— content warning: smut, bestfriend!hinata x fem reader (timeskip), drunk sex, oral (cunnilingus), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, masturbation, size kink, dumbification | MINORS DNI
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— a/n: not proofread. this is for anon, thank you for this request! enjoy reading ♥︎
you’ve always told your best friend hinata your deepest secrets.
talking about anything under the sun is like a walk in the park. he knew how your sex life goes, and you also knew some of his trade secrets.
it doesn’t come off easily, though, because he judges your choices. you just got out of a long-term toxic relationship, and it’s almost so canon that any other person would go through this phase of simply not giving a fuck.
you give in, talking to any other men here and there, and at times, when they’re respectful enough, you would let them roll the dice.
but at the other end, hinata secretly wishes it would be him that you choose.
the night is filled with elegance and liquor. hinata took you out to drink tonight, knowing well that you recently just had the worst sex experience with a guy you barely knew.
“what do you mean you got it on with a loser again?” hinata laughs, face beaming with amusement at another one of your failed setups.
“how was i supposed to know?” you groaned, holding your head in your hands, elbows placed on top of the bar table. “it’s always the guys that have the biggest egos.”
he laughs at your remark, swiveling the glass of whiskey. you take a glance at your best friend, and he looks rather neat tonight; compared to his usual athletic attire, hinata picked you up at your place with his tucked button down, rolled up sleeves, slacks with a shiny belt buckle, and leather shoes. it’s a rare sight that you almost swoon, but you’re too caught up thinking about this other guy as you sit in the passenger seat of hinata's car, cradling your tiny purse that sits on the short hem of your dress to keep it in place. when you arrived at the private bar, hinata opens the door for you, gesturing an after you hand as you walk in. you didn’t notice it, but if you looked right back at him, he stared at you in awe; the black dress just suits your figure really well. it’s not surprising that any other man would fall for you. you’re just, that alluring.
“if it makes you any better, i got stood up last month,” hinata muses, like it doesn’t affect him anymore. “pretty lady, she just can’t handle the fame.”
“well,” you smirk, picking up the glass of alcohol. “you’re the hinata shoyo, you’re impossible to date.” you take a sip, almost smiling at your remark.
“huh?” hinata’s eyes dart at yours, then to your lips, and back at your stare. “you’re mean!”
you chuckle softly, bringing the glass down. “what? unless you want everyone to see on the news that you’ve been screwing.”
“yeah right,” he crosses his arms on the table. “but are you okay? did he do something wrong?”
you sigh, recalling the night you got a 2 am text from that guy. you wished you weren’t awake at the time so you didn’t get to experience what you had. “yeah, i’m fine. well, it’s just that, he only did it for his own pleasure.”
hinata gives you a look of concern, stare never leaving your direction as he listens intently.
“i’m just disappointed, y’know? the amount of guys that do that. i can’t deny that it feels good, pleasuring men at that.” you toy with your glass.
“it’s just, i’ve never had any of them make me finish.”
the air was suddenly thick. hinata almost can’t breathe at the sudden thoughts in his head. you and your pretty face, your moans, and your dripping slick as you cum. you repeating his name over and over again as he overstimulates you, giving you the pleasure you need and deserve. and that it was him that makes you cum.
this is wrong.
he says in his head.
she’s my best friend.
his cock stirs in his pants. with the amount of alcohol in his system, he thinks it should have been him.
“sho?” you ask. “you’re unusually quiet tonight.”
and that’s true. hinata shoyo always speaks his mind, no matter how crazy your story is. it’s awfully still in the space between the two of you tonight.
maybe it’s the alcohol talking. maybe he didn’t care about risking everything.
he shifts in his seat, stretching his arm to hold the edge of the table with his hand. he looks rather uneasy.
“do you wanna give it a try?”
your head spins. you can blame the amount of drinks you had, but something about the way your best friend asked just sent butterflies to your core.
you just look at him.
“i'm sorry-”
your hand that grabs his shuts him up. you drag hinata to the door, not uttering a single word.
“what? hey, where-”
you kind of chuckle to yourself. you don’t know what you’re thinking, all you know is you certainly trust your best friend.
and that you’re gonna get laid tonight.
“your place. now.”
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the ride on the way to hinata’s was excruciatingly painful. his intoxication has been long gone since you pulled him from the bar stool. the heat that pools in your core grew more, and you see him on your peripheral, gripping the steering wheel. it’s hot seeing him like this, muscles on his arm flexing at his every maneuver.
finally, you reach his place. he gets out of the car to open your door, and you follow suit. he wraps his big arm around your waist, probably for support, seeing how you’re still kind of tipsy from the alcohol, but it’s also because he’s so pent up that he can’t wait to be in between your legs.
hinata swings his door open, grabs you in, and closes it rather swiftly. he pins you on the door and finally kisses you, mercilessly. you bury your hand in his ginger hair, reciprocating the movement of his lips.
he tastes like whiskey and a dream, his calloused hands dragging onto your skin now wrapped around you to carry you towards his room. you moan in his mouth as his touch turns you on.
he enters his room, breaking the kiss to lay you down on his bed.
“never finished?” he hisses, grabbing your ankles to make you sit at the edge of the bed. “you deserve more than that.”
“shoyo,” you whimper as he spreads your thighs. the cold air hits your core, making you shiver. he plays with the band of your underwear, heavy gaze looking at you for permission. you nod, and he takes it off.
hinata groans as he looks at your pussy, all puffy and wet just for him. he massages your inner thighs then quickly spreads your lips. “so pretty.”
“ohmygod,” you moan. “shoyo.”
“you’re already wet,” he whispers, adoring every inch of you. “your pussy’s so pretty, all spread out for me, huh?”
hinata’s so blunt that your head spins, your muscles clenching around nothing. he’s being painfully slow, but he’s being careful not to hurt his best friend. he slowly kisses your sides, making you squirm and move your hips involuntarily. he pins you down the mattress.
“don’t, move, a, muscle,” he kisses your pussy after each word.
“please, shoyo,” you whine, and you think you can just cum from this.
hinata finally licks a quick stripe up your folds, looking at your reaction.
“fuck!”
you already look so fucked out and restless from his touch it drives him insane. so he dives in, licking up and down your pussy, drawing circles around your clit, and slowly sucking on it. you can’t almost breathe at how good he eats you out. he laps at your folds faster, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.
it’s all too much now, and you feel everything closing in, your orgasm finally coming in waves, almost there-
“sh-shoyo, i’m gonna-”
and he stops right there.
you groan, about to protest on why he didn't let you cum, but you see him unbuckling his belt.
your disappointment turned into excitement as he removes his clothing in front of you. you remove your dress and throw it to the side.
and fuck, you see his tanned skin, toned muscles, and his length pulsating in the air. you figured he was big, but not this big, his dick leaking with precum. you wonder if you’ll be able to handle all of it.
hinata grabs your legs, propping them onto his broad shoulders. you hold his face as he moves his other hand to reach for his cock.
he hisses as he pumps his length, slowly positioning himself to your entrance.
“fuck me, shoyo,” you moan as the tip of his dick touches your pussy. “please-”
he thrusts it in, letting out a deep groan that vibrated from his chest. your pussy feels so good he closes his eyes shut, basking in your warmth, a sensation that he’d imagined back at the bar.
“so tight,” hinata gasps as he bottoms out. you’re nothing but a whimpering mess to his cock that’s impaling you right now, so big you can’t say a word.
you cry at his size, a tear streaming down your face as he moves his hips. you almost scream as he quickens the pace, fucking you so good, hitting all the right spots. the bed creaks at how hard he’s grinding into you, cock kissing your cervix again and again.
“ah, ah, ah,” you sigh at every thrust. “shoyo!” you grip his arms.
“right there?” he smirks, realizing where your sweet spot is. “like it right there?”
your legs shake. and you can’t speak at this state, so you nod, gasping for air.
hinata picks up the pace again, reaching for your lips to kiss you. his cock throbs as you moan in his mouth.
“atta girl,” he breaks the kiss to let you breathe, “this is what you deserve, yeah?”
and you feel it once again, and this time, he lets you.
“i’m gonna cum,” you gasp, scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum shoyo fuck fuck-”
you finally cum, your pussy spasming onto his girth, your face wet with tears and lips blabbering his name over and over again.
“shit,” hinata pulls his cock out of you, stroking his length as he spurts his thick hot load on your stomach.
you both breathe, rather erratically, as he plops down beside you. he looks at you and the pretty mess he’s done on you.
“hey,” he puts his face closer to yours. “you okay?”
“yeah,” you smile. “holy fuck, shoyo.”
you both laugh at what you just did. after months of enduring guys that are a pain in the ass, you’ve come to realize what you have with hinata is what you deserve all this time.
he grabs tissues to clean you up, and you look at him, almost uttering a word. but you decided to just look at him, basking into the comfortable silence.
hinata comes back to bed, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. you rest your face on his chest.
maybe fucking your best friend wasn’t a bad idea after all.
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