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"Hey gorgeous," a voice calls from behind.
You're at a new nightclub that just recently opened. You and your friends have been planning this night for weeks. Getting in was no easy feat due to the popularity, but you finally made it. Unfortunately, your friends all found guys to dance with at the speed of light, so now you're sitting alone at the bar, nursing a beer. It's not like you're mad at them, in fact, you cheered them on, but what now? Not exactly the night you planned for. But maybe that's about to change. You turn in your barstool, hoping for a knight in shining armor to get you out of here.
Standing in front of you is a tall man with brown wavy hair. He's a bit lean, but you can see his biceps flex as he reaches up to wave at you. He's smiling at you, but you can tell there's something mischievous about the way he's presenting himself to you. He's a pretty boy--not exactly your type--but still cute.
"Hi there," you reply, deciding to humor him for a bit. It's not like you have anything better to do.
He beams, glad that you decided to continue the conversation. "What're you doing here all by yourself? Pretty thing like you should have tons of guys swarming around, right?" He steps closer and leans his back against the bar, now directly next to you. He smells faintly of expensive cologne and alcohol.
You laugh a little, "Well, I should, but I guess not." You gesture to the empty space.
"Well, their loss. And all you really need is me, right?" He smirks and brings himself closer to you. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him. He suddenly stands up straight, leaning back against the bar. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"Wait, where are my manners? I should introduce myself. I'm Tooru, Tooru Oikawa. Don't get too familiar though," he laughs at his own little joke, and you just stare. He can't be serious. Clearing his throat, he holds out a hand to shake. "And you are?"
You force yourself to smile sweetly as you tell him your name and go to shake his hand. Before you're able to shake it, Oikawa grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips to kiss it. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Ugh, can this guy get any more corny?
You pull your hand away with a smile, but you kind of wish that he'd just go away. Oikawa opens his mouth to say something but he's interrupted by a man clapping a hand down on his shoulder. You gape at the man, eyes flitting over his tight gray button-up and the outlines of his muscles. He's a bit shorter than his friend, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in build.
You glance at his face and immediately feel yourself heat up. His eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance but the sharp, pissed off look is pretty attractive. Now this is your type.
"Oikawa, where the hell have you been?" he yells, raising his voice to be heard over the club music. "One of your fangirls has been practically foaming at the mouth looking for you. I left her with Mattsun and Makki, but I don't know how long they can hold her off for."
At this, you look back at Oikawa, raising an eyebrow. He grins back at you sheepishly, raising his hands in surrender.
"Okay, you guessed it, I'm a super hot and sexy playboy," Oikawa chuckles. "I had to get away, but I am glad I met you. I was hoping we could talk a bit more." You're not entirely convinced by his words, and he can see that. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Iwa," he glares at his friend who just shrugs.
"Hey, you do this shit to yourself. I'm just the poor messenger who gets caught up," his friend says, crossing his arms.
"Whatever, I'll go. Keep (y/n) here company for me, though. I still wanna talk." Oikawa winks at you before waving goodbye and disappearing into the crowd.
You notice his friend--Iwa?--roll his eyes as he turns to you. He pauses for a minute, seeming like he's actually looking at you for the first time. He notices you staring and regains his composure, giving you an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about my friend, he can be a real piece of shit sometimes. I'm Iwaizumi," he adds. Iwaizumi stands next to you at the bar, leaning his crossed arms on it. He's so close to you that you get flustered, but you don't want him to leave. "(Y/n), right?"
You nod, wondering why you're so excited he remembered your name when Oikawa said it not even five minutes ago. You shift a bit in your seat, trying to ignore the growing pit in your stomach.
Iwaizumi glances at the beer bottle in your hand and raises an eyebrow. "So, what's your story?"
You take a sip and shrug. "I come here with my friends, they leave to dance with some boys, I find the bar, I wallow in misery as shitty guys with shitty jokes approach me. A classic, don't you think?" Iwaizumi laughs a bit and motions the bartender to come.
"Two shots of vodka, please, and keep 'em coming," Iwaizumi tells the bartender as he sits down on the stool next to you. The bartender nods as he goes to get you the drinks. You eye the man sitting next to you in disbelief. "What?" he asks, feigning confusion.
"Vodka? I wanted to wallow in my misery, not get absolutely shit-faced."
"Why not both?" Iwaizumi responds with a cheeky grin. You laugh and nudge him, downing the rest of your bottle as the bartender serves your drinks. "At the very least, hopefully you'll forget about that shitty guy with shitty jokes." He hands you your shot glass, holding up his own.
"Hopefully," you add with a laugh, clinking your glass with his. You throw the drink into your mouth, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat. You cough a bit, your face contorting in discomfort. "No, I definitely will."
Iwaizumi laughs through coughs, his shoulder bumping yours playfully. You look up at him smiling, realizing how quickly your mood changed once you two started talking.
Your bartender brings the second round of shots, and you both quickly take those too, laughing and flirting with each other.
Your mind is starting to feel a bit hazy, but you're not entirely sure if it's because of the alcohol or the way Iwaizumi is making you feel right now. Every time he looks at you, you notice his eyes drag down your body. He's gotten closer to you since he first sat down, slowly inching his body towards yours. You've been trying to act as normal as possible, but it's a bit difficult to manage when you're both tipsy and horny.
Feeling a bit bold with the liquid courage running through your veins, you decide to further your actions. After all, you're determined to have some fun tonight.
"...So I decided to pursue sports science in college, and now I'm an athletic trainer," Iwaizumi says, finishing a story he'd started earlier.
Time to put on some charm. You raise an eyebrow, leaning in a bit. You look into his eyes before dropping them down to his biceps, tracing a finger along the inner part of the muscle. You feel his body tense up a bit under your touch. "So what I'm hearing is..." You glance back at him through your upper lashes. "You're strong."
Iwaizumi grins, a bit of pride glinting in his eyes. "I mean, a little," he replies in an attempt to be modest.
"That sounds like it'd come in handy," you say matter-of-factly, with a faint smile.
"Handy..." Iwaizumi tilts his head slightly, but the look in his eyes lets you know he's completely aware of what you mean.
You pull yourself back, removing your touch from him, and turn towards the bottles on the wall behind the bar. This is working, right?
As you think this, you feel a pair of lips brush up against your ear and it takes everything in you to not gasp out loud. A hand is placed on your bare thigh just below the hem of your dress, a thumb rubbing soft circles along the inside. Chills run through your body.
"I know I'm supposed to be keeping you company, but you don't really wanna talk to that piece of shit, do you?" Iwaizumi murmurs in a low voice, his warm breath tickling your skin. You can feel him smirk against your ear, and you get goosebumps.
You pull away to look at him. He's staring at you with lust-filled eyes that weren't there a moment ago. You don't even need to say anything.
Iwaizumi pulls a bunch of cash out of his wallet and throws it onto the bar, not bothering to count. He immediately engulfs you in a kiss, making you get up from your seat. It's hot and hard to breathe, but you're pushing your lips against his, enjoying every second of it. Someone whistles at you and Iwaizumi pulls away, glaring at the crowd of people, trying to find the culprit.
Wordlessly, you pull Iwaizumi away. Yeah, that kind of sucked, but you refuse to let it ruin your night.
The blaring music and strobing lights make the moment feel much more surreal. As you make your way through the club, you think about where you could go. The wet feeling between your legs is telling you that you definitely cannot wait until you get home, so you lead Iwaizumi to the one place with privacy: the restroom.
At first, you're a bit worried that Iwaizumi will think you're some kind of prostitute, but as you pull him into the single stall bathroom, Iwaizumi quickly pushes the door shut, locking it behind him as he smashes his lips onto yours again. The force causes you to stumble backwards, your back meeting with the cold tiled wall. Your purse falls to the ground, but you don’t bother to pick it up. He places his hand behind your neck, partly to stabilize you, but also to bring your face closer.
"You're so...fucking...sexy...." Iwaizumi mumbles breathlessly in between kisses. "Could barely...keep my eyes off you." You moan as he starts to suck at your bottom lip, and he uses the chance to slip his tongue in. You can taste the vodka.
"Glad you felt the same way," you mutter, feeling your panties get slicker by the second. At this point, you're wondering if you even drank today because Iwaizumi's touch is sobering. You dig your fingers through his hair as his body presses against yours. You realize you can feel the growing bulge in his pants, so you take the opportunity to grind against his black jeans. He groans into your mouth, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.
You get a chance to breathe, opening your eyes and letting your pupils focus on the harsh fluorescent lights. You don't get much time, because seconds later, Iwaizumi presses his mouth against yours again.
He brings his hand away from your head and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you, all without breaking away from your lips. You let out a gasp, quickly hooking your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. Your back slides up against the wall, while his chest presses on your breasts. You can feel his muscles flex behind you as he goes to squeeze your ass, and a bit of arousal drips down, dampening your underwear.
Humiliation washes over you as you realize that your pussy is practically pressed against his stomach in your current position, something that had not occurred to you earlier. Iwaizumi shifts you a bit, making your clit rub against his abs through the fabric. It throbs at the friction, getting more and more excited.
He pulls away from the kiss, noticing a bit of drool hanging from your swollen lips. Iwaizumi removes an arm from behind you, somehow keeping you steady in his other arm. He wipes away your spit with his thumb, making a big show of bringing the appendage back to his lips to lick it off.
“Told you I was strong,” Iwaizumi grins.
“Shut up.”
A hand slides under your dress, stroking your thighs. You jolt at the sensitive touch.
His finger finds itself dragging over your panties, touching the damp spot. He laughs a bit. "So fucking wet," he spits out, pulling away from you with a smirk.
"Touch me."
Without a moment's hesitation, Iwaizumi pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the sink counter. He plops you down and pushes you so your back is touching the mirror. The counter is cold and wet, but you barely notice. You pull your dress up, moving to open your legs, but Iwaizumi gets there first, placing two strong hands on either knee and yanking them apart. He does this a little roughly, nearly knocking you off the counter entirely.
You glare at him, not that he notices. He’s staring at your thighs like a child opening gifts on Christmas. You heat up as you watch him suck at the middle and ring fingers on his right hand. He pulls them out with a trail of saliva hanging, almost making you forget what you’re mad about. Almost. “Hey, what the hell--“
Without any warning, Iwaizumi pulls your panty to the side with his left hand and shoves a wet finger into your pussy.
You moan loudly, throwing your head back and clutching his arm. He keeps a quick pace, barely giving you a chance to process. Feelings of pleasure start to simmer at the bottom of your stomach. "Oh, f-fuck..."
"Say that again."
" Fuck! "
"Good girl," Iwaizumi breathes out, silently slipping in another finger. You shriek at the overwhelming pleasure, grabbing at his shirt.
He’s been trying to keep you busy so you won't notice, but every moan, every word that comes out of your mouth, every hitch of your breath sends his cock twitching in his jeans and it's becoming difficult to bear. He begins to twist his fingers inside, your legs trembling.
You throw a leg around his waist in order to keep yourself balanced, but Iwaizumi decides to use this chance to switch it up. He pulls his fingers out of you and lets your panty snap back into place. You open your mouth to complain, but he immediately shoves his fingers inside before you have a chance to speak. You nearly choke, tears springing to your eyes as you gag. He drags his fingers across your tongue, practically forcing you to clean your own wetness off of him, before pulling them out again.
You try to speak again, but Iwaizumi firmly grasps the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his. Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyelids fluttering from pleasure. Shit, he sure knows how to get what he wants.
Still a bit annoyed with how he was acting though, you grind your palm against his dick through his dark jeans and he curses quietly. He grabs your hand and unzips his jeans, pulling his cock out. You gape at the girth for a second as it bobs in the air before he pulls a little wrapper out of his back pocket. That thing is most definitely going to stretch you out, not that you’re mad about it.
"Gotta stay safe," Iwaizumi chuckles, tearing the package open and slipping the tight rubber on. You grab his cock and bring it near your entrance, grazing your fingers up the shaft before rubbing his tip. He tightens his lips together in an attempt to stifle a moan, but you can hear it through a grunt that escapes his throat.
Your pussy pulsates at the sound, arousal leaking down your thighs. Iwaizumi takes his cock from your hands, letting you get comfortable. He drags it up and down your glistening folds, teasing the opening. Using his free hand, he rubs a few circles over your clit, allowing your body to prepare itself. Slick drips down you in anticipation.
You groan, pulling him closer. "Please."
"What was that?" Iwaizumi pulls away with a smirk, acting as if he didn't hear you.
You glare at him. "I said please."
"Hey, be nice."
You sigh, "Pl--"
Before you get to finish the word, Iwaizumi pushes his cock into your pussy. The stretch shocks you, even though you thought you were ready, and you lose your breath for a second as you dig your nails into his arms. His cock is wider than it looks, and it stings when he enters you. Tears well up in your eyes.
Iwaizumi notices your discomfort and stops. "Oh, shit. I can stop--"
"No," you say firmly, catching your breath. You look at him and try to blink the tears away, though you can already feel a bit of eyeliner running. "I'm fine."
Iwaizumi nods as you give his biceps a squeeze and he continues, slower this time. "Such a good pussy," he coos, attempting to distract you from the slight pain you still felt. "Taking me so well, much better than any other whore I've done."
For some reason, his words add another layer of excitement. Your pussy starts to feel more relaxed around his dick, and he's able to pick up the pace without hurting you.
"Am I a whore?" You have no idea why you're asking this. This sounds nothing like you, but people say the sex brain functions differently than the normal brain.
Iwaizumi curls his lips upward as he stares you down. "Do you want to be?"
You nod slightly. This seems to unlock something in Iwaizumi because he thrusts his cock into you. Pleasure rolls through your thighs as you wrap your legs around him to get a better hold.
"Makes sense. A whore like you would go straight to the bathroom to fuck, huh?" Iwaizumi growls under his breath, pounding into you. Your eyelids flutter shut. "Such a filthy place, befitting for a filthy slut." He drags out the last two words quietly, emphasizing the 't' in slut.
One of his hands stays at the top of your thigh, thumb hooked on your panty in order to keep it away from your pussy for full access.
You wrap your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself, your entire body rocking with each thrust. Iwaizumi starts to get deeper, still carefully watching for any cues of discomfort, but he needn't worry. Your pussy is beginning to ache for relief and your hips keep bucking up to enhance the pleasure.
“What an impatient whore,” Iwaizumi chuckles lowly, rubbing a hand over your cheek. He pulls out and you groan from the sudden lack of stimulation. “I think I’ve been treating you too nicely so far. We should fix that, don’t you think?”
Your eyes widen as Iwaizumi pulls your legs, making you slide off the counter. He catches you by your torso so you don’t fall, letting your feet touch the ground gently. Your legs tremble achingly after being babied throughout this entire ordeal, barely able to hold you up.
Iwaizumi turns you around so your ass is facing him and lifts your dress above your waist, yanking your panties down.
“Bend over,” Iwaizumi demands. Apparently you take too long, because he pushes your back down over the counter. You can see the two of you in the mirror above the sink, positioned in such a lewd way it makes you want to look away. Black streaks stain your face from the tears you didn’t even know were falling.
Iwaizumi laughs, noticing you looking from the reflection. “You might be a little slut, but you’re real fucking hot, I’ll give you that.” He leans forward, turning your face to the side so he can place a filthy loud kiss on your lips.
You barely get a chance to process what’s going on before Iwaizumi slams his fat cock into your tight hole, your walls clenching around him. The brunt of the entrance propels you forward, causing your hips to crash into the counter. You let out a guttural moan, the pain transforming into pleasure. Your legs shake harder and he has to grasp your waist firmly so you don’t collapse.
You’re definitely going to feel this in the morning.
You try to watch Iwaizumi work through the mirror, a thin layer of sweat covering his face. He’s gritting his teeth as he pushes into you repeatedly. You notice his muscles rippling slightly with the impact of each thrust. You eye his chest, thinking that you’d give anything just to see his back muscles right now. He bends over you, hot and heavy breaths tickling the back of your neck.
“Shit,” Iwaizumi huffs, tilting his head back. “You feel so fucking good around me. Your tight, little pussy takes me so well. You’re a special whore, aren’t you?” You feel his cock jump inside you and your knees almost completely buckle from the sensation. Your walls start to tighten.
“I-Iwaizumi,” you manage to squeak out between thrusts. Iwaizumi stares at you through the mirror. “I’m close.”
Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, an evil smile spreading across his face. “Oh, really?” You nod furiously, shutting your eyes as the pleasure builds. “Shouldn’t a slut like you be able to last longer than that?” You whine in complaint, unable to tell how long it's been since you started anyway. He laughs, “That’s okay, because now I get to fuck you stupid.”
Your eyes widen, staring at him in disbelief. Was he not doing that before?
Suddenly Iwaizumi stands up straight and pushes all the way in, your ass meeting his hips. His dick reaches your g-spot, causing your body to tremble. Your pussy aches from being stretched unbelievably wide, but you don’t want him to stop. Quick, short gasps leave your mouth, timed with the wet sound of his pelvis hitting against your ass.
“Oh my god,” you moan as the claps of skin meeting skin fill the air.
“You’re too loud,” Iwaizumi scowls, hooking his fingers on the side of your open mouth and pulling a bit, stretching your lips. “Shut it.” You close your mouth around his fingers, swirling a tongue around his digits. You shut your eyes, unable to look at yourself in the mirror like this.
“Hey, hey. Who said you could stop looking?” He pulls his arm with his fingers still in your mouth, causing your neck to snap up. Spit is drooling from your mouth onto his fingers, but Iwaizumi could not be more turned on right now. Seeing this mess he created, a completely different version of you than the one he met a few hours ago, it fuels him.
“Open your eyes,” Iwaizumi whispers in a firm voice. You look at him through blurry, tear-filled vision in the mirror, and he simply shakes his head. “Not me, baby, look at you.” Your pussy clenches at the way he says ‘baby,’ and he doesn’t fail to notice.
“Ohhhh,” he chuckles in a sadistic way. “You like that?” You nod, mumbling affirmations he can’t understand since your mouth is stuffed with his thick fingers. He bends over again, chest touching your back, to murmur in your ear, “Well, you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Bringing his hand under your chin, he grips your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself.
You watch yourself get pounded into, bouncing towards the mirror with every thrust. Your makeup is smeared from sweat and tears, and your hair is sticking to your forehead. You can barely recognize yourself as the girl who got all dressed up earlier to hang out with her friends.
“Wow,” Iwaizumi says in a hushed voice. “Look at that. Little slut getting all ruined from my cock... Do you like it, the way it feels?”
You nod again, tears now forcing their way down your cheeks from humiliation.
Iwaizumi sighs, relaxing his arm and standing back up straight. You’re able to bring your head down again. “Good… Baby, you’re so hot, taking me like this.”
A stifled groan escapes your throat at his words. You can feel the sensation in your core stretching your nerves tighter and tighter as it gets close to orgasm.
You’ve never had sex like this before. It’s not like it was bad before, you just preferred the slow, passionate route. But now that you’ve been introduced to this--this rough, mean sex--you’re not sure you could ever go back. It’s like it unlocked something in you, something that has always been missing. It’s unbelievable to you that this is even enjoyable in the first place.
You peek a glance at Iwaizumi through the mirror and he’s now staring at your ass in a sort of awe. You try not to completely die from embarrassment when you realize how hard it’s jiggling from the impact.
“Oh, wow,” he laughs, grabbing a handful of ass and shaking it.
You push your ass back in a way to shut him up, and boy, does it work. As Iwaizumi goes in for a deep thrust, you meet his hips quicker than he thought you would and it throws him off guard. He throws his head back and his curse transforms into a moan as he yanks his fingers out of your mouth to grip into your soft skin.
Iwaizumi’s cock convulses inside you and a warm feeling spreads within your pussy.
“Fuck!” Iwaizumi growls, continuing to pound into you as he cums. His nails dig into your sides, leaving marks. He slows his thrusts, wanting to keep his cock inside you for as long as possible when he starts to feel your pussy clench, the walls tightening around his already suctioned dick.
“I-I’m--” is all you’re able to get out before you lift your chest off the counter, arching your back. You reach your orgasm and pleasure rolls throughout your body in waves. Your eyes shut on their own, loud breaths escaping your mouth as you struggle to catch it.
Iwaizumi holds you tightly as you both go through your climaxes. He breathes heavily as he finally pulls out, wiping his face with his forearm.
He chuckles at the sight of his condom, full of thick cum. The tip hangs limply with the substance, coating his dick.
“Do you see that?” Iwaizumi pulls it off gingerly, tying a knot at the open end. “Look at what you did to me.” He knows you’re still listening, hanging onto every word that leaves his mouth. “So good to me, my pretty slut.”
You reach the end of your high at the mixture of his degrading and praising words, going limp and pressing your face against the cold counter. Heavy breaths condensate on the granite.
Normally you would think this whole thing to be disgusting--fucking in a club bathroom? Who knows what weird shit happens here?--but your brain is far too hazy to focus on anything besides the pure euphoria you're feeling right now.
You barely process Iwaizumi lifting you back onto the counter. You watch as he grabs a few paper towels and dampens them under the faucet.
“That,” Iwaizumi starts with a smile, looking at your dazed expression, “Was some good sex.” He begins to drag the paper towels down your thighs, cleaning it of any cum that may have gotten on it.
You snap out of your stupor at the touch, noticing that his dick was already tucked back inside his jeans. He must’ve taken care of himself while you were stuck in the high.
“Yeah,” you sigh, leaning your back against the mirror. “That was.”
Iwaizumi continues to clean you wordlessly, the both of you relishing the comfortable post-sex silence. He helps you down from the counter when he’s done.
You pull your panties back up, bending over slightly to reach them. When you get back up, you notice Iwaizumi staring. You swat him on his arm.
He looks away sheepishly. “Sorry, I just… I fucked you so good, didn’t I?”
You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Only whores speak like that.”
Iwaizumi grins, handing you back the purse you’d completely forgotten about when you entered the bathroom.
Suddenly, he lets out a disappointed sigh, running his hand through his hair. Your stomach drops, thinking you did something wrong as you look at him with a worried expression.
“It’s just such a shame,” Iwaizumi starts, a slow smile creeping onto his face, “That I had to waste all that precious cum.”
You let out a sigh of relief, shoving him a bit.
“No, really.” He brings a hand to your face to stroke your cheek. “I was thinking it would’ve looked much better elsewhere rather than the inside of a condom.”
“Oh, yeah?” You bring your hand up to hold his, rubbing your face into his palm. “Where’d you have in mind?”
Iwaizumi smirks, stepping towards you. You lean back against the counter as his lips brush up against your other cheek, hand still holding your face steady. “Your face. Your tits. Your ass. Maybe even dripping out of your pussy, slow and wet. And I’d watch as it ruins your clothes. You’d stand there with helpless look as it leaks onto the floor.
“Then I’d act like I’m about to clean you up, but I’ll just push it back inside, letting you keep it all nice and warm for me so I can take it and shove it back into your mouth later. I hope it overflows, so it drips down your face onto your neck and maybe even your tits.”
He groans at the thought, hand rubbing your face a bit harder. “You’d look so sexy with it tainting your perfect skin. I’m sure you’d love the taste,” he adds slowly. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip, pulling it down. You open your mouth a bit and he takes his chance to shove his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue.
A familiar heartbeat starts up between your legs as you gape at his lewd description with wide eyes. You heat up, a bit mortified by his words. He thinks all that of you? You feel like you should be disgusted, but you’re not. In fact, your body is screaming at you to yank off your restricting dress and take him raw.
Iwaizumi’s thumb pushes farther into your mouth. “You liked that, didn’t you? My dick between your legs and my fingers inside your mouth? Such a filthy fucking slut, so desperate to stuff her needy holes. Sad that my cock never got to say hello to your pretty little lips. You want to taste my cum so bad, though, don’t you?” His voice is steady at a low growl, while you’ve been holding your breath this entire time.
“I-I do!” You shamefully cry out with a whimper as he removes his thumb. Your chest heaves with loud exhales. He rubs his spit-covered thumb on your cheek, wiping himself clean.
“I just want to see my cum all over your body. I’d cum on you everywhere and anywhere you’d let me. Sounds perfect.” Iwaizumi licks his lips, trying to steel himself as he realizes he’s just turning himself on again.
“I actually never got to see your boobs,” he adds with a bit of a whine.
You giggle, a smirk forming on your lips. The air around the two of you lightens as he falls back a bit, giving you room to breathe. “Don’t worry, you can just see them next time.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes drop down to yours, lips curling up. “So, you’re saying you want there to be a next time?”
You nod, rocking back and forth on your heels. He grins, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You eagerly reach for it, but he holds it away, letting out a laugh.
“No, giving me your number would be too easy, I think.” He pockets his phone again and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
You slowly reach into your bag and pull it out, handing it to him. “Why?”
“I want to know how much you need me, how much you need my cock.” A mischievous grin spreads on his face as he inputs his information. “I want to catch you in a moment of desperation, I want you to be begging for my touch. Only then, will this be truly enjoyable for me.” You shift uncomfortably in your spot, tightening your legs together.
You’re far too embarrassed to tell him that the longer he speaks, the more desperate you’re becoming right now .
He gives you back your phone, innocently smiling as if he has no idea of what he’s doing to you. He does though, and you know it too. You take a look at the screen before putting your phone away.
Iwaizumi Hajime.
“Well, then, (y/n).” He brings your chin up to place a deep, but gentle kiss onto your lips. You all but melt under the newly softened touch. “Until next time.” With that, Iwaizumi unlocks the door and leaves you alone.
Until next time.