#iguro obanai x black reader
Don’t Say Her Name - Chapter 2
summary: collection of angsty oneshots surrounding being fwb with obanai when both parties harbor feelings for someone else
genre: smut (18+)
warnings:thigh riding, dirty talk, choking
pairing: iguro × black!fem oc / reader
his voice calmly announced himself with the door shut behind him, catching her ear as well as her eager intentions.
“hey.” he’d started to ask how she was for the sake of formal greetings, but was quickly thrown a plump thigh to squeeze around his side, and a slow, soft graze of teeth to his ear that preceded her breathy ‘hey’ back– both of which had him hissing through his teeth.
he’s quickly aware of how the depth of his growl failed to hide his appreciation.
"nnm shit…“
"who are you trying to sound sexy for?” she laughed, following his murmured instruction to hop on him, so he could carry her in full air straddle. he was exceptionally strong for his stature– jade could remember even the first time that he displayed what his slender muscle could do; it never hurt when she was needy to play in the sheets. something suggested to her that obanai could tell, given how he responded with a tight squeeze to her underthighs.
“you choose now to ask ridiculous questions– you lept on me and nipped my ear two seconds in the door, what do you expect from me,” he carried her easily to her bedroom, humming amusement at how she squealed when he threw her onto the sheets. her body was– for the most part –on display for him already, with his friend in nothing aside from white hipster panties and a black tee she’d apparently gotten a little scissor happy with cropping. it was a sight he could heartily appreciate, for the view it graced him with. black cotton was fringing and breezed over brown skin, only reaching just below her areola, barely granting him the sight of those two fetching little mounds resting atop her chest… and a lacy pattern accentuated the plentiful curve of her hips where she lay on her back awaiting him. there had never been difficulty at all with her getting him hard, especially when she would worry her index finger in her teeth, giving him sultry and expectant looks above a body blessed for sin.
like she did now.
“what has he done now to get you like this,” his cool, deep voice mused, coated in a pleased shade of awe.
“say what?” jade gawked in theatrical surprise, “you wanna hear about giyuu all of a sudden?”
she had her answer swiftly: it was a viperous 'no’, given not from anything he said, but from every consequent move obanai made from the second she dared to tease with mention of the swim star, starting from how his face lost all of the growing fondness that was there not a second earlier.
his hands instantly grew vicious. if she couldn’t tell from the one that gripped her ankle to rest at his shoulder, jade could damn well be sure it with how the other clasped the vice grip that he did on her neck.
“don’t–” he grunted, snatching her down to the end of the bed, until the curve of her ass pressed flush against his groin, “–dare say that illiterate’s worthless name to me.”
both of their hearts belonged to another.
it was made no secret between them–obanai’s harbored feelings for mitsuri, and jade’s pining over giyuu. but the two confided their hidden wants only to the other, barring iguro’s truly painful obviousness of his swooning. neither of them possessed the self-esteem to come clean to their respective would-be’s. obanai was too mute and bashful, rather choosing to drown in self-sanctioned unrequited feelings for his hesitancy. jade resigned herself for her too-clear differences with the object of her desires. while introverts were quite naturally drawn to her, giyuu was far too much a male of focus. she had accepted being little more than an extra lump in the formless mass that lay out of the man’s tunnel vision… and done so long ago.
the two of them, however, were drawn to each other as poles of a magnet, opposite yet amiable in being so. they were both outliers of the norm in their own respect, obanai from his silence and appearance, jade
being a sore thumb as a foreign, black, american student in their university.
it worked well in their favor, from the play out of college courses. from the first partnered project she had eased over to his seat to form a pair of the two of them, they remained so unto present.
“you must have known no one would have an interest in partnering with me,” she could recall him reminiscing some time later. the way he displayed his humor was so dry, but the most faint tuck of his inner cheek was his smile whenever he was being playful. it tickled her.
“i knew you wouldn’t get up and ask anybody, so i asked you. you act like you’re the one that came up winning from it,” she laughed, “i got the come up—- you’re the chemistry major, now i get A’s and you’re forced be polite and stay my friend outta decency.”
“not entirely,” he answered, tipping her phone down with his pen to inspect her test answers thusfar. he looked satisfied, quickly returning to his TA notes and tea, “i’ve come away with good company.”
she was just about to smile.
“i get some sumptuous cat every now and again, too. who could complain there.”
that sudden roughness wrenched a gasping moan from her, bringing her to curl her hips against the forming tent in his pants.
“okay…"
to her breathless reply, obanai gave a squeeze to her that made her arousal seep well through her panties. even with the rage he played up, he delivered nothing but the deepest sensation of eroticism through his touch, and knew just how to constrict her blood flow to make her head light. "that is nowhere near good enough,” he warned, petting her pulse with the pad of his thumb, “make it clear to me that you understand. now.”
“i’m sorry, o, i won’t… i won’t…” she swore. in her growing heat she canted her skull into the bed, making her neck arch further into his palm.
“you won’t what,” he pressed, teeth clenched. jade supposed he hammered a thrust against her center for further incentive, but it worked only to scramble her thoughts awry with how wet he was getting her.
“oh fuck..! i won’t say it, obanai! i won’t say his name..!"
he took his bitter time to mull over her sincerity to himself, indifferent to her squirming all the while. it looked to have been enough in the end– if barely. he only released his hold with a curt 'hmph’ and nothing more. she looked up to his heterochromatic stare, just in time to see the flippant way in which he brushed her ankle from his shoulder– insultingly, with a flick of the wrist and the backs of his knuckles.
every indicator of his displeasure was growing sexier… now, slow heaves moved his chest, swelling and re-swelling in indignation with each riled breath iguro took.
this was so different, and it aroused her heavily.
he made her want to beg.
jade let her fingers curl around his belt, timid and sheepish, a stark contrast to the vixen countenance she glared at him with. but even as she rose to her knees in front of him, obanai’s expression held its impenetrable annoyance– in fact, it now verged on contempt. had she not known him, she would have been worried at the possibility that he would turn and leave her there unsatisfied. but she knew the hate he felt wasn’t toward her. and, knowing him as well as she did, jade was well aware that iguro loathed the idea of abandoning tasks; he left nothing unfinished once started, even a favor of fucking. moreover, he was too morally-coded an individual to deny what she needed. especially when she asked him outright.
the same sultry lidding of her eyes met him nose to nose, jade’s lips parted and her breath gently warming his skin behind the cloth of his ever-present mask. soft, teasing kisses over it did nothing to sway him; his eyes were still distaste-hardened, keeping their glare on her, and he himself remained unmoved. though, to her delight, he did not stop her from showering her affections. and while his expression never changed from the same repulsed sneer, she could feel his hand snaking firmly up her thigh as she pulled the band free from his ear to unveil his mouth.
when she kissed him, his eyes did not close. the hand at her leg squeezed, but he kept that skeptical, condescending, mismatched stare on her as though doubting her sincerity still. even as he opened her mouth to deepen the kiss as he pleased, letting their tongues slowly collide, letting hers reacquaint itself with the metal stud in his, he radiated bitter ire.
the wet 'chut’s of their lips breaking away were making her clit pulse and weep. obanai and his nimble fingers appeared to know it, as if her pussy spoke to him directly, slowing their kisses and sucking her tongue to make them that much louder, that much more filthy. the way he ravished her mouth was intense enough to make her even more light-headed, and wet enough to leave their saliva connecting their mouths even when they had disconnected. just as he brought one index finger to ease the fullness of her bottom lip downward, jade could feel his other slipping past the hem of her underwear and hooking into the crotch, dragging the knuckle languidly down her heated flesh. her eyes fluttered and she knew her slick was coating it, directly where she had already dampened material in his grasp.
"what is this,” he asked, breaking her away from her pleasure. his touch slipped down the line of her throat to open her eyes, and she did– to the sight of him staring at her mouth as his licked his lips.
…so he liked her new lip gloss…
she gave him a faint answer of pineapple papaya, and he hummed, feigning very little intrigue. but the manner of his touch flipped on a switch, yanking the lace of her panties in a fist before he gave his next, low command, “give it to me.”
she surrendered her mouth to his in the next blink, sighing dizzied moans into iguro’s. he was possessed in having all of her taste, hiking her closer to him with handfulls of her ass that were over indulgent to say the least. jade’s mind continued floating away from her body, ascending to astral planes under the man’s skill, dying to be crushed under his weight and filled with what she felt straining against the mound of her cunt.
“sit,” he breathed, with their lips barely parted. drunk and floating, she obeyed to find her pussy flush to his thigh. when he’d slipped his leg onto the bed, she didn’t know. and how she hadn’t noticed just turned her on more. her mouth was eaten up in his while her mind was still scrambling from the contact, and she was reduced to a moaning puddle when his hands coaxed her hips to rock into his– using the smoothest of fluid motion and matching it with his waist. it was one of the things about his sex that could drive her insane, make her orgasms roll one into the other underneath him. especially when he did it to the rhythm of slow music she would sometimes put on when he was over. in the times where jade’s mind was less sex-fogged, she often mentioned to obanai how natural he would be at kompa and gouyad… he practically used them on her every time they were intimate.
the small, breathy grunts he left on her tongue snapped her out of her daze, and she broke their kiss with a whine.
“quit it..! you’re …gonna m- ake me cum..!”
“your point being?” he asked, callous and dry, “i’m well aware. and i’ll make you cum however i please,” he growled, lowering his mouth to cradle the bed of her breast in his tongue, speaking again when he’d glid a slithering lick to her nipple, “you told me you needed it.”
“it’s a dick appointment, you ass,” she breathed, just for him to shut her up again with his lips. she mewed, feeling her walls begin to flutter with him still guiding her to ride his thigh.
“that, you’ll get when i give it to you,” he answered, “i happen to feel like making you bust a few times before then. so you may as well cum now.”
god, and did she. obanai took painstaking measures to ensure she did– using every game-ending turn on of hers that he could implement right then. looking at her under sultry lashes, he rolled his lip into a bite for her to take in. one hand slid up her body, covered in pronounced veins running up to his arm that she found sexy as all hell, and gripped her shirt in a tight fist. with her pert bosom finally freed, he pulled her up by her top, bringing her ear to his mouth to give a dark and velvet purr, “behave like you want my dick and cum on me… I’ll give it to you until you shake.”
she was quivering then, sent into orgasm and feeling each shockwave strengthen from his voice.
“f..fffuck you…” she cursed through chattering teeth just before throwing her head back, moaning and clutching at his hair.
he always delivered when she asked. his shyness fell away for her pleasure’s sake. it was what he did for her. and when it was his needs being met, she did the same.
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