Lover Boy Season 💞

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I hate when i’m reading a fan fic about izuku and they make him such a pussy.like no.

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

amoreco

shoyo hinata x fem!reader

warnings smut, mdni, fic under the cut, brazil!hinata, thigh riding, semi-exhibitionism, poorly written smut, please do not perceive me, dom!hinata, did i mention semi-exhibitionism?, reader wears a skirt

the night air was thick–humid, sticky, and humming with the restless energy of the city. below them, rio pulsed with life. a distant beat of funk music thumped from a bar down the street, voices rising and falling in drunk laughter. the golden glow of streetlights flickered and touched it’s surroundings–creeping and crawling up to find anything to grab a hold up; however, up here, they were untouchable.

or at least they should’ve been.

he sat on the cushioned lounge chair, legs spread wide and shorts riding up his toned, tanned thighs. his skin was still warm from the days sun; the familiar mix of salt, sweat, and cinnamon lingered on him, spicy and addictive. it was so undeniably him.

“you sure about this, amoreco?” he teased, hands placed strategically against her waist, fingers gently tracing shapes into the soft fabric of her skirt as he stared up at her. there was a playful glint in his eyes, but the heat behind his gaze was unmistakable.

the heat between them was palpable, a charge in the air that was only growing stronger the longer they stayed like this. her heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but it was hard when he looked at her like that.

before she could react, he shifted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled her down, guiding her firmly onto his thigh. the motion was smooth, and as she settled herself onto him, the night air left traces of goosebumps on her bare skin.

she should have said no. the balcony wasn’t exactly hidden—anyone in the apartments across the way could look out at the right moment and see everything. but that was the problem. the risk of it, the heat curling in her belly at the thought of being almost caught.

and then there was him.

the way he looked at her, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed from more than just the warm night air. his fingers flexed against her waist, impatient.

she gasped at the touch, feeling the warmth of his leg beneath her, the friction as she instinctively shifted, her core brushing against him. the sudden pressure was almost overwhelming, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up—tightening, craving more.

there was nothing between them but heat—bare skin against his shorts, damp lace pressing against solid muscle.

his gaze was locked on her, intense, tracing every subtle shift of her body. he could feel the damp heat between her legs, could sense how much she needed him, and it only made him tighten his hold on her, pulling her down just a little more firmly.

“you’re already soaked,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider, making sure she felt every inch of his thigh pressing against her.

she whimpered, fingers clutching his shoulders, but he didn’t let her move just yet.

“i didn’t even do anything,” he teased, his tone light, but there was a rough edge to it now, something deeper. his hands slid lower, slipping beneath her skirt, palms warm against the curve of her ass.

“hina—”

“nah.” his grip tightened, cutting her off, forcing her hips down until she gasped. the pressure—god.

“shoyo,” he corrected, voice dark, dangerous in a way that made her shiver.

then he moved her. slow, controlled, dragging her exactly where he wanted.

“that’s it,” he praised, watching her the whole time, watching her fall apart. his eyes—sharp, locked onto hers, completely focused on the way she trembled in his hands.

he was watching her, and she could see the desire burning in his eyes. the way his lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath, the shaky exhale of a groan every time she moved.

the air between them was heavy, thick with anticipation. she could feel every tiny movement, the slow drag of his hands, the way her body was reacting to him—like she was coming apart at the seams, but he was the only thing keeping her together.

“shoyo…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look, his gaze intense. she felt lost, like she could fall into him completely.

“i know,” he whispered back, his voice low, like he was savoring every moment. “just a little longer.”

she shuddered at his words, her body betraying her. she wanted more, to find some release, but his hands held her in place, rocking her slow against his thigh, making her feel the tension stretch tighter. every moment, every touch, pushed her closer to the edge without giving her relief.

“please” she whispered, not sure if it was a plea for him to move or to stop. her body, however, knew better. the instinct to press against him, to seek out that friction, was too strong to fight.

“shh,” he murmured, his voice deep and playful, yet edged with something darker. he tightened his grip around her waist and moved her just slightly, deliberately, forcing her to feel the hardness of his thigh against her aching clit, the pressure making everything intensify. his gaze never left hers.

“you’re so eager,” he whispered, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. his hand moved from her waist to trace along her inner thigh, his touch light, teasing. “but you can’t rush this.”

her body responded before her mind could—her breath quickened, her pulse raced, and a heat blossomed low in her belly, spreading across her entire body. the subtle, teasing movements of his leg under her, making her grind just enough to feel it, only heightened the tension.

she tried to muffle a sound, biting her lip, but he wasn’t having that.

without warning, shoyo rocked his leg under her again, this time faster, more deliberate. his hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her, pushing her down onto him with the slightest pressure, making it impossible for her to hold back.

“don’t hold back. let me hear you,” he murmured, flexing his thigh, forcing more friction, more pressure.

her breath hitched as she moved against him, the pressure building with each deliberate thrust of his leg beneath her. his control was undeniable, the way he forced her to feel every inch of him, making her pulse race faster, the heat in her body so intense now it was almost unbearable.

his grip tightened on her waist, his movements growing faster, pushing her deeper, and she couldn’t help but gasp as her body shuddered against him, her mind clouded by nothing but him, his touch, the undeniable force of his presence.

below them, someone laughed in the street. a door opened in the apartment across from them. a light flicked on.

she froze.

but he didn’t.

“don’t stop now,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, dragging her hips down again, making her grind against him even harder.

her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate.

“shoyo—someone—”

“then you better be quiet, baby.” his lips brushed her jaw, his grin nothing but trouble. “unless you want them to know what you’re doing out here.”

her stomach clenched, heat coiling low, thighs shaking against his. her grip on his shoulder never let go as she rode his thigh through her high; soft gaps and grunts fell from her lips, just fueling his own desire.

and when a shadow moved in a window across the way, a flicker of light catching someone’s silhouette, shoyo smirked.

“told you it was risky.”

hdonistic, 2025 -> please do not copy or repost my works without permission

Nice receive!!

HELLO! This is my first time requesting so my apologies if I didn't do it right

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(Katsuki x insomniac!reader)

I love your writing style smm, so I was hoping you could write one where the reader is like an insomniac, staying up late to be chronically online and stuff and Katsuki tries to help her ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

I struggle with insomnia quite a bit, and I just stay up, scrolling through my phone or computer even if I don't have anything to do on there. And it's not like a one time thing either, it's like every night, and the only way I actually go to sleep is holding my plushies or listening to ASMR/or calming music, but it still takes quite a long time for it to kick in.

So I would love it if you could convey that in one of your oneshots!!

If you don't wish to go through with my request for any reason, no worries and I hope you have a good rest of your evening! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I wish you tons of love and good times all around, thank you for listening (∩˃o˂∩)♡

katsuki trying to help his insomniac partner

katsuki was writing down what was on the board, listening to what mister aizawa was teaching when he turned his head to see you nodding off. he glared, and checked to see when the teacher wasn’t looking, then reached over to push your shoulder.

you slowly turned toward him and pouted, quietly grumbling, “what?”

“pay attention. you’re not failing this test, idiot.” he scoffed, changing his attention to his paper and trying to solve the equation in front of him.

after a few minutes, he heard a loud thump to his left, and he sighed once he saw what happened, your hair was splayed out everywhere, your head lay on the desk, and your arms wrapped around your head, protecting it in some sort of way. he reached his arm out, not caring about the equation anymore, and wrapped his hand around your bicep, squeezing it, and small explosions landed on your arm, causing there to be a black mark on your uniform.

you swatted his hand away, seemingly wide awake when he whispered, “we’re talking after class.”

you retorted and laughed, “no shit, katsuki, we always talk after class.”

he rolled his eyes and scoffed, done with your antics. but when the time came, and the class was done, school was officially over for the day, he dragged you by your hand into your dorm.

once you set your bags down and yawned, he asked, crossing his arms after he took his clothes off and changed, “why the hell are you always so tired during the day? do you not sleep or some stupid shit like that?”

you shook your head and then nodded, a little confused about how to explain it with just signals. you spoke, “i have insomnia.”

his eyes widened. well, now he felt like an asshole.

he mumbled, “first off, you need to sleep quicker and easier. what do you think makes you calmer and more sleepy?”

“i think being around people i like makes me sleepy because i feel relaxed around them, like a comfort person. then i like listening to asmr, i love listening to soft taps and crunchy sounds! it’s so cool!” you exclaimed.

he rolled his eyes. he didn’t know what the fuck asmr was, but he assumed it helped, so he spoke, “sleep with me tonight, and we’ll put that asmr thing on.”

“really?” you asked, eyes shining with admiration. all he was worrying about was your phone, as you managed to check it around a hundred times a day, even when you weren’t supposed to. who knew what you would be like at night?

so when it came to be around eight at night, you found yourself in katsuki’s dim room, with his large television screen opened up to the youtube app. you complained, “why are we here so early, kats?”

he answered, “because i’m guessing you take a long time to sleep. put on your favorite channel and get in bed.”

he stripped off his shirt as you took control of the remote, typing in the letters of your favorite asmr channel before clicking on a video. you climbed into bed with katsuki and crawled closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth.

after a couple of minutes, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone when katsuki forced your hand down. he argued, “no phones past eight.”

you immediately tried to argue as well, “but—“

“go the hell to bed. no phones.” he kept his word, and eventually your eyes started to feel heavy.

you mumbled, digging your face deeper into his side, and around two hours later, after conversations, and switching through multiple videos, he finally felt your breathing evening, and he sighed.

although you had to wake up early in the morning, two hours preparing to sleep was better than many more hours. he smirked to himself, katsuki had to make this part of your nightly routine.

hi i hope this was realistic enough! i’m so glad you love my writing, you have no idea how much this affects me

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