you like it’s bullying you, harsh against your pretty pussy but not painful. Just too much, enough to make you crazy,

“Gonna cum for me?”

“Oh, god. Oh god, ohgodohgod,”

You cling to him, voice aching in your throat as you cry out - as you cum, a third time, right on his cock. It feels so good your brain melts and your throat collapses in on itself and Hinata is quick to gasp into your ear as your whole body convulses and the string inside of your belly snaps with no hesitance or resistance. You’re cumming and you’re cumming hard, your toes curling as your body aches - thrashing against the bed. Hinata chuckles when he watches you lose your mind over it, but he finds that he’s not far off either. You mewl as he keeps fucking into you - reaching forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Cum inside of me, Shoyo. Missed you,” you tell him, dazed. Hinata’s eyes go wide and before you know it - his hips stutter. Hearing that was apparently all he needed to finish and he cums, right inside of you, without a moment of hesitation. He groans as he finishes - thick, hot, white cum spilling deep inside of you.

He lets himself stay inside you as he pulls back and unfurls you. He presses kisses all over your cheeks and face in his post-sex haze, mumbling about how pretty you are as you fall away into nothing-ness.

“I’m glad you came back to Japan,” you hum, soft - sated.

Hinata smiles, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m glad too,”

#hinata<3

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