No no, I don’t think that’s necessary, my brain is already mush 😩
Note: I love you Aisha and please consider this just the slightest repayment for all the times and ways you've spoiled me 🥺 I can never repay you fully for all you've done for me, but I hope you love this as much as I love the HCs, drabbles, and of course the art piece you did for me 💙
Pairing: HINATA X FEM READER
TW: 18+ (minors fuck off), overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving), sex, sloppy kisses, size kink (fat cock Hinata), some tapping against your cervix, minor dumbification, Hinata having endless energy and nearly fucking you unconscious but giving the BEST aftercare
Hinata never knows when he's doing too much. For the longest time, he only had volleyball on the brain. That is, until he met you. You're perfect for him. An angel sent to earth just for him, he swears. He just wants to make you as happy as you make him and sometimes, well, sometimes he can't help himself and he goes overboard. Like tonight.
Hinata arrived home from his away game with MSBY about three hours ago and the first thing he did upon opening the front door was yell your name, searching the house until he found you in your art studio upstairs. He's crossed the room and pulled you out of your chair, lifting you into his arms as your legs wrap around him and his lips attach to yours before you can even welcome him home. He pulls away long enough to groan in your ear and tell you how much he missed you before he's carrying you into your bedroom and tossing you on the bed.
That was three hours ago. In the three hours since he'd come home, Hinata had buried himself between your thighs, using his strong arms to hold your legs open wide for him as his tongue slid between your folds and his lips latched around your clit, sucking as though he was trying to suck out your soul through your clit. He’d made you cum five times on his tongue before he’d finally left his home between your legs, still wearing his sweatpants with his cock obviously hard through the thin material and his face covered in your slick, a dopey smile on his face as he climbed up your body to kiss you and let you taste yourself on his tongue.
After he’d satisfied himself between your legs, he’d stayed hovering over you, making out with you and remembering how much he’d missed you while he was gone. His kisses were sloppy, needy, desperate. He couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t get close enough to make up for the ache in his heart any time he had to be parted from your because of a game. You could taste yourself on his tongue, taste your essence mixed with the flavor of his mouth that always somehow tasted like oranges (probably because of his love of orange juice and also the orange gum he preferred on flights). When he’d given your cunt an adequate rest, a whole 15 minutes for you to relax as his tongue memorized every inch of your mouth and his lips covered every inch of your throat, neck and chest in marks, he finally took off his pants.
He used his fingers to swipe up your slit, collecting cum and then wrapped his fist around his fat cock and coated it with your slick. The moans leaving his mouth as he looked down at you, naked below him, spread open, body littered in marks, clit puffy and swollen from how he’d sucked on it and thighs soaked. He groaned and pumped his cock faster in his hand. So fucking beautiful. You were so beautiful and like this, laying there bare for him, completely willing to give him anything he wanted, you’d never been more gorgeous.
“Mine,” Hinata growled as he leaned down over you, his cock gliding between your folds and catching on your clit, causing both of you to moan as he slotted his mouth against yours and kissed you like he’d been gone for a year rather than a week. He rocked his hips as his tongue intertwined with yours, his cock sliding up and down your folds and the tip pressing on your clit with each thrust until you’re grabbing Shoyo’s face and begging him, tears in your eyes to just fuck you already. To fill you full of his cock that you’d missed so much so you could be as close as possible to one another. He nodded, pressing another kiss to your lips as he grasped his cock in his hand, positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slid inside you, both of you moaning obscenely at the way he stretched you and how tight you felt around him.
Which brings you to now, three hours since he got home and an hour since Hinata had first slid his cock inside you. You’d cum an ungodly amount of times around his cock and he’d cum more than your fucked out brain could count. He thrusted his cock into you, tapping your cervix every now and then as his control slipped and delighting in the little whine and squeal that would escape you. He twisted you into all kinds of positions--every time one of you came, he’d maneuver you, trying to get deeper, finding new positions to give you maximal pleasure. A pillow under your hips as he rocked into you, on your knees with your face shoved into the mattress and his hand under you on your clit, on your back with your knees to your chest and his thumb rubbing firm circles into your clit. All he wanted to do was feel you cum on his cock, gush over him and clench tight as he filled you up and unloaded his heavy balls inside you for the fifth time in an hour.
He was whining with each thrust now, the both of you overstimulated to a point you weren’t sure either of you ever had been before, but still, Hinata kept going, his thrusts sloppy and the tiniest bit slower as his cock was so sensitive. You’d long since lost your voice and could only whimper out little noises, sometimes sounding like “Sho” but mostly incoherent. Your hands on Hinata’s arms began to slacken and he looked down at you on your back, legs lifted and held tight to his chest as he fucked into your tight cunt, cum dripping down his balls and your ass, and he noticed that your eyes were fluttering closed. He’d nearly fucked you to the point of unconsciousness. He stilled his hips, still inside you and reached down to caress your cheek.
“Don’t fall asleep yet Princess. Let me clean you up.”
Your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him, his face flushed and covered in a layer of sweat, a white spot here and there on his cheeks and chin from your slick drying on his face. He carefully laid down your legs, pressing a kiss to each ankle. Slowly, he slid his cock free from the sheath of your pussy, massaging your thighs before he patted your cunt gently, smiling lazily and whispering, “Good girl.”
He got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, turning on both the shower and bathtub. He came back, collecting you in his arms from the bed, knowing now that he’d regained control of himself that he’d done enough damage that you’d probably be limping right now. He’d never make you walk after taking him so well. He set you down and allowed you to use the bathroom, collecting you once more to carry you into the shower. He held you up with one arm and cleaned you the best he could. He used the shower head to gently rinse your thighs of your collective cum, fingers separating your folds to allow the water to run and clean you properly. When you whined, trying to get away from the water, so sensitive, Hinata shushed you, his lips next to your ear as he praised you and told you to be still and be good. “Sweet baby, you did so good for me. You always do. I have to clean you up though, okay? I need to clean up my Princess, don’t want you getting sick because of me.” You hushed, whining into his neck as he cleaned you up before he turned off the shower.
He carried you out of the shower and by then, the bathtub was filled with warm water and he turned off the faucet. He carefully placed you in the water, kissing your lips as he untangled your arms from around his neck. “I’m going to go change the sheets, I’ll be right back my love.” Another kiss to your lips and he was gone. You relaxed in the water and waited as he cleaned up your bed, changing the sheets cleaning up the soaked spot in the middle of the bed, thankful for the waterproof mattress pad you’d insisted on. Finally, he returned, a bottle of water in his hand and he slid into the bathtub behind you. “Drink this baby. You need water after all that.”
Like the good boyfriend he was, Hinata washed your hair for you and then allowed you to relax, lying your head against his chest and your body resting between his legs as the warm water soothed your body. He talked now, telling you about his trip as he massaged your aching thighs with his hands. He noticed after about ten minutes, soft snores coming from you, and he laughed quietly. He’d done a number on you tonight and knew you’d be sore and tired tomorrow, so he was already mentally planning to order in breakfast and bring it to you in bed, and then spend the rest of the day in bed with you, watching movies and cuddling. He carefully woke you enough to remove both of you from the tub and sat you on the counter next to the sink as he dried you off and pulled one of his t-shirts over your head. He carried you to bed, your body wrapped around him like a koala as you slipped in and out of sleep, and then laid you down and cuddled close to you. As he followed you into dreamland, he had the biggest smile on his face and fell asleep thinking how fucking lucky he was to have you in his arms.
