My Time

15 ~ Conflicted

Hinata woke up, back sore. When he passed out the night before, Yamaguchi had taken the time to do aftercare, cleaning his cum filled hole and such. They fucked for god knows how many times that Hinata passed out from overstimulation. 

His back was sore, ass wrecked. God damn, he could barely do shit. He turned to his side, to see Yamaguchi sleeping peacefully. He caressed the male's face, pecking his lips softly. Hinata then began to play with the strands of his hair, as he was unable to feel the lower half of his body. 

Something didn't sit well with him. Perhaps it was the thoughts and feelings of make-up sex. How they only fucked because they were both angry, hurt, sad and confused. God. Hinata ran his fingers through his hair, turning away from Yamaguchi. The green-haired male continued to sleep, his chest rising and falling to the deep breaths he was taking. 

Was that all he was for? Sex? Make-up sex? Argument? Mistreatment? For the adrenaline of cheating? But it didn't matter. Not one bit. Not at all. Because Hinata had decided. He would always put Yamaguchi's happiness first. If that meant hurting him emotionally. Even if it meant being with someone else. But Yams isn't a cheater...he just knew him first. 

God knows why Hinata feels this way. How scared, hurt, ashamed he feels. How he wishes he didn't feel like this. He was feeling something. It was something he never felt. Tingling sensations every time the male's fingers brushed against his skin. 

The sensation of warmth, connection, sparks. How he felt this pang and pattering in his chest. Something he never felt. As if he could feel. But I guess maybe his walls broke down. But how is he supposed to stay strong now? Conflicted feelings roam through Hinata's head. Feelings of betrayal, shame, confusion, anger, pity, sadness, love... Love. He loved him. He fucking loved that son of a bitch of a bastard. God, what was wrong with him. 

The green-haired male-only brought him confusion, but how he loved to play that dangerous game. How they would always be in a gamble, a rendezvous. Hinata wearily nibbled on his bottom lip. Love? Is this what love feels like? How my heart beats so fast as if it's going to be ripped from my chest. How he makes my knees weak. How he makes it seem as if the world around us suddenly disappears. 

Hinata turned back around, tear-filled eyes. He looked at the sleeping gaze before him, biting down on his lip. Love...was it? It couldn't be....he didn't know how to feel. But here he was feeling something. He was feeling some kind of pain, emotional anger, that felt like a deep pit inside of his stomach. Something that was slowly going to eat through him as if he were nothing. 

Yamaguchi stirred, waking up to see the sun in his face. Hinata Shoyo. He gently cupped and caressed his cheek, kissing his forehead softly. 

"Good morning Shoyo."

Hinata smiled softly, nuzzling into the arms of Yamaguchi. 

"Good morning." 

"How are you feeling, love?"

Hinata's heart stopped for a moment. Love. Love. Love? LOVE!

"U-um...m-my back hurts."

He looked up gently, staring into Yamaguchi's eyes. 

The dominant male chuckled, resting his chin in the tuft of orange hair. He planted a soft kiss on the top of Hinata's head. 

"I'm sorry if I went too rough on you baby. I love you."

I love you. I love you? I love you?!

"I-I love you too..."

Hinata's face was flushed red. His heart was pounding like crazy. The feeling of ecstasy the moment those words left Yamaguchi's lips. How he felt as if he were on a high. Hinata wore nothing but an oversized hoodie from Yamaguchi's closet. The bottom hung just mid-thigh. His legs, arms, chest, collarbone, neck, and back were covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks. If Hinata thought his self-harm was bad, the destruction Yamaguchi did to him was worse.

The younger male scooped up his bottom, carrying him downstairs. Hinata's arms wrapped around the male's neck, legs around his waist. He rested his head in the crook of the male's neck. 

"Alright, baby I'm going to put you down, ok?"

Hinata whined and whimpered, holding onto Yamaguchi tighter. 

"Sho, I've got to make you breakfast."

The pampered bottom held onto the male tighter, nuzzling his head more into the crook of Yamaguchi's neck. He chuckled lightly, finally succumbing to the cuteness of the smaller. He decided to just hold onto Hinata for dear life, while cooking them breakfast. Once they were done, Hinata refused to let go. Yamaguchi sighed, sitting on the chair with Hinata straddled to his lap. He was adorable when he huffed and puffed every time Yams tried to get up and do something. 

Hinata stuck onto him like glue. He was needy, clingy, and wanted attention. Not to mention, he was helpless without the male helping him. His ass was sore, body bruised and he wanted cuddles! Lots and lots of cuddles!

Yamaguchi had to feed Hinata his food, because he refused to eat it unless the male fed him. Yamaguchi obviously spoiled his princess, feeding him and kissing his forehead. He obviously praised the smaller every time he ate a bit. 

"Good job princess."

"You're a good boy"

And he whispered sweet nothings, reassuring the smaller underneath him. Hinata was in bliss. He didn't want to leave or be taken away from the male as they said their first I love you's. Hinata wanted to stay with Yams and not go anywhere. He stuck onto him as if he held on for dear life. Not that Yamaguchi minded, it was just that sometimes he could be too clingy. 

Hinata was sitting on the couch, legs tucked into his chest. He was pouting and whining because Yamaguchi had to use the washroom. He missed the comfort and warmth of his boyfriend and was now angy. Yes, angy. Because he was too adorable and small to not be angy. Yamaguchi came back to the clingy sub. He made grabby hands at the male, signalling he wanted to be carried. Yamaguchi complied, picking up the smaller and bringing him back up to his room. 

Hinata was being a big baby, but he was his baby.