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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your not so innocent best friend shows you his true colours

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: secret scumbag!hinata shoyo x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!hinata, dubcon, manipulation, vaginal sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, creampie

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓. he was the very definition of a ray of sunshine. so it didn’t come to much of a surprise when your innocent friend confessed that he was a virgin. what did surprise you a little was hinata asking for your help with that matter.

he wanted you to show him how to make someone feel good. if anyone else had asked you would have said no, maybe even have called them gross but this was hinata. sweet hinata who only ever had good intentions. how could you possibly say no?

you weren’t sure what you were expecting. maybe for hinata to be a little more nervous? you were sitting on his lap in nothing but your panties after all but he only gave you a casual smile. perhaps that just spoke to his naivety? whatever the reason, you asked shoyo if he was sure about this before you proceeded.

“mhm i’m good” hinata assures nonchalantly. ignoring the confusion lingering in the back of your mind, you start grinding against hinata’s clothed member. doesn’t take long for a tent to form in his grey sweats.

“let me know if you want me to stop shoyo,” you whispered, placing gentle kisses along hinata’s neck as you reached down to pull his cock out. hinata’s reaction is to laugh. you’re not exactly sure what that means but you don’t ask either. instead you give his dick a few pumps before pushing your underwear to the side to sink down on his cock.

moans fall from your lips as you try to take all hinata has to offer but he’s relatively quiet. quieter than you thought imaginable for someone who was feeling a pussy for the first time but you don’t give this much thought. focused on making your sweet friend feel good, you start bouncing on his lap.

to your slight shock, hinata confidently grabs your hips. apparently you weren’t moving enough for his liking because he begins guiding you along his shaft and pounding up into to increase the pace.

what was this? how was he showing so much initiative? if you could recall, hinata had asked you to show him the ropes. it was him who needed to know how to make someone feel good but right now he was doing most of the work.

it could have been chopped up to him being a fast learner until hinata gets fed up. he can’t stop his mask from following. throwing all care out the window, he flips the script quite literally. before you know it you’re laying under hinata with his cock still buried in your cunt and he’s looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you don’t recognize.

mouth ajar in disbelief, it takes you a moment to utter a single word. as soon as you regain the ability to speak you finally realize. “you’re not a virgin”.

the smirk hinata flashes you sends a shiver running up your spine. “what do you mean [y/n]? you don’t think i’m lying, do you?” shoyo coos, a condescending hint to his sugary tone. “i could never. i’m just so innocent, right?”.

even if you knew how to respond to that you couldn’t. the only thing that falls from your lips is a choked moan when hinata pulls out, only to roughly thrust back into you. his harsh pace doesn’t let up either. he’s treating you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight that he can fuck as he pleased.

“‘sho- i- oh god. please, too much” you slurred, vision blurry as his length drags against your sensitive walls. your nails are digging into his freckle covered shoulders but hinata doesn’t appear to care. all he does is snicker back at you.

“too much? no it’s not. you can handle it,” hinata moaned, using his firm hands to hold down your hips to stop you from squirming away from him. “not gonna stop until i fill you with my cum. maybe you’ll stop telling everyone how innocent i am after that, huh? not so sweet now, am i?”.

shaking your head, tears of pleasure prickle in the corners of your eyes. “‘m sorry sho. didn’t know-“.

“didn’t know how good i could fuck you? don’t worry, i’ll make sure you never forget” hinata promised, leaning down to suck harshly at your neck.

you never would have expected that hinata of all people would be covering you in bruises and abusing your little pussy but here you were. to make things worse, despite him lying and using his angelic aura to trick you into this, you liked it. you liked it so much that you were mindlessly begging for him to stuff you full.

“you first. cum and i’ll give you what you want” hinata ordered, pinching and flicking your nub. whining, you feel the coil in your tummy snap. just like that you’re leaving a white ring around hinata’s cock. satisfied with that, hinata spurts his own seed into your hole.

he gives you a few more pumps before he pulled out to admire his handy work. “there you go. didn’t that feel good?” shoyo hums. “bet no one else has fucked you that good”.

you’re about to mumble out a no until you feel hinata’s tip suddenly push it’s way back into your cunt. overstimulated you cry out as your body convulses at the invasion. hinata shushes you without care. “did i say i was done with you? no. 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓”.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ big body benz ⠀ 〳 ⠀ h.shoyo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) hinata's stuck bodyguarding the brattest daughter of a mobster.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, mafia au, bodyguard!hinata, guess you can say ooc!hinata, reader is in college, mobster daughter!reader, brat taming, car sex, voyeurism, they do it a back of a benz, hate fucking, spit usage, jokes about height, they literally hate-love each so much, slight breeding kink, mentions of hinata being a hitman, mentions of violence, my second entry for @thicksimpx ‘omerta collab event’ , happy belated bday hinata shoyo, wc: 3.6k, minors dni !!

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YOUR EYES WERE PRACTICALLY GLUED TO THE YOUNG MAN SITTING BEHIND THE GLASS. You sat outside the interrogation room that was meant to break down your father’s enemies but instead was used for your newest bodyguard to sign his possible life away to your father. Your eyes staring at the one-way mirror, rubbing your lip gloss-covered lips together. “He’s so small, daddy,” You whined as you glanced over at your father who was lighting a cigar. 

The cloud of smoke rises in the air before the older gentleman is talking, “Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you never underestimate someone because of their size.” He reminded you.

“But who the hell is he possibly protecting? For all that I can protect myself.” You uttered, an attitude already rising in your body. “Ma got someone so much bigger. She got Aone, why couldn’t I get him? I’m more active than her anyway.” 

You tried to remind him that all your mother did was be a stay-at-home wife. She occasionally had tea with other notorious mobster wives, but other than that she cooked, redecorated the family 10-bedroom mansion three times a month, and tended to her garden. You, on the other hand, were always out and about. If you weren’t in classes with school, you were partying. If you weren’t partying, you were leaving a dick appointment. If you weren’t at one of your dick appointments, you were shopping. You were a busy girl. It wasn’t your fault, your former bodyguards couldn’t keep up with you. 

Okay, maybe the last one you made cry. But how the hell could you protect one of the world’s notorious mobsters' daughter and let her make you cry?

Your father would hold his cigar in between his index and middle finger. He took a sip of the $2,000 a bottle Bowmore Mizunara Cask Finish Scotch before he spoke again, “Y/N, he’s good. I wouldn’t hire anybody weak to protect you, my dear.” 

“You said that last time. The last one cried as he handed in his resignation letter,” You reminded him.

“And you were the one that made him cry. Maybe your ass doesn't need a bodyguard,” Your father argued as he was growing annoyed at your bratty ways. “He’s a good fit. Been a hitman for hire since he was twenty-one. He’s going to be your bodyguard if you like it or not.”

You watched as two of your father's men collected the paperwork from the orange-haired guy before leaving the room. The door shut with a click indicating that it was locked behind them. The files were given to your father as he put his cigar out, a dashing smirk on his face as his eyes glanced over the paperwork once more.

“Hinata Shoyo, I hope you can handle this daughter of mine.” You heard your dad utter.

That was months ago and Hinata was still here protecting you. He followed you everywhere. He sat outside your lectures when you had classes. He carries your bags when you go shopping. He once embarrassingly waited for you during a dick appointment. You still remembered the smug look on his face when you left the apartment building and saw him leaning against the black Mercedes Benz truck. “Wow, the guy didn’t last that long. What’s it been? Thirty minutes?” He would jokingly say before you’re rolling your eyes at him and getting into the passenger side of the Benz. 

The two of you bickered. You bickered a lot. Similar to how your parents would bicker when they were young, dumb, and in love. But frankly, you hated Hinata’s guts. He annoyed you. He made your blood boil and your skin crawl. 

Although he was only doing his job with an annual salary of over 500 thousand dollars, obviously he was going to take his job a little too seriously. He never cracked a smile (unless it was some teasing joke about you coming out that mouth of his). He stayed to himself compared to the impeccable bond the other bodyguards had. Sometimes, you wanted to know his story. Remembering your father's words, “Y/N, the guy’s seen a lot and did a lot. Just get to know him.” 

You always kept your father’s words in the front of your mind when you would see the orange-haired gentlemen waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment complex. Then he says a smart-ass comment and all the niceness that once was in your body is pushed away as you throw your Jimmy Choo clutch at his head. 

“Where do you need to go tonight my princess?” He questioned, as he respectfully & jokingly bowed in front of you.

“Please stop, you’re so embarrassing,” You uttered as you walked towards the exit of the complex. “You know, I don’t need you tonight.” 

“You say this every night. I have to protect you, I can’t protect you if I’m not with you.” Hinata pointed out as he followed you outside. 

The black Benz truck pulled up and Hinata was beyond confused considering that he drove them to their destinations all the time. You would link arms with him with a smile. “It’s girls' night, so I warned you.” 

Hinata would give her a cheeky grin, “Great! I guess I can treat this day as a day off,” He responded.

“You’re being sarcastic aren’t you?” You asked and Hinata would nod as if his head was a bobblehead.

“I hate doing girls' night. All you guys do is make me hold your purses while you go dance and get you drinks.” He whined. “That’s not fun for me.” 

“We’ll be on our best behavior, but you just have to let loose. Stop being so damn uptight sometimes,” You responded. 

“If something happens to you-“ 

You cut him off as you climbed into the back of the truck. “Can you not think about something happening to me for one fuckin’ second? Just enjoy the night.” You uttered in annoyance. 

Those words came back to haunt you when clubgoers were drunkenly stumbling out of the club while the full moon shined down on them. The time was now two in the morning, you weren’t as drunk as you wanted to be due to Hinata’s overprotectiveness. Which ruined your whole vibe for tonight and only was the cause of your bratty attitude as you walked ahead of him towards the car. Ignoring his yells of your name while he was making sure each one of your friends made it safely into the backseat of their designated driver. You tugged his leather jacket on your frame as you could see the familiar tags of your driver’s car. 

Just as you were about to grab the door handle, you felt Hinata grab a hold of your arm. “What the fuck? Did you not hear me calling you? I told you to wait for me.” He argued. “What if somebody approached you? Hm?”

“The car is literally right here. I made it here safely, you don’t need to treat me like a child. Do you want to force-feed me next like a baby bird?“ You asked. 

“I don’t have time for your attitude tonight, just get into the car so you can go home. You had too much to drink, that’s why you’re acting so rational.” Hinata rolled his eyes as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

“I didn’t even get to drink that much without you lecturing me, Hinata.” You looked at him. “I’m not a child.” 

“You act like one with your prissy attitudes!” Hinata argued back. “You whine, you complain, you throw temper tantrums. Like a fuckin’ child!” 

Your harsh words between each other were gaining attention from drunken clubgoers. The bouncer even glanced in your direction to make sure everything was okay. You leaned against the car, tugging the leather jacket further on your body. The scent of Hinata’s cologne lingering up your nostrils makes you feel intoxicated. 

You weren’t sure if it was due to how close he was standing or how comfortable you were wearing his jacket. You looked up at him with some doe-eyed look, “What are you going to do about it Shoyo?” You questioned.

You let your hand glide across his chest—being sure to toy with the personalized dog tag necklace that immediately notified others which family he was bodyguarding for. 

“Get in the car.” Hinata firmly said as his hand motioned to the car. 

You kissed your teeth before getting into the car, Hinata not far behind you as he got in also. Instead of taking the passenger side seat as he did earlier, he took the seat next to you in the back seat. You stripped off the leather jacket as you leaned back into your seat getting comfortable. Taking off your heels you wore to gaze out the tinted windows as your driver was driving. “Could you turn on the radio and keep your eyes on the road?” Hinata asked the driver. 

“Yes sir.” The driver said. 

Hinata’s words came out more like a demand than a question itself. The driver did what he was told, turning on the radio to a random R&B station and keeping his eyes on the road. Not daring to look away from what was in front of him. 

Your lips parted to complain about how tired you were, but you could only feel Hinata’s harsh yank on your face before his lips were on yours. The taste of the alcohol he consumed clashed with the ones you consumed. His strong arms tugged your closer as the lewd sound of you two making out attempted to overpower the Summer Walker song that was playing on the radio. However, the driver only turned the radio up louder. 

You could feel Hinata’s hands lingering lower in between your thighs. Like a scandalous school girl, your thighs spread apart letting him have more access to make you feel good. The thing is, you weren’t wearing any underwear. Hence the fact that within the night, Hinata found himself tugging your dress down with each movement you’ve made. 

“Did you purposely not wear them?” He questioned after breaking away from the heated kiss. 

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t matter right now,” You leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you.

“You were trying to get laid tonight, weren’t you?” He asked as he leaned back into his seat.

Now you are getting annoyed. Your eyes rolled at his question even though it was true. “Clearly, that’s what I’m trying to do now.” 

“Good, I would have hated to wait for you to fuck another minute man,” Hinata says as he undoes his pants. 

“Screw you!” You uttered out.

You only gained a hum from Hinata before he’s grasping at you once again to tug you close to him. His pants hanging loosely around his waist. You could get a glance at his dark-colored briefs and his growing erection. His lips crashed upon your once again. The heated kiss not being interrupted by his witty comments or the intruding driver that was trying so hard to not take a peek. Hinata’s hands went between the two of you as he was on top of you. His index and middle finger collect the wetness that was in between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as Hinata began to move his fingers into a circular motion. Your thighs quivered apart to feel more of his fingers and to bring him closer. The intense feeling of doing this right behind your drive that’s been driving you around for over two years now caused an addicting shiver to travel down your body. Were you insane to continue such a thing with Hinata? Yes. Could this possibly jeopardize his job if your driver snitched back to your dad? Yes. Did you care? No. You could always get another bodyguard. 

“You’re so wet,” Hinata commented when he pulled away. He was completely breathless and his cheeks stained red from the heat of the moment. 

“You should put it in already.” You whined against his teasing touch by his fingers. “Please.” You begged.

Hinata’s fingers rubbed at your clit slowly. His brown eyes stared down at the way your face scrunched up in pure bliss as your head fell back into the cushion of the backseats seat in the Benz. His dick throbbing through his briefs just to feel your cunt clutch around him. “Not until you admit something,” Hinata says. 

Your teeth grazed at your lower lip as your eyes glanced down at the space in between your bodies. He was no longer massaging the sensitive bud in between your thighs, but instead shuffling to tug down his boxers. Your eyes nearly bulged out your head when you saw his thick cock spring out. You could feel the warmth of his cock resting on your stomach as your dress was pushed fully up around your waist. 

“And that thing is?” You asked as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

Why did seeing the size of his dick make you nervous? This wasn’t like you, especially considering the countless jokes you’ve made about his height in your group chat and when you guys bickered. 

“Do you like me?” Hinata cheekily asked. His hand once again goes in between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. 

“What?” You questioned.

The teasing feeling of his tip collecting the wetness in between your drooling cunt caused you to relax in the backseat of the car. “Do you like me more than me just being your bodyguard?” Hinata asked. 

You lifted your head to inch your face closer to his. Your lips were barely touching his. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even smell the scent of the alcohol he was sipping on throughout the night on his lips.“Sorry, I’m not into short guys.” You said before letting your head fall back into the seat below your body. 

You watched as Hinata’s facial expression changed into the most annoyed look. His lips parted to spit out an audacious comment, but instead, they curved into a wicked grin before he pushed his cock fully inside you. So mean to not give you time to adjust to his size. Your thighs quivered under his body with each rock of his hips. If this was any other guy, you would instantly demand him to take his time. But this was Hinata. The guy who rolled his eyes when you said something snarky at him. The guy you gave a wrong location to, just so he can leave you alone. Perhaps, he was just growing tired of you and your bratty ways. 

The wet squelching noise was like music to Hinata’s ears. Similar to a puzzle piece that was missing to complete a puzzle, that was how Hinata felt at the moment with his cock inside of you. With your slick staining the backseats with each thrust, Hinata looked down at you like some type of god. “Look at you—cat’s got your tongue now?” He questioned bucking his hips forward once more, gaining a yelp from you. 

Your hand went up to your mouth as your cheeks burnt in embarrassment, completely muffling your moans since it seemed the music that was playing on the radio wasn’t doing it. But you were quick to spit something back at Hinata, “Screw you!” You said through moans. 

Those two words left your tongue and with quickness, Hinata tugged his cock right out of you. You felt empty without it until you could feel him slapping his heavy cock on your cunt. His hand held it so effortlessly although it was so big. Your mind kept asking yourself how can someone his size carry something so heavy. You could feel his perfect mushroom-shaped tip brushing against your entrance. 

“Please.” You whined, hips bucking eagerly for more.

“You won’t act like a fuckin’ brat anymore, right?” Hinata asked as you could feel him prompt your leg on his shoulder. 

“I can’t promise you that,” You huffed.

Hinata only hummed at your response. His hand goes up to your mouth. “Spit.” He said. 

You did what you were told, hawking up a decent amount of spit that he used to coat his cock even though he knew your pussy was already ready for him to slide right back in. Your golden diamond anklet brushed against his earlobe as he pushed himself inside you bit by bit. His eyes are glued on your pussy watching the way you swallow him whole with each thrust. He was completely mesmerized and pussy drunk at the moment while the car was practically speeding down the freeway. One hand gripping at your thigh to keep you in place, while the other was grasping on the seat to keep his balance. His hips thrusting only continued until you were a moaning mess. Drool dripping out your mouth, eyes lollies in the back of your head, and your hand went up to stop his aggressive thrusting. 

Now you were asking yourself how could he fuck you like he hated and like he was expressing some unspoken feelings at the same time? 

The pornographic sound of skin slapping against each other tried its hardest to overpower the music that was playing. Your lips intertwined with each other as you muffled each other moans. Your fingers combed through his hair as you could feel his thrusting moving a little slower. A little sloppier. He pulled away from the heated kiss, letting your one leg (that shaking uncontrollable) down. Hips crashing forward just to feel more of your tight walls clutching around his thick cock. His balls grew heavy each time the tip of his dick touch that one spot that had you calling out his name. “Fuck—I may not find you so bratty after all.” He uttered through his coherent groans. 

You could hear the GPS state that your destination was just two minutes away. Like a rabid wolf in heat, Hinata placed the same fingers that were rubbing at your puffy lips earlier into his mouth. His fingertips that were coated with his saliva went to rub your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt how soothing his motions were on your throbbing bud. The fiery pit that bubbled in the pit of your stomach was so intense that you could feel your eyes water. Your perfectly manicured fingernails were digging into Hinata’s forearm so hard that you knew it was going to leave a mark. You were so close to cumming and you knew Hinata was too. 

For the first time in a while, you felt that pit burst so powerful that you’re pretty sure the only thing that was spilling out your mouth was Hinata’s name and the command for him to cum in you. You were so into the moment that you didn’t even care to trap the young man from running around the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. The heel of your foot pressed in his lower back as his face fell in the crook of your neck. With his head in the crook of your neck and with each sloppy thrust, if you listened closely you could even hear the orange-haired gentleman speaking in his native tongue. The two of you came from the filthiest high of intermingling with each until Hinata cum filled you up to the brim just in time to pull up in front of your apartment building. 

“We’re uh—at the destination ma’am.” Your driver said. 

In the split moment, Hinata lifted his head from the crook of your neck and his eyes met yours. His cheeks were stained with a crimson color of exhaustion and busting a nut. You could feel the coolness of the silver dog tag pendant that hung around Hinata’s neck and you could only stare up at him in complete shock. The pad of Hinata’s thumb wiped away a tear that went down your cheek and when you felt his comforting touch, you instantly pushed him off finally realizing what the two of you had just done. A Drake song played on the radio while the two of you were shuffling to fix the way you looked. 

You felt embarrassed. How could you let him humble you like this? Your skin felt like you were running a fever. Your legs felt like they were burning from doing a leg workout. If you weren’t clamping your thighs shut tight, Hinata’s cum most likely would have dripped down your thighs. Your head fell back as you could hear Hinata casually thank the driver for his time tonight before he got out. You also noticed he gave a couple of hundred-dollar bills to the driver also.

Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself. 

You could hear your side of the car door open up and you instantly glared at him. “I can’t just get up.” You complained. 

“If you walk fast enough people won’t even notice it dripping down your thighs” Hinata admitted as he gave you a grin. 

“I hate you.” You uttered as you grabbed his leather jacket and got out of the car. 

He just gave you possibly the best sex you’ve experienced and now giving you witty comments as if he didn’t break a sweat at all. 

“I love you too. Remember, you have morning brunch with your mother that I will be escorting you guys to because Aone’s off tomorrow.” You heard Hinata say as you were walking inside your apartment building.

Even though you had his cum dribbling down your smooth thighs at the moment, you still couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about the situation. Perhaps, Hinata Shoyo actually could handle you as your father said. 

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-Thirst Imagine-

What a sight to behold when your lover who's always the dominant between you two, handcuffed to the bed. Admiring this view, your lover can't stop squiriming as your stare melts them. You roam your hands on their body sensually. Feeling up their attractive and gorgeous body. Yours hands went to their inner thighs and spread them apart. Your lover moans as they feel your burning touch on their body.

• Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Kotaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shoyo