haikyuu snippets

practice ;; hinata s.

inspiration - asking anonymous people for the first character and word that comes to their mind: someone said hinata and "practice."

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"Can you hurry up? Bokuto will be here any second!" As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to look at you. His amber eyes were focused on anything but you, especially his phone on the bed next to him. The screen lit up; another text from said man at 2:48pm.

Bokuto's method of driving was the definition of insanity. His driving seemed to rival that of Saeko's. It was surprising that he still had a license. Speeding fast through streets and almost ending up in several accidents, he was the reason seatbelts existed. It would only be a matter of minutes before he would get here-- in fact, he could appear in the driveway at any second.

"Don't rush me." When you spoke, down on your knees before him, only then did he look back at you. Your sharp gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

Shoyo audibly swallowed. His eyes, though dilated, were on you. He hesitated. "Please?"

Your tiny hand snaked up his leg from its place on his knee. Shoyo stared in anticipation, sweat dripping down his face. He was fidgeting even now, and you barely did anything. When you came in contact with the stressed bulge in his shorts, you pressed down, giving him the lightest bit of pressure that definitely wouldn't satisfy. He whimpered and tensed up, his own hands bearing a death grip on the mattress.

"Come on!" Shoyo barked through gritted teeth. His eyes, squeezed shut, still refused to look down at your figure crouching between his legs.

Only now did you decide to give the poor man mercy. You pulled his shorts and boxers down together with a single hand, just enough to free his cock from their restraints. He was almost painfully hard, pre-cum already seeping out from his tip.

You gripped him with one hand, stroking him at a snail's pace as you kept the one-sided eye contact. Hinata hissed. His breath left him through his nostrils in a single shaky exhale. His knuckles were as white as the sheets he clutched.

"Faster, please- I don't think I can wait any longer." He begged. Panting, he slowly turned his head and tilted it back, looking over his own shoulder to get a view of the driveway from the bedroom window.

With his focus to the window, the desire to rip his attention from it immediately filled your mind, a surge of water overflowing from a patient glass. Just by how into it he still was, you knew Bokuto wasn't swerving into your driveway just yet. When you stuck out your tongue and lapped up his pre-cum, he jumped in alarm, a yelp leaving his no longer pursed lips.

Allowing only his tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around him. Your hand sped up, stroking all of him that wasn't in your mouth.

"D-don't stop, please don't- haah!" Shoyo's hips jerked. His hands remained at his sides. If he had sharper nails, he would have tore up the sheets and maybe even the mattress.

Giving him the mercy he was asking for from you, you dipped your head down, taking your sweet time. That was the price. You gave him what he wanted, but not everything he wanted.

He whimpered and trembled above you, trying so hard not to move. His teeth clenched, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. He shuddered and yelped when you swiped your tongue across the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

"Oh god- please, I can't- holy- aah-" And that was all you heard before he miraculously switched from English to Portuguese-- or at least, partially Portuguese. Every ounce of said language he learned in Brazil was thrown out the window for the time being as he babbled absolute nonsense, a mix between Portuguese, English and even gibberish. That was what made you realize how close he was to reaching his limit.

Neither of you noticed when Shoyo's phone lit up again. And again. And again.

Not until it vibrated for the twenty-fifth time in a row. Only then did you notice it.

When you stopped and pulled away from him to snatch his phone up before he could, he almost burst into tears right there, unconsciously whimpering in the language he practically invented. He was so close, but now, with your mouth off of him once again, he was so far from his release.

"Hi, Bokuto!" He screeched like a startled cat the second he heard who you were on the phone with. He was still unable to speak naturally, his mind mush, blinking away his tears as he had yet to cum even once. "Yeah, he's ready." You held his phone between your cheek and shoulder, your hands working to pull his boxers back up, then his shorts. When you deemed him fit for public (aside for the slight tent in his shorts from his painful erection), you stood up straight and pulled the phone away from your face with a single hand. "Bokuto's outside."

"Waitwaitwait-" Sure enough, when Shoyo looked over his shoulder, out the window was Bokuto's car. The dent next to the left headlight and the screaming man-child that hung from the driver's window definitely made it clear that he was here to get him.

"Don't you have to go?" You said, slowly. When Hinata looked back in your direction, he could just tell that you stopping was part of your plan. A tease, you were.

No wonder they stalled for so long! He thought.

"Or," you began, "should I let him in? It's so hot outside, he'll probably like a drink and some air conditioning." It was almost funny to you when you remembered that the man with two-toned hair broke the AC in his car many months ago. What really made it funny was that Shoyo forgot it; and he was actually there when said event happened!

"W-Wait- you expect me to go to practice like this?" Shoyo screamed. That was the last thing you heard before you shut the bedroom door behind you to let Bokuto in.