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Oikawa has a very annoying kink.
Annoying for Hajime, anyway.
Very annoying, in fact.
See, it goes like this: Oikawa and Hajime leave their house separately after picking the club they'll meet at that night. Oikawa goes in there first, and finds his unassuming victim of the month, which whom he will flirt, heavily, leaving the poor man under the illusion he'll be leaving the bar with him.
Which, of course he isn't. Because the entire goal is to rile Hajime up to no end until he has to intervene, and drag Oikawa to the nearest bathroom stall where he fucks him senseless.
Now, Hajime told him many times, if rough sex is what Oikawa is after, he has no qualms with getting rougher in the bedroom, but apparently, this is not what it's about.
Sigh.
Whatever makes Oikawa happy, Hajime will do. As Oikawa often reminds him, he's a simp, whatever the fuck that means.
You'd think after five years of marriage and eight years of this charade, Hajime would no longer get jealous at the sight of Oikawa getting all up and personal with another man, but if anything, it's only gotten worse.
And tonight, Oikawa said he'd up the stakes and get ready at someone else's house so his costume is a surprise.
Hajime knows there will be no "costume". It'll just be lingerie as an excuse of a costume, only to rile him up even more.
Oikawa instructed him to come as a werewolf (a "sexy" werewolf, to be exact), and Hajime had opted for those dark jeans Oikawa says his ass looks great in, and a muscle black tee. Then there's the stupid ears, which Hajime begrudginglydecides to put on, only because he refuses to wear the damn tail.
(Oikawa had pouted at that and Hajime almost gave in, but fuck no, he's not wearing a tail under any circumstances.)
Hajime heads to the club when Oikawa texts him the address and that he's already there. It doesn't take very long for Hajime to find Oikawa once he arrives; all he has to do is to follow the center of attention, where all eyes converge, and he always finds his husband, flawless as ever.
Tonight, he's wearing (just like Hajime predicted) a sexy blue lingerie outfit with blue wings, which has Hajime conclude Oikawa must be dressed up as a fairy of some sort, or a butterfly. Doesn't really matter: what matters is that it's sexy as fuck, and Hajime's mouth already waters at the sight.
The problem is, he's not alone in having noticed just how sexy his husband is. Already on the dancefloor, Oikawa has gathered the attention of several men, all getting increasingly closer. They undress him with their eyes, and that alone pisses him off. But Oikawa hasn't chosen a victim yet, so Hajime stays put, waiting.
Their eyes finally meet, and Hajime notes a smirk starts to curve Oikawa's lips. He starts to dance a little more provocatively then, just to get under Hajime's skin.
God.
Hajime watches as Oikawa's gaze locks on man near him with a vampire costume, fangs sticking out the more he grins. He might as well be licking his lips with the way he's looking at Oikawa like he wants to actually suck his blood dry.
Sigh.
And so it starts.
Honestly, Hajime almost feels bad for these men. They think, wrongfully, through really no fault of their own, that they have a chance with someone as beautiful and ethereal as Oikawa.
As if that vampire would ever turn Oikawa's head. He's a plot device, nothing more.
And yet… and yet, seeing them makes Hajime jealous, because Oikawa is his. Always has been. Always will be. Even if these men stand no chance and Hajime does not feel insecure in his marriage at all, he feels his blood boil.
He lets it simmer, for now, because this is what Oikawa likes. And, frankly, even if Hajime would never admit it, he likes it, too. Likes the way Oikawa's eyes shine when he whisks him away, likes the way his whines become even more pitched than usual when he fucks into him in a dirty bathroom stall. Likes how blissed out Oikawa looks after, how he clings to Hajime when he asks to bring him home.
And maybe, just maybe, Hajime also likes seeing these men fall to his man's feet, when he knows he'll be the one to take him home, in the end.
So Hajime watches, watches as Oikawa brings his arms around the vampire's neck and pulls him closer, swaying his hips to the beat. Watches as the vampire brings his hands to Oikawa's hips, how one of them starts to slide towards Oikawa's ass, squeezing it through his costume.
That's when Hajime decides that's enough, and he makes his way through the crowd and grabs the vampire's wrist, pulling it away from the ass that belongs to him, and shoots the man a glare.
"Do that again and I'll break your hand," Hajime warns.
An empty threat, mostly. He won't actually break the man's hand, even if he definitely could. Oikawa just likes it even more when he gets threatening.
"Aw Iwa-chan, breaking already?" Oikawa pouts, fluttering his eyes at him.
The vampire guy snorts. "You know this guy?"
Oikawa hums, ignoring the stranger. "So clingy, Iwa-chan. If you wanted to join, all you had to do was ask~"
"Uh huh," Hajime rolls his eyes. Always the same. As if Oikawa would even allow Hajime touching another man. If they ever had a threesome, Hajime's convinced he'd wake up and the third party would have been brutally murdered. "Leave us be, if you know what's good for you," he tells the vampire, letting go of his wrist in favor of Oikawa's waist, pulling his fairy flush against him. "My husband is not interested in your cheap fake teeth."
"Husband?" Vampire guy looks at them bewildered. Of course.
"Ugh, you’re so loud," Oikawa sighs at the man, the plastic smile falling from his face, as he makes a shooing gesture, "you’re also off beat when you dance. It’s pretty embarrassing."
"Wh—"
"Bye now." Oikawa turns his attention back to Hajime, sticking his tongue out. "You almost beat your old record. Getting too riled up, dear?"
"Like this is not exactly how you want me," Hajime clicks his tongue, dipping his head to find Oikawa's neck, which he bites at leisurely. Fuck, maybe he is the vampire after all, huh.
Wait, no. He's a werewolf.
Eh.
Same fucking difference.
Oikawa whines. "As if you’re complaining," he remarks breathlessly, turning in Hajime’s hold and loosely wrapping his arms around his neck. "I’m so turned on…" he runs his tongue along Hajime’s ear, "I got so hard, especially during the dance."
Huh?
The veins on Hajime's temple are about to burst.
"The dance? When some other dude was feeling you up?"
"No," Oikawa laughs, drawing back to fondly cup Hajime's chin. "Careful, I can hear the jealousy." Like this is not exactly what he wants… "No, not with the loser, you dork… when you were watching me," he strokes Hajime's cheek, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "I love the way you look at me. It drives me insane… I'm always so hard for you, Hajime. Wanna feel?"
Of course he fucking does. This is what he does this entire charade for.
Shameless, he cups Oikawa's crotch and gives his erection a firm squeeze, reveling in the way Oikawa's breath hitches. Good. Hajime brings his lips to his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck before he sucks a sizeable mark, smirking when he feels Oikawa grind against his hand.
"Already wanna get fucked?" Hajime says, pulling his head up. "You don't wanna dance some more?"
"Ugh, Iwa-chan, don't be coy," Oikawa whines, digging his nails into Hajime's shoulders. "We could dance, but I dunno if you can last…" he turns around in Hajime's hold, ass pressed to Hajime's crotch, "would you?"
Fuck.
Touché.
"I can last," Hajime still says. Because two can play this fucking game, and Hajime intends to win.
"Fine then," Oikawa shoots a smirk over his shoulder, "dance with me then. If you win, you can…" He taps his chin dramatically, "cum on my face, how does that sound?"
Oh?
Damn, game on.
"And if you win?"
Oikawa lets out another drawn out hum. "I get to use the cuffs on you when we get home." He presses himself back against Hajime, reaching back to cup at the back of his neck. "I've been wanting to use them…"
Hm.
Well.
This is a win-win situation, really. Still, Hajime fully intends to win. He can break Oikawa, he's sure. Make him beg, even. God, that'd be hot as fuck…
"You got yourself a deal," Hajime hums, moving his hands to Oikawa's hips, swaying to the music. Hajime honestly doesn't know what he's doing when it comes to dancing, but it shouldn't matter. All he needs to do is tease the fuck out of Oikawa until he's begging for his cock, right? He can do that.
"So eager to lose," Oikawa purrs, leaning his head back against Hajime's shoulder. He sways his body, placing a hand over Hajime's and slowly guiding it lower and lower down his pelvis. "You're so cute when you're determined… really turns me on."
"Yeah. I know," Hajime replies, hand boldly slipping past the shorts (if they can even be called that) Oikawa's wearing, fingers brushing against his hard length, slow and teasing. He's definitely not going to get off that way. It's just enough to rile him up, though. Hajime knows exactly what it takes to bring his husband teetering toward the edge of desperation.
Oikawa falters for a minute, his moan quiet and subdued but loud enough for Hajime to catch. His hips helplessly grind for friction he won’t get, and Hajime smirks.
"Be nicer to me," Oikawa mumbles, tilting his head to press a light kiss to Hajime’s jaw, "you love me. You should want me to win…"
Hajime snorts. "Yeah? According to that logic, you should let me win, then," he says, pointedly grinding his erection against Oikawa's ass. "Just say you want my cock, Oikawa. You know you want to."
"Ugh, so crass," Oikawa huffs, and yet with all his huffing and puffing, his face is a bright red that not even the dim lights in the club can hide. "I can do this all night…"
Which would sound believable if he didn't look so out of breath and out of rhythm with the music.
Hah.
"You sure about that?" Hajime taunts, trailing kisses down to his neck. He licks a stripe, smirking when he feels Oikawa shiver against him. Hajime brings his lips to his ear, his breath hot and heavy when he whispers, "I'll make you beg for it."
Another hitched breath, another quiet moan. Good. "Feeling ambitious tonight, is that it?" Oikawa still teases, laughing quietly and tilting his head to lightly brush his lips against Hajime's. "Why wait for me to beg? Dragging me out of here is also an option…"
Yeah, that's true. Hajime does like dragging Oikawa to the nearest dingy bathroom and fucking him raw.
But, no.
Not tonight.
"I'm in a mood," Hajime offers, biting down Oikawa's lips. "And you're so pretty when you beg."
"So mean…" Oikawa pouts. "You want to prolong my suffering is that it?" He sighs, dramatically, "It's a shame, I may have a surprise for you… something I thought you might like."
Oh?
Hajime's hands wraps around Oikawa's erection, giving it a few lazy tugs, lips quirking into a smirk when Oikawa moans quietly.
"What surprise, hm?"
"Do you remember that lovely little gift you bought me for my birthday?" Oikawa starts, slowly. "I’m wearing it," he adds, smirking when their eyes meet, "it’s not as good as you but…"
Wow.
Hot.
Usually Oikawa preps himself before these little escapades so they don't waste too much time with prep (Oikawa likes when Hajime just grabs him and fucks him raw, after all), but a plug…
Not only is that a genius idea, it's hot as fuck.
Fuck, Hajime wants to give in. A little.
No.
No, he wants to win. He wants to fuck Oikawa and then cum on his pretty face. He deserves the reward.
"Sexy," Hajime hums, grinding his cock against Oikawa's ass with more intent, knowing he probably feels it even more, with the plug in there. "Did you think that was gonna make me give in?"
"Ugh, yes. You are suspiciously immune to me today, if it wasn’t so hot I’d be offended," Oikawa pouts, his breaths growing more and more ragged with each grind until he turns around in Hajime’s hold. "No fair," he mutters, loosely wrapping his arms around Hajime’s neck, "I’m gonna end up cumming right here on the floor in front of people, is that what you want?"
No.
But Hajime can play.
So he shrugs, humming quietly. "It'd be hot. Cumming in your sad excuse of a short like that."
"So mean to me…." Oikawa slowly begins to drop to his knees, his hands running down Hajime’s chest and to his sides. Fuck. Is that a dance move? "And I’m so good to you, too… you should be nicer to me." He moves back up, his devious hand drifting to the front of Hajime’s tight pants and stroking at the bulge. Shit. "Fuck, Iwa-chan… I want you so bad," he whines, leaning in to brush his lips against Hajime’s jaw, "the stupid plug’s not enough, I can’t get off without you inside me anymore…"
Hah.
"Oh, I know," Hajime smirks, bringing his hand to Oikawa's ass (under his shorts, too) before he squeezes, his fingers slowly moving towards the plug, pushing it a little more inside.
The reaction is almost immediate. A louder and more sudden sound falls out of Oikawa, raw and uncontrolled unlike more of his quieter ones. He melts in Hajime’s hold, grinding against him with abandon.
"You play dirty," Oikawa whispers, leaning closer to purposely bite at Hajime’s neck, "I can’t… I need you. I’m dying. Please fuck me. Now."
Ah-ha.
"Was that so hard?" Hajime taunts, slipping his hand out before he grabs Oikawa's hand and drags him out of the dancefloor, his eyes scanning the area for the aforementioned bathroom he'll take a pleasure of debauching Oikawa in.
"This way," Oikawa tugs him along to a dark hallway leading into an even darker area where, finally, the bathrooms are. They’re barely inside a stall before Oikawa pushes him against the wall, immediately pressing against him and connecting their lips into a deep, sloppy kiss. Impatient and needy, his hands tug roughly at Hajime’s belt. "Ugh, off."
"Yes, yes, princess…" Hajime says, undoing his pants and pushing them down his hips, just enough to let his cock spring free. "Turn around," he orders, though he doesn't wait for Oikawa to do as he's told. He maneuvers him, pressing his face against the stall and propping his ass up, yanking down his shorts and revealing the blue plug pressed inside his tight little hole.
Hajime slaps his ass, reveling in the way it jiggles and the way Oikawa jumps. He whines, looking over his shoulder and spreading his legs.
"Hajime," he moans, chewing at his lip, "I need your cock so bad… you got me all worked up, it’s no fair."
"My bad," Hajime replies, slapping his ass once more before he finally takes the plug out. He groans at how Oikawa's tight hole flutters, eager for more. So he wastes absolutely no time and instantly slams his cock inside Oikawa, giving him no time to adjust in the slightest.
"Fuck!" Oikawa cries out, clenching down harshly instantly as he scrambles to find his balance. A series of broken moans fall past his lips, his breaths heavy and shaky. Hajime loves it. "You feel so good…." He then looks over his shoulder, his eyes finding Hajime’s, "you gonna fuck me right or do you need a minute?" He taunts, a smirk on his face.
Hajime deadpans. He grabs Oikawa's hair and pulls, yanking him backwards and lowering his own head so he can bite harshly at his neck. "You're so fucking needy," he rasps against the sensitive skin, starting to thrust in and out of his mouthy husband at a fast, almost brutal pace.
Just like Oikawa likes it.
"You—fuck—like me needy," Oikawa breathes out, his loud moans starting to ring off the walls of the bathroom. The only saving grace is the booming music outside, covering up all the lewd noises coming from them. And even then, if someone came in the bathroom right now, they would definitely hear them. "You want me drunk on your cock," he hisses, arching against Hajime with another shallow whine. "You love it—ah, god… me needing you."
"I do."
Hajime can't even deny it. He loves this, loves how filthy it is, even loves Oikawa's stupid little games to rile him up. Hajime's so in love with his husband it's actually ridiculous. Embarrassing, almost.
He wouldn't have it any other way, though.
"Are you gonna cum all over the wall like the little slut you are?" Hajime taunts, licking over the harsh bite he left.
"You want me making a mess?" Oikawa still has the nerve to tease, chuckling breathlessly until another well aimed thrust draws out a sharp moan that effectively silences him. He lowers one of his hands off the wall, stroking himself impatiently. "Iwa, I’m so close," he pants, clenching around Hajime, "I’m… fuck, come on, harder, I’m gonna cum…"
"Gladly," Hajime replies, gripping both of Oikawa's hips, nails digging at his sides before he starts to slam into him harder. Faster, too. His chest heaves with the exertion, but he powers through it, and lets himself chase the high only Oikawa can give him when they're intimate like this, fucking his husband into oblivion.
Between the moans and half-sobs, Oikawa babbles Hajime’s name, how good he is, that he's Hajime's slut, and other unintelligible words indecipherable to the human ear. God, Hajime fucking loves it. He—
"Ah, Hajime, I’m gonna—!"
Oikawa cries out suddenly, the sound echoing loudly in the empty bathroom as he suddenly squeezes around Hajime and cums right on the wall, some of it even dripping on the floor. Hot. His thighs tremble, his grip on the wall slipping as he continues to stroke himself even though he's shaking from overstimulation.
Greedy.
Hajime tsks, continuing to fuck Oikawa through his orgasm, never relenting in the pace or force of his thrusts, knowing he's close to his own climax, too.
"Don't forget," Hajime says, in between two heavy breaths, "I get to cum on your face, princess."
"Please, yes," Oikawa breathes out, throwing a look over his shoulder. His eyes are glazed, blissed out, and yet hungry. "Fuck my throat, cum on my face, do whatever you want to me… I’m yours, Hajime."
Damn. He's bringing on the full package tonight, isn't he.
Well, Hajime has no complaints.
He pulls out of Oikawa before he slaps his ass, perhaps a little harshly. Oikawa always seems to like it, anyway.
"Get on your knees," Hajime demands.
"So bossy…" Oikawa still does as he’s told, getting down on his knees with a smirk on his face. He looks up at Hajime through his shimmering lashes, wet with tears. "Go on then…" he parts his lips, sticking his tongue out readily.
Hajime wastes no time and shoves his cock in Oikawa's mouth, grabbing onto his hair to steady him. He sets up a rapid pace, fucking in and out of Oikawa's mouth and hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Oikawa moans come out muffled and pitched, one of his hands coming up to grip at Hajime's thigh.
"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," Hajime says. "This is how you should always be, on your knees with your mouth full."
A low whine sounds, Oikawa’s eyes screwing shut as he reaches down once more to stroke himself. Greedy. He relaxes his jaw, taking more of Hajime down his throat. With each thrust, more saliva trickles down Oikawa’s chin. Hajime knows Oikawa'll definitely complain about it later, but right now, he looks completely content when his teary eyes find Hajime’s. He’s exactly where he wants to be, and honestly, so is Hajime.
"I'm close," he tells Oikawa, gripping his hair a little tighter, fucking into his mouth a little faster. Until Hajime feels his orgasm about to take him by force, and he suddenly pulls out, giving himself a few fast strokes before hot spurts of cum fall on Oikawa's face, on his cheeks and his pretty tongue, out and ready to take Hajime's cum.
Hajime groans, thrusting into his hand until all of the cum has spilled out. Fuck, this was good. Perfect.
As usual.
His chest heaves, and Hajime brushes the head of his cock over Oikawa's lips to smear the little bit of cum that had gathered at the tip.
Oikawa whimpers, wrapping his lips around the head, sucking lightly and greedily. Fuck. He stops stroking himself, bringing his hand to his cheek and wiping away the cum there only to bring it to his mouth and suck his finger clean as well.
Fucking hell.
Hajime could never get enough of this.
"I can’t get enough of you," Oikawa whispers as though he's heard Hajime's thoughts, pulling back long enough to take a deep, ragged breath, "next time, you’re finishing inside me…"
Hajime hums, bringing his hand to Oikawa's chin, lifting his head up to have a better look at his masterpiece.
"Anything you want," Hajime tells him, swiping his thumb across Oikawa's lips. Of course, Oikawa takes the digit into his mouth.
Minx.
Noisily, Oikawa sucks on his finger before releasing him. "You," he answers with a growing grin, "always. Night’s still young and… I don’t think I’ve had my fill of you yet, though," he trails off, looking down, "my outfit’s a mess. I can’t be seen in public like this."
"No?" Hajime smirks. "Don't want people to know you're a dirty little slut, hm?"
He pouts. "Iwa-chan! You want people to know I'm a dirty slut?" He smirks, leaning closer and placing both hands on Hajime's thighs. "That's not the point, I just don't want to look like a messy slut. Come on, help me up…I'm tired. Better yet, carry me."
"So needy," Hajime chuckles, helping Oikawa up and on his feet. He wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer and steadying him at the same time. "You still have cum on your face," Hajime notes with a smirk, leaning forward to press a kiss to Oikawa's not-cum stained cheek.
"And whose fault is that? Ugh, Iwa. Such a mess. Maybe I should punish you," Oikawa sticks out his tongue, wiping vigorously at his cheek like he hadn’t been begging for it a minute ago. "Although this was very enjoyable. Your best work yet.”
Hajime quirks a brow. "My best work, huh? You always say that," he points out, pinching his cheek.
"Ow," Oikawa whines dramatically, swatting at Hajime's hand even though his flushed cheeks give him away, "well…you always blow me away, so you keep beating your personal best. You deserve a gold star."
"Gold star, huh?" Hajime hums. "Cute. I just want you."
"Aw…." Oikawa’s lower lip wobbles in the telltale way that it does when he’s about to cry. To his credit, he doesn’t and instead flings himself at Hajime, holding him into a death grip of a hug. "You’re the best husband I could ask for, I love you…"
Hajime flushes. He still does, after all these years, every time Oikawa declares his love for him.
He always will, he's sure.
"I love you, too."
More than you know.