[takes place during the Brazil arc, this is part of a larger wip i’ve been sitting on for literally 3ish years, reader went to Karasuno and was Ennoshita’s friend/second year. i think that’s all the context you really need??]
Hinata x fat black afab reader (gender or genitalia isn’t mentioned but they compare themselves to Karasuno’s managers)
MDNI. SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
“We all had crushes on you, you know.”
Hinata leans back, elbows sinking into the sand,
“All of the first years.”
The cheap wine warming your belly melts your bones and heats your face as you too sink into the sand, heart racing a little bit. Hinata sips his beer, eyes trained on your face. He smirks at you, chuckling at your confused expression.
“Don’t look so confused! You’re cute, always have been! And a nice body!”
His tan skin reddens, blush creeping up his neck as his eyes shamelessly run up and down your body. It’s been a hot day, and you’re only wearing a see-through linen button up, sports bra visible, and shorts. You’re not hiding your body by any means, but you’re also not as fit as Hinata—you’ve never been. Nevertheless, he still drinks you in. you feel exposed, and you fight the urge to shy away.
“Hmm, yeah, but compared to Kiyoko or Yachi or even miss Saeko… I’m nowhere near them. They’re all such total babes…”
“And so are you!” Hinata leans closer, face scrunched up in thought, “Like, yes. Kiyoko and Saeko-nee are total babes. And Yachi is gorgeous… But honestly, you’re more my type.”
He was closer now, leaning on his belly, head on his hands. The beer was discarded, forgotten as he inched near you.
“Think you were about the only other thing besides volleyball Kageyama, and I could agree on. Would hope you’d stop by practice, just to see you, even if you were only there for Ennoshita.”
He’s still got that boyish charm of his, although sharper, and he’s blushing red from the tips of his ears down his neck. Still smiling as brightly as ever, eyes shining.
His attention swirls deliciously in the pit of your stomach, embarrassed as you are. You have to down another gulp of your wine, eyes stinging as his compliment settles In.
<3
Hinata kisses you and your mind turns to mush. Never mind the fact that you’re still out in public, laying on the sand on a busy beach. He doesn’t kiss you like you expect, although you’re not sure what you expected. He’s all encompassing, large and calloused hands pulling you closer by the scalp. It’s almost forceful, the way he pushes himself onto you. he leans over you, moving to kneel over your laid figure.
It’s obvious that he’s been thinking about this for years, by the way he licks up at you, hungry. His arms are warm, toned and firm. They pull you in closer, needy to stay connected, fitting himself between your legs and under your nape. Lean muscle on soft plush, pressing onto you and feeling up your love handles and fat. His hands exploring the silk of your stomach, on the exposed skin, squeezing at what he can grab.
Shōyō leads with his tongue, playful as he always is, earnest and energetic. It’s hard to keep up as he chases after you, stealing your breath like the ocean waves beside you.
Kissing Shōyō is akin to drowning—albeit more comforting and intentional. Your chest hurts, heart beating fast as you let yourself be consumed by nature. Your lungs scream and you resign yourself to pushing at his chest, pulling him off you. His lips leave yours with a wet smack, a string of spit separating your embrace, and his eyes are blown and focused. You know that look, you’ve born witness to it before, only ever to volleyball. It’s an utter adoration of his favorite activity in the world, a voracity to put his all into what he does.
And he looks at you with adoration, a wistful look in his eyes as he smiles brightly down at you. Like you’re a star athlete or an elder in his field, he looks at you with a hunger to consume you whole and absorb your very being. No one’s ever looked at you like that, at least you don’t think so. You don’t feel like you deserve it, as imperfect and lame as you feel.
“You alright?” He asks, with a soft laugh, “I just felt like I had to, you know?”
And you just nod up at him, breath catching in the interim. You don’t know what to say, all you can do is stare, dizzy and entranced. He’s looking down at you with a wide smile, blinding as the sun, fully wrapping you in his sculpted arms and lithe legs. Your mouth flaps like a guppy, almost as if you were fished up from the current, warm fuzziness erupting at your cheeks.
Hinata Shōyō is a good kisser, and while you’re not sure what to do with this information, so much of you wants to learn as much as possible. He must be skilled in other ways, surely? And maybe it’s in bad taste, but you lean to capture his lips once more in hopes that you’re right.
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