timeskip!hinata is big and beefy and tan but he's still really cute with his bright smile and soft eyes. you meet him thinking he's the perfect soft boyfriend- and he is!! but the way he has you crying into your pillows as he rearranges your guts says otherwise 🥰
brit have i told u i love u 🤍
warning: cursing. timeskip spoilers. nsfw. minor dacryphilia. fat cock shoyo. puppy as a nickname for reader.
it’s perfect, really. hinata is such a doting boyfriend. he loves showering you in affection, uncaring of who’s around to witness. his teammates think the two of you are disgustingly cute, the way you hang off of one another.
it’d be embarrassing - the sheer amount of pda - but you’ve never been good at saying no to hinata, especially when he’s giving you such a sweet smile. he doesn’t really care what others think: why should he hide how much he loves you, his number one supporter in everything?
sickeningly sweet. that’s how others would describe your relationship. and it is! hinata looks at you like you’ve hung up the stars in the sky yourself. and he’s always gushing about how perfect you are to whoever will listen (sakusa swears he’s going to lose his mind if he has to hear one more time about how you have nicest smile ever).
but sometimes hinata can get a little ahead of himself. he just has a one-track mindset that carries over into the bedroom. he has a tendency to hyperfocus on making you feel as good as possible!! and who are you to complain about that?
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it’s hard to breathe with your face pressed into the pillows, but you can’t find it in yourself to be too bothered by it, especially when hinata’s making you feel so good.
his hands are warm against your hips, gripping the soft flesh so tightly that you’re sure they’ll leave marks for days to come. he lifts one hand off of your hip and places it against the small of your back. you know what he’s silently asking of you so you arch your back further for him, forcing your ass up in the air the way he desires. his hand resumes its place on your hip as he sets a ruthless pace that has you nearly buckling in pleasure.
“o-oh fuck, sho,” you moan, unable to think of anything besides how hinata’s cock is stretching out your tiny cunt. his dick is so fat that even with the extensive prep that hinata did for the past hour, it still stings when he first slides in. you whine when hinata lands a resounding slap against your ass, rubbing it afterward to soothe the burn.
“fuck, you feel so good, puppy,” hinata groans, rocking your body back and forth onto his cock as he continues to thrust into you. the sensation of hinata’s fat cockhead ramming into your g-spot over and over again is overwhelming, and you can feel the pinprick of tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes.
hinata moves a hand off of your hip again, but this time wraps it around the front of your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. he likes it more when he can see your face when he’s fucking you, or at least when you cum, and hinata can tell that you’re so close. your eyelashes are wet with tears and the only word you’re chanting is please, please, plea-. hinata thinks you look the prettiest like this, fucked out of your mind and drunk off his cock.
he snakes a hand around your front to play with your puffy neglected clit and bites down hard on your shoulder, sending you tumbling straight into your orgasm. your cunt clenches around hinata’s cock as your orgasm makes it way through your entire body. hinata’s hips don’t stop moving once, only slowing down, edging you towards the fringes of overstimulation.
he lets you fall back onto your front on the pile of pillows and spreads your legs obscenely wide to examine from behind how your pussy glistens with cum. you attempt to close them, embarrassed of how hinata’s eyes are without a doubt devouring up the scene of you dripping onto the sheets, but hinata’s not having any of that. he leans down to lick a fat stripe against your pussy, causing you to twitch at the overstimulation. he nearly moans at the taste of you, but holds it back.
the fat head of his dick replaces his tongue, nudging at your folds once more. and as hinata bottoms out, he groans, “it’s my turn now, puppy.”
But like dry humping too.... Like imagine getting hinata off the night before a big game by just grinding into him because he should be sleeping..... Horny thoughts.....
It’s late and you’re both exhausted, but Hinata can’t fall asleep, too anxious about the upcoming match tomorrow. He wants to sleep, aware of how important it is to be well-rested before a game, especially one this important, but his mind is racing, replaying volleyball plays he knows by heart over and over again. He keeps on shifting, rolling over onto his side and then his back before beginning the process all over again.
“What’s wrong?” You place a gentle hand onto his shoulder, stilling his shuffling and encouraging him to turn over onto his side to face you. Hinata feels guilt creep up his spine when he hears the drowsiness laced in your voice and sees the sleepiness in your eyes.
“Can’t stop thinking about the match tomorrow,” he quietly replies, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You softly hum, leaning further into Hinata’s hand pressed against your cheek as you think.
“I’ll help you fall asleep,” you murmur, inching closer to Hinata until your leg is lazily hooked around the top of his thigh. Hinata realizes what you’re trying to do when you cant your hips until they’re flush with his. He slips his hand underneath your t-shirt that’s ridden up to pool around your stomach and places his palm against the bare warmth of your side. Hinata gently rolls himself until he’s hovering over you, supported by his arms resting by your face.
“Are you sure, puppy?”
It’s nearly pitch black in your bedroom, but Hinata can still make out your adorable sleepy expression. He lowly groans when you buck your hips, your core brushing right up against his hardening cock.
“Please Shoyo,” you whine, “wanna help you.”
Who was he to deny you, especially when you sound so desperate for him. He drops down onto his forearms, his face close enough to your own that he can feel the warmth of your shallow exhales fan across his skin. Your eyes are still clouded with drowsiness, but there is a distinct undercurrent of lust within them.
When Hinata slots his hips between your bent legs and rolls them languidly, all traces of drowsiness disappear from your eyes as a high-pitched mewl forces its way past your lips. He eases into a steady rhythm, slow and unhurried, but each movement is deliberate. His clothed erection catches your clit with every roll of his hips and you can feel how hot and heavy he is underneath his sweatpants as he angles himself to press firmly against your core. Heat and arousal quickly build up in your lower stomach as sticky slick begins to pool in your underwear.
“S’pretty for me, puppy,” Hinata breathes out, “F-fuck, can’t wait to bury myself in your pretty little pussy after we win tomorrow.”
You whimper upon hearing Hinata’s words. You clench around nothing, too aware of how achingly empty you are right now, but the promise of being stuffed with Hinata’s cock tomorrow has you desperate for him.
He’s nearing the edge. You can tell from the way he speeds up, his movements lack its previous precision, but still manages to catch your clit every single time. The onslaught of pleasure from the insistent press of Hinata’s clothed cock against your clit is overwhelming and your toes curl as you feel yourself nearing the edge as well. Hinata lowers his head until his lips touch the shell of your ear.
“Cum for me,” Hinata breathes out. It’s less of a demand, but more of a plead, a beg for you to come unraveled for him. Arching your back off the bed and planting your feet down, your orgasm washes over you as pleasure shoots out throughout the entirety of your body. You barely make out Hinata cursing as his grinding speeds up even faster for a moment before stilling completely as he cums.
Drowsiness consumes you once more with the passing of your orgasm and you tiredly open your eyes when you feel a weight lifted off of you.
“Are you sleepy now, Shoyo?” You turn onto your side to face your boyfriend, who’s already looking at you.
“Mhm,” he replies, eyelids now drooping with exhaustion. You lightly chuckle before snuggling closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest and letting out a content hum when he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. It’s not long before you both drift off for the evening.
The next day, the grin that Hinata shoots your way after his team’s won their game is dangerous as he intends to make good on what he said.
both of you are in a rush to get home to your shared apartment following a party. you have to push shoyo’s wandering hands off of you multiple times in the uber while trying to control your own urge to touch him as well. once you’re sure the front door of your apartment is locked behind you, you’re pushing him down onto the couch in your living room and crawling into his lap. you straddle him, while his hands rest on your hips, dipping below the hem of your shirt to rub against your bare skin. he lets his hands roam around your body until he settles on pushing up the fabric of your skirt to knead the flesh of your ass.
the kiss is filthy - a mix of teeth and tongue and saliva.
you can feel the outline of his hardening dick through his joggers, and when you roll your hips, your lips curl up when you feel shoyo’s groan reverberate against your skin. your hands toy with the strands of orange hair at the nape of his neck as you lick into his mouth. you let one of your hands trail down until it’s loosely placed around the column of his neck. you can feel his pulse quicken beneath your finger tips when you beckon him to open up his mouth.
he does so without any argument, and you nearly moan at how good he is for you. a thin silvery strand of spit connects the two of you when you pull away from him. god, he looks so fucked and you two have barely done anything yet. his shirt is rumpled, his hair is a mess from your hands running through it, and you can feel shoyo’s growing erection pressed against the inside of your thigh.
you lean forward to press your forehead against shoyo’s, one of your hands resting at the base of his neck, the other cupping his cheek, and you let your spit fall into his mouth.
shoyo full on whines when your spit lands on his tongue. you wait until his adam’s apple bobs and you feel him swallow beneath your hold before crashing your lips against his once more.
okay but imagine destroying innocent little hinata. it’s always been about volleyball for him so he had no time in high school for relationships or anything of the sort. like he’s made out with people, but has never gone further than that. so it’s up to you to guide hinata through everything. he was a little embarrassed to tell you he was a virgin, especially since you were clearly experienced, but he was relieved when you told him you would take it slow for him and go at his own pace. you weren’t exactly surprised that hinata was a virgin, but hearing him admit it to you in an uncharacteristically small voice with his face beat red, fuck. you weren’t accounting for how much it would turn you on.
there’s just something about being his first everything (besides kiss). his reactions to getting a hand job and a blow job are so fucking hot. and when he fingers you and eats you out? he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but it’s so sloppy and he’s so enthusiastic that it still feels good. he only gets better with time. no technique really but the way he eats you out like he’s been starved has you cumming.
so you two have done everything besides fuck one night you’re blowing him until he pulls away claiming that he doesn’t want to cum just yet. you ask him what’s wrong and he just says that he really wants to fuck you. and it’s so sweet how he thinks he’s going to be the one fucking you. you tell him to lay back on the bed and straddle his hips while you continue stroking his cock. you position his dick at your entrance and slowly sink down to give him time to adjust. he’s really not trying to bust too fast, but god he didn’t know you would feel this fucking good. your insides are so warm and you’re clenching around him so tightly. but when you start to move up and down his cock, hinata can’t breathe.
he hides his face in your neck, pressing sloppy kisses while whining about how you feel so fucking good and that he’s not going to last. he’s trying to hold it off, but when you start praising him and telling him that he doesn’t need to hold back and that you want to see him cum inside you, he’s cumming right away. the fucked out expression he has after is so cute 🥺 but you haven’t cum yet and hinata can’t have that.
oh my god... good boy shoyo... hnnnnnnngh and the way he’d be so eager for more kisses that he’d chase your lips and he’d be so easy to tease </3 my heart truly breaks for him because i would absolutely wreck him and not feel bad at all because we’d both love it sm <333 🦢
note: im just gonna put this under cut 😀
warning: nsfw.
shoyo’s a mess. his hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips? his lips are red and swollen from you two making out for so long.
he’s nestled in your lap, his legs straddling your waist, and pressed up against you so closely that he can feel the warmth of your breath fan across his face. his arms are wrapped around your neck, hands tangled into your hair, as he unconsciously ruts against you.
it takes shoyo a moment to realize that you’ve disconnected your lips, and he surges forward to kiss you once more before you harshly squeeze his hips, beckoning him to halt.
“so eager, aren’t you puppy?” you tease hinata, dipping your hands underneath the thin cotton of his t-shirt. his abs flex when your hands ghost over them, trailing downward until your palm is resting right on top of his clothed cock.
“p-please,” shoyo whimpers, bucking up into your feather-light touch. he nearly whines when you remove your hand completely from his cock, placing it on his hip once more.
“mhm not just yet, puppy,” you coo, rubbing circles into his bare skin. your voice is dripping in fake-pity that has blood rushing to hinata’s dick. leaning closer to hinata, your lips ghost over his own. “i wanna play with you a bit more.”
oh to have timeskip hinata send me a cocky little smile after they win a game. i would be on my knees so fast for timeskip hinata 😣😫
everybody thinks it’s sweet how hinata scans the crowd, looking for you amongst the other spectators, to give you a grin and a large wave. if only they knew how hinata was going to fuck you in the locker room after his teammates all left for the evening 🥺
YES YES YES !!! shoyo cumming in his pants bc he got too excited and was moving too desperately against your thigh 🥺 and setting his head on ur shoulder and whimpering loud in your ear.... so cute 🥺 he deserves to be rewarded for being so good <3 🦢
he feels bad for cumming so fast 🥺🥺 wants to get you off too, but when he tries to, you gently grab his wrist and stop him, telling him it’s okay. he’s all pouty, giving you puppy dog eyes, but you know he’s in no condition to do anything more right now. with the way he’s clinging to you and his eyelids fluttering, he’s on the verge of falling asleep in your lap. you assure him that he can get you off another time and grab a throw blanket, tossing it over the both of you. hinata’s not exactly happy, but he snuggles closer to you and presses a kiss to the underside of your jaw, eventually falling asleep curled up in your arms. you press a kiss to his forehead before falling asleep soon after him.
let’s just say when you wake up the next morning you’re in for quite a pleasant surprise.