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With one final stroke against his smooth tanned skin, Hajime finished applying his slight blush. He had always loved dressing up for gala events and flaunting his equally dressed up husband with him. Events like these allowed Hajime to forget about every scar and imperfection littered all over his body. He knew he was attractive but there were some days where he wanted to feel more. A creak from the door interrupted him from his dazed expression as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Leaning against the wooden white frame, Tooru smirked lazily at him as his eyes trailed hotly over Hajime’s figure.
“Absolutely stunning doll,” he purred.
“You don’t look so bad either,” Hajime flashed his lover a cheeky smile and bent down to strap his heels on.
Ignoring the shuffling behind him, Hajime let out a yelp that was accompanied by a loud smack. Caressing his ass, Tooru chuckled.
“The dress compliments your eyes so well. I can’t wait to have you wrapped in my arms all night. Gonna make everyone jealous of me. Who the fuck cares about money and strippers when someone like you exists.”
If this was the beginning of their relationship, Hajime’s face would have been scarlet by now but it had been 5 years of being tied to the handsome man. It wasn’t the same innocent first love that bloomed at the ripe age of 18 when Hajime decided to pick up stripping to pay for college at the high end bar in Tooru’s territory. Thinking about it all always amazed Hajime. At 18 years old Tooru was merely a subordinate trying to rise up in the ranks while Hajime struggled to put together money. His dream of going to med school turned into dreams of being with the brunette that never failed to make his heart flutter with the slightest eye contact whenever he was on stage and with him in private sessions.
So instead, Hajime simply turned around and leisurely draped his arms over Tooru’s shoulder with a shit-eating grin.
“Damn right I look good. It's a real blessing that I exist for the world to see, hmm?”
Leaning in closer so their lips were brushing, Tooru breathed heavily. “The biggest blessing ever Haji.” And really, he was a divine sight to see. Tooru couldn’t have been more proud of his husband for merely existing. The silk emerald dress fit his body perfectly and hugged all his favorite parts. The high slit in the dress exposed those gorgeous toned legs with the scars that Hajime gained over the years with Tooru. He was glad to see him openly showcasing those legs especially since the scars had been a sore spot for Hajime for a while. Tooru thought his lover was perfect in every way. Scars or no scars, Hajime had stuck by him as his partner and the love of his life. He supported him as he went up the ranks and was as loyal to Tooru as Tooru was to him.
Grabbing his lover by the waist and flowering kisses all over his collar bones, Tooru hummed happily. Who wouldn’t? The cut of Hajime’s dress had his collar bones exposed. The same collarbones that had “Tooru” tattooed in heavy black ink on them. They got their tattoos together, and it was much to Tooru’s delight when he discovered that it was Hajime’s first tattoo. Tooru had “Hajime” permanently inked over his heart, remembering the tears in Hajime’s eyes when he saw the tattoo. 2 weeks after those tattoos, Tooru proposed to Hajime.
With a final peck to his lips, Tooru reluctantly pulled away and wrapped his arms around Hajime’s waist.
“We should get going now, my world, everyone’s waiting.”
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Delicate gold trimmings lined the white walls and brought out the shine of the large diamond chandelier that hung from the high ceilings. Cherubs and colorful paintings littered the vaulted ceilings. The fourth Oikawa mansion was truly a sight to see.
Despite all of the grandeur and distinguished guests, everyone had their eyes on one person specifically. Oikawa Hajime. Oikawa Tooru’s pride and joy. His treasure. The light of his life. His emerald. Oikawa Iwaizumi was everything that Tooru needed in his life. Unlike other disinterested mob husbands, Oikawa took every chance he could get to brag about his husband. He would talk for hours about his beloved “Iwa-chan” to anyone who would listen.
A seemingly rough exterior at first glance with a soft and alluring side to him, Hajime was an enigma to all. With a voice that could be so cold and mean but smooth and sultry at the same time, it was safe to say that he had multiple people wrapped around his finger.
Beauty and brains aside, everyone knew not to mess with the quiet beauty. Just stealing an extra glance at him or happening to hear him speaking was a blessing itself as Tooru always ensured he was protected. Even without the protection of multiple people, he was fine alone. If there was one thing that everyone knew Oikawa Tooru hated the most in the world, it would be when people underestimated the one so dear to him.
Fiercely loyal to each other, they would go above and beyond to be with each other. They met in the darkest periods of their life and climbed their way to the top together. Anyone who said Hajime was merely Tooru’s “second hand” was already on Tooru’s bad side. In Tooru’s eyes, Hajime was a leader beside him. Equals. They were never less than equals. Both intelligent and charming in their own ways.
Despite being off to the sides with his lover, Hajime was the center of everyone’s attention. His laugh tinkled through the huge room and drowned out the loud strings playing in the back. To say Tooru and Hajime were attached by the hip wasn’t an understatement. Wherever Tooru was, Hajime was. A protective arm was always draped around the smaller man’s slim waist, fingers gently stroking the smooth fabric that stuck to his figure. If Tooru’s arms weren’t around him, he was on his lap listening as his husband spoke to different guests and made deals.
They really did have no shame. It came with the job. Hajime still did stripping for fun while running a whole organization with his lover. Both jobs always included some sleazy behavior. It would be ignorant of someone to not get the memo by now that one should never lay a finger on Oikawa Hajime.
“Ignorance is bliss.” A phrase easily thrown around by people who weren’t in their world. A phrase that anyone in Tooru and Hajime’s world would laugh at. In their world, ignorance was everyone’s downfall. One wrong move would get you killed. There was no such thing as ignorance. Nobody could afford to be ignorant.
So it surprised every guest when a gunshot blew through the air, brushing past Hajime’s dark hair and creating a mini gust of wind before shattering a vase. It was silent for a few seconds, everyone thinking the same thing. Taking pity on the poor ignorant soul who would die at the hands of Oikawa Tooru. He may have been open about his weakness being Hajime, but that didn’t mean it was easy for anyone to break him down through his lover.
Unfazed by another assassination attempt, Hajime attempted to calm his lover down by stroking his hair. It was a futile attempt because Tooru still ended up whipping out his pistol at lightning speed. Able to pinpoint the one outlier in the crowd, a man was shot before he even had the chance to make a run for it. If the guests weren’t “esteemed businessmen” chaos would have erupted by now. Instead, the room held their breaths as Tooru slowly stalked towards the bloody man lying on the floor.
Still holding his lover’s hand, he stopped right in front of the barely conscious man. The room seemed to drop in temperature as Tooru raised his arm to point his pistol at the man’s head, pupils dilated and filled with pure anger.
“How dare you. Fucking pathetic piece of scum. Thinking you can waltz into my mansion and try to take my precious emerald away from me? Let this be a warning to anyone else you’re working with. And to everyone else, let this be another clear reminder not to mess with my family.”
The night ended with a final shot and a cry.
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The sound of clothes ruffling and desperate wet kisses filled the large bedroom. If this were another night, Tooru would’ve been tracking down any links to the assassin and staying up until he knew nobody from whatever group would hurt Hajime again. However, this night was different. Sure they’ve had many gala events where Hajime had dolled up but tonight there was an odd tension.
Hajime whined as Tooru sucked a dark purple hickey on his neck. “C-careful you idiot! I like this dress a lo- hgnn…”
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t rip it. Just let me have my way with you tonight please? You look absolutely divine. I wanna ruin you,” Tooru groaned.
“Well how can I say no to that offer,” Hajime grinned. “I’ve been wanting you the whole night. Thanks for protecting me again my love,” Hajime giggled into a sweet kiss.
With the green light being given, Tooru swiftly stripped them bare. Panties, a dress, and Tooru’s clothes thrown in a pile making a sinful sight.
“So fucking pretty… gonna worship this body tonight. Make it mine again,” Tooru moaned while planting kisses on Hajime’s chest. His lips lingered longer over Hajime’s scars as he lightly traced his name on Hajime’s pelvis.
“Make me yours again please. Show my body whose boss, I’ve always been yours anyway”, Hajime cooed softly. He ran his fingers through the soft brown curls and felt tears well in his eyes. Hearing tiny sniffles from his husband, Tooru’s head shot up.
“Haji? Baby what’s wrong? Did I do something? Do you wanna stop?” Tooru rambled frantically and cradled his cheeks.
“N-no” Hajime croaked. “I just love you so much, I’m so thankful to have you, Promise we’ll always be together? That you’ll protect me like I protect you?” he muttered shyly.
Tooru sighed. “I promised you that when I married you didn’t I? I’d never leave you my world”. While littering pecks all over Hajime’s face, Tooru lubed up his fingers.
“Think you can take 3 right now baby?” He said softly.
“Yeah. Please I just want you right now,” Hajime let out a loud whine and slightly glared at him, shifting the soft mood. With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, his husband roughly shoved 3 fingers in without warning, immediately setting a fast pace.
“W-Wai- fuck! So fast,” Hajime yelped.
“But you like it like that huh?” Tooru scissored and curled his fingers for what seemed like forever. Tonight wasn’t about teasing his beloved, it was about giving him exactly what he wanted.
Hajime thrashed through 2 orgasms, looking positively destroyed. “With just my fingers. You’re too easy babe we haven’t even actually started,” Tooru jeered. The raven only responded with a tiny moan.
“Come on now, sit.” Tooru motioned for his lap where his throbbing, long, fat red cock stood proudly. Precum dripped from the angry head and stuck to the beads of his 2 piercings. A big Prince Albert and one on the shaft, crafted of the most expensive gold. It was a cock that Hajime fantasized about on many occasions. He loved wrapping his lips around it and adored choking on it and being filled to the brim. Wiping the small amount of drool that covered his plush lips, Hajime made his way over to Tooru’s lap.
Rubbing the head over his already gaping hole, he sank down in one long thrust. “Fuuuck, you’re filling me up so good, Tooru. The absolute best.”
Tooru merely smirked and tightly gripped his hip with one hand while the other snuck around his partner’s waist to smack his jiggly ass with each thrust. “Fuck yourself on my cock and don’t stop until you come again,” he demanded.
More than happy to be on his cock, Hajime enthusiastically fucked himself and let out lewd moans. “I love it. Love this cock so much- hgnn -hits my spots perfectly. Want it in me all the time, god Tooru i’m such a cockslut for you. I would happily let you wreck this slutty hole anytime you wa- AHHH oh shit oh shit,” Hajime wailed as the fat head and piercing hit his prostate dead on. Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably and his strong legs shook violently.
“Good that you know your place as my whore. Cum for me angel,” he goaded. As if his body was programmed, Hajime let out a loud cry and came with multiple spurts hitting Tooru’s chest. Using a finger to gather the cum on his chest. The brunette brought the sticky substance to his lips and made eye contact with his lover as he sucked on his fingers loudly. Hajime groaned at the site and grabbed Tooru’s wrist to suck on his now saliva-covered fingers. It was his turn to stare at him with half-lidded eyes.
“So dirty… You’ll take anything right? Anything that fills up any hole of yours. Such a sinful body,” the taller man threw his lover onto the bed and propped his hips up with plush pillows.
Hajime tilted his head in confusion when his lover shuffled across the room to get something from the drawers. His eyes widened when he saw him holding his phone and the same gun he used on the pitiful man earlier. A clean freak with odd objects, Tooru washed his guns after every use.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen baby. M’gonna fuck you with this gun and record you all pretty for me. If anything makes you uncomfortable or if you don’t want this, you know the safeword. Don’t even think about lying to me Haji we both know I can tell when you hate something,” he said seriously.
“I want it. Please…” Hajime licked his lips and pulled apart his plump cheeks to reveal his swollen red and gaping hole. Cum still trickled out of him and made a mess around the rim which only made Tooru’s cock twitch more.
Grinning sadistically, the gorgeous man above him started the recording and traced the pistol over his hole. “Yeah just like that babe… show your pretty hole. Gonna make you cum all over this gun and then use it on the next person who dares to touch you. Everything I own is yours too, mark it as yours tonight my love. You know I'd give you anything in this world. I live for you.”
Clicking the gun onto safety and taking out the bullets, Tooru slowly inched the metal into the shorter man. Letting out a squeal, Hajime tried closing his legs. The coldness of it and the ridges hit his sensitive walls and the trigger stretched him out in a painfully good way. It was awfully overwhelming for him. “O-oh my god, shit it feels amazing,” he drooled.
“Does it? Then open your fucking legs slut,” Tooru said meanly while shoving them open. The pillow helped angle the thrusts of the gun deeper. Swirling the gun inside him, Tooru sighed at the sight. “Look at that. Such a whore. Even though your hole has been used it’s still greedily clenching around my gun. It just wants more all the time,” he zoomed into where his hole easily accepted the piece of metal.
The green-eyed man was already too far into pleasure. Only letting out mewls and gasps, Hajime babbled on. “More, p-please-- Tooru! Moremoremoremore,” he weeped.
“Shhh baby it’s ok I got you. Stop crying, I'll fill you up more ok? Don’t worry I got you Haji,” Tooru cooed teasingly. Lining up his pierced cock next to the gun, he pushed in quickly, making Hajime arch his back with a loud cry.
A fat bulge was prominent on his stomach, stretched to the max. They tried double penetration many times with Tooru’s cock and a dildo, but never like this. The pleasure outweighed the pain and Hajime only grabbed his lover’s hips, encouraging him to start thrusting.
“Yes like that! C’mon harder Tooru, harder. Stuff me real good, satisfy this hungry hole of yours. I’m your fuckhole. Use me good-shit.” He let out a wanton moan when both the tip of the gun and Tooru’s pierced head hit his sweet spot. Whining from the overstimulation, Hajime squirmed away from him.
Yanking his hips back roughly, Tooru growled. “Come back and take it good like you always do. This is what you’re best at,” he chuckled darkly while grinding his hips at the same time with the gun.
“What are you Hajime?” he taunted.
“A cumslut! A whore, your slut, your everything-nghh,” his eyes rolled back.
Too blissed out, Hajime didn’t notice his husband shift to get something on the nightstand. When he opened his eyes he was met with the sight of a shiny pocket knife. It shouldn’t have turned him on to think about what the brunette was going to do with it but it did. Knowing his lover cleaned everything he used on him eased his nerves. They had discussed branding before and the masochistic side of Hajime was excited to try it out.
Slowly thrusting in, Tooru purred. “Gonna mark you as mine baby. Nobody can touch you. You’re invincible with me. Will you let me mark you my love?” There was a hint of cautiousness in his voice.
“Yes, please do it. Want another tattoo of you- FUCK!” He screeched when the blade slightly dug into his tanned flesh. His moans got louder when Tooru continued his thrusts with the gun while marking him.
His pace got more and more violent as he got closer to finishing the “Oikawa” he traced onto Hajime. The phone that was recording was long thrown to the side of them, still running and picking up on the sounds of their intense round.
“Almost done baby, so perfect for me. There’s nobody else in this world for me. Shit! Your walls are clamping down really hard. Do you like it? I know you love the pain and pleasure you dirty whore.
Hajime shrieked, “So close! T-Tooruu fuck! cumming - gonna cum again,” his voice cracked as he came from the overload of pleasure. The finishing sting of “Oikawa” on his wide hips and the final rough thrust of the gun and pierced head on his prostate pushed the breath out of his lungs. With the feeling of Tooru’s huge warm load stuffing him past the max, Hajime let out one more gasp and shrill cry before passing out.
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The petite male woke up to smooth skin tracing the healing cut on his hip. He felt the warm body next to him jolt up.
“HAJI! Are you ok? Did I go too hard? Oh god I hurt you didn’t I. Baby I was so worried I cleaned you up and all, It shouldn’t scar on your hip ohmygod baby I am so-”
Hajime cut the taller male off with a kiss. “Yes I’m okay idiot. More than okay in fact. Shit, I’ve passed out from sex multiple times but that. Was. Everything.” He punctuated the words with a kiss. “And I don’t mind my hip, everything felt good I promise. That was so hot, Tooru,” he sighed dreamily.
“Horny little shit,” Tooru snorted.
“You gonna fuck me this good next time someone tries to come for me?”
“Maybe,” Tooru shrugged.
“Maybe I’ll get myself into trouble on purpose then,” he hummed playfully.
“Hajime don’t joke about that. I know you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself but god I still feel my heart drop whenever things happen to you,” Tooru frowned and pulled him closer to his chest.
“I know I know. Sorry, just love seeing you go all pouty. You can be so adorable sometimes,” he giggled.
“Sometimes?!” Tooru squawked.
“Yes, now it’s about to be never if you don’t give me a massage right now. I’m sore as hell,” Hajime said with no bite.
The younger man huffed but had a wide grin on his face “Alright you brat, anything for you,” he nuzzled his lover’s hair.
With Hajime in his arms, Tooru finally felt at peace. Nobody could ever touch him.