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nishinoya yuu x fem reader word count: 2080 NSFW warning featuring: needy noya, dom-ish noya, and uhhh sex 

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“Just one more.”

Nishinoya Yuu wasn’t one for lying, but he had been lying to you all evening. 

“One more!” he was giggling and tugging on your shirt. “That’s all. I promise.” 

“You don’t mean that, you’ve said that all night,” you said with a sigh. But a smile was evident on your face, because despite the minor annoyance, he was still cute as a button. “I’m studying, Yuu.”

It’s true that when Nishinoya asks for one more of anything - especially when it comes to you - he didn’t mean it. You weren’t sure if he knew what the words even meant. 

Yuu thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, “No, I do mean it this time. I only need one more kiss. Really.” 

You gave up on fighting back and decided to just give in, because it was late and your boyfriend would never let you keep studying until he got what he wanted. And this was meant to be a study date - you intended on actually getting some studying done. 

Yuu stole your smile from your lips with his own, kissing you soft and slow as if he was savoring it. He had his hands on each side of your face and he was kissing you like he meant it - he was giving you no chance to move away and you could hardly even kiss back. It was all him; he was kissing you and you were letting him do as he pleased because it felt too good not to. 

You weren’t sure when this kiss turned into a total make out session or when his hand gravitated to your hair or when your hands were sliding up his shirt. All you knew was that Nishinoya was still there, holding you in place with your head tilted back, kissing you so deep it felt like he was trying to find your soul. And you were his for the taking; he tugged your hair gently as his tongue lapped into your mouth, and by now you’d forgotten all about any studying that was meant to be done. 

You didn’t take a breath until he pulled away - slowly, because he was absolutely trying to tease you, and you were left looking like a fish out of water. You chased his lips, desperate for him to kiss you again, but Nishinoya only pulled back and looked at you with furrowed brows. 

“I told you I only needed one more,” he smirked; your obvious need only fueled his ego. “You can study now, bunny. Don’t forget that important exam tomorrow.” 

He knew what he was doing, but his giggling kept him from looking as cool as he wanted. Ever the bad actor, he just couldn’t hide his true intentions no matter how badly he wanted to. Especially when it comes to you. 

“That’s not fair,” you whined, having fallen into his trap easily. “You did that on purpose.” 

“I know,” he laughed, poking the tip of your nose before leaving a kiss on the same spot. “I did it on purpose. But only ‘cause I want you. I’m not teasing on purpose.” 

“You are!” 

“I’m not!” He crossed his arms and scooted back away from you, exaggerating his pout. “You’re the one teasing on purpose, with your studying nonsense. You’re even wearing my shirt! You only invited me over to tease me, didn’t you?” 

“No!” you claimed, but you were laughing way too much for him to believe you. And you were only laughing because he wasn’t wrong. “...Did it work?” 

And then he erupted into laughter as he tackled you to the ground, completely forgetting about the workbooks on the table in front of you. Studying be damned. 

“Yes, it worked, you dork.” 

“I’m not a dork.” 

He hummed as he pressed kisses along your jaw. “You are a dork.” More kissing, nibbling, sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, “but you’re my good little bunny, too, aren’t you?” 

You were going to reply when you felt his fingers wiggling against your waist; you laughed because of the feeling and Nishinoya laughed along with you. “See?” he whispered. “Dork.” 

So to get payback, you tucked your hand under his arm and wiggled your fingers, making him laugh loud and push your arm away fast. “If being ticklish makes me a dork, then you’re an even bigger dork.”  

He huffed, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he took your wrists into one hand and pressed them above your head. 

“I should punish you for that.” 

You challenged him, “Should you?” 

“Yeah,” he replied, saying it like it was obvious. “You’re bratty tonight. What happened to being my good little bunny?” His head fell until his lips were pressed right against your ear. “I’ll give you another chance to be good.” You felt his free hand creeping up your shirt and your breath hitched in anticipation. “Only ‘cause I know you can be good for me.” 

He pulled back just to wink at you, and you nodded at him to let him know you heard him. 

“Keep your arms up here,” he told you. He pulled his hand away and then moved down to your chest; with both hands, he lifted your shirt up until it was tucked under your chin and your chest was bare. He made no comments about the fact that you were missing a bra - you expected him to at least point it out -  but it was because his lips were too busy kissing your skin. 

This was always Nishinoya’s favorite part. Of course he loved to tease, and he loved to play up his dominance, and he loved what always happens after this, but nothing beats the sight of you underneath him, anxiously letting him kiss and bite your skin. Nothing beats seeing you bare, your chest rising and falling with each breath, arms up above your head just like he told you. 

He’s convinced that it’ll never stop feeling like the first time. There will never be a day that he looks at you like this and doesn’t immediately feel breathless, feel completely in awe at the natural beauty of you. It will always make his heart swell and his blood rush and his dick hard as a rock - always. 

His fingers grip your sweatpants because he just can’t wait anymore. He wants to see you and feel you and hear you. He wants to make you drip and moan and drool. He wants you to be bare of everything besides his hands and his shirt and him. 

With a harsh tug your pants come off, and his movements are haste and almost rough but he doesn’t even notice and you don’t mind. Just like him, you’re too ready to care about anything else. 

He leaves his shirt on but kicks his shorts off, struggling to get them down his legs because god, he’s hard and needy and ready. But he gets them off and then he’s back at your lips, searching for your soul once again. 

“I love you,” he says and breathes and moans, and you have to fight the urge to touch him as you say it back. 

A whine of frustration left Yuu’s throat because he couldn’t figure out what to do next. He wanted you more than anything, but he had a bad habit of taking things too fast and, in turn, ending things quicker than he wanted. He wanted to savor you, to take you nice and sweet and slow; he wanted to pump his fingers into you and watch you fall apart around them; he wanted to move his lips down your body until he was relentlessly fucking you with his tongue and listening to screams of your name. 

But he couldn’t. Yuu’s desires were selfish and he couldn’t hide it. He wanted all of those things, but he wanted his own release more. He wanted to bury his cock in you and be reminded of how well you take him. He wanted to watch as your breasts bounced with every thrust. He wanted to paint you in his cum, both inside and out. And he just couldn’t wait for it. 

When he tucked his hips against yours and you wrapped your legs around him, he felt a shiver run through him - the two of you fit together so perfectly. Your bodies weren’t even connected yet, and still, it was a perfect fit. 

There was no point in holding back anymore. Nishinoya didn’t know why he was trying to stop himself - you obviously didn’t want him to wait, so why was he waiting? 

He didn’t need to, so he didn’t. He let himself do the one thing he wanted, which was slide his cock into you as deep as he possibly could. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” he cursed, and he was hardly aware he was even speaking. But he couldn’t control it. “Oh, you feel good - so fucking good.” 

He took a hold of your wrists and kept them pinned next to your head - you hadn’t moved them, but he was just making sure you weren’t going anywhere.  

It always caught you off guard that Nishinoya’s pace was never hard and fast and rough and sloppy, and when you first met him, that’s what you expected. With all his energy, how could you not?

But Yuu’s thrusts were deliberate and particular. He learned what you liked and memorized it; every one of his movements were for you. He knew exactly how to hit the spots you loved, and he knew how fast you wanted it. He knew how to make you moan for him - he didn’t have to ask. 

And he loved it. He loved knowing that those moans were real and all for him; you were groaning and cursing and whining because of him. Nothing would ever make him feel better than that. 

He loved teasing you for it, too. “Just a little louder, bunny, I don’t think the people on the first floor can hear.” 

You replied with the cutest whine and, “Yuu,” turning your head away and biting your lip to keep your mouth shut. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, tugging your lip free. “Don’t even think about hiding them. Be good. Keep that pretty mouth open.” 

His thrusts hadn’t stopped, and it was getting much harder for you to ignore the pressure that was building up in your coure. 

“I’m close, Yuu,” you whimpered. 

“How close?”

“Close,” you said, completely annoyed by his teasing. “Really… close.”

That’s when he sped up, and he was obviously chasing after his own orgasm. It wasn’t helping you hold yours back, but you didn’t have to; with his lips against your ear, Yuu whispered, “then cum for me,” and when you did, he was quick to follow your lead. He’d be damned if he didn’t cum with you. 

Both of your moans filled the room, and maybe the rooms of your neighbors, but you were both way too lost in each other to care. It was electric and sparkly and amazing for both of you, just like always, and Yuu loved it. 

And it ended way too soon, just like he knew it would. Both of you struggled to catch ragged breath while Nishinoya was trying to figure out where he had gone wrong; he came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t have rushed things, and next time he’ll offer more foreplay so that he can stretch it all out longer, and - 

“Yuu. Stop. It was perfect.” 

“It ended too soon.” 

“You didn’t like it?” 

He gasped at the accusation, and you laughed at the look on his face. “No, I loved it, baby, don’t say that.” 

He finally let go of your hands as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, and you stretched your arms out. 

“Okay, well now we actually have to study.” 

Your boyfriend completely deflated at that, but you pushed him up off of you anyway. You brushed his hair out of his eyes for him and tugged your shirt back down, ignoring Nishinoya’s pout. 

“Wait. Give me one more kiss before we start.”

Knowing where one more kiss would lead, you pressed your hand against his face and pushed him away. 

“Fine! I’ll get it after we’re done, though, bunny. I’ll be patient, just you watch.” 

You laughed at him, because you knew that wouldn’t be true. But if it made him feel better, you’d let him believe it.