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You didn’t usually date short guys.

It wasn’t personal—just a preference. You liked being manhandled. Liked being tossed around, bent over, pinned. You’d always thought height made that easier. You wanted to be overwhelmed, and you never thought someone with a boyish grin and a 174 cm frame would be the one to do it.

But Hinata Shōyō?

Was a beast.

Not just in the way he moved, though that was devastating enough. He had stamina for days, legs like pistons, arms strong enough to lift you like you weighed nothing. But it was the way he looked at you when he was inside you—like he was starved, like he was built for this. Like your pleasure was his mission.

And when you were underneath him? Flat on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders, Hinata kneeling over you with your ankles hooked behind his neck?

There was no going back.

“I wanna see everything,” he’d whispered the first time, flushed and breathless, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “Wanna see your face when I make you lose it.”

And now?

Now he was fucking you like he meant it.

Your thighs trembled where they rested over his shoulders, calves draped down his back as his hips snapped into yours. His hands were braced beside your head, body bent forward so his chest hovered over yours. The position had you folded nearly in half, stretched wide, completely taken.

“So—tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he pounded into you with brutal rhythm, curls damp and clinging to his forehead. “God, you feel… fuck… you feel so good.”

Your back arched off the bed, fingers fisting the sheets, eyes fluttering as pleasure crackled through your nerves.

“Shōyō—too deep, it’s too much—”

“No,” he gasped, snapping his hips harder, “It’s perfect. You can take it. Just hold on, I’ve got you.”

You sobbed as his cock hit that devastating spot inside you over and over, your body clenching, quivering. The position had you stretched and pinned, his body grinding into yours with relentless force. You could feel the headboard banging against the wall, the slap of skin-on-skin loud in the air.

Hinata leaned closer, your knees nearly pressed to your chest, and he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as he fucked you harder.

“I wanna see it,” he panted, eyes fixed on your face. “Come for me. Right now. Let me see how pretty you look when you break.”

And you did.

You shattered with a scream, back arching violently, mouth falling open in a ragged cry as your orgasm slammed through you. Your vision went white, your body seizing under the weight of the pleasure, twitching uncontrollably. You couldn’t even breathe—couldn’t think.

It didn’t stop.

He kept fucking you through it, hips rolling hard and deep, watching you fall apart beneath him like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Your hands clawed at his arms, thighs trembling wildly, mouth babbling nonsense—you didn’t even realize what you were saying. You were crying. Moaning. Whimpering please and don’t stop in the same breath.

Hinata groaned, deep and broken, and you felt his rhythm falter just slightly before he buried himself deep, grinding his hips hard into yours as he came with a strangled gasp. The warmth of him flooding you only sent another pulse of aftershock through your body, another twitch of oversensitivity that made your breath catch.

He stayed there, chest heaving, forehead resting against yours.

Your chest was heaving, fingers twitching, mind blank except for the echo of your own voice—broken, desperate, high-pitched and gasping his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

Your body was still convulsing in little aftershocks when Hinata leaned over you, his breath warm and uneven, and started pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

First to your collarbone. Then lower.

His lips trailed down the curve of your breast, lingering over the swell as his hand spread wide over your stomach—grounding you, holding you, but never still.

You jolted when his mouth dipped lower again, his tongue lapping at the sheen of sweat on your ribs, and then his lips brushed just under your navel.

“Shōyō—” you whimpered, voice rasping from overuse, hips twitching.

He smiled against your skin, kissed lower.

“Too much?” he whispered, but didn’t stop. He was everywhere—on your hips, your thighs, your waist, like he needed to taste every part of what he just ruined.

Every place his mouth touched made you flinch, a fresh wave of oversensitivity crawling across your skin. But you didn’t stop him.

You couldn’t.

And neither could he.

By the time he leaned up again, his hands were back on your waist, thumbs stroking soft, absentminded circles against your flushed skin. His eyes were bright, cheeks still a little pink, and his grin—smug, breathless, a little crooked—stole the last of your breath.

“Wanna go again?”

You blinked. And despite the fact that your legs were jelly, your brain scrambled, your body completely wrecked—you still managed to nod.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

Yeah. You didn’t usually date short guys.

But Hinata wasn’t like anyone else.

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You missed your boyfriend. As you scrolled through photos of him, waiting for your daily call (his nightly call), you silently cursed him for going across the globe to play beach volleyball. Seriously, who did he think he was, leaving you all alone to go to a country he’s never been to or really even know anyone who’s been there? What if he got into an accident while he was there or something then you’d have to--

“Sho! Baby, how are you doing?” You said cheerily into the phone as you rolled onto your stomach.

He laughed his beautiful sunny-bright laugh, “Hey, Baby. I’m doing good, I just got home from practice.”

You hummed, rolling back onto your back, “How was that?”

There was a small bit of rustling on the other side of the line, but you assumed that it was just him setting his bag down or lying down to rest, “Uhh, it was pretty good. Tell me about your day, Baby.”

You giggle, “Sho, my day just started. Did you forget?”

He groaned at you, “Baaabyy, you know what I mean.”

“I know, I know,” you smiled to yourself, “You know I like teasing you, Baby.”

You heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, “God, do I know,” more rustling, “Tell me about yesterday.”

There were suspicions in your mind of what he was doing, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened after all. You decided to be a good girlfriend and play along with it for a little while, “Well, I woke up and I got ready for my classes at Sendai,” he hummed in response, “I ended up running into Tsukki, so the two of us got lunch on campus.”

He sighed on the other end, “I wish I could take you out, Baby.”

You smirked, “I know you do, Honey. Anyway, after lunch, I went to the library to study for a little while since I have an exam tomorrow. Then I came home, made dinner,” you almost thought about not saying this, but you thought the reaction from your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was doing his best to hide the fact that he was jerking off to your voice would be much too good, “After dinner, I touched myself in the shower thinking about you…”

There was a pause on the other line, only hearing him pant before he said, “Fuck, Baby. Can you touch yourself now?”

You hummed, “You can ask me nicer than that, Sho.”

The theatre of the mind truly was a gift, you could vividly see him on the other line, across the world. He was probably shirtless, his blush dusting the tips of his ears, his cheeks, going down his neck, and flooding onto his shoulders. He’d sent you some photos of him at the beach, so you knew how tan he’d gotten, how much bigger he’d gotten everywhere. His wide rough palms were rubbing his cock, and he was probably wishing they were yours instead. 

“Mmmn, Baby, please, please touch yourself with me,” 

“That’s more like it, Sho,” you said as you sat up to take off your sleeping shorts. You were already soaked just from the sounds your boyfriend was making and your imagination. Using two of your fingers, you slid them through your slit to wet them, and swirled them around your clit, “Mmm, Sho, I wish you were here.”

Based on the new squelching sounds on the other line, Hinata had put you on speaker, “Haa-mmm, me too, Baby,”

You giggled as you continued abusing your clit, making sure to moan and whine a little louder than normal for your boyfriend. He loved when you were loud, “Have you--hmmnn--been thinking about me all day?”

He groaned, “Yea, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you heard a small amount of rusting again, “Hmmnn, Fuck. I keep imagining you in a bikini on the beach, watching me play. Haa, then, when I’m done playing, we find a nice secluded spot, and you ride me while the sun goes down.”

You threw your head back and whined, “You’re such a romantic, Baby.”

Hinata laughed breathily, based on the slower rhythm of the squelches, he was slowing down. He was always one to take his time, at least when it came to you, “Only for you,”

Finally, you plunged one of your fingers into your sopping wet hole, wishing they could be your boyfriend’s again, “Mmm, Sho, your fingers would feel so much better right now.”

You know that one got to him, whenever the two of you would have sex before he left, he’d finger you until you came at least once before he even thought of fucking you properly, “Haa, I’d make you squirt on my fingers right now If I could.”

You smirked and giggled, “Would you be a good boy and lick up my mess?”

Through the phone, you heard his head thud against his headboard and him start fucking his fist faster again, “Yea, Baby, I’d be such a good boy for you.”

You began picking up your pace as well to match his, closing your eyes to better imagine your beautiful tanned, ginger boyfriend, “Mmmnn, You’re always such a good boy for me, Sho.”

“Haa-haa, are you close, Baby?” you could tell he was close due to the pitchiness in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded even though he couldn’t see it, “Mmhmm, I’m really close, Baby.”

Based on the rustling of his sheets, the squelching of lotion against his thick cock, and his panting, Hinata was stroking himself with reckless abandon, “Me too, Baby. Mmnngg-- Baby, can you come with me? Please?”

You sighed, “Yea, Baby, I’ll come with you.”

The two of you sat there, across the globe from each other, wishing the other was there to bring you to the edge. You both moaned into your respective phones, and with your eyes closed, it almost felt like he was back here with you. You imagined him leaning over you, two fingers deep into your cunt, telling you to give him just one more orgasm.

The rush you felt when you finally fell over the edge was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Your vision went white for a second and you could swear your ears were ringing from how hard you came.

You laughed, “Sho, my ears are ringing.”

He laughed with you, “Yea… The tips of my fingers are numb.”

“You’re such a pervert, Sho,” you huffed at him, “Trying to jack off without me knowing when I’m just telling you about my day.”

Hinata sighed, “Cut me some slack, Baby. You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Mmhmm…” You smiled, “You’re gonna have to be punished when you come home.”

“You promise?”