summary: for years you’ve been in love with hinata shoyo, and for years you’ve made yourself available for him, knowing that he couldn’t do the same for you.
wc: 3.5k
tags: childhood friends to fwb to lovers au, (mutual) pining, angst to fluff, self-doubt and insecurities, pōrn with way too much plot, virginity loss, implied experienced!hinata, mentions of public intercourse, mastubation, messy creampies
you realize you love hinata when he says goodbye that very first time. he comes to your house, not far away from his, the afternoon before his flight to brazil leaves, to hand you food that his mom made, as if you were the one leaving.
it’s only right that he leaves your little mountainside neighborhood, you think. he’s always been too bright, too energetic to be confined here.
you know that he’s some sort of superstar, even before he was on television, before he’s propelled to the national stage. you remember him as your neighbor, running around with a grin as bright as day, and doing anything and everything to achieve his dreams.
“have a safe trip, shoyo-kun,” you remember saying, holding the food he’d just given you, “…i’ll miss you,” you add hastily.
he doesn’t even blink when he replies, “i’ll miss you too, y/n!!” he’s just being nice, you think, it’s how he’s always been.
watching gojo's back in the mirror over your shoulder as he fucks you. watching the way his back muscles flex and curl and shift underneath his skin with every thrust of his hips. the way he rolls into you, skin to skin. n you can see where your thigh makes contact with his waist. the skin stretches and pulls and dips delightfully with the weight of their trembling.
and he's panting above you, sweat dripping from his forehead to your chest where he curls over himself to suck on your tit. gojo's hands hold your thighs up by his waist, fingers digging into the soft and supple flesh.
okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.
i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
fantasising about werewolf! bakugo, who—unbeknownst to you—has spent majority of your friendship secretly grooming you into accepting your fated role as his bondmate.
it’s a gentle brush of his fingers to your elbow, one day, grip tightening around the bend of your joint as he steadies your balance. clumsily, you’d somehow managed to trip over your own feet, stumbling into the open threshold of his apartment, your forehead dangerously close to colliding with the warmth of his chest. admittedly, you are a tad dismayed when he’s able to save you the shame of face-planting the very comfortable-looking space between his pecs, the broad muscles hidden beneath the stretch of fabric that you recognise to be his favourite band t-shirt. you choose to pointedly ignore the bout of disappointment that settles at the back of your throat when he straightens you upright, grunting something indecipherable under the heat of his breath as he kicks the door shut behind you. you follow him into the comfort of his apartment, but whilst you’re free to ogle at the shape of his back as he leads you into the living room, you’re blind to the way that he forcibly hides the smug curl of the corners of his mouth with a twitch of his lips.
over time, his touches become more frequent.
again, you’re oblivious to the way that there’s a deliberate brush of his fingers whenever he’s passing you the remote, eyes already gluing themselves to the television, missing the brief flash of irritation that gleams the colour of his own crimson. there’s a press of his shoulder when the two of you are invited over to a movie night at kirishima’s, a group of five crammed onto a second-hand settee that was made for two. he’s purposeful in the way that the warmth of him is almost fire-like when his skin touches yours, but again, he’s humbled, for you bare no visible signs of reacting, too busy giggling along to something stupidly un-funny that shitty hair has spouted. the redhead can’t fathom as to why bakugo spends majority of the evening glaring scornfully at the side of his face when he should be focusing on the movie instead.
but, eventually, there comes a time when you start to lean into the palm of his hand when he’s grabbing at your bicep to tug you inside whenever you appear at his doorstep, and it leaves him feeling smug when you coo about how warm he is. he’s surprised, yet satisfied when you even go as far as to slug your feet onto his lap when the two of you collapse onto the settee after sharing a meal one evening, expelling a happy hum from the back of your throat when the pad of his thumb kneads at your heel.
after this, tactfully, he switches to scent.
it isn’t obvious, he doesn’t think, the way that he greedily inhales when you greet him at the door when he stops by after a late-night patrol. except, maybe it is, because he swears that it’s taking you a tad longer than usual to lock the door shut behind him. your scent sits on the tip of his tongue as he stands in the middle of your living room, watching as you disappear into the kitchen to flick the kettle on. momentarily alone, that wild part of him is frantic, forcing his nostrils to flare, a low groan bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his ribs expand to accommodate the stretch of his lungs as he eagerly breathes you in. it’s overwhelming, the sweetness of your scent that clings to all four corners of the room, and bakugo can do nothing as it entices a longing that coils deep in his stomach when you return from the kitchen—two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand—his eyes snapping towards the column of your throat.
there, bakugo just knows that you smell the sweetest, the gleam of his stare narrowing in on the very space where he, primeval beast that he is, aches to embed his canines into. his gums itch, threatening to do just that, and he forces himself to swallow down the urge around a scalding mouthful of hot chocolate.
it’s just after this when he starts to realise that although your scent is very much you, it is his own that he often catches latching into the strands of your hair, or seeping into the threads of your clothes. you don’t notice, of course, the way it drives him feral when you steal a well-worn hoodie of his, the fabric draping over your shoulders as it’s too large for your frame. he insists that you keep the hoodie for yourself, mumbling an excuse about how he no longer wears it (he’s lying—the fabric is saturated in his scent), a gluttonous instinct of his now placated when you agree easily—happily, he thinks— slipping the fabric over your head. you’re enshrouded by a bubble that tastes of his musk, and the fire that singes the blood in his veins is one that he can’t get rid of, even when he desperately fucks his cock into the palm of his fist later that night.
eventually, torment has him resorting to sound.
the beat of your pulse is one that bakugo has long memorised, ingrained into the very makings of his own dna. it’s usually a throb that dulls in the background, his instincts latching onto the sound even if he’s busy acting as if he can’t hear each steady inhale that is drawn between the very lips that he struggles to refrain from gawking at each day. it’s a task, one that takes months to perfect, especially when he has to learn that not every spike of your pulse is a cause for alarm.
but, somehow, the gentle thud, thud, thud that he becomes accustomed to has morphed. he’s not entirely sure when it happens, but almost a year has passed since the two of you became friends, and one day, he notices. you’ve invaded the private space of his home once again, only, this time, you’re lazily sprawled across his bed, tittering away to yourself when you make a joke about how his hero name should’ve been ‘boomshakala’. he’s swearing at you, shoving the flat of his foot against your hip, and although there’s no malice in his actions—his grin is far too wide for someone who does a very good job at being angry all of the time—there’s a tiny noise choked out from the back of your throat.
t-thump-thump-th-thump.
there, he thinks, is the spike of your pulse, again. it’s fluttering, uneven as you peer at him, mouth frozen on the shape of an exclaim that isn’t voiced. you’re staring at him, wide eyed—mortified—because did you just moan?
he’s still, watching you, the glower of crimson tainted by a molten heat that bleeds into his irises, and you find that you can’t look away. he looks hungry—starved—and you dare to think that maybe there’s a small chance that he—
he’s on to you.
literally.
you aren’t able to finish that final thought, because now he’s shoving, pressing you to the mattress, looming over you as he pins you still with the weight of his hips, grinning a smile that is all teeth and little else. you’re gawking up at him, a little wide eyed, dazed as your lips part, wetted by a flick of your tongue. unabashed, bakugo has decided that he cares very little for being inconspicuous, and now, he blatantly stares at the way you lick your lips, his own tongue wiggling from out of his mouth to mirror your actions.
and holy fuck, does he have fangs?!
you suppose that you ought to be terrified—because you’re definitely confused—and yet, suddenly, bakugo’s senses are overwhelmed by the existence of your very present arousal. the musky scent is dulled by your hesitation, your fingers, soft and pliant, wedged between the crooks of his own. but where your legs are hooked around the width of his waist, he can feel the way that your clit has begun to throb wantonly as you murmur his name so breathily that he’d’ve failed to hear the syllables—broken on the shape of another moan—if not for the fact that his sense of hearing far surpasses that of a human being. there’s a perspiration that has built on the nape of his neck, and he’s sure that you can feel the way that his cock has engorged, flooded with blood that surges south when you allow him to curl a possessive hand around the width of your pretty little neck.
‘you’re mine,’ he snaps, leaning close enough to catch the stutter of your breath on the curve of his cheek, leaning to tongue over the seam of your lips before you can reply.
bakugo was right. you do taste sweet. sweeter than he’d imagined, too. you’re gasping, the fragile skin of your throat jumping as your pulse quickens, and to his surprise, you’re keeping up with the repeated press of his lips, returning his affections with as much fervour as he’s giving. your fingers are twisting into the shock of blonde that rests atop his skull, and a stroke of his groin to yours has you choking, pulling on the strands with a sharp tug. in turn, bakugo snarls, lips tearing from the shape of yours, teeth dragging along the length of your neck. again, he was right, because here, your scent is as sweet as your taste.
‘tell me you’re mine,’ he demands, desperate as he ruts against you. he groans, the pitch low before it catches on a keen that has your toes curling within the confides of your socks. dizzied by how quickly he’s rendered you into nothing but putty, you’re unable to voice your surprise when the tips of his fangs catch on the dip of your collarbone.
things are moving quickly—too quickly, you should think—and yet you’re just as desperate as he, seeking friction as your hips roll to meet his.
‘say it,’ he’s all but begging, breath hot on your skin as it tickles its way down the shell of your ear. pinned beneath him, you shiver, and he huffs, seemingly upset by your silence. ‘say it—say you’re mine.’
his teeth actually nip at the jut of your jaw, and you cry out, mildly incredulous and incredibly turned on.
‘y-yours,’ you relent, gasping, moaning sweetly into the meat of his shoulder. ‘all yours.’ sated by your promise, he listens to the rapid thump of your pulse, the sound almost deafening at it strums at your clit, increasing in tempo when the hard lines of his cock nudges once, twice, thrice, accompanied by the scratch of his canines at the crook of which your neck meets your shoulder.
there, he decides, is where you’ll wear his mark.
pride has his blood stirring, his nostrils flaring as he devours the scent of you—whom he can now finally claim as his own. his lips curl around the shape of a smirk, and he sneers one word against the beat of your jugular.
bakugo is the type to actually get mad when you don't kiss him back while he's fucking you. and it's not even that it's a conscious choice you're making to piss him off. he's just pleasing you so well that you can't even think, let alone control your moans enough so you can kiss him back.
his cock is pounding into you so good, making you moan and whimper with every thrust, hitting every spot that makes you melt. his body is pressing against yours, pinning you down underneath him so all you can do is lay there and take it.
he's kissing you nice and sloppy, but still full of love and most of all possessiveness. he's licking into your mouth, hungry for more and admittedly selfish enough to just keep taking what he wants.
but when your head drops back, mouth going slack as you let out more sounds, he feels proud and smug that he's making you feel good, of course, but another more carnal part of him is mad that you're depriving him of what he wants, what he needs.
he'll practically growl at you, grabbing your face with a big hand, forcing you to look at him, your eyes basically rolling back.
"don't make me have to ask. be a good girl and kiss me back."
warnings: biting/marking lol, blood mention, possessiveness, reader is gn but dress/skirt mention, all the boys are timeskip
baji likes to bite and mark u everywhere. seriously, everywhere!! this isn’t just for your body either, it’s for places. he’ll mark u in the pet shop behind the counter, at a restaurant, amusement park, u name it and baji is there biting and sucking away <3 especially since u told him u love his lil fangs! he suckles hickeys into your neck all time, littering your collarbone with them as well. kissing ur hand turns into nibbling on your fingers. its not a secret that u biting him back turns him on, especially if it’s his finger or thumb that somehow found its way into ur mouth. if ur fucking, hes a little harsher, sinking his teeth into ur shoulder blade and lapping at the lil pricks of blood <3 honestly, the marking has become so distracting chifuyu and kazutora have asked him to ease up. he can’t help it, he just thinks ur so pretty all marked up and all his!!
cutie pie chifuyu only marks you in places u can hide, but he marks them all over. your chest, your stomach, your back, thighs, are covered with chifuyu’s hickeys. fuyu is actually pretty possessive over u, but would be very embarrassed if any of his friends called him out on it. he cant deny the way his heart races when he sees u wearing clothes u normally would knowing his handy work is underneath. he can’t wait to take those pesky garments off and give u some fresh marks <3
bonten!mikey likes to bite u in places that are juuuust barely hidden. as much as he would love to show them off, since you are his and his only, he finds it more thrilling this way. if u were to stretch, shirt pulling up, u can just barely see the bruised skin underneath. if u were wearing a skirt/dress and bent down, his mark would be there too, just barely visible on the back of your thigh. it's sort of a game for him! he loves the awkward coughs and throat clears when a glimpse of your pretty purple flesh catches the eye of one of his subordinates. where should he mark next?
his veiny hands were crossed on top of each other, locked tightly around your precious figure as he buries his face deeply in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to engulf himself in your scent. he tries his best to still his breath while trailing kisses on both your shoulders, delighted by your pretty whines and gentle shudders from his touch. you moan from his pumping cock, milking him dry and leaving your hole leaking sloppily with his cum, just the way he likes it. you felt so marked, so belonged, so perfect in his armsーyet every now and then his fingers wrap around yours as he bring them to his lips, eyes sparkling with a playful glint.
“so does this make you mine now?” he asks, audaciously, carefully thumbing your wet cheek. his eyes were steadily locked on yours as he slowly increases his pace, already euphoric at the sight of your trembling lips struggling to contain your sobs. " y-yes," you'd cry out, already tired and longing for his sweet, sweet hugs and praises. "yours, i'm all yours baby," you babble on, finally creaming all over his cock at the sound of his low groans.
cw: fem!reader. fingering, overstimulation. soft and sweet because i'm in the mood. lots of baby 'n pretty girl 'n good girl.
⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ hinata thinks you're the prettiest thing in the world <3
hinata shoyo who holds you in his lap, between his legs with one of yours hooked over his thigh — one arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you up close to him every time you fall back, every time you slump onto him, lost in the ecstasy of how he makes you feel.
"baby," he coos, fingers wet and soaked with your slick as he digs them into your cunt, tight and fluttering around his digits with the effect of your orgasm.
every time he flicks his thumb against your clit, you jerk in his arms and let out a gasp that has his smile stretching wider across his pretty face, and he pushes his fingers deeper into you, knuckles disappearing between the folds of your cunt.
"pretty, pretty girl." he hums, closing the small distance between your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, and he feels himself get harder at how the sweet sound falls into his throat.
you're so beautiful like this — the swells of your chest glow in the low light, the sheen of sweat that's gathered on your body making you look ethereal, gorgeous, naked and at his behest, sitting pliant between his legs.
"'s too much, shoyo," you whimper, shaking your head, but he just nudges your face back towards his, and takes you back into the kiss, biting on your lower lip and letting out a sigh. "take it, baby."
"no, i can't," you mumble into his mouth, and he laughs, places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, on your cheek, on your jaw, leaves a smatter of wet kisses over the side of your neck. "you can. in fact, you want more, baby. look how wet you are, look how you're eating my fingers up."
"i — i need your cock," you say, and he feels himself get hot under the feel of your heavy breathing in his hair, as he presses more kisses to the underside of your jaw. "need your cock, shoyo, already came twice on your fingers."
you shake your head again, and he clicks his tongue before nipping at the flushed, sensitive skin of your throat. "one more. cum one more time on my fingers 'n you can have my cock."
"please," you whine, and he just adores how he can softly, slowly drive you drunk and desperate over him, so he just laughs again and twists his face aside to take a lungful of your skin, inhaling the faint smell of your shampoo and your sweat from the space behind your ear. "one more, just one more, baby. come on, you can do it. for me."
and you nod, too fucked out on just two of his fingers and too needy for his cock that you can't find it in yourself to beg or argue. he smiles, eyes shimmering gleefully as he kisses you again. "good girl."
cw: smut. minors do not interact. fem bodied reader. use of a vibrator, overstimulation, a little dacryphilia. shoyo do this to me please.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo thinks you're just too fucking pretty.
hinata has his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers tracing gentle circles over your stomach as he pulls your legs apart, saying nothing because he knows everything is displayed in the intense gaze he has on you.
the vibrator is humming, set somewhere close to maximum, and he’s rubbing the head of it on your clit with a pace that’s so fast it has you flying into the stars and the sky within minutes - and he’s not stopping.
you’re letting out moans and whimpers, the pitch of your voice so high with pleasure and pain mixed in, squirming in his grasp even though you know he’s not going to relent any time soon.
as soon as he noticed the stress, the tension and the wear that was blanketing you, he'd pulled you away from what you were doing, setting you between his legs and pulling the toy out.
he's going to have you running through multiple orgasms, head full of nothing but hazy pleasure, before he lets you go. "relax, baby."
this is what you get for working yourself too hard, you suppose — your knees twitch when he dips the bud between your folds a little.
he’s watching every inch of your face. he lives to see your cheeks all flushed, your eyes losing focus and your mouth opening to gasp and whine with what he’s doing to you.
“sho, sho,” you pant prettily, head lolling to a side as you try to catch the glint in his bright eyes. “please—”
as soon as he hears the word, he pinches your perked nipple that he was carressing earlier, shutting you up. you jerk at the touch, moaning as your back arches with another orgasm.
"shhh." no, he’s not going to stop, not going to give you a break.
and as you try to pull away, he lets out a small hum of disapproval, tightening the arm he has around you and nudging your legs even further apart.
but you can’t help it, you go over the edge and beyond, spilling out random syllables for him to hear, hoping it’ll make sense.
he takes your lips in his for a second, swallowing your helpless moan, before disconnecting with a wet pop.
he loves what he can do to you, loves the beautiful sounds you make, the tears that come into your eyes when he presses the toy harder against your sensitive spots.
he adores how your toes curl, how your thighs twitch and how you shake against his hold. it’s beautiful, your face lined with pearly tears, lips swollen with the kisses he lands on them every now and then.
the vibrator buzzes continually, the noise getting muffled as he buries the thing in your cunt before pulling it out again, wet with your arousal as he slaps it against your clit again.
you're moaning again, clutching his bicep and trying to push him away — and then, when your eyes meet again, he finally snaps out of that fervent trance he's in, and gives you that signature happy-go-lucky grin. "you're so pretty, baby."
cw: fem!reader. some talk abt cockwarming and oral sex. and then it's just sex over a table. if this is messy then, no it isn't.
⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo's been waiting for you to finish your work for a while now, and his patience is running thin.
hinata sits on the sofa on the other end of the room, watching you arch your back further as you lean closer to your laptop, reading off the screen under your breath.
he's got the waistband of his shorts snapped below his hips, cock hard and leaky against his bare stomach as he traces the tip with one finger, the way you would do it — slow, feather-light touches, deliberately teasing.
but of course, it's not enough. he needs you.
however, it's only after hours of his begging that you've even bothered to push your chair out of the way, telling him that you need only five more minutes, and you'll be done with whatever work you're doing.
it's been seven minutes now, and you just won't quit and come fuck him the way he's been asking you to for so long, and he cant wait anymore.
his cock's aching to feel you around him, and he wants to fill you all up with his cum. you're off your chair now, and he's staring at your ass, curved so pretty against the silky shorts you've got on.
"baby," he calls, testing out his plan. his voice comes out in a whine, but he doesn't care — he's been waiting too long to care. "come sit on my cock?"
"two more minutes, sho." you mumble absently, not even turning around to glance at him.
his eyebrows knit together in frustration, and with another desperate drag of his fist around his cock, he gets up.
walking over to you, he snakes a hand out and grabs your waist, where you're bent over with your elbows against the desk as you continue typing, and pulls you back a little so your ass is pressed against his cock.
he grinds against you, throwing his head back and letting out a tight, discontent groan. "please, i need you. been waiting so long."
"mhm," your tone gives in just a little, and his eyes brighten, smile arriving to stretch across his pretty face, as he bends down and presses his chest onto your back.
"shoyo," you still defy him, nudging away his face when he brings his lips closer to your ear. "i'm almost done, i promise. then i'll suck you off like i know you love."
"lying." he mumbles, half playful, half serious. "you're not gonna."
you shift a little in his hold, trying to get him to let go, but he latches on tighter. "i'll just have to take you like this."
one of his hands is resting against the small of your back, and it dips over the curve of your ass, goes past, and his palm settles against your cunt, perfect between your legs, over the fabric of your shorts.
he thinks of landing a harsh slap on the inviting flesh, but he decides to save it. for later.
so instead, he slots his hand comfortably around you, and you flinch when he squeezes, persistent and urging — you fall into his touch immediately, because it's just too hot and insistent to ignore — and you finally turn your face to look him in the eye as he lays his head on your shoulder, his warmth spilling all over you from behind.
the bright orange strands of his hair that fall over his eyes prick at your own, and you blink them away. "s-shoyo, i said—"
"no," he leans in and bumps his nose with yours, pressing his thumb into your folds as he does, still over the fabric, and when the moan he's been wanting to hear from you comes out from between your lips, he locks them with his, drinking the sound all up. "want you now. please?"
"f-fuck, fine." you gasp, and he smiles against your lips, mumbles out 'that's a good girl' in a voice so husky you almost can't believe it's his, and hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, pulling them down and exposing your ass and cunt for him to indulge in.
his cock — hot and sticky on your skin because of how he's been rubbing his own slick all over it — slowly drags itself down to your entrance, led by his hand, and when he stops right against your now begging hole, cockhead nudging you only gently, you can't help but keen under him. "if you're gonna do it, then do it."
"after you were so mean to me?" he hums, mouth now on your neck, inhaling into your hair and letting his tongue trace wet lines under your jaw. "if you can play with me, then i can play with you too. 's only fair that way." he says it breathlessly, softly, but it still sends shivers up all your limbs.
"you can't wait any longer anyway," you fight back, as his other hand creeps past your shirt, muscled arm snaking over your heart, as he wraps his fingers around your throat.
"yeah, yeah i can't." he says lustily, smiling lazily and tapping his fingers against your chin. his eyes glow bright in the light of your laptop screen, as he grinds into you again. "but it wont hurt to make you beg just a little, right?"
[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is
[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new
— bokuto
[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time
[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls
[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(
— atsumu
[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you
[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums
— sakusa
[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make
[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it
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