They never go out of style ✨
karasuno third years
July 2020 - August 2020
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These two pieces are very near and dear to my heart. I made them when the manga was just closing up and it was pretty emotional for me since I felt like I grew up with these characters.
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It's been a while since I've posted here, and I really think it's time I fill out my portfolio with a lot of art I've done in the past that I'm proud of.
All of the artwork that's in my queue for the next little bit is either old pieces from my archives or art I've been posting on my Instagram (@/miffiyie). The posts will be in chronological order from when they were made.
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timeskip!hinata shoyo x reader
“Are you really sure that you’re swearing off of dating?”
You wonder how many times you’ll be asked that before you finally get pressured into mingling just to get them off your back. But Akane, bless her heart, looks genuinely concerned, like choosing to stay single was a cruel fate she wouldn’t wish for anyone to bear.
“It’s not a big deal,” you tell her. “Dating’s just not for me.”
You think back to all your previous relationships, and find that you have never been more sure of your decision.
“It just means you haven’t found the right one!” To your left, Yuki, who is alarmingly a lot of shots in, exclaims. She becomes violent when drunk. You would know, your arm is starting to turn red from her smacking when laughing.
You shrug uncomfortably. “I’m not looking for any right one.”
Akane and Yuki share a glance.
“Well, if you say so,” Akane cedes.
Then Yuki slams her hands on the table as she bolts upright, expression grave and voice low as she says, “We’re doing it, though, right?”
You laugh under your breath. Yuki looks a little ridiculous, drunk, and swaying on her feet even when standing still. Her grip on her glass wavers, and you quickly pluck it from her grasp, ignoring her protesting wail.
Akane brightens. “Yes! Of course we’re doing it!”
You instead hand Yuki a glass of water. “Doing what? Are you two up to no good again?”
“Yes!” Yuki exclaims at the same time Akane calmly clarifies, “Noya’s inviting close friends out for dinner tomorrow.” Which makes sense, because they were pretty much the same thing.
“Oh! Nishinoya’s back?”
“Just arrived today! He said he’s visiting for a while.” Akane fishes out her phone from her hand, then pulls out the class’s group chat that you could never bring yourself to check ever since it hit 999+ notifications. It displays a picture of Nishinoya holding up a peace sign, face serious, and next to a large airport sign.
You hum thoughtfully. “I guess if you guys are coming…”
“Let’s go!” Yuki pumps her fists in the air. Akane smiles and tells her to settle down. Akane drank twice as many shots than her.
“Who else is coming?” You ask. “I might pass if it’s the entire school.”
“Noya’s not that wild. I heard it’s just his volleyball team, Ryuunosuke, and us,” Akane says. “I heard they’re also celebrating because Noya’s treating his kouhai’s return from Brazil.”
“Brazil?” The other side of the world! “Yuu and his friends sure are adventurous,” you remark in amusement, sipping idly on your own drink. It’s milder than either of theirs since you were assigned as the designated driver.
“You’ve heard of the guy. Hinata Shoyo, I think it was.”
You inhale your drink and start heaving. Akane’s hands flutter all over you in panic while Yuki descends in deep thought.
Yuki snapped her fingers. “Oh, right! Wasn’t that the first year who had a big crush on you when we were in second year? Noya’s favorite kouhai, Shoyo.”
Hinata Shoyo.
The first time you met Hinata Shoyo was when Nishinoya decided to invite close friends to watch them play. It was an ordinary day, and they had just come back from the Interhigh preliminaries. Their coach agreed to let them take it slow and relax, so Noya used it as an opportunity to invite his friends (it was just you who was free) to watch (read: to show off).
Having nothing better to do during club hours, you agreed.
You were late, stuck with cleaning duty, and forced to catch up to Noya, who had first wheeled into the volleyball gymnasium. The door was shut. You took deep, deep breaths before sliding it open and nearly having your face flattened by a volleyball speeding towards you.
Well, of course, it was a volleyball gymnasium.
Luckily, you managed to swerve out of the way and prevent long-lasting damage to your face. But the shock was more brutal than the would-be impact. You gaped at the ball that rolled onto the grass miles away. Just how fast was that thing?
“Y/N!” Nishinoya’s voice rang throughout the stunned silence of the gym.
Your head whipped around just in time to see a little guy with a mop of orange hair bound over to you.
“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry—-” He then looked up at you, now only inches away, and seemed to have run out of apologies. His face exploded in a bright shade of red, but his eyes looked like they were bluescreening.
“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine!” You wave your hand to dismiss his guilt. “I didn’t actually get hit. Well—almost. But I didn’t! That was amazingly fast!” You hoped the praise would snap him out of it, but he was still gaping at you like you’d grown two heads. Or maybe you had something on your face?
Nishinoya comes barreling over soon enough, brows furrowed. “Y/N! Are you okay? You could’ve died!”
You frowned. “Idiot. I’m not going to die from that.”
Your statement seemed to shatter the tension that froze everyone in place. The captain murmured for them to continue practicing as Noya fluttered all over you like a mother hen, insisting on an ice pack.
Tanaka materialized out of nowhere. “Y/N! It’s you!”
“Ryuu!” You exclaim in delight, returning his hug. “Ryuu, it’s nice to see you again!”
Nishinoya turned to the tiny redhead with a raised eyebrow. “You good, Shoyo?”
Shoyo finally flinched out of his daze, narrowly avoiding your curious eyes. “Y-Yes! I’m just—I’ll go get the ball!” he squeaked out, nearly tripping over his own feet on a flat surface.
Nishinoya snorted, sharp eyes following Shoyo. “I think he has a crush on you.”
Tanaka cackled. “No way! Is that why Hinata looks so constipated?”
Hinata Shoyo. You glanced back just in time to catch him fumbling with the volleyball, trembling like a frightened mouse. It’s cute.
Now, you can confidently state that Hinata Shoyo is no longer just cute. Five years later, July, in an unsuspecting get-together party hosted by Nishinoya, and Hinata Shoyo definitely isn’t the same as before.
“Everyone!” Nishinoya’s voice bellows out throughout the venue. For such a small guy, he has the voice of a booming speaker. “Everyone, quiet! Shoyo’s here!”
Choruses of Hinata! echo through everyone as the crowd dispersed and bounded over to where Nishinoya was. You hear a faint laugh and a “Thank you!” From here, you could tell that his voice had gotten deeper. Still light and high, but it was different from the squeakiness you remembered.
Ever since finding out that Hinata had been back from Brazil, it turns out that his grand debut in the Nationals was aired all over. He’s famous now, not just some kid in Karasuno’s Volleyball Club.
“Ooh,” Yuki giggles maniacally. She hasn’t drunk anything yet. “He’s here. Do you think he still has a crush on you?”
“I doubt it. It was probably because I was his senpai back then. Remember how you reacted to Daichi-san visiting our hall? Everyone in our class was swooning, especially the boys!”
“Something about volleyball players, I tell you,” Yuki says, her gaze drifting over to where Akane was giggling as she talked with them. “Hmm. Speaking of them, I think one of them is on his way here.”
“What?”
Yuki takes one last sip of her tequila shot and leaves without another word. You didn’t have to turn—didn’t even have to move. You can feel his presence the moment he is right behind you, like a burst of warmth hovering, but it’s gold and bright, so you’re not terrified
Hinata Shoyo sits beside you, asking for a drink. You can’t help but stare.
He turned to you, then seemed to do a double take. Hinata Shoyo—now built twice as big as he once was; no longer the cute, lanky, and short kouhai from your past; with neatly trimmed hair and a much deeper voice—stares at you in astonishment. Hinata Shoyo emits a wordless exclamation.
“Senpai!” he exclaims in disbelief.
“Hinata,” you laugh softly, fondly. “We’re not in high school anymore. I’m pretty sure we’re the same age. You can just call me Y/N.”
“Y-You—” He splutters, face tinged pink despite the untouched shot in front of him. “Thanks!”
“You’re welcome.” You smile, tilting your head and grinning wider at the way his eye catches on the curve of your neck. “So, how have you been?”
He forgets about the drink he just ordered, seemingly getting redder in the face as you inch closer. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed he was drunk. Hinata Shoyo grins sheepishly, blushing and looking beautiful under the dim lighting of the venue.
Swearing off of dating, hmm…
You consider him—his bright eyes, his wide and ever-genuine smile, and his undivided attention on you. Does he still have a crush on you? Or was it just the surprise that had him so flustered? You throw your head back and gulp down a shot, ignoring the burn that slid down your throat. You suppose there was no harm in finding out.
i miss my man
wc: 0.3k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my booty writing, not proofread
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-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love buying you trinkets he finds whenever he travels for volleyball because they reminded him of you.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to put all of his attention to make you happy when you're feeling upset. His comforting warmth always brings you to a small giggle when he does dumb things to uplift your mood.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love when you lock your fingers with his. He'd be so happy you want to hold hands and start swinging them at full force out of joy.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to love surprising you with back hugs. He'd sneak up behind you on his tippy toes and arms wide up in the air trying to be discrete as possible. His cheeky grin lurking on his face before he traps you with his arms.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to literally be one of your biggest cheerleaders. He's the best at hyping you up when you lack confidence in yourself, urging you to always do your best.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to literally get so excited whenever he sees your text notification and drops his phone. He would shoot back the fastest responses and send multiple texts at a time like HEYYY WYD?? I JUST FINISHED PRACTICE WITH ATSUMU IT WAS SO FUN!!! :DD
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to be considered as your parents’ son upon meeting him. His energy is so bright and cheery, they'd also love feeding him new dishes and inviting him over for dinner. Whenever they go to his games, Hinata would always spot them with a smile and wave to acknowledge their support.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to enjoy plummeting his cock into you at a quick pace while you look back at him calling out his name, enjoying the sight and sensations he's creating.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to go on for multiple rounds due to his bunny-like, endless stamina. However he does stop when he notices you start to lose your steam and gives you a break if you want to continue.
-Hinata, the type of boyfriend to wake up earlier than you and sit beside you as he watches you wake up. Handing you a nice chilled glass of water, asking if you felt good last night.
masterlist here
— 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !! : hinata shoyo.
content: hinata shoyo + kageyama tobio (established relationship with hinata). afab!reader. group sex (3). cockwarming, cunnilingus, clit sucking, unprotected sex. implied virgin!kageyama. teasing, throat fucking & spit roast at the end.
— . 。˚ ♡ you and shoyo have been feeling like trying something new !
"sh—shoyo," you murmur his name softly, pleadingly. "shoyo, please."
"mhm?" hinata coos at your whiney tone, hugging you tighter, angling his hips and shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. your back is pressed flush to his chest as he pulls you close, skin slick with sweat against eachother.
it feels so good — so stretched out and full, as he fucks himself up into you slowly, a little nudge of his cock head deeper into your cunt once every few moments — but it's not nearly enough. "what is it, baby?"
"wanna—" you're cut off by the breathy moan that spills from you, when he presses down on your stomach and rolls his hips up into you once, twice. "ngh— wanna cum."
"hear that, tobio?" hinata chuckles, bringing one hand to rest loosely at your throat. he looks down at kageyama, who's got his face between your legs, strong arms caging your thighs firmly around his head.
a shiver courses through your limp body at the next stroke of the setter's tongue on your clit — his eyes are narrowed with focus, as he carefully circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, making it swell and throb tentatively with the touch — torturously slow and gentle. "she wants to cum, tobio. y'know how to make her do that? or do you need me to teach you?"
kageyama looks up at that, not noticing how you keen and push yourself forward a little at the loss of attention — he grips your thigh and straightens up a little, from where he'd been laying with his tongue on you.
"i don't," he scoffs at your boyfriend, his best friend. "need you to teach me anything. i can do it myself."
his lips are glossy, shining in the low light, with all the slick of yours that he's got across his mouth. hinata giggles, unbothered, and brings his other hand down to rub lazy circles into your clit when you whine again. "you look so pretty right now, tobio. give me a kiss, wanna taste."
and kageyama leans past you, face hot and eyes lowered, to lock lips with hinata, his hand still gripping your thigh, squeezing sensually. the two men moan into the kiss, fervent and unsatiated — fuck, you squeeze your eyes shut, listening to them as you grind onto hinata's cock, wanting so badly to cum.
this is not what you'd expected, when you called kageyama up and asked him if he would like to join hinata and you for a night.
"kageyama," you'd spoken into the phone. "wanna come over and fuck?"
"w—what?" the setter had sputtered. "is hinata there?"
"tobio," hinata had leaned in to comment. "come over. it'll be fun, trust me."
hinata kisses kageyama once more, before he places a hand in his raven hair and pushes him down again. "now," he rasps, voice low. "make my baby cum. she's waiting, and you said you know what to do."
kageyama meets eyes with you as he settles between your legs again, their colour a piercing grey in the dim light — he feels his face gets hotter, the tips of his ears turning brighter, as he puts his mouth on you again.
he doesn't fucking understand how something like this can feel so good. how licking at your pussy and at hinata's balls, and kissing hinata with your slick in his mouth, could be so sweet.
you spread your legs further, whining incoherently, and hinata lets out a displeased sound. "be nice, baby. tell him what you want. and say it sweetly."
"please," your lashes flutter as you look down at kageyama, his pale skin such a pretty contrast with hinata's tanned, rosy complexion, tinted pink by his fluster. "tobio, suck my clit. please. wanna cum so bad."
he doesn't say anything, still so god damn shy with you, it's cute — but he grabs your thighs again, making himself comfortable as he carefully wraps his lips around your begging clit.
"ah— fuck!" your hips jerk when he gives you an experimental suck, vision going light and hazy for a second — and hinata laughs at the way you clench so tight around his cock that's still warming in your pussy, giving you another kiss before he's wrapping his arms around you again and finally fucking into you properly.
you swear nothing you've experienced before has ever felt so damn good.
"keep going, tobio," hinata encourages. "you're doing well."
kageyama hums softly, and as he resumes sucking, he brings one hand up to spread your folds apart, exposing you to him even further, allowing him better access. "ngh— feels good!" you pant, unable to hold your lips pressed together any longer.
they're being gentle with you right now, but it already feels so euphoric, heaven being pushed into you with each stroke of hinata's cock in your cunt and with each play of kageyama's mouth on your begging clit, now so puffy in his mouth.
hinata presses his lips to the side of your neck as you throw your head back against his shoulder and moan, now rhythmically thrusting up into you, one hand cupping your tit, calloused fingers rough against your sensitive skin. "so beautiful, baby. you like getting made a mess of like this?"
"mmm," you breathe, eyes shutting with anticipation as you reach the edge of your orgasm, the heat of your cunt wrapping so tight around hinata's cock. "please, gonna cum. gonna cum."
"good girl," he bites another mark onto the side of your neck, just above the previous spot — and your body jerks again, hot and sensitive as you cry out. "give it to her, tobio. she's being so good."
"don't gotta tell me," kageyama murmurs, a line of slick and spit connecting his lips to your clit still, as he moves back for a second. he surveys your fucked out appearance, pleasure tipping him when he sees how gauzy your eyes have become at the behest of his and hinata's work.
taking a breath, he presses his tongue into you again — and you whimper helplessly, drunk on how he's so fucking good at it despite never having done this before.
and as he sloppily eats at your cunt, the wet sound of his lips working around your clit and hinata's responding laughter ringing in your ears — you let out another moan, hinata grabbing your face and turning it aside to kiss you, rolling his hips up into you with a slap of skin against skin as you're finally pushed over the edge.
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" the cries spill from your lips into hinata's mouth, your back arching with the force of the orgasm as you crash into it, thighs locking around kageyama's head with every suck of his lips round your clit.
this time, your vision does go white, stars dancing in your vision as your cunt pulses around hinata's cock, the effect of your orgasm ripping through all three of you. hinata moans heavily, wrapping his arms around you, hands firmly squeezing at your tits as he bounces you on his cock, muttering, "go on, angel. tell us how it feels."
the bliss feels white hot. it's so good, it burns. "haah," you try, voice stuttered and hoarse as you desperately pull a sentence together for them. "sh-shoyo! tobio, please, so good, so good—"
then, without warning, hinata places a hand on your back and pushes you down onto your knees, on the bed.
"get back a little, tobio." he grins at his friend, and kageyama complies, looking a little confused. you let out a spoilt whine when hinata's cock slips out of your fluttering cunt — but the spiker pushes you down onto your hands and knees anyway. "look at tobio, baby. look at his dick."
your eyes first meet kageyama's own averted ones, as you settle between the two of them — he's still so shy, unable to even look at you straight.
he looks almost statuesque, towering over you as you trace his muscled form with your eyes, and when you lower your gaze over to his cock, you see how stiff and leaky it's gotten; weeping precum down the veiny, blushed length.
"he's pretty, isn't he?" hinata hums, placing his large palms on your ass as he speaks, and you nod in a daze— unable to control the way your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, and at the realization of what's about to happen next. "put that pretty cock in your mouth then, baby, he needs your help."
kageyama's eyes snap up to look at your boyfriend's face, but you already know hinata will only flash him a roguish grin in return — you reach up and take his cock in your hand, hot and heavy around your fingers.
a groan slips from his throat despite how he tries to swallow it back, as you stroke him up and down, fingers sticky already, with only the first touch.
you lean forward, parting your lips and sliding his cock slowly into your mouth — wanting to pleasure him the way he'd just done for you, so pliable to yours and hinata's words.
and at the same moment that you take kageyama's cock in your mouth, hinata grabs your waist and pushes his cock in your cunt again. you're tight, wet and hot with the orgasm you haven't even recovered from yet — and hinata breathes in sharply. "hah, so tight, baby."
"mhm," you hum around kageyama's cock, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him in as far as you think you can go, before looking up at him. he's looking down at you, as you'd expected — face flushed so hard, eyes half closed and lashes fluttering as he watches the way you take him in your mouth.
the shadows cloaking the dark room, and the flickers of light that come in through the window, bath him in a dim, blue glow — he looks gorgeous. you just wish you could turn and take a look at hinata right now. he'd be glowing.
"another kiss, tobio." hinata states, giving your ass a light slap as he sheathes himself in you all the way. "looking so pretty tonight."
"hm." kageyama mumbles shyly — hinata's hips press against your ass and your nose touches kageyama's pelvis, as they lean towards eachother over you, and share a kiss, hot and allured, with their cocks in your cunt and in your mouth.
"gonna help us cum, baby?" hinata asks you, settling back and thrusting into you a little. "gonna let tobio fuck your mouth and empty himself into you?"
"mhm," you say, giving kageyama's cock another suck, getting yourself used to having something longer than usual in your mouth. he twitches, sensitive towards the feeling.
"don't hold yourself back, tobio." hinata voices, watching him. "my baby's good at what she does. she's a good girl. tell her."
you look up at him again, anticipation evident in your gaze as you stare into his blue-grey eyes. "good girl," he breathes out after a second, resting a hand on your head before he curls his fingers in your hair. "good girl."
both of them snap their hips into you then, at the same moment — and hinata's cock kisses your cervix along with the way kageyama's leaking head hits the back of your throat — you moan pleadingly, feeling the way your core tightens up all over again.
"good boy," hinata smiles at kageyama over you, as you blink back the tears that immediately formed at the corners of your eyes. "i'll suck you off after this, as a reward. you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
kageyama's cock twitches in your mouth again — he looks away, blushing furiously as his hand tangles itself further in your hair; but shoyo sounds so sultry it makes you shiver, too.
you envision how things are going to end, hoping that kageyama stays the night after this — hoping that you'll get to sleep pressed between your boyfriend and his friend, sharing kisses and teasing whispers as you fall asleep together— fuck, this isn't how you expected things to go at all.
because this is so much better.
he truly is something special
every time i get to this part of the manga i remember why hinata is my favorite fictional character. like. he started playing volleyball because of a guy with a cool nickname who encouraged him to play and now HE is the one who motivates other people with HIS cool nickname hes really my son
i’m sure someone has already said it. but i’m rewatching and it’s all i can fucking think
they keep calling it the “freak quick” it’s not my fault
@/kt_qf3: 気づかれないと思った
back w some loverboys
MSBY Black Jackals🐺
Keychain and sticker at my st0re
LMFAOJSISHEWKNA
I know Oikawa hates Kageyama and Ushiwaka for being geniuses or whatever but it's just really really funny to me to imagine that Oikawa just hates autistic people
partners 💙🧡
This goddamn meme
[senfrogs band au] 4th honorary member yamaguchi 🌟
The trio <3
Alt, ref, and full fit ideas under cut :]
Yachi is such a cutie patootie I tried to reflect it in her fit, kags likes baggy clothes and hinata the opposite, bro lives in crop tops.
favorite ship dynamic
Damage.
Quote by @desertbcrnnobody
hurry!!
Schweiden Adlers🦅
Sticker and keychain at my st0re
oh what the fuck
ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯⎯ BBVERSE: WHAT’S IT GONNA BE? shoyo’s ipod: chinese satellite ♪ phoebe bridgers
HINATA SHOYO MADE THREE PROMISES, AND HE BROKE ALL THREE OF THEM. on most days, hinata was easy to predict. he wore his heart on his sleeve—never worried too much about what other people thought of him. yet he cared what you did.
during his first two years at karasuno, you would get nothing but radio silence every time he lost a game. no texts, no calls, no warnings. he would just show up to school the next day, back to how he was before. then.. there was that one day. there were red rims around his eyes, all puffy like he’d been crying, and the kind of slump in his shoulders that comes only from regret.
“if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” he had said, told you he didn’t want you to worry. told you he wished he was thicker skinned. always the hypocrite, wasn’t he?
he held a water bottle, the red one he used for volleyball. the lid was missing. he wore those sneakers he bought in middle school—with all of his savings. two sizes too small, worse for wear. there were frays and scuffs that weren’t there when you last saw him.
so you made him promise. “keep whatever you want from me, but when you do tell, never lie.”
you met hinata’s mother at the interhigh prelims, held his younger sister natsu’s hand the entire game; played tic tac toe between sets. by the time the referee blew the whistle, they both called you family.
the same orange haired boy who kept your missing hair-ties on his wrist, who cried when he forgot the candles for your birthday cake, who held you when things fell apart, now held something else: a trophy, a team, and the world. you held his pride.
he sprained his wrist during the match, became left handed that winter. he started calling you more. it’s hard to type with an injured hand, as his excuse. you went away for the new year, spent december in osaka with your family. he called you even more.
hinata always picked up on the first ring, you picked up on the second. you knew something was wrong when you had to call twice before he picked up.
on that day, he told you about brazil.
he told you about his day first. told you about waking up before the sun did, running up the steep road to the school with kageyama to get early practice in for the spring championship. he found a rock that looked like you, brought it home. told you that he tried a new onigiri flavor. apparently, pickled plum is devil spawn.
this whole routine had turned into his everyday ritual—a customary habit, if you will. hinata told you about his day, and you told him yours. yet on that particular call, there was something off.
when you spend enough time with someone, their behavior becomes language. tiny cues carry worlds. the spaces between seconds, subtle pauses between laughs. you could almost imagine him picking at his callouses—the ones that splayed across his palms, decorating his hands. he was nervous.
you asked, and it didn’t take long for him to budge.
“have you ever seen a sunset in rio?” he said, more olive branch than question. kiyoko had mentioned professional volleyball players finding themselves in south america, returning an entirely different person. she mentioned it in passing; in conversation.
turns out, first year hinata held onto that. he sent you a screenshot: a travel blog by a retired athlete, big sparkly letters stuck to the headers. one stood out.
THE FUTURE OF VOLLEYBALL: WHY YOU SHOULD TRAIN IN BRAZIL! Spend a year training on Rio De Janeiro’s famous coasts, learning from local players and seasoned pros who know the game inside and out. Join a welcoming community, and experience the unique blend of culture and sport. Unlock your full potential. Don’t you think.. click to read more
there was that word again. potential. no one worked harder than shoyo did, no one wanted it more than he did. you knew he felt stuck, wanted more space to grow. he told you himself. you could hear him waiting over the speaker, eager to see what you thought.
cue the second, “promise me, that you’ll call. text.”
“I will.” he answered, zero hesitation.
“come home.” you breathed.
he hesitated, then answered. “I will.”
“pinky promise?” you made sure.
“yeah,” he smiled. “with a kiss on the thumb.”
and so you let him go.
airports do business best in april, at the crust of summer. students board last minute flights; graduates clip their wings free. hinata’s mother, glassy eyed, hugged him and threatened to fly over there herself if he didn’t eat well. like she ever had to worry about it.
with you, his arms never withhold. hinata’s never held you harder. but it wasn’t as long as it needed to be. he draped his jacket over you, the black one with ‘fly’ in bold japanese brushstroke on the back.
then he went to brazil—chased his dreams. with his suitcase full of sparks, heart missing you.
on january first, your phone didn’t ring.
BRAZIL BOUND TAGS @gojotech @chososcamgirl @yell0wdreams @bktooo @quikhs @nekozaki @dazzlingakaashi @dazqa @asrichin @primaverx @haezen
A/N not fully proofread, a lazy write to get this out of my drafts, I love you bbverse I promise I still do.. I’ll come home again soon..
Kagehina art from the archives (2 years ago) that never saw the light of day!
kisses [tsukihina]
summary - when they so pussydrunk and deep in subspace that they fuck you senseless
warning - explicit smut, 18+, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink and degradation kink (i have issues), breeding kink, spit kink, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, breast play, choking kink, clit slapping
featuring characters — NISHINOYA, OIKAWA, YAMAGUCHI, OSAMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, KENMA, ASAHI, KAGEYAMA
"spread those pretty legs for me, baby,"
your husband loomed over you, his body bare and taut with muscle as he gazes down at you, his eyes roving over you body in hunger, committing every inch of you to memory.
he leaned over you, and you can't help but run your hands over his rippling muscles.
it was a normal night, a night of intimate touches and gentle kisses. but when the question of having babies came up, things took a different turn. you had told him that you were ready to have his babies, that you wanted to feel him filling you up, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him.
his kisses became more intense, more voracious as if he was trying to devour you.
his hands roamed over your body, and soon the clothes were shed, leaving you both bare and vulnerable to each other.
and now you're here, laying bare beneath him, his body towering over you as he looks down at you with a predatory gaze.
standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he gave his hard cock a few strokes, resting his tip on your slit and he slathered his arousal all over your pussylips.
"mine," he groused in a possessive manner, "all mine," he slowly eased his length into you, slowly and deliberately. his hands gripped your hips as he pushed deeper into you.
you sunk your teeth on your lower lip, your walls molding to fit his grith as you took in every bit of him
"s-so warm," he buried his face into your neck, feeling the way your pussy clamped around him, "so tight, fuck baby," his fingers dug into your hip, hard enough to bruise, "m not gonna last long, ah, i can't hold back baby, fuckk,"
his cock twitched inside you just as he pushed all of him into you. he could sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightened and tightened. he went over the edge, groaning and whimpering against your skin.
"shit, i didn't mean to finish to quick, love. ahh. couldn't hold back," his forehead creased.
he peppered your face with soft kisses, his hands gently stroking your hair, "let me make it up to you,"
he didn't pull out just yet and stayed inside you, rolling his hips against yours.
you slung one leg around his hips, pulling him into you, "just fuck me, need you s'much please," you whined, your pussy warm with his cum.
your core spasmed around his cock, his bulbous tip nudging the edge of your cervix with each pointed, thrust of his pelvis against yours.
"can feel her creamin' around me," he blubbered, pressed his lips to your cheek, "such a pretty pussy, begging to be fucked,"
he pulled out slightly, looking down to where you were connected with him. a white ring of your mixed arousal was circled the base of his cock, sliding down to his sac.
"m'gonna fill her up nice and full," he pulled his semi-hard cock out, coated with your slick, and rested it against your leaking entrance.
"you've been thinking about it, haven't you? you've been fantasizing about me knocking you up, about me making you mine," he grumbled into your chest, mouthing languidly at your skin.
he straightened up on his knees between your legs, resting a hand on your pudgy waist.
the thought of your body changing and swelling with his child, your breasts growing full and heavy with sweet milk, turned him on even more; his cock twitched at the mental image in his head.
"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his voice rough with need, "i want to see you like that, sweetheart," he nudged the tip of his cock into your entrance, pushing slowly.
your face scrunched in pleasure, head fuzzy. wanting more. needing more.
"i want to watch your hips widen and your breasts fill out," he murmured, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipple, eliciting a moan from you, "i want to see you swollen and heavy with my child. i want to see your body change, just for me,"
with that, he rammed his remaining length into your sopping heat without any warning, bottoming out in one fluid motion.
you cried out at his action. he paused for a moment, watching you gasp and writhe under him.
"s'big so good," you whined, throwing your head back into the mattress, your head fogging from the stimulation.
"that's what u want, isn't it?" he teased, fucking his cum back into your hole, "what me to stuff you full of my cum, eh?"
"fuck, yes," you clawed at his back, digging your nails deep enough into his skin to mark him, gasping for breath as you rbrows furrowed.
he moaned, head tipping forward as his hair fell over his forehead, "you'll be feeling me for days, baby,"
you were speechless with ecstasy, every touch and movement from your husband felt magnified, your body responding desperately to even the lightest touch.
"did i fuck you dumb, baby?" his words were thick and heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps, "fucking cumslut,"
your pussy clenched around him, spasming around his girth.
"ahh gonna cum again," he muttered, before spilling his load into you.
but even so, he didn't slow down, instead, he grabbed your ankle and tossed it on his shoulder, to hit you even deeper.
"oh god," you cried out, back arching. as a result, his cock nudged that spongy spot in you, "i-i - right there, please,"
his hips worked relentlessly against yours, "m'gonna fuck u till your pussy is full of my cum," his thrusts became harder and deeper, "she's takin' me so well," he landed a smack over your clit.
your entire body jerked in response, shivers coursing under your skin.
the matress began to squeak and the frame hit the wall with the force of his each brutal fucking.
"you'll be growin' our baby here," he pressed his palm on your lower stomach with slight pressure.
"i can feel me here, fuckk," he panted, open mouth pressed against yours, hot breath coming out in puffs. he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you.
the weight of his hand only intensified the effect of his cock drilling in and out of you. you writhed and moaned uncontrollably, fisting the sheets in a death grip.
the intensity of the sensations crashing over you was almost too much to bear. white flashes of pleasure exploded behind your eyes, drowning them in a sea of ecstasy and your orgasm passed through you.
you clenched around his length, grabbing his biceps for any sense of balance.
"oh sh- fuck,"
his hips rocked into you hard as he reached his peak again, his cock burying to the hilt as he shot ropes of cum into your gummy walls.
"ah, squeezin' me so good," he roused, dipping his cock in and out of you that made your mixed arousal dribble from the sides, leaking down the crease of your inner thigh.
his cock softened inside you, nestling snugly within your soaking folds.
he pushed the pad of his thumb on your soft, pink, lower lip, forcing your mouth open. you stuck out your tongue involuntarily.
you closed your mouth around his digit, sucking his thumb into your hot and wet mouth. you swirled your tongue around, blinking up at him with dilated pupils.
he pulled his thumb back with a loud pop, and the sight of the long, thick string of saliva stretching between his thumb and your mouth was obscenely hot.
he couldn't help but give a low, guttural moan at the sight of your mouth, glistening from spit and desire.
"fuck," he whispers, his voice thick with need, "you look so beautiful right now, so perfect for me,"
"open your mouth," he leaned down, cupping your face in his hand, puckering his lips over your parted lips.
you poked out your tongue, your lashes fluttering. you let out a strangled whine, feeling a thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue.
he peered into your eyes, his voice low and commanding, "swallow,"
your eyes fluttered close, and you obeyed, swallowing the salty liquid without a second thought, moaning and arching your back with a whimper.
"good girl," he praised, beginning to thrust his hips into yours, "that's my good girl, taking what i give you and obeying me without question,"
his hand slid down, circling around your slender neck and squeezing gently.
the pressure on you throat was just enough to make you gasp for breath, your eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure.
he leaned over your form, your mouths crashing together in a messy, desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongue.
you gripped each other tightly, each trying to pull the other closer as if you could merge into one being from the sheer force of your desire.
his thumb reached between your legs, pressing and rubbing roughly on your clit.
you could feel it building, the pleasure and tension coiling in your abdomen like a taut rubber band.
you pulled back from the slobbery kiss, whining at all the stimulation, "m'gonna- shitt," you gasped, jerking when a spark of pleasure shot to your core.
"you cumming again?" he grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your mixed arousal dripping to his balls while they slapped against your slit, "come for me baby, please. make a mess all over my cock, mama," he whimpered, punctuating with a particularly harsh thrust, "give it to me,"
"s'too much, baby please hngg,"
"shhh," he flatted his tongue on the side of your neck, sliding across your skin, "gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, "gonna give you what you need. one more. just one more,"
you could barely string a sentence together, "ple-"
the rest of your words were drowned in your wanton moan, as your release rippled through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.
his hips stuttered as he emptied his cum yet again in your battered pussy, rolling his hips to make sure your spasming cunt took in every drop.
your eyes closed, back relaxing into the mattress as he let your leg fall from his shoulder. rawness shot up your calf from how long your leg had been up in that angle.
he pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you, sprawled out beneath him.
"you look so beautiful like this," he uttered, his voice soft and tender, "all flushed and messy, just for me,"
he reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes, his gesture a soft caress.
he could feel you quivering beneath him, and he relished the power it gave him, the knowledge that he could make you fall apart.
"you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "you okay?"
you nodded, still boneless and shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "no more, please, i can't-" you gulped, feeling how sore your throat had become.
"no more, no more," he conceded, "you did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet.
he cupped your cheek, in awe of how he had fucked you senseless. he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead tenderly, "i'm so proud of you,"
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