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Iwaizumi had grown used to the girls that watched from the balcony around the gym when they practiced. Or played. Or just whenever Oikawa was merely around. What he was not used to, however, was being watched so closely by girls, and boys, with sketch pads in their hands.
He remembered the day he saw one of those girls talking with the coaches and they nodded. He watched her walk up to the balcony and look around at everyone. Until finally her eyes landed on him. There was a moment where they just stared at each other, soft blushes coloring both of their features, until both looked away.
And that was how he met you. At least, that's how he remembered it. You were in the same class, but never really talked. Coach told them that you were in the art club and needed to observe to do a project. You told him other students might come in as well. He gave permission, even allowing you to stay when he made all the other girls leave.
Iwaizumi didn't like that. He didn't like that he was being scrutinized so much. He saw you were doing it to everyone and not just him, but that didn't make him feel any better.
He told the coach he didn't like it. But then he said your older brother was captain back when Iwaizumi had first joined the club. He looked back up at you. And now he knew why you looked familiar. You went to every game back then. You still came occasionally.
That made him feel a little better. You actually had an appreciation of the game. He even noticed that occasionally you would mumble about something someone was doing wrong. He'd furrow his brow and watch whoever it was you were scrutinizing. And that's when he really saw you had an appreciation for the game. Because your observations were correct.
He'd tell whoever it was how to fix what they were doing, usually using your words of advice. And then he'd look up at you and nod. He didn't realize Oikawa noticed. And catalogued each time he did it.
One day after practice, Oikawa brought it up as he and Iwaizumi watched you talk to Makki, showing him the drawings you did that day. "She's our old captain's little sister, right? From our first year?"
Iwaizumi nodded. "Yeah. She came to all the games."
"That's why she looks familiar." He hummed softly as he wiped his face with the towel. "She's got a good eye for the game. I've heard her mumbles up there."
He nodded again. "Yeah. That's why I started sharing them. Because she has a good point about a lot of them."
He nodded. "That's true. I just didn't think you were paying that much attention to her."
He shrugged. "It's kind of hard to ignore her passive aggressive mumbles," he, not so passive, aggressively mumbled out.
Oikawa laughed softly. "I suppose you're right." He hummed softly as they watched you leave. "Have you ever actually seen her drawings?"
"No. I've never felt the need to look."
"They're good. Really good." Makki walked up with his hands in the sides of his shorts. "I asked if she'd be willing to hang out and have some drawing time with me."
Iwaizumi smiled. "I always forget you're an artist."
He shrugged. "Not as good as her though. The ones of you are really good."
Matsun nodded and hummed. "Really good."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you guys say."
He kept thinking about that as they went and got dressed. They walked out of the club room. Fuck me, I forgot the English textbook. He sighed softly. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. I just remembered that I forgot one of the fucking textbooks in homeroom."
They waved over their shoulders, Makki and Matsun sharing smirks. He rolled his eyes as he walked into the building, glad it was still unlocked. He went into his homeroom classroom and to his desk, getting the textbook out he needed. He slipped it into his bag.
He wondered what the drawings looked like. He thought Makki was a good artist. But if he said you were better...
He sighed softly. "Fuck it," he whispered.
He went to where the art classrooms where, hoping you were there. He peered into one of the open doors and saw you. You were standing at a table with your back to the door, rearranging pieces of paper. He heard you humming softly as he approached.
He looked over your shoulder at the drawings. They were really good. He smiled softly at one of Makki and Matsun bent over and bumping fists. Another of Oikawa mid jump serve. Of him spiking the ball down sharply.
You turned and gasped as you stepped away. "Fuck, Iwaizumi!" You put one hand on your chest as the other pulled out your earbuds. "Make some goddamn noise when you enter a room."
He chuckled softly. "Did I scare you?"
"Fuck you. Yes, you did." You shook your head as you walked back over and continued what you were doing.
He hummed as he watched you. "These are really good."
"Thanks."
He smirked. "You mad at me for scaring you?"
"Yes. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack."
He laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. If it's any consolation."
You rolled your eyes. "I fucking guess."
His smirk grew. "You have a mouth."
"Let's not pretend like you don't too."
He sat down on the stool next to you. "True. But I like to at least try in front of people I barely know."
You scoffed. "Really? You know all those people who come to watch you guys practice?"
He hummed. "Fair point. Fine." He pulled out a textbook and workbook from his bag and began to work on his homework.
He watched as you put one earbud back in. He smiled softly at that as he turned back to his homework. Every now and then, he'd look over and watch you as you drew. He soon realized you were drawing him.
"How long do you usually stay for?"
"Until I either am forced to leave or my mom calls and says I missed dinner and that my food is cold."
He hummed softly. He knew as club president that you'd have a key to the building and the classroom. "Forced to leave?"
"Yeah. My brother goes to college not too far from here and comes home often. So he'll come in and drag my ass out."
"Ah. I see." He turned back to his homework. If he was being honest with himself, he'd just admit that he didn't understand what he was looking at.
"Having trouble?"
He hummed. "Yeah." He didn't lean back as you leaned over and looked at the assignment closely. And then he saw you weren't wearing your glasses; they were perched on top of your head. He gently reached up and pulled them down to your face. She smells good...
He listened as you explained, quite frankly a little better than the teacher did. He worked out a few of the questions himself and asked you about it. You read them and nodded.
An hour and a half passed by.
"Do you intend on staying with me until I leave?"
He hummed softly as he continued writing. "I figured I would. So you don't have to walk home alone so late." He looked up at you to see your brow furrowed. "I texted my parents and told them. Jeez."
You hummed softly. "Okay. I just... Wanted to make sure I wasn't... Taking up your time."
He nodded. "You're not. I wouldn't be here if you were."
"Okay." You pulled out your phone and looked at it. You hummed softly. "We should probably go then. But I can wait until you finish your assignment. In case you have more questions."
He nodded. He went back to his homework, listening to the rustling of papers from you as you gathered your things and put them in your bag. After a little while, he finished his assignment and put his things in his bag. He followed you out of the classroom and watched as you locked the door. He followed you out of the building. You walked in silence for awhile.
He looked at you. "Are you gonna ask me the question you've been dying to since I walked in?"
You scoffed a laugh. "Fucking volleyball players being so goddamn observant." You sighed and looked at him. "Why did you come see me?"
He shrugged. "When my three best friends said your stuff was good, I had to come see. Especially the drawings of me."
You nodded. You studied him for a minute. "I see." You looked back ahead of you.
He hummed. "Do you wanna give me your number? Because you strike me as the type of person who won't let me walk you home if it's out of my way. But I'd still like to know if you got home okay."
You smiled and breathed out a laugh. "Okay. Fair point." You held out your hand and he handed you his phone.
He watched as you put your name and number in and handed it back to him. He texted you. "There's mine." He couldn't help but smile at the soft one you had as you looked at the screen.
He looked around at where you guys were. "Where do you live?"
"A few blocks away. By the post office."
He nodded. "I can walk with you most of the way."
"Ah. Well, don't worry, mom. I'll text you when I'm home, safe and sound." Your head lolled in his direction.
He rolled his eyes and groaned as you laughed. "Don't fucking start with me."
"It's okay, man. I'm the mom friend too. When other club members stay late, I'm always like, "text me when you get home." And they always say, "okay, mother." So, I fucking get it." You laughed.
He hummed softly. "Do you really normally stay this late?" He nodded when you did. "Why?"
"Because I'm a perfectionist when it comes to my art. And don't try and tell me not to because you guys stay late a lot."
He smirked. "Fair enough." He licked his lips when you faced forward. He looked at the street signs. "And this is where we part ways."
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"I'll see you tomorrow." He watched you walk away.
He continued on his own walk home, thinking of you most of the way. Why am I thinking about her? Why?... Why did I stay with her so long?
His mind kept going over these things as he unlocked the front door and went in the house. He locked it behind him as he toed off his shoes. He went into the kitchen and smiled softly at the note taped to the microwave. His parents often went to bed early so he tried to be quiet as he waited for the microwave to heat his dinner. He pulled the note off and pocketed it as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He smiled at the sight of your name.
I'm home, mom. Did you make it home?
He chuckled softly as he typed his response with one hand and pulled out his dinner with the other.
Yes, mother. I'm eating my dinner now.
Almost immediately, you responded.
Fun. Same. And then I have a few finishing touches to do on the drawing I did of you earlier.
You should just go to bed. It's late.
And miss talking to you in this lively conversation?
He could almost hear the sarcasm. He shook his head.
Don't be an asshole.
He finished his food as your text came in. He put the plate in the sink. His mom told him in the note than he could wash it in the morning. He walked upstairs to his room as he read your text.
If I want to be an asshole, I can. Don't fucking judge.
No judgement. Because then I'd have to judge myself.
He got undressed and put on his pajamas. He laid in bed, glad he got all of his homework done while he sat with you.
Now that you're a little more comfortable with me, mind telling me the truth as to why you came to see me? Because that can't be the real reason. Or at least the whole reason.
He sighed softly as he rubbed his forehead.
Honestly? I don't even know. I forgot one of my textbooks and went back to get it. And I just kept thinking about what my friends said. And part of me wanted to see it. And part of me wanted to see you. And I don't know why.
He groaned after he sent it. Silently cursing himself for being so awkward and moronic. He wished there was a way to undo his stupidity as your text came in.
Well. I wasn't expecting that. I appreciate your candor... Do you intend to sit with me more often?
He sighed softly. He thought about it in earnest as his thumbs hovered over the screen.
I think so.
Okay. I don't mind. In case you we wondering.
He smiled at that. And then he realized something. I've got a fucking crush on her... God damnit. No wonder those idiots were acting dumber than usual...
I was, actually. That makes me feel better.
He continued to text you until he fell asleep, phone still in his hand.
*****
A month passed by like that. He didn't do anything with his crush. He didn't tell you; instead opting to just spend as much time with you as you let him.
He ignored his friends' teasing, not really caring; as per usual with their shit. Mostly because it happened often. He didn't think he did anything to warrant the teasing, but just rolled with it. As he did everything involving the three of them.
One day at practice, they noticed you weren't there. Oikawa hummed as he scanned the balcony. "Where is she today?"
"Where's who today?" Iwaizumi asked as he stretched.
Oikawa said your name as he looked at Iwaizumi. "She's not up there."
Iwaizumi nodded. "She finished doing what she needed. Now she's picking through drawings she did to paint."
Oikawa looked surprised. He smiled widely. "We'll be immortalized on canvas?"
Makki sighed. "You're such a fucking narcissist, Oiks."
Oikawa smirked. "Think she'd paint me if I asked?"
Iwaizumi shrugged. "Depends on what you're asking. If you're trying to be an asshole and pose naked, she won't go for that. You're not her type."
"I'm everyone's type."
"Not hers." He laughed softly. Mostly because Oikawa looked offended.
"Well, how do you know?" He seemed annoyed now.
"I was talking about how some of the girls in your goddamn fanclub are fucking annoying. And she said, "I don't understand why he has a fanclub. He's pretty, yeah. But what girl wants to date a guy that much more attractive than them? Not fucking me, that's for sure." And then she proceeded to tell me that she thinks you're gay. Or at least bi." He laughed at his offended expression again.
He rolled his eyes. "Well, then, what is her type?"
He shrugged. "Fuck if I know. I didn't ask."
"Moron."
He sighed as he looked at Matsun. "How does that make me a moron?"
"You don't wanna know if you're her type?"
"He clearly is, man. Why do you think the drawings of him looked the best?"
Matsun hummed as he looked at Makki. "Your drawings of me are better than the ones you do of other people."
"Exactly, babe. He doesn't need to ask. At least not that question."
Iwaizumi groaned as he stood up. "Man, fuck you guys." He walked away and went about practice.
And no one dared speak to him the entire time. Because when he was pissed, it showed. He even managed to pop one of the balls when it hit the ground.
When practice was over, everyone left except him and Oikawa. He'd toss the ball to Oikawa. Oikawa would set it. And he'd spike it down.
He tossed the ball up and was about to run up, but Oikawa caught it. "What?"
He cocked his head at him. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you, Iwa-chan?"
"Nothing's bothering me, Shittykawa."
"Something is. You don't hit this hard for no reason. And I'm not setting for you until you tell me."
He sighed, then groaned. He shook his head. "I just wish you guys would leave me alone about her is all. It's getting annoying. Almost as annoying as you."
He smirked. "You really like this girl. I mean, you've liked girls before. But you really like this one."
He groaned. "Fuck you."
"I'm not making fun of you, Hajime. I just want what's best for you. And if you like her this much, then tell her."
He sighed. He knew when Oikawa used his given name that he meant business. "I know, Tooru. I just... I don't know how to go about that. And if she doesn't return my feelings..." He ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. "I'd rather not lose her as a friend."
He nodded. "Okay. Well, then. Drop hints. Ask if she wants to hang out outside of school. Call her to talk, rather than text." He had a wide smile; and it made Iwaizumi think he knew something he didn't.
He sighed. "Okay." He sighed again. "Let's fucking go home."
They pulled the net down and gathered all the balls. They went into the club room to change. He sat down and pulled out his phone. You hadn't texted and that made him frown a little. He sighed as he texted you.
Still at school?
He could feel Oikawa studying him. "I'm asking if she's still here."
"Ah. Does she normally stay this late?"
He nodded. "It's the weekend so she'll stay even later. She told me one night she fell asleep here." He looked up to see Oikawa furrowing his brow.
"I know I'm a perfectionist. And I would do that if I could. But that's next level."
He shrugged. "Her mom's a nurse and tends to work nights. So she doesn't mind. She even gave the school permission for her to be here so late."
He nodded. "Wow."
He looked down at his phone as it buzzed. He smiled at the sight of your name.
Yeah. Planning an all nighter. Why? Wanna join me?
Considering it. At least for awhile.
Up to you. I won't force your hand on the matter.
He sighed as Oikawa sat down next to him, reading over his shoulder.
Do you want me to join you?
He waited with baited breath for your response.
Honestly... Yes.
He smiled widely. He looked at Oikawa. "Wanna come hang out for a little bit?"
He shrugged. "I have nothing better to do." He sighed softly, but his eyes looked sad. "Although, she might have to let us in."
"Good point."
Will you come let us in? Oikawa wants to see your work.
Okay. I'll meet you guys there.
They locked the clubroom, double checking they locked the gym, then walked up to the main building of the school. They could see you standing there talking to someone. As they got closer, they realized it was your older brother. You were holding a plastic bag in your hand.
You noticed them and pointed. "See, I'm not alone."
He turned to them and smiled. "Hey, guys. How have you been?" He put his arm around your neck. "I see you're friends with my sister. I apologize, she's an asshole."
"Aye, cabrón. You're one to talk." You tried to push him off, but he just seemed to tighten his grip.
Iwaizumi laughed as you gave up and just looked defeated at the ground. "Yeah. She certainly can be."
Your brother looked down at you. "Remember when I told you that one of the guys was like us? It's him." He pointed to Iwaizumi.
"I figured that bit out when I told him, come mierda. And he proceeded to be his foul mouthed self in Spanish." You rolled your eyes.
He laughed. "It's what you get for being your asshole self."
"Man, fuck you." You finally pushed him away from you. You furrowed your brow. "Where the hell did Oikawa go?"
Iwaizumi turned to look and he was gone. He looked past you into the building and saw him at a vending machine. He pointed inside. You turned to look.
"How did he get past me?"
"It was when you were pushing me away."
"Oh." You looked less confused. You looked at your brother. "Feel better now?"
He sighed. "Fine." He looked at Iwaizumi. "Will you walk her home later for me please? And force yourself along the rest of the way. Don't part ways with her. Makes me feel better."
Iwaizumi smiled. "Yeah, man. Of course."
He narrowed his eyes and nodded. He looked down at you. "Behave." He leaned down and whispered in English, but Iwaizumi still heard him, "Keep it wrapped up." He smirked when you rolled your eyes, nodded at Iwaizumi, then walked away.
You sighed then looked at Iwaizumi. "Coming in?"
He smiled. "Yeah." He walked in. You both walked over to Oikawa.
He finished whatever it was he ate and looked at you. "Let's see your work, Sunflower."
Iwaizumi looked at you with a questioning look. But didn't speak due to the seething anger he saw as you ran your tongue under your bottom lip.
"We're back to that? Dropping the fucking pretenses?"
He shrugged. "Pointless now, yeah?"
You swallowed. "You get to explain to him."
Both watched you walk angrily up the stairs. Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi. "Let's go. We'll walk and talk." He walked up the stairs slowly, Iwaizumi in tow. He hummed softly. "I lost my virginity to her. And vice versa." He looked at Iwaizumi and gave him a sad smile. "Long story short, I got feelings. But she had feelings for someone else."
Iwaizumi cocked his head as they turned the corner. "Were you guys together?"
"No. Their dad died our first year. Remember when her brother missed, like, a week of practice? They went back to the States for the funeral to bury him there with his family. I asked Coach why he was gone. He told me. So I told my mom. And we went over there and gave our condolences. Our moms talked.
"And at one point... She just broke down. She was really close with her dad. And I felt for her. Because you know I was too. And you saw how it affected me. So I just kind of scooped her up and asked her where her room was. She fucking sobbed it out. I told our moms and her brother that I'd take care of her. And I carried her off to her room.
"I held her while she cried. And talked about him. And then I talked about my dad. And cried. And she returned the favor. And at one point, we were just looking at each other. And I saw the switch flip. She was on autopilot and wanted to feel better. And so did I.
"We did that for a couple of months. And like I said, I got feelings. And I knew she didn't return them. Because she liked someone else; dare I say, she was in love with him. But I didn't tell her. I just... Ignored her. Up until she came to the club a month and a half ago. And then I couldn't."
He looked at Iwaizumi. "I don't have those feelings anymore. I just feel like I should tell you." He walked into the art classroom.
Iwaizumi stood there, thinking about it. He thought back to that time. He remembered Oikawa telling him that he lost his virginity, but didn't say to who. And the more he thought about it, the more he remembered seeing your brother pissed at Oikawa at practice. And he could've sworn he saw you walking away from the gym after practice a few times, with your head low. And Oikawa being more ridiculous than usual for awhile there.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the sounds of you arguing. He didn't go in, but listened closely.
"Are you gonna give me a fucking explanation or not, Tooru? I think I fucking deserve one. Because I have spent the past... What, two years thinking I did something wrong. Something to push my best friend away. Because do you even fucking realize that's what you were to me?"
"I know I was your best friend."
"Then don't I deserve to know what I did?"
"You didn't do anything."
"Clearly I did something. Because we spent every day for how long together? Two, three months? And then nothing. Fucking nothing. You just tossed me aside like I was trash."
"That's not what I thought at all."
"Then tell me! Please. Fucking enlighten me."
He sighed. "I just woke up one day and I loved you. But I knew you didn't love me. Nor would you. Because you were in love with someone you didn't even talk to until recently. Fucking recently! And why would I allow myself to be second best?"
"You could've said that! We didn't have to fuck anymore! I just missed my goddamn friend. You could've said this. I would've given you the space you needed. Instead you made me crowd you trying to get a fucking answer." You sniffled.
Iwaizumi wanted to go in there and hug you. And he kind of wanted to punch Oikawa. But he figured you two needed your space to air this out.
Oikawa sighed. "I'm sorry. I really am. Because you were my other best friend. And I... I fucked up. And I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I miss my friend too."
He peered in and saw you guys hugging. You looked at him and he smiled at you. He mouthed do you want me to punch him? And your smile widened. You shook your head and mouthed thank you.
You sighed and held Oikawa at arm's length. "You guys hungry? I told my brother I might have a friend sit with me and he packed me so much food."
"Your brother is such a good cook."
"I'll be sure to tell him you said that."
Iwaizumi walked in and sat at the table you had been using. He looked down at your drawings as you and Oikawa took the food from the bags. He looked up and saw Oikawa was now on the other side of the table. He looked back down at your drawings and gathered them up to move them out of the way.
He watched the way you and Oikawa talked as the three of you ate. He could see that both his and your words of I missed my friend were true as you two caught up, as if making up for lost time. He watched you two laugh and he smiled softly.
I get it. It would be easy to fall in love with her... I think I might be.
His smile grew a little at that thought, but the two of you didn't notice.
And then he thought about what Oikawa had said to him, and then to you. She liked someone else; dare I say, she was in love with him.... Because you were in love with someone you didn't even talk to until recently. Fucking recently...
Who was it? And does she still feel that way?... Should I not pursue this...?
And then he remembered the way Oikawa looked when he told him to drop hints. That fucking smile.
He looked at you. You were laughing at something Oikawa said; a wide smile and eyes crinkled shut. He smiled softly at the sight.
The three of you finished eating. Oikawa stayed for a little while longer to talk while you looked between the drawings to decide which ones to paint. Iwaizumi noticed that two of the five you picked where of him. One was Oikawa mid jump serve. One was Makki and Matsun bumping fists. The last was of Watari. He smiled at your comment of there's just something graceful about liberos. Oikawa left, satisfied with the drawing you picked out of him.
Iwaizumi looked at you as you mounted a canvas on an easel. "Are you really planning on staying all night?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I already got permission."
He hummed softly. "Does your brother know you're not coming home?"
"I told him. He heard my words. But did he listen to them is the real question."
He laughed. "Want company?"
You turned to look at him. "Wouldn't your parents worry?"
He shook his head. "I can tell them I'm helping a friend with a project." He smiled widely and he noticed you looked breathless for a brief moment, before turning back to the canvas.
You nodded. "If you want. I won't force your hand."
He hummed. "Do you want me to stay?"
You turned your head slightly so he could only see your profile and you licked your lips. "Yes," you said softly.
He smiled. "Okay. Will you be able to help me with my English homework?" His smile grew when you nodded. "Awesome." He pulled out his phone and texted his mom, telling her he was staying the night with a friend. As he finished, he got a text from Oikawa.
I see you finally figured it out.
He sighed softly.
Yeah. No thanks to you.
Eh. She was bound to tell you eventually. Am I your alibi?
I fucking hate you sometimes.... And yes.
Fair enough. Have fun, Iwa-chan!
He smiled up at you as he pulled his books from his bag. His phone buzzed twice and he looked at it. One was his mom telling him to have fun and let her know when he was coming back the next day. The other was Oikawa sharing things that you liked back then, followed by I don't know if she likes that now. But probably. Also safe sex is the best sex!
He wasn't a prude. He wasn't a virgin. But it still made him blush thinking of doing those things to you.
He began working on his homework, occasionally looking at you. He smiled as he saw you were doing one of the paintings of him first; already finished with the sketch and moved on to painting it.
He exhaled softly. He felt a little emboldened by the painting as well as his new knowledge that his feelings were reciprocated. "Would you like to hang out sometime outside of school? Outside of club activities?"
"My, I thought we were hanging out now. But I suppose this is my club activity, isn't it?" You hummed softly. "Are you asking me out?"
He didn't look up at you. He was afraid to. "Yeah," he said softly.
"Yes." He could hear the smile in your voice.
"What are you gonna be doing tomorrow?"
"After I go home? Sleep. Why? Wanna take a nap with me?"
He looked up at you; but you were still looking at what you were doing. "We can do that. But I was thinking more of a real date."
"Like the movies or some shit?"
"Not a fan of movies?"
"Oh, no. I am. I'm just not a fan of movie theaters." You turned to look at him. "Wanna come over and watch a movie?"
He smiled widely. "Yeah. I'd like that." His smile grew at yours as you turned back around. He looked back down at his homework.
He wasn't quite sure how much time passed before you walked over to him. You looked over his shoulder, resting your chin on him. You hummed as you read.
"What?"
"Your participles are wrong." You reached around him and pointed to the words. He corrected them as you explained; once again, better than the teacher.
He turned his head and looked at you, finally realizing how close you were. He studied your profile as you talked about the assignment. She's beautiful. He hummed softly and nodded as he continued to listen to you. She's so close... Without thinking, he kissed your cheek and smiled at the wide smile you wore as you continued speaking.
You started to walk away, but he grabbed your hand. You turned back to him with a questioning look. He turned to face you and pulled you closer so you were in between his legs. He smiled softly as he looked at you and reached up to cup your cheek. His smile grew when you leaned into the touch. And again when you put your hands on his knees.
He kissed you. He couldn't help but smile against your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck and his went around your back. His tongue traced your bottom lip as you pulled away. He was mesmerized by the blush you took on; the way your chests heaved against each other.
His smile grew as he watched you take your glasses off and put them on the table. "Don't you need those to see me?"
"I'm nearsighted, Hajime. Not blind."
He was temporarily thrown off guard by the use of his given name, but quickly forgot about that when you kissed him. You leaned into him and he was grateful the table was there to catch him. His tongue darted out to meet yours as you pulled up your knee to rest on his thigh.
He grabbed both of your thighs and stood up, holding you up as he turned, and put you on the table. His kissed your neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, reveling in your soft moans.
He nipped at your neck. "Still wanna stay here tonight?" he whispered as he unbuttoned your shirt.
"You say that like we can't do this here," you managed out between moans as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders.
"True." He took off your shirt and bra. He pinched your nipples. "But we could actually be naked." He bit your earlobe. "We probably wouldn't have to worry about someone walking in at any moment." He ran his hands up your thighs. "You wouldn't have to keep stifling your moans." He pulled your underwear off and spread your legs. He pocketed them without you noticing.
"Fine. But I still want to do some of my painting." You kissed his neck as he reached over and grabbed his bag. "So we'll do this now, get back to work, then we'll go to my house."
He hummed and smiled as you bit where his neck met his shoulders. He finally felt what he was looking for as you undid his belt then pants. He pulled out the small foil square and groaned softly as you freed his cock and stroked it. He tore into it and slipped on the condom as you kissed his neck.
He smirked as you moaned when he entered you slowly. He felt your nails in his shoulder and back. He hummed lowly as your head tipped back and your eyes closed. He watched with fascination as he slowly thrusted into you; the way the corners of your open mouth curved up as you breathed short and shallow breaths; the little bit of sweat that was misting your forehead; the deep blush of your skin.
He sped up as he leaned into you, making you lay down on the table. He let out a soft groan as your nails dragged across his back. He hummed as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed you as your fingers tangled in his hair. He swallowed all of your soft moans as your tongues wrestled.
He pounded into you harder and your nails dug into his scalp. He raised his head to breathe and looked down at you. He reached down in between you and rubbed your swollen clit. He smirked as your moans got a little louder.
The paces of his fingers and hips sped up. He kissed your chin when you leaned your head back on the table and arched your back.
"Oh, fuck, Hajime," you mumbled out between moans.
He groaned as he felt you tighten around him. He leaned down to kiss you as his grip on your hip tightened. "I'm gonna come," he whispered against your lips. He smirked at the sight of yours.
"Then do it." You bit his lip as your eyes rolled back; that tight feeling in your belly releasing as you orgasmed.
He orgasmed shortly after you did. He leaned his forehead against yours and you both smiled as you traced his jawline. He kissed you softly and sweetly.
He stood up straight and pulled himself from you. He pulled off the condom and threw it in the trashcan behind him. He pulled up his underwear as he looked down at you, still laying on the table and breathing hard. He buttoned his pants and buckled his belt as you finally sat up.
He hummed sadly as you put on your bra. "Another thing we can't do here. I can't admire how beautiful you are naked." He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.
"You will later, so hush up." You pulled on your shirt and buttoned it as he leaned down and grabbed his shirt from the floor.
He smirked as he buttoned his shirt, watching you looking for your underwear. "What are you looking for?"
"My underwear." You scooted forward and looked at the floor.
"They're in my pocket." His smirk grew as your head shot up to look at him. "I'll give them back to you later."
You groaned softly and hopped down off the table. You pulled it back it it's original position and went back over to the easel as he sat down. He hummed as he saw your glasses next to his bag and got up. He walked over to stand behind you and leaned down to put his chin on your shoulder.
He kissed your cheek. "Did you forget something?"
You hummed. "My glasses."
He wrapped his arms around you and held up your glasses with one hand while the other squeezed your breast. You hummed as you put them on and went back to your painting. He kissed your neck as he undid the first few buttons of your shirt. He slid his hand into your shirt and bra and his fingers rolled your nipple. His other hand slid down your abdomen to your core, rubbing your clit.
He bit your earlobe. "I'm gonna assume you have more condoms. Because I only kept that one just in case."
"I have some at home... But I think I need to get more." You reached out and grabbed your phone. He watched as you texted your bother, asking if he can get some. "I have a couple in my bag." You put your phone back on the table and went back to painting; the same drawing you did before made larger on the canvas with less detail.
He was growing a little annoyed at your lack of reaction to his actions. He twisted your nipple and pressed harder into your clit and he watched as that made your hand stutter in its movements.
"Don't you have homework, Hajime?"
He hummed softly as he nuzzled your neck. "Yeah. But I'd rather be doing you."
You hummed as he sucked on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. "Later. I'd like to get a good portion done of my painting before we leave. You turned your head and met his eyes as he raised his head. You let your lips touch his as you whispered in Spanish, "If you let me go now and wait patiently like a good boy, I'll let you fuck my ass."
His eyes widened as you turned back around. He pulled his hands from you and buttoned your shirt back up. He placed a quick peck to your cheek and turned to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. He turned back to you and you pulled him flush to you in between your legs. You craned your neck and kissed him as you reached up to cup his cheek. Your tongue wrestled his and easily dominated and led his movements. You bit his lip as you pulled away, then let go. You reached up to wipe the saliva from your lips with your thumb as you turned back to the canvas.
He stood there for a minute, or a few. He was just stunned by you, mesmerized. If you noticed him standing there like an idiot, you pretended not to. But you looked happy. Happier than he'd seen you in... Since the first time he saw you as first years. Since you became friends. It made your smile look more genuine. Your movements looked more fluid. You seemed more confident.
"I love you," he whispered.
Your hand stopped and you turned slowly to look at him. "What?" you asked softly.
He stammered a little. He sighed and whispered your name, then licked his lips. He registered your heavy breathing and wide, somewhat wet, eyes. "I love you."
You dropped your paintbrush and grabbed him with both hands to pull him closer and kissed him. It was passionate and full of emotion and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He put his hands on your waist, then wrapped his arms around you tighter.
"I love you too," you whispered into his mouth as you unbuckled his belt.
Oh, thank god.
You chuckled softly as you pushed down his pants a little and he surmised that he must've said it out loud. His hands slipped to your thighs and he picked you up. He laid you on the table by your bag. He started to dig into pockets, but you seemed to not care one bit and pushed him inside you.
He let out a low moan against your lips as your rocked your hips against him. "Baby," he whispered.
"Birth control."
That was all he needed to hear.
He hastily unbuttoned your shirt, almost giving up and tugging it apart. His hands pushed up your bra and he kneaded your breasts while he rolled your nipples. You unbuttoned his shirt with ease and your hands trailed across every plane and contour of his chest and abdomen.
He had never had sex without a condom before and decided this was so much better. He could feel how wet you were. He could feel how velvety soft your insides felt against him, how tightly your insides hugged him.
He leaned his forehead against yours and you both smiled widely. "I love you," he whispered your name so softly and sweetly.
"I love you, Hajime," you whispered as you held his face in your hands.
He clenched his jaw to stifle a moan as your muscles squeezed him tightly, then spasmed. "Fuck, I have never felt anything as good as you," he almost growled out.
You smirked. "Don't get used to it. It won't happen every time."
He hummed. "Am I not allowed to fill my girlfriend up with my come?"
You let out a soft moan as he sat up and pulled you with him by the grip his still had on your nipples. "Tell you what, baby..." You hooked your arm around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. "You never have to use a condom when we do anal."
He moaned as he kissed you. The door wasn't all the way closed and you both stopped when you heard someone down the hall. He grabbed your thighs and walked over to stand behind the door. Whoever it was could peek in, see your stuff, and assumed you went to the bathroom or something.
He clenched his jaw as you rolled your hips and pulled him closer to kiss his neck. He tried to focus on the noise outside the door as he felt you clench and unclench your muscles. He looked at you as you raised your head and leaned back against the wall. He put one hand over your mouth and thrusted up into you as hard as he could.
He watched as the janitor walked by the room, not seeming to care if anyone was there or not. He closed the door as silently as he could and looked back at you. "I swear, you're gonna be the death of me."
You just smiled. "As long as I go first so I don't have to be without you."
He sighed softly as he rested his head against you shoulder. "In that case, we'll be old and have been together ages." He hummed as your fingers rubbed his neck. He opened his eyes and saw the purple mark in the crook of your neck.
He kissed it, then slowly thrusted up into you. He kissed your shoulder and began to suck, wanting to cover you with hickies that showed everyone you were his.
You moaned softly as your fingers ran through his hair. "I hope you'll let me do the same," you whispered.
He smirked against your skin. He raised his head and bit your earlobe. "Of course, baby. It'll show everyone that I'm yours."
"You're mine?"
He smiled against your ear. "Yeah, baby, I'm yours." He picked up the pace.
You pulled him as close as you could get him and bit his earlobe. "I'm yours, baby."
He raised his head as he licked his lips, wide smiles on both of your faces. "You're mine?"
"I'm yours, Hajime."
He whispered your name as he leaned in to kiss you. He moaned into your mouth as your muscles tightened around him and spasmed again. You licked his lips as you reached down between you and pulled him from you. He gave you a questioning look as you unwrapped your legs from around him and put your feet on the ground.
He closed his eyes as you kissed his neck, then down his abdomen. He looked down as you got on your knees. He leaned against the wall on his elbows as he watched you lick up his cock. He clenched his jaw as your tongue traced the prominent vein on the underside of him, then took him into your mouth. He watched as one of your hands slid up your thigh and went under your skirt.
His jaw clenched tighter to stifle his own moan as you let one out around his member. Your hand pumped him with a tight grip, meeting your lips halfway. He wanted you to take more of him and without having to say that out loud, your hand let got of him and your head bobbed further and further down until your nose nuzzled his hair and skin.
He smirked when he realized your eyes had been open the entire time, watching him intently and gauging his reactions to things. He saw the corners of your lips perk up as your tongue wrapped around him as your head bobbed faster. He thrusted his hips experimentally, seeing how you'd fare. When it got no reaction, he thrusted faster into your mouth and you opened wider to accommodate his wants.
He clenched his jaw as one of his hands went to the back of your head and pushed you down as he orgasmed. He let go of you and opened his eyes. You pulled back and let him fall from your swollen lips. You placed a soft kiss to the tip of him, then put him in his underwear and zipped and buttoned his pants. You rose up as you buckled his belt.
He leaned down to kiss you as he put one hand on your waist and the other on the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your jaw as your lips languidly moved together. He brought his other hand up to your neck and his thumbs rubbed your jaw a little harder, doing his best to soothe the aching muscles.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered.
You smiled against his lips as you put your hands on his hips. "So are you, baby."
He smiled. "Am I?"
You nodded and bit your lip. "You wouldn't be my muse otherwise."
His smile grew. "Do you have more pieces of me?"
You nodded. "We are in the same class. So I see you a lot. And I'll look across the room at you... And I'll just draw." Your smile grew. "I could fill whole sketchbooks of you," you whispered.
"Wait until you see me entirely naked. You'll never need another muse."
You kissed him as he pulled down your bra and buttoned your shirt and you buttoned his. You hummed and licked your lips. "Let me paint a little longer. And then we'll head out."
*****
Iwaizumi leaned down to kiss your neck as you locked the door. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you walked down the hall. "Why did Oikawa call you Sunflower?"
You sighed softly. "The last thing my dad gave me was a single sunflower. He said he saw it on his way home from work and it made him think of me. He was a florist. He said sunflowers were a symbol of loyalty and he always felt that was my best trait. And after Tooru and I had sex the first time, we were spooning. And we were looking at the flower, all shriveled up and dead. He asked about it and I told him what I just told you. And he kissed my cheek. And called me his Sunflower. He hardly ever called me by my name when we were together. But Sunflower."
He smiled softly. "That's actually really sweet."
You sighed again. "Yeah. I should've noticed that he had feelings. Looking back, I think he always did."
He nodded. "I think so. He told me... A little about you then. But... Just stuck to, like... Sex. But he spoke so affectionately." He hummed softly when you nodded slowly and looked at the floor. "Did you always have feelings for me?"
You chuckled, a very self-deprecating sound. "Yeah," you whispered. "From the first moment I saw you... I fell in love. There was never anyone else. And I tried to find someone else."
He nodded. "Like that fucking basketball player?" He honestly didn't like that guy. He was kind of a dick and didn't treat you well and everyone knew that. Everyone.
You groaned. "God, don't get me started on him. He's so fucking dumb. I look back on last year when I was with him and I'm just... Disappointed in myself. Because he's so dumb. Like... Zero stimulating conversation. But hey, at least the sex was good."
He smirked. "As good as me?"
"No one's as good as you, baby."
He hummed as you walked outside. He smiled as you stepped closer to him, almost wrapping yourself around his arm. He let go of his hand and pulled his tracksuit jacket from his duffle bag and handed it to you. He watched as you took off your bag and put the jacket on. It came down almost to the end of your skirt and the sleeves were much longer than your arms. But you didn't seem to mind, just slinging your bag back over your shoulder and taking his hand again after pushing up the sleeves a little.
He hummed as he let go of your hand and put his arm around your shoulders. He smiled when he felt your arm go around his back and he leaned down to kiss your temple. "I'll probably go home for a little bit tomorrow, then come back over if that's okay." He looked down at you as you nodded.
"Yeah. That sounds good. You're always welcome to stay the night. Mom typically doesn't mind as long as she sees condom wrappers in the trash."
He couldn't help but laugh. "Fair enough." He licked his lips. "Did you mean what you said?"
"About what?"
He hummed softly and you looked up at him. "Anal," he said softly in Spanish.
You smirked and nodded. "Yep."
He hummed. "Never done that before."
Your smirk grew. "Oh, baby. I like it a lot."
He leaned down and whispered into your skin, "Then I'll do it whenever you want me to."
"Fantastic."
He kissed your temple then looked back ahead of you. His smile grew as you reached up and hooked a few of your fingers with his. "Are you gonna come to watch practice again?"
You hummed. "Maybe. Why?"
"Because I like the thought of playing with you watching."
You hummed. "Well, I'm gonna go to all the games. We'll celebrate when you win. Commiserate when you lose."
"We hardly lose, baby."
"How many years have we been losing to Shiratorizowa?"
He groaned. "You're a little shit."
You chuckled. "I try my best." You dug into your bag and pulled out your keys from your bag.
He hummed as you walked up the porch steps. "I'll get you back for that."
You turned to him with a smirk. "I'd like to see you try." You unlocked the door without looking and walked in.
He followed you in and you closed the door behind him. He looked around as you both took off your shoes. You walked down the dimly lit hallway and peeked into a room flooded with light from a TV. He walked up to be next to you.
"Hey, bub," you said in English.
Your brother turned to look at you, the annoyance fading away when he saw Iwaizumi. "I was hoping it was him when you asked. Can't fucking deal with that shit from Oikawa again." He scoffed.
You hummed as you rocked back and forth on your heels. "I told you he apologized."
"Yeah, I fucking bet. How much of it did he actually mean?"
"All of it."
He hummed. "Fine. Just don't start fucking him again."
You scoffed. "I won't. I got something a whole hell of a lot better."
He chuckled deeply. "Box is on your bed. Along with a little gift."
You hummed and narrowed your eyes. "Gracias, hermano."
"Anytime, hermanita."
You grabbed Iwaizumi's hand and led him up the stairs. He wanted to look around, but kept his eyes on the hem of your skirt and stayed a few steps behind you. He smirked a little when he caught sight of your lower lips, still slick from being fucked twice. You got to the top of the stairs and led him into an open door.
You set your bags on the floor next to your desk and turned on the light. He laid on your rather large bed as he watched you walk out. He set his bag down on the floor next to the bed as he pulled out his phone. He pulled his mouth to the side as he looked at the things Oikawa said you used to like.
He hummed as he locked his phone and set it on the nightstand. He undid his belt and took it off, tossing it to the floor with his bag. He was unbuttoning his shirt as you came back in and closed the door. He noticed your uniform and bra was in your hands, but you were still wearing his jacket. His hands stilled as he realized the implications of that as he watched you put the clothes on top of a hamper and turned back to him.
You hummed as you climbed in bed next to him and grabbed the plastic bag he didn't even notice was next to him. You pulled out the box of condoms and opened it. You leaned over him and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out another box. You rifled through the contents and put both boxes on the nightstand next to his phone. You reached back into the bag and pulled your mouth into a line.
"That sack of shit," you whispered in English. You leaned back over him and opened the nightstand drawer, looking into it. You pulled out an almost empty bottle of lube. "I fucking hate his lack of boundaries sometimes." You pulled a new bottle from the bag and put both on the nightstand.
You hummed as you looked down at him. You furrowed your brow. "You okay, Hajime?"
He nodded, eyes glued to the way the zipper of his jacket touched the skin of your chest. "Oh, I am more than okay," he whispered.
You laughed and it made him look at your face. You were smiling widely and your eyes were almost crinkled shut. "You're so cute." You straddled his waist and he put his hands on your thighs. "I thought you'd like this."
He sat up and kissed your chin. "Oh, baby, I fucking do."
"Imagine what I look like in your jersey," you whispered as he sucked on your collarbone.
He growled softly as you finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He took it off and threw it on the floor with the rest of his things. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you stroked his jawline and kissed you. He laid back, then rolled over so he was on top of you. He undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear down while you pulled on them with your toes. He kicked them off and heard them fall to the floor.
He sat up on his knees as his eyes followed the movement of you reaching to grab the almost empty bottle of lube. You handed it to him and he set it down on the bed next to his knee.
"Baby, you're so beautiful," he whispered as his hands ran up your thighs.
You smiled at him. "So are you."
He smiled as he reached up and pulled on the zipper enough for him to see your breasts. He hummed as he massaged them, rolling your nipples. He leaned down to kiss your skin, then up the soft mound to his hand. He let go as he took your nipple into his mouth. He kneaded as he sucked.
He loved the sounds of your audible breathing. The way your body rolled into his touch. The soft moans that left your lips. But he wanted more.
He let go of your other breast and his hand slid down your side, then unzipped his jacket the rest of the way. His thumb grazed your belly button ring as his hand slid down to your core. He gently slid two fingers in as he rubbed your clit. Your moans immediately got louder as your hips rolled to meet his thrusts.
He bit your nipple as your hand tangled in his hair. He kissed across your chest to your other nipple, wanting to show it just as much attention. His fingers curled inside you and he felt his fingers hit that spot, making you moan louder.
"Hajime," you moaned out.
He smirked around your skin as he sped up, your hips rolling faster to keep up. He kissed up your chest as he planted his hand on the bed next to you. He kissed up your neck and bit your earlobe. "Would you say my name again?"
"Hajime."
He smiled and hummed. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
He licked up the side of your neck and bit your earlobe. "Again."
You put your free hand on his side and gripped tightly. You turned your head so your lips were pressed against his ear. "I love you, Hajime."
He whispered your name as he raised his head. "I love you." He kissed you.
His fingers sped up again as he listened to the sounds of your lips together, your soft moans, and the wet sounds of his fingers inside you. Your nails dug into his scalp and side as your head tilted back and you brought your legs up to press into his sides. He watched as your eyes rolled back as your muscles clenched around him. You moaned his name as you orgasmed.
He sat up as he pulled his fingers from you. He looked at your come on his finger, then licked them clean. He looked down at you as you licked your lips. "You taste so fucking good, baby."
Your teeth grazed your bottom lip. "Do I?"
He nodded as he grabbed your hips and lifted them up until they were right in front of his face. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he licked your entrance. You gripped his thighs and dug your nails in as his tongue dipped inside of you. His tongue easily found your spot and he licked it, thrusting his tongue against it.
There was a knock on the door and you wrapped your legs around his neck and head. "What?"
"I'm about to go to bed. Is there anything else you need me to get before I do?"
You narrowed your eyes at Iwaizumi as you thought about it in earnest. "Nah, bub. We Gucci," you said in English.
"Bet. Okay. Night. Love you."
"Love you too!" You hummed, then moaned sharply as Iwaizumi nipped at your folds.
He smirked against your skin. "Will we keep him up?" he whispered as you rested your legs over his shoulders.
"Nah. He sleeps like the dead."
His smirk grew and his teeth grazed you clit, making you moan sharply again.
"Mind keeping it down for ten fucking minutes? I'll be asleep then, you little assholes!"
You chuckled. "My bad, bub!"
Iwaizumi hummed softly as he sucked on your clit. Because of your legs hooked over his shoulders, he didn't have to hold you up anymore. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some in his hand. He watched as your eyes darkened, clouding over with lust, as he rubbed the lube on his cock.
He hummed as your eyes rolled back and he felt your toes curl against his back. He felt your legs start to shake and reached up to grab them, keeping them from squeezing his head as you softly moaned his name when you orgasmed.
He grabbed your thighs tighter and set your hips back down on the bed. He rubbed his still slick fingers on your rear entrance as he leaned over you to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him flush to you as your legs pressed into his sides.
You closed your eyes as he slid his fingers inside you. You exhaled sharply and leaned your head back as your nails dragged down his shoulder blades. He licked his lips as you whispered obscenities and his fingers scissored inside you.
"Baby," you whispered.
He hummed softly as he kissed your chin. "What, baby?"
"Please," you whined out.
"Please what?"
You opened your eyes and looked up at him. "Fuck me."
He smirked and pulled his fingers from you. He lined himself up with your tight hole and gently thrusted into you. You kissed him in an attempt to stifle your moans, and only partially succeeded. When his skin was flush against yours, he waited to move until he felt your muscles relax.
"I wanna see, baby. Can you be quiet for a little bit?" He kissed you when you nodded. "My baby," he whispered sweetly.
He sat up and looked down at where your bodies were joined. He hummed as he thrusted into you a little faster. Your cunt was so wet that your juices were dripping down to his cock in your ass. You were so tight that every time he pulled away, it made your slick folds pulsate.
He grabbed your thighs and held them down at your sides as he sped up again. He clenched his jaw to stifle a low moan, feeling like your insides were trying to suck him in. He saw your hands reach down and run your fingers down his abdomen, your nails scraping lightly.
He looked up at your face. Your skin was flushed red all over. You were sweating a little and panting. He leaned over you and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him down. He pressed his hips flush against you and rolled them to keep himself deep as his lips ghosted against yours.
"Baby, you feel so fucking good," he whispered.
You moaned softly. "You feel good."
He hummed. "You like the way my cock feels inside you?" He bit your bottom lip when you nodded. "It's like you were fucking made for my cock. I just fit inside all your holes so fucking perfectly."
He smirked as he sped up and you moaned a little louder. "Once I come in your ass, I'll have claimed all your holes. You're gonna spoil me and I'll wanna fuck all your holes every day."
He let out a soft moan as he felt your muscles spasm around him. "Oh, you can come from anal?" You licked his upper lip and he let go of your lip. He clenched his jaw and whispered obscenities as he sped up until he was going as fast as he could.
He rubbed your clit as he kissed you. Your tongues writhed against each other as you moaned loudly. You whispered his name repeatedly into his mouth. He watched as your eyes crossed, then rolled back into your head.
He smirked against your lips. "Am I still allowed to come in your ass, baby?"
He groaned as your nails dragged down his back and you gripped his ass tightly. He felt like you were trying to make him go deeper and he did his best to accommodate your desire as he added more force to his thrusts. You moaned louder as your nails dug in and dragged up as you orgasmed together.
He put one hand on the side of your neck as he kissed you passionately. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, Hajime," you whispered back. You hummed a chuckle. "Fuck, that was good."
He kissed your wide smile. "Well, good. Glad I'm not the only one who thought so." He sat up and licked his lips as you took off his jacket and tossed it to the floor.
He looked down at his still hard cock inside you. He gently thrusted in and out of you, seeing his come streak against his skin. He reached up and grabbed both of your breasts, pinching your nipples hard as he sped up.
He looked up at your face. "Fuck, I don't think I can stop."
"Then don't."
You tugged on his arms until he was on top of you. You wrapped one arm and leg around him, then rolled you over. He mumbled obscenities as you sat up and rocked your hips.
"Would you be able to put my jacket back on, baby?" he whispered as he grabbed your hips, adding more speed to your movements.
You leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed his jacket. He bit his lip as you slipped it on, letting it fall off your shoulders as you put your hands on his abs. He reached up with one hand and massaged your breast. He rolled and tugged on your nipple, making you moan softly.
His other hand moved so his thumb could rub your clit. "I'm gonna bend you over after this. I don't know which one of your holes I'm gonna fuck first, but I'm gonna fuck them both."
You smirked as you leaned down, rolling your hips. "You're gonna fuck my cunt," you whispered against his lips, then sat up.
He clenched his jaw then nodded. He let go of your breast, then put his hand on your back until you were leaning back down above him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and thrusted up into you as hard and fast as he could.
You grabbed his shoulders and dragged your nails down his chest as you moaned loudly. He bit your lip as you orgasmed. He grabbed your ass, then slapped it.
You took off his jacket as you slowly rose up and let out a soft moan as he fell from you. You dropped his jacket on the floor as you got on your hands and knees next to him, then leaned your head down next to his. "Are you gonna fuck me, baby?"
He smirked. "Anytime you want me to." He kissed your lips, then shoulder, then up your back as he sat up on his knees and moved to be behind you.
He hummed and pouted when you reached over and grabbed the box of condoms and passed it back to him. He pulled one out and ripped it open. He slipped it on as he leaned over you and kissed your shoulder. "How often do I have to use them?"
You smirked as you looked at him over your shoulder. "At least half the time. But all the time at school." You moaned as he thrusted into you. "You can come inside me the other half."
He clenched his jaw as he kissed your shoulder. "Then next time, I won't use one." He gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you, making you moan loudly. "I definitely prefer feeling you. Feeling how wet you are for me. Feeling you come on my cock."
He sat up and pushed down on your lower back, making your back arch. You both moaned at the change of the angle. He pounded into you deep and felt his cock hit something and it made you moan louder than anytime before; and all he wanted to do was to make you do it more.
He pounded into that, over and over again. He moaned as you almost yelled his name repeatedly as you orgasmed. He felt his cock push through whatever he hit and you turned to him with wide eyes and your mouth in a perfect o and you moaned his name, almost immediately summoning another orgasm.
Almost instinctually, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled back a little, just wanting to see your face as he kept hitting whatever he was hitting and going through it.
And then part of Oikawa's text made sense: She likes it deep, if you can get that far. She refers to it as being love punched in the cervix or having her womb fucked. Either way, she fucking loves that.
He clenched his jaw at that realization. He only wished he wasn't wearing a condom so he could feel it better. He groaned as you orgasmed again. He whispered obscenities as he went as hard and fast as he could, wanting to make you come one more time before he did.
He grabbed your hair tighter and you moaned his name louder. "Fuck, baby... You're so fucking sexy like this," he whispered gruffly.
You dragged your tongue across your upper lip and that was when he met his end. He moaned your name softly as he leaned over you and kissed you. He pulled himself from you and tied the condom off. You took it and dropped it into a trashcan you had next to your bed.
Your knees gave out beneath you and he ran his hand up your spine. "Fuck, Hajime. You're gonna spoil me. Fucking me like that... Fuck."
He smiled and hummed as you rolled over on your back, your legs on either side of him. "I'll fuck you like that whenever you want me to." He laid on top of you. "But not right now. I'm fucking tired." He kissed you.
You hummed against his lips. "I too am tired. Will you turn off the light?"
He nodded and got up. He went over to your desk and turned off the light. He got back in bed and under the covers with you. You laid on your side facing him and he rolled on his side to better look at you.
He draped an arm over your waist and pulled you closer. He smiled when you threaded your leg through his. He kissed you softly and sweetly. He cupped your cheek as he whispered your name. "I fucking love you," he swallowed. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."
You smiled lazily as your arm wrapped around him and your fingers splayed against his back. "I'd have waited our whole lives for you, Hajime. Because you're so fucking worth it." You pulled him flush to you, then held his face in your hands and rested his forehead against yours. "Iwaizumi Hajime, I fucking love you. I really fucking do. Don't ever apologize for taking so long. Because you came to me in the end. Didn't you?"
You smiled when he nodded. "That's right, baby. You did."
He kissed you, holding you tight. "I love you. I fucking love you." You wrapped your arms around him.
He smiled against your lips. "And I'm never gonna let you go."