Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: And so it ends Warnings:18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring. Words:3.2k
Shuuji Hanma has never been a man to feel fear in his life. When others find themselves feeling alert and on edge, Hanma can do nought but laugh. But since leaving your place… The home that you share with your fiancé, his boss, he believes this may be the closest to panic he’s ever felt. In fact, he’d go as far as to admit he’s a little scared. Kisaki is a crazy fuck, like him. And also not to dissimilarly to Hanma, he’s calculated. He imagines that Kisaki has already gone out of his way to contact his subordinates and alert them of Hanma’s treachery. Hanma is brave, in the sense that he can stay in his penthouse like he didn’treveal he’d been fucking his precious fiancé behind his back. He supposes you were right about one thing.
Shuuji Hanma is a dead man walking.
He’s been sipping his favourite whiskey since the minute he got home. But he isn’t stupid, he needs his wits about him, after all. He’s been nursing the same drink for a longwhile. He needs to consider himself. His next course of action. What has happened. What willhappen. You entering his life after so long was an unexpected cog in his well oiled machine of existence. It had been so long since he’d thought about his favourite slut. His toy. He still can’t believe that he managed to forget you at all.
How could he forget someone he spent so long going out of his way to torment? Someone he forcedto give her virginity to him. He was clumsy then, he’s sure you’ll agree. He had a little experience, more than most, so he knew what he was doing with you. But now, he is matured, he is a man. Despite the fact he sees women as devices to give himpleasure, he knows exactly how to please. And although it’s been so long since he played with your body, it is simply unforgettable. It is his.He’ll touch you just right and make you come undone with so little effort you’ll have barely taken a breath.
Is that why you run to him?
Is that why you’re back in his life?
Because you’re his,aren’t you? You won’t forget something so important like that. You’re always going to be his girl. Hanma’s Toy. It’s engraved in your flesh for that exact reason. But even without that permanent, black, ink. How could you forget someone you gave your virginity too? How could you forget all of the things he did and made you do? You couldn’t. You can’t. Even at such a young age, you wonder if he knew what he was doing. If he wanted to scar you so vehemently that you’d never be able to erase him from the recesses of your mind.
You’re his.
No one else’s.
His.
“Open the door, Hanma.”
It’s familiar. Why wouldn’t he recognise the voice of a man he’s been thick as thieves with for over a decade? With a cigar latched between his lips and his gun in his hands, he stands perfectly adjacent to the front door of his penthouse and points the weapon at the entrance. He has no doubt in his mind that Kisaki has brought an army with him to snuff him out and put an end to the memorable and insufferable Shuuji Hanma.
“It’s open, Tetta.” he responds. The use of his forename enrages Kisaki, a clear snub of his superiority and a lack of respect from Hanma.
He opens the door slowly… slowly… slowly… until they’re face to face with each other. And it’s unbelievable, but somehow, they manage to laugh. Kisaki is pointing his gun at Hanma, and Hanma’s is pointing right back. And for some reason, it’s so fuckingamusing.How did things get like this? At one point or another, Kisaki would have trusted Hanma more than anyone else in the world. Even you. Fuck. You.
“Don’t tell me you came alone.” Hanma queries, refusing to let his guard down but still managing to take a tactical puff of his cigar.
“I did, believe it or not. I’m a reasonable man. Some might say, smart,”
“First I’m hearing about that.” Hanma jokes, earning a snicker from his former friend.
“I figure there’s history. And a simple explanation mightjust clear this all up. So, I haven’t told a damn soul about this. Pour me a drink.” Kisaki speaks and demands as he tilts his head and his gun in the direction of the tumbler of whiskey standing alone at Hanma’s lonely dining table.
“For real?”
“We’ll drink, and I’ll listen to what you have to say. And thenI’ll blow your fucking head off for touching my little wifey.” he talks, calmly. The final sentence sounds like a joke, but his eyes are telling another story. He’s serious, deadly so.
Hanma clears his throat, refusing to lower his gun as he walks closer to the bottle of whiskey. He grabs an extra tumbler, pouring the bronze liquid into the glass while keeping his eyes and gun focused on his boss. Kisaki enters the penthouse, using his foot to close the door behind him.
It’s almost comical, really, how neither of the men refuse to put away their weapons. Even while sitting so close to each other. Their legs spread, a show of dominance, like men do, as they sit and find the most comfortable positions in their seats. It’s almost like a silent contest to display who needs more leg room, which of them has the biggest cock and balls.
It’s Hanma.
Their gun holding arms turn to jelly as they enjoy their drinks. Resting the cool metal killing devices on their legs as they casually sip and slurp as if they’re indulging in last orders at a bar with close friends. A memory they’ve shared more times than they can count. Butthisis nothing like that complacent, relaxing vibe. This is tense.
“She’s missing, now. Have you, uh, seen her?” Kisaki queries.
“No. Why would I have? Doesn’t she have friends?” Hanma responds, calmly. Kisaki studies his eyes. Enough years in this line of work, and you can spot a liar with genuine ease. So, he stares and stares.
“Iknowshe’s here, Hanma.”
Hanma takes another swig of his drink, clearing off the last remaining drops before pouring another for himself. But he shakes his head, adamant he has no idea what he’s referring to.
“You wanted to talk about her, you said. So, what went down after I left?” Hanma asks, a question he’s been dying to know after he fled. He has never felt guilt before. He thinks he might be a sociopath, most days. Or else he wouldn’t have put youthrough everything he did in the past. And yet, for the first time maybeever, he felt bad for leaving you with him tonight. He turned your world upside down and threw you to the wolves. It was too much like the old him. A him he isn’t ashamed of, but he likes to think he is at least a littlebetter than. So, he had to ask. What happened?
“Well. I was mad, you get that, right? It’s understandable, I mean—”
“Did you damage mytoy, Kisaki?”
“Notyours,mine.But, yeah, so fucking what? I beat her black and blue. What sane man wouldn’t?” Kisaki questions. Hanma slams his glass down on the table, earning an explosive laugh from his boss. “Come the fuckon. I loved her, y’know? Spent a fortune on her. Gave her everything.Only for her to cheat with… you. Thought she was my princess, my forever.”
“No one will love her like I can. I’ve loved her since the day I set eyes on her as a kid. So, I’ll tell youone more time. Mytoy.Myprincess.Myforever. I’ll find her and fuck her into the shape of my cock because she is mine.And my name is on her forever, to prove it.” Hanma monologues, it’s relaxed and pointed. Kisaki retains each and every word. An indescribable rage sears through him and he realises he’ll never have what you have with Hanma. History.But that fucking mark.It can be removed. It can be changed. He’s signed his name into your skin tonight in the form of blooming blue and purple blooms. It’s just a shame they aren’t permanent.
“You have to die, that’s a given. Yeah?” Kisaki chuckles, and even Hanma smiles.
“If you think you can kill me. If you thinkI will let that happen. Sure.”
“It’s a matter of pride, man. I loved… loveher. And she ismine, no matter what you say or think. But what she did, I’ll never forgive. I’ll spend the rest of my life making her pay for it.”
“You won’t see her again for the rest of your life, Tetta. Only one of us is getting out of this penthouse alive and I intend on making sure it’s me.”
“She humiliated me. With you.I’m all for happy endings but not at the cost of my own. I can’t lose her to you, man, I can’t.” he tells him, a tone of finality filling his words. Hanma shakes his head, again. In his eyes, he has no choice.
“Do you know I took her purity from her? Even if I die, she’ll never forget me for the simple fact I took her virginity. You don’t forget your first. And, you’ll never be able to love her like I can. Like I do.You’ll have to kill me to stop me from claiming my toy back, but like I said, I have no intention of letting that happen.”
You wonder if it’s the sociopath in him. He’s thankful that Kisaki was looking at his drink when Hanma’s eyes widened, ever so slightly. His heart rate quickened, the organ was pounding as he tried to keep a neutral, poker face. He managed to steady the tremoring of his fingers as he tried to pretend nothing was happening behind Tetta Kisaki. Crossing one leg over the other as he smiled and drank his whiskey in such a nonchalant manner. It roused Kisaki’s suspicion to see Hanma become his usual, cocky self.
Bang.
That cocky, trademark smirk wiped off of Hanma’s face in an instant. Instead, he donned an unimpressed, almost boredthin lipped expression as the blood of your ex-fiancé spattered across his face. He smacked his lips together, attempting to discover whether he could taste copper on his tongue as he paid no mind to your former partners body slump out of his chair and collide with the ground.
You were a coward for killing him like that. His back to you and no way to defend himself. You got him right in the back of his head, and you could only assume there was an exit wound somewhere close to between his eyes as it pissed blood and puddled around his body and seeped into his expensive Louis Vuitton suit.
“S-Shuuji…” you whimpered.
“Shush.” he demanded, getting up from his seat and tutting you into a stunned silence. You murdered someone. Fuck.You, a regular fucking person, killed Tetta Kisaki. Hanma grabbed your shoulders, firmly, kissing your forehead and forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you. “You did the right thing, baby.” he assures you.
“I…killedsomeo-no.Killing is… it’s neverthe right thing!” you feel like you are screaming but in reality your voice has almost died in your throat as you try and articulate your conflicting feelings. He would have probably killed youfirst. You thought he was going to, tonight. Hanma did some terrible things to you but he neverbeat you. You’ve never felt so sore, so pained. And yet so lucky to be alive. And Hanma, fuck, you can’t believe this is reallyHanma. His touches are so tender and delicate. So sweet.He knows you’re hurting. He could see it in the bruises when you first stumbled into his home, yes, but he could predominantly see it in your eyes.
“Bastard deserved it and then some for doing this to you.” he states, you try to shake your head but you can’t. He stills your skull with two large palms, once again forcing you to look into his drowsy, golden eyes. “I’m a real piece of shit, but even I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman. How could he hurt someone as precious as you?”
“I’m a murderer, Shuuji I can’t, I—”
“He didn’t tell anyone he was coming here. No one will know about this internal struggle. You know what that means? I’ll be taking over Kisaki’s role in the company. You’re mine, again, and everything is gonna be fine.”
“I don’t know…” you sigh, obvious concern in your voice. But again, he tuts, a feeble attempt of dismissing the worry from your body.
“Come.” he demands. “Into the shower, wanna wash this prick off us before I make arrangements to move him.”
“S-Shuuji, please. Please be—”
“I know, baby, I know.”
It is the most glamorous shower you’ve ever seen and will ever hope to see. The shower head is attached to the ceiling and you both fit inside with plenty of space surrounding you still. There’s even a small bench, made out of the same marble material as the walls you are standing inside of. Of course the door is glass, fogged completely with steam from the boiling shower as well as your rising body heats.
He sits, peacefully, allowing you to stand alone under the shower as you cleanse your naked, shaken body. You can’t help but giggle when you see his cock standing to full attention as he ogles you lathering your body in shower gel and allowing the water to cascade down your body.
You’d never of expected him to sit so patiently like this while he has you as his.You are officiallyhis property and he isn’t doing anything about it.
Or so you thought.
The nice guy act soon wore thin, and you found yourself shoved against the glass door. You struggled, slightly, your bruises aching the further he forced himself into you and against the glass.
“H-Hurts, Shuuji, it, ah—!”
“Can’twaitanymore.” he informs you as he guides his cock head to your sodden cunt. “Need to make you mine again.” he tells you.
And with that, you realise this isn’t going to be about you. He knows how to fuck you. How to make you cum. And yet, he won’t. His priority is himself. Filling you to the brim with his cum and marking your insides officiallyas his.
“Always had such a tight little pussy, haven’t you? All mine. All fucking mine.” he practically growls in your ear as he begins to slam up into you.
“P-Please, Hanma. Slower! Slow…” you beg, pathetically silent it’s almost drowned out by the pelting drops of water cascading against the ground. A simple ‘tsk’leaves his lips as he kisses your cheek and reaches around to fondle your clit.
“Wish I could kill him twice for making you so sore.” he hums as he allows his fingers to dance lightly across your battered skin. But it doesn’t stop him from pummelling against your body, if anything, he’s fucking into your sweet spot harder. He’s moaning, grunting, gaspingalmost, as he approaches his doom. He’s quick. He could easily lie and say it’s for your benefit, which it is. But it’s for him. The sooner your insides are painted white, the better. “Oh – fuck – ‘m cummin’, Christ‘m cummin’ baby.”
And you feel it, Godyou feel it because he shoots his load directly into your womb, you think. They’re silent thoughts, but he’s already thinking about you carrying his child. He always pictured three or four with you. Three boys that give the two of you hell and one girl he worships with everything he has. Not now, he hopes. With your mental state so fragile and everything so new.
His cum dribbles down your legs. But the minute you step under the shower, it’s being carried down the plughole by the current.
Definitely not now.
He abandons you, a towel wrapped around his waist as he heads towards his bedroom. You find a towel for your body as well as your hair, doing your best to chase after him without slipping and falling in the process. He’s rummaging around in his drawers desperately searching for something. He looks back at you, briefly, as you enter, and then back again with more focus as he takes in what he’s seeing.
“Towel off sweetheart. No hiding your body from me, wanna see every inch.” he instructs. You do as you’re told, unwrapping the white, fluffy towel from your body and exposing your skin to the freezing, air-conditioned room.
“What are you doing?” you wonder, sitting on the edge on his bed eagerly as you wait from him to come over to you.
Finally, he finds what it is he’s looking for. “Stand up.” he tells you, hiding whatever it is behind his back. Once again, you comply, watching him come closer to you and sit himself down. “Sit on me.” he demands. You straddle him. He kisses each and every inch of your body within his reach. He smooths his hand over the sickening blue blotches delivered to your skin by Tetta. You gasp, erotically, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth as sucks sweetly.
“Shuuji…” you moan, losing yourself to his touch. “What’s behind your back?”
“Somethin’ very special, it’s old but looks like new.” he smiles into your body. “I got you it years ago, didn’t get the chance to give you it.”
“I wanna see.”
He reaches behind his back. And it’s odd, the look in his eye is almost hesitant. Like he doesn’t wantto give it to you. He isn’t sure of himself. Is he worried that you won’t like it? But, your pleading gaze wins him over.
“I… I want to hate it, but I don’t. I, I love it.” you giggle. It’s a collar. A beautifulpink collar with your name engraved on the silver bone. “Oh God, I really love it.”
“There’s a leash too.” Hanma laughs. He raises it to put it around your neck, and you find yourself letting him with not a single complaint. Maybe you’re in a state of unknowing because of what you did to Kisaki. Nothing matters and nothing feels real. But for whatever reason. You are obsessedwith this new accessory. And it’s sick, because it feels romantic. In days gone by, you were known as nothing to him other than Hanma’s toy. But this… has your fucking name on it.
“Fuck. Hanma… ‘m really yours, aren’t I? Always been yours.”
18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring.
Warnings: Cheating, dubcon, alcohol (jungle juice), a little bit of dom/sub bc of Iwa, Reader is called good girl and princess, doll, mentions of eventual foursome
a/n: I was originally going to just write this one, but I was convinced to write two fics for this collab. There is no beta reader besides Shae reading it well before it was complete, therefore the ending might be a bit shit. Any who, enjoy Iwa and reader at a frat party <3
It was a typical Friday night, you and your two friends were getting dolled up in your apartment to head to a party. A frat party to be exact, one that was being hosted by Oikawa’s fraternity. It had become a common place for you to attend, seeing as you two were now officially together. You had met him through your best friend, who happened to be Iwaizumi’s girlfriend. You met freshman year when you roomed together and now 2 years later you’re still close as ever. Even joking from time to time about switching boyfriends for a night just to see what it would be like.
Little did you know, your boyfriends were ‘joking’ about the same thing and unlike you both, they were serious. They wanted to see if you both would willingly go with the other’s boyfriend, but they didn’t have the heart to openly ask you. Instead they decided to try it at a party when everyone would be drinking. They decided to make the jungle juice stronger than normal, not like you would notice at all. All it would take is a few drinks to lower both of your standards.
Arriving at the party an hour early, you were greeted by your boyfriend. Bringing him into a hug and kiss before going to put your bag in his room. You always stayed the night when you partied with them, mainly because Oikawa never let you out of his sight or grip at parties. Keeping a hand on you at all times, mainly around your waist or his hand tucked into your back pocket. He was possessive, but not overly so, he just didn’t want anyone touching his girl. Although you never realized that he would let his own best friend be an exception until later that night.
Music boomed through the house, and people had just begun to arrive. Your other roommate ended up coming a bit later, since Yaku had texted her to bring more alcohol. You knew when she arrived would be the only time you’d be able to talk to her alone and actually hold a conversation. Yaku and her always ended up sitting somewhere watching the party unfold, before they felt like putting on a show of some kind before disappearing for the night. When you walked back to the homemade ‘bar’ that was in front of the entrance to the kitchen, you saw the boys putting in the last of the mixers for the jungle juice. Empty bottles sat in a bag beside them, opting to keep it as clean as possible so they had less to clean the next day.
“Babe, you want the first drink before others start crowding around?” Oikawa flashed you a smile before grabbing you a cup to pour you a drink. You and Iwa’s girlfriend always got the first drinks, courtesy of your boyfriends wanting you to try it out since they made it differently every time.
“Well duh, I need to see what it will taste like this time.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips before going to take a drink. It was good, and it was hard to even tell there was alcohol contained within due to the fruit flavors and the lemonade they mixed in. Going for a second drink, you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss to let him taste it himself, to which he happily accepted the kiss and whatever bit of the drink you gave him.
“Get a room you two lovebirds.” Iwa and his girlfriend both faking disgust at your kiss, before having a kiss of their own.
Once people began to arrive, Iwa and Oikawa had decided to give the job of pouring drinks to newer members of the frat. Wanting to drag their girlfriends out to dance before they put their plan in action. The music was composed of songs you knew, but could not give the name of, instead just letting your body move to the rhythm and the beat while dancing with your boyfriend.
You both had danced for about thirty minutes before Oikawa had gotten you both another drink, pulling you to sit down beside him, his arm automatically wrapping to rest around your waist. It was nice to take a break, especially since you started to feel the alcohol once you sat down. A light buzz forming as you leaned against his chest. When you were on your third drink was when they would separate you both and begin their journey into getting the other’s girlfriend into their bed.
Across the room you saw your third roommate and Yaku sharing everclear. She was never a fan of jungle juice and the pair preferred to bring their own drinks. Everclear mixed with lemonade or some other mixer, that’s what she told you they always drank. The harder alcohol hitting them a lot quicker than whatever you had been drinking.
When you got up to get your third drink, Oikawa had placed a hard slap to your ass, almost causing you to drop your cup. Looking back and giving him a slight glare and pout, he laughed and pulled you into a short kiss before telling you to enjoy the night and have fun.
When you had come back from getting your drink, you noticed he had slipped away, and your best friend was gone as well. Iwaizumi was the only one you saw from your small group of friends. It was unusual for Oikawa to not wait for you, but also sometimes he would get pulled away by other friends from time to time.
“Hajime, where did Tooru go?” The pout on your face evident you wanted to be with him all night after being busy the whole week.
“I think he got dragged off, same with Elise too. Am I not cool enough to hang out with?” He raised an eyebrow as he took a drink, waiting on your answer. The two of you never hung out alone, but it wasn’t like you were strangers.
“No you are! I just missed Tooru is all.” You sighed and took a drink, before falling into a casual conversation with Iwaizumi. Taking a seat on the couch you and Oikawa had occupied not even 10 minutes ago.
It was a shock to others in the frat that Oikawa had landed someone like you. You were decently well known on campus, mainly because you were kind and helpful. Constantly studying and keeping high grades, even going out of your way to help tutor others. It amazed Iwaizumi that you somehow fell for his best friend. Although anyone who saw the way you both looked at each other knew how in love you both were, and it was no shocker that you quickly got together.
For your birthday, Oikawa had gotten you a necklace that had ‘Tooru’ written on it. It was small and dainty, but you wore it like it was permanently attached to your body. It made Iwa a bit jealous since his girlfriend expressed how she wasn’t a big fan of wearing necklaces. He had decided that if he kept anything on you tonight, it would be that necklace you were so proud of.
As you talked, you finished your third drink, and had gotten up to get another. Iwa went with you to refill his as well, and noticed that some of the other members had set up beer pong in another room.
“Oi, y/n, wanna play some pong? See if you can keep up and make a few.” The tone in his voice presented a challenge to you, and he knew you never backed down from challenges. He had witnessed more than once the competitions that you and his best friend would get into. From how fast someone could eat or drink something, to dance competitions, you two were truly made for one another. He knew in another part of the house that Oikawa was making moves on his sweet girlfriend, and somehow that excited him a bit more than intended.
“You think I can’t make any cups? Or are you scared I’ll make more than you Hajime?” Your tone went from it’s typical sweet and honey to something closer to venom and cut glass. The look in your eyes telling him that this would be to see who could sink more cups for your team.
As you waited for the current game to finish, you could tell that Iwa was sticking close to you. He knew how Oikawa didn’t want others to try and hit on you, so in your mind it was him honoring your relationship with his best friend. Him leaning his arm on the wall behind you didn’t set off any alarms, and your brain was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol the more you drank.
Once the game finished, Iwa spoke up how it would be you two versus whoever wanted to play. The winners of the previous game stepped up to the other end, wanting to see how you both played. It wasn’t that you had never played beer pong before, but typically you ended up just watching instead. Although you knew the rules that they played by. It wasn’t that getting the bitch cup first came with consequences, but you got ridiculed for the rest of the game by not only your teammate, but the other team and crowd as well.
Once it was decided who would go first, Iwa nudged you and handed you the ball. “Ladies first, just don’t put it in the bitch cup doll.” You could feel the sarcasm drip from his words, he wanted to see if you would make it in the center cup first. He stepped to the side to let you throw, and to his amazement, you didn’t get the bitch cup, but the one to the left. “Looks like our little honor student has an arm.”
He took your place and landed a cup in the back row. Somehow you both made a good team. Managing to get the bitch cup in the second round of throws. As you went on, you realized you finished your drink. Another brother from the frat offered to get you a new drink since you were busy with your game. Thanking him as you took the drink and took a sip before turning back to your game. Your team had one more cup to sink while the other team had three left.
It didn’t take long for you and Iwaizumi to both sink the last cup, a cheer coming from you both before moving away from the room and giving thanks for the game. The alcohol was making your vision start to blur a bit, causing you to try and find something to steady yourself on. Iwa’s arm wrapped around your waist to steady yourself against him.
“You good doll?” He raised an eyebrow and feigned concern. Of course you weren’t alright, you were four and a half drinks in and just played a game of beer pong. At this point you wanted to either sit down or lay down.
The grip Iwa had on your waist was firm, ensuring that you weren’t going anywhere if he was beside you. “Yeah, ‘m good, just need to sit down is all.” you gave a soft smile up at him before looking towards an empty couch. Following your gaze, Iwa started to move you both towards it, holding you against the front of him so he didn’t lose track of you nor have you fall over. Pulling you down beside him as he sat down, his arm still securely around you.
“Just need a break to let your body catch up?”
“Yeah… I think I drank a bit too quickly so I just need to sit down for about ten minutes.”
“Whatever works for you doll.”
You sat in a semi comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes, the noise from the party ringing in your ears as you slowly drank your fifth drink. Eventually the music changed to one of your favorite songs, and you wanted to go dance, but that meant convincing Iwa to loosen his grip on you.
“Hajime… I wanna go dance, come join me.” You turned to him with a pout, before you felt him loosen his grip and wait for you to start getting up. You both finished your drinks by this point, but even though he drank just as much, you were much more intoxicated than he was.
As you made your way to the makeshift dance floor, you kept Iwa’s hand in yours. If your boyfriend wasn’t there with you, then at least you had Iwa to hang out with. Once you got to your destination, you turned your head to smile up at him before you began to dance, not realizing his eyes were scanning down your body as you danced.
Because you had drank so much, you almost forgot it was Iwa you were dancing with as he placed his hands on your waist to help steady you. Your brain couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, instead you were incoherently singing the lyrics to whatever was playing. All while Iwa’s hands ever so slowly moved down from your waist to your hips, gently pulling you against him so you were now grinding on him.
“Hajime… should I really be so… close to you?” The words finally came out as you both continued dancing into the next son, his hands keeping a steady hold on you.
He took the time to lean down to bring his mouth next to your ear. “I did promise Tooru that I’d take care of you, can’t let some random stranger get so close to you.” As he finished, he brought one hand up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Now, you’ll be good so I don’t get in trouble with him, right doll?”
A weak nod was all you could do, if Oikawa had asked Iwa to do this, then it must be okay. Plus, part of you was hoping that your boyfriend didn’t find you the rest of the night. Deep down you and your best friend did want to possibly trade partners for the night, and maybe this was your chance.
“You really are a good girl hmm?” Iwa placed a soft kiss to your cheek before his hand moved from your cheek to gently rest on your throat. Feeling arousal beginning to form in the lower half of your body. Not even Oikawa ever wrapped his hands around your throat, saying it wasn’t right for his ‘princess’, while Iwa casually did it like it was normal. “Now let me take good care of you for Tooru.”
Those were the last words he spoke before awaiting your answer, to which you gave a whiny ‘yes’. That was all he needed before he took his hand off your throat and started to direct you towards Oikawa’s room, since he knew that his was more than likely in use by his best friend.
He closed the door behind him, letting you stumble towards the bed before sitting and turning to him. “Isn’t this… Tooru’s room?” Your voice was quiet, but loud enough that Iwa raised an eyebrow your way.
“It is, but mine is a little occupied at the moment.” He ended up walking over calmly, his presence in the room becoming overwhelming. He was entirely in control and you were fine with it. It felt calming at the same time, letting you fall slowly into a relaxed mindset as he stopped in front of you. “I’ll continue if you want, I’m sure Tooru wouldn’t want his princess to end her night needy.”
A whine escaped your throat as you nodded, wrapping your hand around his wrist to bring him closer to you. Once he was close enough, your arm moved behind his head to crash his lips into yours. This should have felt wrong, but instead it felt right. Was your boyfriend with your best friend? Did your slight wish come true?
From there it didn’t take Iwa long before one of his hands landed on your hip while the other gripped the back of your head, a fistful of your hair in his hand. He made an experimental tug to see how you would react, and was satisfied by the whine you made against his mouth. You could feel his smirk as he continued kissing you, making another tug on your hair so he could gain access to your mouth. Slipping his tongue in before pulling you down to lay on the bed. His other hand was free to settle on your hip while the hand that held your hair remained where it was, keeping you pressed against his lips.
As his hand slipped under your shirt, you felt a shiver up your spine. His hand was cool against your skin, and as he slowly traced patterns up your side, a soft moan escaped. Pulling away briefly, Iwa’s eyes looked blown out with lust, catching his breath. “Does Tooru’s princess like their hair pulled? Hmm? Does he even know this?”
“N-no, he doesn’t…” your face felt hot. Tooru never thought to treat you like this, to him you were his princess. He treated you like glass. That doesn’t mean he had never been rough with other women, but he never was with you. The way Iwa had treated you in such a short time had your head spinning. “But… please don’t stop Hajime…”
“Do you want me to be rough with you? Leave all kinds of marks for Tooru to find?” He left soft kisses along your jaw, his voice low and demanding. Even if there was no threat made, the idea of leaving his questions unanswered was not an answer with this tone.
“Yes please… Be rough and mark me up.” It came out breathless as his hand continued to trail up your side before reaching your bra. “Want Tooru to see what I like.”
“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” His hand moved to your back, looking for the clasp of your bra. “Imagine if he heard his princess asking for his best friend to be rough.” It took a few tries since you were both intoxicated, but eventually your bra came undone.
Leaving open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, Iwaizumi started to slowly lift your shirt up, his hand letting go of the hold he had on your hair. You lifted yourself just enough to help him lift your shirt over your head, and slid your bra off before bringing him back into a deep kiss. You felt one of his hands move to grope your now exposed breast as you whined in his mouth. Rolling a nipple between two of his fingers.
“H-hajime… please.” You pulled away for breath, your words coming out breathless. A soft moan escaping your mouth.
You knew this was technically wrong, begging your boyfriends best friend to fuck you and be rough with you. That thought left your mind once you felt Iwa’s lips against your neck, and while you might regret it the next morning, maybe this would get Tooru to stop treating you like you were glass.
You’re sure Tooru wouldn’t mind it if he was fucking your best friend, but maybe next time all four of you can join.
