Hinata x Everyone, Part 2 (MAINLY SMUT)

MayTag~ Shouhina 🍋

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Homophobic slurs are used in a negative offensive way in this chapter, proceed with caution

An annoying amount of plot, I don't really care I like the storyline, therefore you get a crap ton of plot 🙂

I'm not even kidding, there's a ludicrous amount of plot, I'd just skip to the end for the smut tbh

Lots of cursing, I don't usually give a warning for this but there's just a crap ton of it

Contains: Dirty talk, Degrading, Praise kink, Marking kink, Soiled clothes kink?, Scent kink, Name kink?, Pain kink

Or in which Hinata is a total fiend for Daishou and his smell, and Daishou wants his name said till his throat runs dry

"Fucking bitch" An inmate uttered as he stared down at Hinata squirming on the floor. He retched out blood, gasping and sputtering for air to inhale. The inmate pressed his foot onto his head, pressing him into the concrete in front of his dark red blood.

"You gonna keep vomiting up shit? I fed you so nicely with toilet water before and you vomited up that too, you got stomach issues or somethin'?" The inmate grabbed his hair and pulled him up harshly, slamming him against the wall and laughed, watching Hinata lay there limply with ragged breathing.

The inmate walked over and squatted down, pulling Hinata up again and leaning in close to his ear and whispering,

"I went easy on your ass today, be thankful for someone like me who gives you mercy sometimes, I'll see you tomorrow" The inmate slammed Hinata's face down onto the cold metal floor and stepped out of the storage room, leaving Hinata there, fading in and out of consciousness.

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Hinata never knew how, but he always found himself inside the infirmary. The nurse never spoke to him, she always held a solemn expression, never having once held eye contact. He woke up with treated wounds, and he was always pardoned and excused by the nurse.

Walking back to his cell felt like a walk of shame, a walk of impurity. Despite the obscenities he'd seen, he'd heard, he'd been exposed to, they didn't hurt anymore, or they did, but he hadn't felt the longing dread of having those words stick.

The thing that hurt most was having the police officers stare down at him, the esoteric feeling of their smugness and pity angered him, he would never forgive them, and he wouldn't forget that feeling of dread either.

"Oi faggot, why don't you scurry along already, I can't bear looking at your ugly fucking face anymore"

"I bet this fuckass twink is loving the attention we're giving him right, what a fucking joke to the male gender"

"Exactly, people like you and that other Faggot Daishou are the reason why nobody takes us seriously anymore, I'm gonna beat your ass tomorrow, watch your back shrimp"

The glimmer in the police officers' eyes was distasteful, and Hinata wanted nothing more than to punch it off their faces. He'd grown to ignore the inmates, knowing that their words were nothing but projections of their own pent-up tension and problems.

He reached his cell, seeing another bed laying atop his own; a bunk bed.

"Inmate transfer, you're not alone anymore" He looked the cop up and down and continued on, laying on his bed and awaiting his new cellmate. His thoughts ate at him, no matter how many times he counted the clock, it never moved, the time inside his cell, this prison, was hell and felt like he was quarantined to all negativity, his mind, his thoughts, everything he was able to stay away from haunted him,