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Oikawa Tooru is a whore for attention.
Iwaizumi knew this the moment he walked into his gym, leaning on the front desk and chatting with his employees. He knew this when he looked at the man’s outfit. He was wearing a long sleeve compression shirt, with shorts that looked too short for his own good. With his good looks, he practically was a conductor for attention.
He also knew this when Oikawa walked right up to him.
”Are you almost done with your set?”
Iwaizumi released his grip on the bicep curl machine, and moved his headphones from his ears.
”What?”
”You know, the act of having a certain amount of reps. A set.”
Iwaizumi tilted his head as Oikawa cockily smiled.
”I know what a set is. You don’t need to tell me.”
He watched Oikawa’s eyes follow the curves of the muscles on his arms, spending extra time on his biceps.
”You would, wouldn’t you.”
Iwaizumi’s face contorted into confusion.
”Um-first off, who are you? And second, why are you interrupting my set?”
Oikawa leaned back.
”I’m Oikawa Tooru. Haven’t you heard of me? I’m like-a professional volleyball player. And I just want to get to know people here, and you seemed like a friendly face.”
Iwaizumi gritted his teeth.
”I’ve probably heard that name somewhere. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, the owner of this gym.” He stuck out a hand to shake with Oikawa’s.
”Wow, you have a strong grip! No wonder you work here, Iwa-chan!”
Iwa-chan?
”Now that we’re aquatinted, it would be so nice of you to do me the favor of going away.”
Oikawa gasped.
”So rude, Iwa-chan! Are you sure you don’t need help? The weights look pretty heavy..” he put his hand on Iwaizumi’s bicep, clearly feeling him up. Iwaizumi shrugged his hand off and put his headphones on.
Why did this guy think he could just do anything? Cocky bastard.
Iwaizumi continued his set, finishing up and deciding to hit the squat rack before he left. He loaded the plates on the bar, and took a couple deep breaths before going under it.
He stood up, and flexed his traps to ease up on the pressure of the bar. He did a couple reps before feeling pressure in another area, around his waist. Iwaizumi saw a figure in his peripheral vision, and almost dropped his weights.
”What do you WANT.”
Oikawa shrugged his shoulders, smirking in a way that made Iwaizumi’s blood boil.
“Just now you looked like you could use a spot.”
”Because you scared me. I’m fine. You can go do something else.”
”Nah, don’t wanna.”
Iwaiumi rolled his eyes, and went back to squat. He felt hands barely touching his waist, and as he went down, he felt something weird. Wait. Was Oikawa putting his groin on my ass?!
Iwaizumi dropped the weights, a loud noise following which made Oikawa jump. He whipped around and grabbed Oikawa by his tight ass shirt.
“You think you’re so fucking slick, don’t you.”
”I didn’t do anything! Just was spotting you.” He smiled, clearly enjoying Iwaizumi’s anger. That only made Iwaizumi angrier. He tugged harder at Oikawa’s shirt, making it so the other was looking up at him.
“Pull that shit again and you’re never coming back to my gym.”
Oikawa pressed a hand to his chest in mock innocence.
“I would never! And even if I did, I’m sure you liked it-“ he was cut off by Iwaizumi shoving him away.
Fucking pervert. I did not like that.
Iwaizumi put his headphones back on, and racked up the weights. He then walked right past Oikawa and out of the building, not before waving goodbye to his employees. It was his day off, after all. He could leave when he wanted. He smiled when he heard Oikawa yell after him.
—
Iwaizumi sat in a rolling chair, spinning a pen between his fingers. He didn’t look up when the door opened, and someone came in and swiped their card.
“Hi Iwaizumi!”
He looked up. It was one of the regulars, who Iwaizumi particularly liked. Her name was Vee, and she had enough muscle mass to pass as a bodybuilder.
”What’s up, Vee! How are you? It’s been a bit, what have you been up to?”
Engaged in his conversation with a friend, he didn’t notice the other person who walked in.
”I’d like to speak to the man in charge.”
Iwaizumi looked over when one of the employees tapped his shoulder. He looked toward the front.
Ah.
Who else would it be, other than the magical kitty princess, Oikawa Tooru. Spreading joy wherever he stepped in those spandex shorts.
Wait-huh?
Iwaizumi blinked hard to try and calm his racing mind. Obviously Oikawa was toned, but his ass was great.
He snapped out of it quickly.
“How may I help you, Shittykawa?”
Oikawa made a disgusted face.
“What is with that name? Ugh. As perfect as I am, I simply cannot get the locker to work. You must’ve done something wrong with them.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, and grabbed his bundle of keys. He found the right one, stuck it up, and made to hand it to Oikawa. Instead, the other pushed it away.
”I clearly have bad luck. You should do it!”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes further. He followed Oikawa into the locker rooms, totally not staring at his ass.
”Here it is. I just can’t seem to open it.” Iwaizumi stuck the key in the locker. He twisted it, and tried it. It was locked.
”You idiot, the locker was always unlocked, what do you mean-“ he paused when he felt a presence too close to him. He turned and noticed Oikawa’s hands on the lockers on either side of him. Oikawa seemed to look taller like this, more like he was in control.
Iwaizumi did not like that.
”Oi, what are you doing?!”
Oikawa grinned, leaning in. Iwaizumi gulped at the sudden close proximity.
“You could’ve asked anybody else for help. Cause it was fucking unlocked.”
Oikawa’s eyebrows raised.
“What if I just wanted Iwa-chan’s help? To make him feel like he’s actually doing something helpful?”
Oh, Oikawa was the bane of his existence.
And he talks too much.
Iwaizumi could think of many ways to make him shut up. A lot were fueled by those stupid spandex.
He grabbed Oikawa’s wrists, twisting the man and shoving him against the locker, wrists above his head. He took Oikawa’s shock to his advantage, leaning his head close to the other’s ear.
”You just think you can waltz into my gym, feel me up, and act like a cocky slut, and not receive some kind of karma for it? Fucking bitch.”
He watched Oikawa’s expression faulter as he looked down.
”Fuck, Iwa-chan-“
”And what is with that stupid nickname? God, you are so annoying for your looks.”
Oikawa looked up at him.
”When you talk like that-oh my god. Are you calling me good looking?”
Iwaizumi glared at him.
”I guess I am. Walking in today with fucking spandex. You’re just a whore for attention, aren’t you?”
Oikawa rubbed his thighs together as he leaned his head back.
”Only for your attention, Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi was taken aback. He had only known the other for about two days, and they were already like this? Iwaizumi’s friends had always been pestering him to get laid since he’s ‘too hot to be not doing anything other than going to the gym’, and he had to admit. Oikawa was hot as fuck.
The moment was quickly stopped when they heard the locker room door slam open.
“Everything okay in there? Did you get the locker open?”
Iwaizumi took his hands off the lockers and adjusted his polo shirt, walking out.
“We got it to work, thanks for your concern,” he replied to the employee. The employee nodded, and walked back to the front desk with Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi looked back and didn’t see Oikawa following behind him. Weird.
Finished with his shift, Iwaizumi waved goodbye to the employees and regulars. He was walking to his car when he heard footsteps behind him. He paid them no mind, until he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Iwaizumi turned with a confused look on his face to see Oikawa.
”Um.”
“I took a private car to get here.”
”Okay?”
”It’s not here and I’m done.”
”Why am I involved?”
Oikawa huffed, and grabbed Iwaizumi’s other shoulder, pushing him against his car. Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa’s face. His cheeks had a slight blush on them, and his eyebrows were knit together in determination. His lips were pursed, and Iwaizumi just wanted to deal with him right here. But he had human decency, and pushed Oikawa off of him.
”Get in the car.”
”I thought you’d never ask!”
—
Iwaizumi opened the door to his house, Oikawa practically falling on top of him when they went over the threshold.
”Chill out, would you?”
”I can’t when someone like you is right in front of me-“ he paused, looking around the house. “This house is almost as big as mine.”
Iwaizumi grabbed the other’s face with his hands and yanked it towards him.
”Why can’t you just shut up?”
A different look replaced Oikawa’s confident expression.
”Make me.”
Iwaizumi smashed their lips together, making Oikawa release a whine. The other seemed to regain his composure as quickly as it had left him, pushing a finger to Iwaizumi’s chest.
“You don’t get to make the first move. You don’t have tall people privileges.”
Iwaizumi scoffed.
”This is my house. And I could care less. I guess we’re breaking the rules tonight, huh?” Oikawa just pouted at him. It was strangely endearing.
Almost forgetting the task at hand, Iwaizumi pulled him down again to kiss him, this time feeling Oikawa’s tongue sliding into his mouth.
The latter mimicked the motion, grabbing Oikawa’s ass and slowly guiding the two of them toward the bedroom.
Iwaizumi’s hand felt its way to Oikawa’s hair, tugging slightly. The corners of Iwaizumi’s lips turned up at the moan Oikawa let out, the vibrations echoing through their mouths.
As the two made it into the bedroom, Oikawa’s slender fingers pushed against Iwaizumi’s shoulders, clearly trying to push his back against the bed.
Instead, Oikawa slipped on the wood flooring and pushed Iwaizumi to sit on the edge of his bed, Oikawa on the floor in front of his groin.
If Iwaizumi could take a picture of how Oikawa’s expression shifted once he figured out what he was looking at, he would.
”Oh my god please let me suck your dick.”
Iwaizumi almost laughed at how straightforward the other man was.
“Alright..” Iwaizumi said, leaning down and pulling Oikawa’s hair so he would look up. “But I don’t want to see you doing anything other than that, okay? No touching yourself.” He smirked at Oikawa’s defeated expression.
”Fuck, fine,” Oikawa agreed. Iwaizumi eagerly watched him unzip his pants, and how his eyes widened at seeing the large bulge in Iwaizumi’s boxers. He peeled away the fabric, and paused.
“What. Afraid you can’t take it all? I thought a whore like you would be able to do this easy.”
“Iwa-chan, it’s so big-“ Iwaizumi grinned cockily. With one swift motion, he pulled Oikawa’s mouth onto his dick.
Iwaizumi almost bottomed out at the sudden heat, the wetness of Oikawa’s mouth only furthering his erection. He felt Oikawa sink deeper, and had to tilt his head back in ecstasy as he felt the brunette’s tongue start exploring its way around his cock.
Iwaizumi pushed up, and his hips stuttered as Oikawa met his thrust, taking all of Iwaizumi in his mouth. He let out a groan, thrusting up again. Oikawa moaned as his hands went to the spandex he was wearing. Iwaizumi noticed the motion, and pushed into Oikawa hard.
The movement caused Oikawa to gag, and take notice of Iwaizumi himself.
”What did I fucking tell you. Can you not keep your stupid hands on the bed? Do I need to tie your fucking wrists together so you don’t disobey me?” He watched Oikawa shake his head around his dick, eyes wide and filled with lust.
Oikawa wasn’t doing enough. Iwaizumi repositioned the hand that was placed in Oikawa’s hair, and started to fuck his throat. He had to throw his head back to take in the crazy feeling, and by the moans Oikawa was letting out, he was having a pretty good time himself.
Feeling the vibrations of the other’s moans against his dick was enough to push Iwaizumi over the edge. He pulled out slightly to come all over Oikawa’s beautiful face.
He watched that pretty pink tongue lick his lips, tasting what Iwaizumi had left on him. Iwaizumi pulled his head up to face him.
”I think I like you better like this.”
”Aww, you like me Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes at Oikawa before picking him up and throwing him on the bed. Oikawa laid on his back and grabbed Iwaizumi’s face, attempting to taste every part of his mouth. Iwaizumi pulled away. He pulled off the tight polo shirt, immediately feeling hands groping his chest and arms.
”Needy much?”
”You’re so hot, how can’t I be?”
”God, just take off your clothes.”
Oikawa made sure to take his time pulling off his shirt, arching his back as he did so, and sticking his butt out when he took off his pants.
Not waiting for his boxers to come off, Iwaizumi grabbed his wrists and pulled them up above his head. He then leaned back in to bite at Oikawa’s jawline, slowly making his way down Oikawa’s torso.
He enjoyed watching Oikawa squirm under the stimulation. It was almost wimpy how much precum was leaking through his boxers.
Iwaizumi grabbed his waist, and flipped him over. “Ass up,” he demanded, pushing Oikawa’s shoulders down and slipping two fingers under the elastic strap of his boxers to pull them off.
”Ugh, why can’t I do anything? This isn’t fair-“ The brunette’s complaints were cut short by Iwaizumi shoving two fingers in his mouth. He twisted them around, feeling Oikawa’s spit form a layer on the digits.
“Now you did something. Fucking slut.” Iwaizumi used the two wet fingers and lined them up with Oikawa’s pretty pink hole. He shoved his fingers in with no warning, pulling an “Ah!~” from Oikawa as he arched into Iwaizumi’s touch. He slowly pumped his fingers as he searched for lube in his dresser with the other hand.
Finding the lube, he pulled his fingers out of Oikawa and squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. He looked over at Oikawa, whose mouth was slightly open, cheeks pink, and eyes entranced in the sight that was his cock.
“Why is all you’re looking at my dick?”
”Cause it’s massive,” Oikawa breathed as he bit his lip. “And I need it inside me.”
Iwaizumi’s dick twitched at the statement. Oikawa smiled as he seemed to take notice.
Iwaizumi put a hand on Oikawa’s ass, squeezing the smooth skin before putting his fingers back inside Oikawa. He moved them around a bit before putting in a third. Bending his fingers, he searched for the right spot. He was met with a long groan and a push into his touch when he hit it.
“Right there~”
Iwaizumi grinned and moved where his fingers were only occasionally grazing against Oikawa’s prostate, dragging beautiful sounds out of the other.
”Need-more-“
Iwaizumi pulled his fingers out, and leaned down to look at Oikawa.
”What?”
”I need-you-“
“Are you already too fucked out? I think we might have to end things here. If you’re done-“ Oikawa reached a hand out to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss; more teeth and tongue than anything. They pulled away and Oikawa could form sentences again.
”I want, god I need you to fuck me. Right now. Please just-“ Iwaizumi had lubed up his dick and lined it up before Oikawa had even finished his sentence, cutting him off by pushing inside Oikawa’s tight walls. He felt Oikawa’s legs shake as he took in Iwaizumi.
He looked to see Oikawa with an angry expression.
”Don’t just tease me! I’m not fucking weak, put it all in.”
Iwaizumi obliged, harshly shoving the rest of his length into Oikawa. Oikawa screamed his name at the motion, only encouraging Iwaizumi to not be gentle. He found Oikawa’s prostate again, and lined up to hit it every time. He started to thrust hard, and only made Oikawa moan his name louder. The look on his face was delicious. His eyes were on the verge of cross-eyed, rolling up into his head, and his lips were puffy and gorgeous.
Oikawa’s walls were pulsing around him, and Iwaizumi thought he was seeing stars. He kept up the pace, and leaned down to Oikawa again.
“Past the rich and overconfident part of you, you’re just a little fuck toy for me, yeah?”
“Yes-always~”
”Oh! Is the whore Oikawa only satisfied when I’m fucking him?”
“Nobody’s as fucking good as you, Iwa-chan-“ Oikawa whined. “And fuck, it turns me on when you degrade me like this.”
”Nasty bitch. You don’t want to be treated right. You just wanna get your brains fucked out of you as hard as you can. A little bit of a masochist, huh?”
Oikawa nodded, breathing in harshly as Iwaizumi snaked a hand around his neck, pulling up so Oikawa felt more restrained. He squeezed a bit, enjoying the sound Oikawa made in response.
He picked up his pace in Oikawa, running a hand down the arch in his back and digging his fingers into the skin as he went. Oikawa moaned loudly. He saw Oikawa’s hands reach for his own erection, which Iwaizumi batted away.
“I need to come-“
”Why should you?”
“Mmph, Iwaizumi, please let me come~” he tried in a voice that made Iwaizumi want to come himself. Iwaizumi reached a hand down under Oikawa, only stroking once before the brunette came, limbs spazzing around Iwaizumi, who fucked him through his orgasm.
It wasn’t too long before Iwaizumi felt himself climaxing. He started to pull out, but heard an annoyed sound from Oikawa.
”Stop-I want you to-fill me up~“
Iwaizumi didn’t need a second thought as he came inside Oikawa, letting go of his neck and pulling out. Oikawa flopped down, cum leaking out of his hole, and Iwaizumi laid down next to him.
“We should get cleaned up.”
”Iwa-chan’s horse cock has made it so I cannot walk, so he will have to carry me.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, but picked up Tooru nonetheless, taking them to the bathroom to wash up.
—
Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes, the sunlight of the morning hitting his face. He was about to roll over, when he felt a weight on his chest. He looked down to see fluffy brown hair and a sleeping Oikawa.
Iwaizumi ran a hand through his hair. The sensation made Oikawa lift his head, eyes slowly blinking awake. He looked really pretty when he had just woken up, Iwaizumi would admit.
Oikawa turned to see Iwaizumi, and leaned in to kiss him. Iwaizumi was a little shocked at how soft the moment was, taking into account the night before. The moment was immediately broken when Oikawa started talking.
”Let’s go to the coffee shop downtown in half an hour. You’re paying.”
Much to Iwaizumi’s annoyance, he agreed, laughing when Oikawa almost fell trying to stand up, stretching his back like an old man.
Well, maybe more than a one-night stand would be nice.