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Monday, 5:40 pm.
"I thought we talked about this. The finger tape goes in the bottom drawer." Iwaizumi lifts the tape in his hand and stares into the drawer.
You roll your eyes and turn in your chair. "It's finger tape, Iwaizumi. It can go in any drawer."
"It's not about what it is. It's about organization. Which, might I say, yours is horrendous." He shuts the top one and opens the bottom one. Carefully placing it into the organized with the other rolls.
"Okay captain OCD." You spin back around in your chair to face the computer.
He shuts the drawer and stands up straight again. He crosses his arms and lets out a huff. "You think you're so funny?"
"Oh yeah. I'm absolutely hilarious." You type something into a chart for one of the athletes.
"You're an absolute pain in the ass."
"And yet you still choose your shifts to be with me." Your eyes focused on the screen.
Iwaizumi takes a few steps before standing just a few inches away from the back of your chair.
"It fits my class schedule, not you."
"Okay just say you're obsessed with me."
"It's like words don't even make it in your ears." He sighs and runs a hand down his face. "I'm going on break."
Iwaizumi grab his bag and leaves the trainers room. The sound of your typing continuing and filling the room instead of his grumbling and persistent organization.
Monday, 6:00 pm
"She's annoying, Toru. It's like she just won't listen to reason." Iwaizumi bites into his sandwich. The start of a setting sun casting onto the concrete next to his chair.
The shade of the campus cafe protects him and brings a light breeze with it.
Oikawa shifts on the other end of the phone. Half asleep, hair ruffled, in some expensive looking pajamas.
"Haji…it's like 3 am. I need my beauty sleep."
"It's like 10 pm in Argentina. I can literally see your clock behind you." Iwaizumi stares at his phone screen unamused.
Oikawa rolls over to look at his clock before turning it around and looking back at his phone. He groan and rolls his eyes. Sitting up and turning his light back on, Oikawa looks at his phone.
"You look like someone's housewife."
"At least I'm comfortable. What are you complaining about today? Is this about y/n again?"
"When is it not? She's the biggest pain in my ass."
"So say something."
"I do! It doesn't even make it to her ears let alone through brain processing." Iwaizumi takes a breath and loosens his grip on his sandwich.
Oikawa rolls over on his bed. "Do you think she's pretty?"
"You just say random shit out of nowhere don't you?"
"It's not random! You guys work together and you're always so close complaining about each other."
Iwaizumi picks up his phone. "It's not each other. I'm complaining about her."
"If you're complaining, she's complaining. Can't you two just kiss already?"
"Okay goodbye." Iwaizumi hangs up on Oikawa.
Iwaizumi grumbles to himself, something about Oikawa being worse than you when it comes to listening. He picks up his bag and finishes the rest of his sandwich.
H walks back to the trainers office. When he pushes the door open, you're not there. He rolls his eyes.
He's already told you plenty of times not to leave the trainers room unattended. He grumbles again to himself, setting his bag down on the chair.
Someone walks in behind him. Two people. An athletes and you.
The athlete begging you about something.
"I thought I told you about leaving the training room alone." Iwaizumi turns and leans against the examination tables.
You roll your eyes. "I was gone for two seconds. And I have this one harassing me."
"I'm not harassing you Y/n! I'm inviting you!"
"And I told you that I'm busy."
Iwaizumi doesn't say anything or ask, just watches the whole scene.
The athlete continues pleading. "Please Y/n, you told me last time that you'd come to whatever party I invited you to."
You turn and cross your arms. "When did I say that?
"When you spilled beer over me at the last one and I told you it was fine but you insisted that you'd wash my shirt and also do me a favor. I'm cashing in."
You drop your arms. "Why does it have to be a party?"
"You like parties."
"Yeah enough to be hungover at work." Iwaizumi mumbles to himself. You cast him a glance before looking back at the athlete.
"I like ambience and free drinks. Am I even getting anything out of this?"
"A good time?" The athlete puts their hands together and smiles. "You might even find a cute guy!"
"Ah yes I'm going to find the love of my life via frat party." You roll your eyes.
"Better than your current dating life." Iwaizumi mumbles again before turning to fix something.
"Okay fine, I will go. Now leave me alone at work unless you are injured."
"Thanks Y/n!" The athlete smiles brightly before leaving and shutting the door.
You turn your gaze back to Iwaizumi who's not even trying to pretend he's actually doing something else.
"I'm sorry, you have comments on my love life when yours is drier than the Sahara?"
"I'd rather it be empty than the disasters that you date." He moves around a box of gloves that don't need it.
"Disasters? They were…fine."
"Fine? Is that what you call the last guy? The same guy who constantly forgot your coffee order and just wanted your notes for Bio? That guy?"
He's got a point but damn is he still annoying. "He was just…forgetful." Your eyes roll again. "Okay fine, yes he was less than wanted but I broke up with him."
"Yeah only after you caught him sneaking into your backpack for the notes." Iwaizumi finally quits with the fake organization and turns to face you.
"Oh so now you're just getting a say in my dating life?" You take a step forward.
"Not a say. I'm just observing. And what I've observed is that you like to date guys who suck."
You suck your teeth. "This is an unfair conversation. I've never seen you with a girl, how am I supposed to retort with the kind of girls that you get on with?"
"You don't. Mainly because I have taste but you'll never know right?"
"I hate you."
"Ditto. Can we drop the useless conversation and get back to our actual jobs?" Iwaizumi picks up a clipboard of paperwork.
"You start— never mind." You take a deep breath and sit, going back too whatever computer work you were up to before being interrupted.
The trainers office is quiet with the exception of keyboard tapping, paper rustling, and the occasional athlete that stumbles in looking for something.
When the shift is over, you stretch in relief and spin in the office chair.
"Later loser." You stand, swinging your bag over your shoulder.
Iwaizumi grumbles something you don't hear before you slip out leaving him to lock up.
The soft, almost barely perceptible breeze rustles some leaves in the trees beside the path as you walk back to your dorm. The moments of the day dawn upon you. The party you were blackmailed into accepting. Iwaizumi's comments about your love life.
I mean it hasn't been that bad right?
There was the notes guy but the guy before him was…Well no he did blurt out he was in love with you after only a month of you two dating.
Iwaizumi didn't stop making fun of you for weeks following it.
You sigh. So college relationships haven't exactly been the best, who cares? Everyone says college is for figuring yourself out and getting your degree anyway. That and crippling debt but one issue at a time.
You pull open the main door. Approaching the gate in the lobby, you reach for your back pocket. There's nothing there. You reach into it again and nothing.
You search your sweater pockets and then your bag and then it sinks in. You left your ID card in the trainers office. You groan annoyed.
No biggie you'll just turn around and go back, oh except that the trainers office is locked. And who has the keys?
You groan a little louder to yourself. You step out of your dorm building and look around. Maybe a nice park bench would be comfortable.
But instead of settling for being harassed by campus security in the morning, you pull out your phone.
Scrolling through your contacts, there he is. 'Iwa-coworker-Do not call' like he's some crazy ex. He's more like the bane of your existence but the bane is currently the only thing that is holding onto the keys between you and your bed.
Monday, 9:00 pm
The line rings, once, twice, a third time and right when you decide that you're about to hang up, it's connects.
"Hello?"
"Iwa! I..um..is there any chance I can have the keys to the trainers office?"
"Why?" You can practically see join crossing his arms in your head.
"Well I kinda left my dorm ID in there and I can't get into said dorm without it so. Yes? No? Maybe so?"
There's a soft sigh. "Isn't there a friends place you can sleep?"
"Seriously?! It's just the key Iwaizumi! I'm not going to do anything illegal!"
"And that's not my concern. Mr. Ushijima has them."
"Wakatoshi?"
"What? No, you numnut, his dad. I'm older than Wakatoshi, why would I call him Mr.?"
"Okay grandpa, calm down."
"I'm only 2 years older than you!"
"Yeah, grandpa."
"Okay goodbye."
"No, no, no. Okay, please Iwa, what am I supposed to do?"
"Sleep at a friends house like I said."
"See about that…" You go on a whole long winded explanation about how your friends practically live halfway across town which you don't really understand but that's rich kids for you and you'd rather not pay $50 for an uber right now.
There's silence for a moment before another sigh comes. "Just…sit there for like 5 minutes." And then the call disconnects.
You look at your phone as it goes back to your contact list. Did he just put you on a timeout? Is this some sort of weird punishment for forgetting something important?
Wait a second, he can't punish you, you're a grown adult. But then again you do have nowhere else to go.
You sit on a nearby bench for the allotted five minutes. Scrolling pointlessly through social media. Even if you were going to stay a friends place, there would be no point. They're either asleep, partying, or both.
Curse you for having either way too responsible friends or not very responsible friends.
On the adjoining campus street nearby, a sleek black car pulls up. The passenger side window rolls down to reveal Iwaizumi.
"Are you going to sit there gawking or actually get in?" His eyes continue to look ahead.
You bunk surprised but get up and into his car anyway. You buckle your seatbelt as he pulls off.
"Ah wait I didn't give you my friends address yet."
"You think I'm performing a taxi service? I'm not taking you to your friends house."
"Are you kidnapping me?"
"What?! No!" He groans. "I'm taking you to my apartment."
"…so kidnap."
"You know what sleep on the benches, who cares?" He starts turning his wheel before you start protesting.
"No, no. Okay sorry. I just…why?"
He doesn't answer for a moment. Looking ahead at the road and avoiding even a minor glance at you. He sighs.
"Because Mr. Ushijima keeps the keys in a drop box you know that. He doesn't retrieve them until the morning and he's the only one with a key for the drop box. So instead of letting you sleep on a bench, I'm letting you sleep in my apartment." His grip on the wheel tightens slightly throughout his explanation.
It barely makes any sense to you. He highly dislikes you as he claims and he's not exactly sunshine in the park to you either. But all of a sudden he's just being nice.
You're uncertain whether to tense up or relax in the seat but ultimately opt for a quiet thank you to him as you look out the window.
The rest of the car ride is quiet. You debate whether to invade the car radio but decide against it. Iwaizumi occasionally glances at you and then immediately regrets it. The whole thing. Letting you into his car and now driving you to his apartment.
The rest is quiet too. He parks, you both get you, and take the elevator up to his apartment. And then you wonder how he can afford his on the salary in California but everyone makes their own thing work.
He unlocks the door and gestures for you to come in. You hesitantly take the step, stopping just at the carpet sitting beneath your shoes.
"Do you want to shower?" He says it so casually like this isn't just inviting you—the girl he argues with everyday—into his apartment for the very first time.
"Excuse me?"
He pulls off his sweater and takes off his shoes. "So no?"
"I mean I do. It's just…"
"It's a shower, Y/n. This is just a place for you to shower and just a place for you to sleep so you're not out on the street."
He's unsure if he's being that firm and strict with his words to convince you or himself but it seems to be working. At least for one party.
"Fine. But what exactly am I supposed to wear? I don't want to change back into this stuff." You pull your shoes off.
"I'll give you spare clothes obviously. Just leave your bag on the hook right here. The bathrooms down that hall to the left. There should be a spare towel in there too." Iwaizumi moves calmly to the kitchen, looking for something in the cabinets.
You pause for a moment before nodding your head and your feet move you where Iwaizumi pointed.
His apartment is clean. Which you hadn't really expected otherwise but it was weird to be here in the first place. All of a sudden using his shower.
It's a calm twenty minutes. Better consistent temperature than the dorms that's for sure.
The hot steam in the bathroom escapes as it opens slightly.
"Hey, I'm leaving these here on the counter." He voices through the door before the door clothes again.
The shower goes off and you reach for the towel to dry off. You can't seem to take your eyes off the clothes he left. It's nothing special, a t shirt and sweats that are definitely not your size but at least you'll be comfortable.
After a few minutes you emerge from the bathroom. The scent of clean and Iwaizumi's detergent clinging to you. You approach him in the kitchen.
He turns and pushes a mug toward you. "It's tea and no I didn't poison it."
You take the mug. "Thanks. For all of this. It's weird when you're nice to me."
"Just drink the tea." He sips his own. "And it's to clear my conscious. If I was the last person you talked to before you slept on that bench and something happened to you, I'd get pinned for a crime."
"Oh yes I would totally tell the cops that." You sip your tea.
There's a lapse in the conversation. Just silence and tea. Iwaizumi leans against the counter, a subtle move that places him slightly closer to you. His shoulder brushing against yours. Kitchens not that big but standing this close makes it smaller.
You catch Iwaizumi's glance at you before he looks away at whatever's in front of him. You're not even sure what to say or if you should.
Something about it all feels intimate. As if sensing your uncertainty, he pushes off the counter and moves past you. "You can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh you really don't have to—"
"And have you complain through the entire day tomorrow about a crick in your neck because of my couch? No thanks. Just sleep in my room."
You nod slowly and walk the mug over to where he pointed. "Thanks. I'll make sure not to make a mess."
"If you do, I'll charge you." He sighs and reaches for the remote. "Goodnight, Y/n."
You look at him before pushing his bedroom door open. "Night."
You shut the door behind yourself. His room is clean, organized like the manic who insists that finger tape belongs in the bottom drawer.
You don't poke or prod but you do look. Some framed photos, a few medals, a calendar hanging on the wall with his entire schedule for the month.
You sigh to yourself and get into the bed. It seems just like him. A scent you've told yourself is infuriating because Iwaizumi is infuriating. But it serves to taunt you in a way that makes the memories of tonight stir a heat in your stomach.
You finish the tea and lay down. Closing your eyes, you fall asleep. More exhausted by the day than you thought.
Tuesday , 9:00 am
The morning is somehow even more awkward than the night. Iwaizumi watches as you stumble out of his bed, clearly you're not a morning person. Explains why he's always taking morning shifts when Mr. Ushijima puts them out.
Everything feels oddly domestic. you've already borrowed his shower and his clothes. And now you're borrowing a toothbrush and he's giving you a ride back to campus.
The car ride is quiet. Seems neither one of you can find any words to say to each other.
When the trainers office opens again, you grab your ID and hug it with joy, making a claim about never leaving it anywhere ever again.
You leave the trainers room right as an athlete slips in with Iwaizumi.
Returning to your dorm, you sigh with relief. Changing back into your own clothes and staring at yourself in your own mirror.
But the soft faces that Iwaizumi made while offering you things last night also stick with you. You shake your head, sure that it was just a delusion rather than what was actually there.
I mean you two argue all the time. How can that be soft?
Going about your day, you end up right back in the trainers office to do your job.
But nothing seems out of place or weird. True to his words, Iwaizumi made sure that last night was just him making sure you didn't get kidnapped.
Saturday, 9:00 am
The days blur together at some point. A history exam that you didn't study enough for, a paper you wrote half jittery on coffee and half asleep on low energy, and lectures where your professors just wouldn't quit droning on and on.
But eventually Saturday comes, a simple morning shift and then that party. A party you're sure you're going to drink terrible alcohol at and have a terrible hangover in the morning.
When you arrive that morning in the office, Iwaizumi is already there as always. Typing on the computer, not like always.
"Uh, you're in my spot." You hang your bag up on the hook behind the door.
"I'm typing up an incident." He doesn't bother to glance in your direction, continues typing.
"Right, so, did you hit your head last night? I always type up the incident reports. And any and all reports."
"Yeah well maybe today I want to write one. Are you going to pull me out of the chair for giving your fingers a break?"
You scowl at the back of his head. "You know how to be irritating first thing in the morning huh?"
"You wake up irritated. I've seen it."
Your mouth opens but the retort dies. He's not wrong on both accounts. "It's fucked up of you to use that against me."
"It's just a fact."
The quiet settles in the room. You turn around eventually to clean some equipment. Saturdays are always slow. It's usually Mondays that are the worst, hungover athletes who think it's a good idea to show up to practice and lift weights.
Iwaizumi's typing stops after a few more minutes. The printer in the room working to get his report back to him. He stands watching it with his arms crossed.
You glance over. Irritating.
Everything about him. The way he bosses you around sometimes, his quips, the way he smells, his arms. Yeah that's definitely the most annoying part, his arms.
You clear your throat and go back to wiping down a weight.
"So.."Iwaizumi starts, breaking the hum of the printer, "Are you going to that party tonight?"
"Yeah, I was invited remember? More like begged to come but yeah. Why?"
He shrugs. "No reason."
"Really? And here I was expecting the usual lecture about responsible drinking and behavior."
"Would you actually be listening?"
"I've heard it a million times." You put the weight back down where it belongs. The sound being accompanied by Iwaizumi's scoff.
He reaches for his printed report. "That's a no then. And I'm not your keeper. I'm sure you're responsible enough. Though after the whole ID situation.."
"It was one time!" You cross your arms. "Don't act like you're Mr. Perfect."
"I'm not claiming to be. I'm just far more responsible." He reaches for the stapler.
"You're a pain in the ass."
"Oh hey, that was my line." He chuckles to himself as he watches your scowl through the corner of his eye.
You count down the seconds to the end of your shift. Iwaizumi and you argue back and forth about practically everything.
How watching the time only makes it slower, how he snores too loud, how you're both a pain to deal with.
But when the beautiful hour of 5 pm hits, you grab your bag and are the first one to go.
"Make sure you have your ID. My apartment was a one time nicety."
You flip him off before checking your pockets as soon as you round the corner, holding you ID tightly in your hand.
Saturday, 8:30 pm
You check yourself out in the mirror one more time. Is it a little weird to wear Iwaizumi's t shirt after everything? Yeah but it's comfortable and who can blame you?
Besides it's not like anyone's going to actually know.
It's a casual outfit. For a party that's going to happen the exact same way you know every other party will.
When you get there, the blaring colorful lights are blasting in your face and the loud thump of music makes your teeth vibrate.
You find a familiar group of athletes in the crowd and shuffle over. Jokingly scolding them about making sure they're responsible tonight. That same rant that Iwaizumi gives you every time.
You seem to be enjoying yourself better than at any other party. This one has good music and people. Doesn't feel like you'll dip out early in the name of annoyance.
But you sure do need a drink. So after about 20 minutes of standing there, unsure of what to do with your hands, you decide now's a good as time as any to find that drink.
The one good thing about a house party is that all the drinks are most certainly in the kitchen.
There's hardly anyone in there, two other people who are attempting to have a conversation thought the kitchen door does only a halfway job of muffling the music.
You locate some vodka and juice.
The kitchen door opens again before muffling the sound. There's a presence behind you, casting a shadow onto the counter.
"Ever learn a thing or two about personal space?" You mutter.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you wanted that when you're just out and about wearing my clothes."
You stop, putting the juice down and turning your head to find Iwaizumi over your shoulder.
"I-Iwa, haha, what are you doing here? You hate parties."
His cheeks tinged pink just a bit. "You're wearing my shirt."
Crap. Caught not even an hour into this party.
"It's comfortable. And I didn't think you'd be here besides it's not like anyone knows that it's yours." You go back to pouring the juice into your cup.
"Is that why you haven't returned my sweats either? You've just been wearing them?" He sound accusatory. It's uncertain whether he's actually trying to be or if it's the haze of alcohol in his system.
"No, I just keep forgetting. My week has been busy you know." You cap the juice and pour in some vodka. When you take a sip, you wince at the taste.
He doesn't say anything in reply, staring down at you and watching you drink.
You look up at him. "So how much have you had to drink?"
"Just a little." He crosses his arms.
"Right, that's why you're so rosy in the face?"
He rolls his eyes. "That is because someone challenged me to push ups. And I won obviously. But i only had 2 shots. Nothing crazy, I'm responsible."
"You and this responsible talk. Are you going to watch me all night now?"
He shrugs instead of saying anything.
"Wow, you've never been a maybe kind of guy. I'm surprised."
"Forgive me for being decisive."
"Yeah well don't follow me around like a lost puppy dog. It'll harsh my chances of finding some cute guy to make out with." You sip some more of your drink and push off the counter back toward the main party.
Iwaizumi stands there for a minute before following you out.
You walk back over and start up a conversation with the athletes. Iwaizumi happens to join you guys too.
The conversation is great. Until you both start making snarky comments at each other. Leading to another verbal sparring match.
"I am responsible."
"You came to a party to find some guy to make out with."
"So? i didn't say I was going to marry him. And that has nothing to do with you."
"Didn't say it did. You were the one who mentioned it."
You roll your eyes. "Gosh, you really keep all the details of our conversation in your head to bring back up later don't you?"
"It's useful. Can't ever say I don't remember things."
"It's a pain in the ass. You know, you follow me around at work complaining, you act like I'm such a pain in your ass, and you follow me around here. I'm getting mixed signals, Iwa."
"Mixed signals?" He steps closer and raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah." You watch how to comment seems to really get him. Curiosity and defiance in his actions. "For such a decisive guy, you seem to really be sending out mixed signals. I mean seriously, I thought you were supposed to be so made up and—"
Iwaizumi doesn't let your little rant go on for any further. He closes the distance between you with quickness. One hand pulling you closer by your waist and the other cupping your cheek. His lips on yours before you can fully form the next thought.
Eyes subconsciously fluttering shut as you kiss him back. Your grip on your cup weakens a bit while your mind catches up with what's happening.
Your eyes shoot open and you pull back. It causes him to lean forward, he wasn't finished but he waits for whatever you're going to say.
"W-what the hell was that?!"
"…You wouldn't shut up."
"That was to shut me up?!"
"And for the purpose of no more mixed signals. I told you I'm decisive."
You blink as if he just told you that he's a robot. "Well when the hell did you decide any of this?" You vaguely gesture between you two with your cup.
"When I decided that you arguing with me seems to do something to me. And I think you're really hot in my clothes." He, just as before, doesn't wait for a response.
Lips finding yours again in the blurred lines of chaos and understanding. His grip on your waist tightens in the slightest.
"And a few weeks ago, you push my buttons but in all the right ways. I really should've kissed you sooner." He interrupts himself before diving back in for more. Now that he has a taste he doesn't want to stop.
You're like his new favorite addiction.
He pulls himself away before he can get himself carried away in front of this entire party.
The heat that's risen to your cheeks as you look down at your cup makes the crowded space even hotter.
"Y/n?" He gently makes you look up at him. "You okay? Gonna yell at me or something?"
You blink before pulling away from him. "Even if I did, it'd probably just make you hard." Your bad attempt at a joke but when you look at him and he has nothing to say, your eyes widen. "I-I was joking!"
"I know." He smiles. "But I'm not joking, at least about anything I've said. Or the fact that right in this moment you've caused me some issues I need to sort out."
"You're hard?"
"Can you blame me?" He pulls you closer again with a smile. "Come on Y/n, humor me for once."
"You're a pain in my ass." You roll your eyes.
He chuckles. "I could fix that." He buries his head in the crook of your neck. The heat of his breath on your skin before he carefully nips at your neck.
"You'll leave a hickey." But that doesn't stop him. You let out a soft sigh. "Fine. Wanna go back to your place?"
"Oh you're not even going to offer your place?"
"Not unless you want to find yourself on a twin bed"
He lifts his head and chuckles a genuine sound that makes something in your stir more than anything else. He looks at you with something you recognize from that night. So you weren't delusional after all.
Iwaizumi doesn't let go of you at all. Not through the crowd or out of the house. Not even in his car, his hand softly rubbing up and down your thigh as he drives. And you'd be damned if you didn't admit that he looked good driving with one hand.
He's like a perfect gentleman. Opening the car door, helping you out, leading you to his apartment as if you hadn't been there before.
"How come you didn't say anything before?"
"And risk our fun banter?" He unlocks the door. "I just didn't know what to say. And you'd probably just brush me off right?"
"Maybe. Or maybe I was thinking the same thing." You shrug. "I think you're annoyingly hot too."
He chuckles again. "Yes, you irritate me to no end. But I prefer it that way. Don’t think anyone else could make me say that." He shuts the front door and his lips find yours again.
This isn't as harsh as the one from before. He's trying to be gentle about it but he can't seem to help himself. Hands flexing on your waist. He needs this, needs you.
"You're clingy." You mumble against his lips. His only reply is moving you backward until you gently hit the counter.
His hands don't know what they want. To hold you between him and the counter, to sit on your waist pulling you impossibly close, or to cup your face.
Iwaizumi pulls back, not because he wants to, but because he knows you need air. His lips trail against your jaw and against your neck. The soft movements of his lips.
"Hickey." You state but lose any sense of authority or annoyance when your breathing hitches as he continues.
"Don't say that like you're actually against me giving you one." Iwaizumi's hands reach for the hem of your—more so his—shirt. They dip under the fabric. The slight cool of his hands causing you to shiver under his touch.
Your warmth only pushing him to touch you further. Crave what he's missing.
"Do you have any condoms?" You bluntly put it. It causes him to pull away from your neck and look at you.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, you asked at the party."
"Yeah but…I just want to make sure you're sure. Not feeling coerced?"
You close the distance between your lips. Something passionate and real, a convincing answer. "Yeah, real coerced." You mumble and he smiles against your lips.
He doesn't break the kiss, keeping everything in its contained bubble. He clumsily guides you toward his bedroom, finding the door knob behind himself and opening the door.
He doesn't bother to shut the door, finding the edge of his bed and gently setting you to lay down. He hovers over you, the combined weight causing his frame to creak in the slightest but none of that takes away from the tension you've both built.
"Hajime…" you heavily breathe out when you finally pull away from his lips.
He looks down at you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips again.
"Condom?" You steadily find the button of his jeans and undo it.
He looks almost surprised but lets you do what you want. "It's in the drawer."
Neither one of you looks in the direction of the nightstand drawer.
"You bring lots of girls back? I wouldn't be surprised if you were popular." You continue pulling at his jeans until you stop and reach for your own.
Now he's fully watching, invested. "Don't make it sound like I'm someone call boy. It's only ever happened once. At least until now. With you."
You unbutton your own jeans and start pulling them down. "Right well I hope you don't think I'm little miss pure."
"Shut up." He chuckles. "All I care about is this, right now. And I can assure you the only thing I'm thinking about is what's about to happen."
He pulls his shirt and pants off. The pile of clothes on the ground, growing as you each discard something.
He reaches for the drawer, pulling out a box and opening it.
You reach for the hem of the shirt before he stops you.
"I told you, I really liked the sight of you in my clothes right? Keep it on." He settles back down besides you. "You're still okay with this?"
"Yeah, I want you, Hajime."
Iwaizumi doesn't need to be told anymore. But he doesn't immediately kiss you this time. Pulling you on top of him, his hand trails down your stomach. His feather light touch causing you to flinch but his other hand makes sure that you keep your eyes on him.
Fingers tracing down until he hits the fabric of your underwear. He doesn't bother to go around them just yet. His fingers move back and forth against the fabric, watching every squirm and movement on your face.
Iwaizumi doesn't bother to look at what his hand is doing, trusting himself enough or finds himself entranced in your every reaction. The way you try to look away or hide your face in the hand that isn't using his shoulder to hold yourself up.
His soft careful back and forth movement only slows further as he presses against your clit. Your thighs tense against his legs. A heavy breath escapes from your lips.
"Hajime."
"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispers so gently, you'd almost forget he was committing vulgarity at the same time.
You shake your head. "You're teasing me."
"I might be. Consider it pay back for all those times you've gotten mouthy with me." His fingers move in a slow circle. You tense a bit.
Your hand moves away from your face. You adjust to reach for his cock through his boxers. Iwaizumi pauses for a second before continuing.
"You can't seem to go a second without getting your own payback huh?"
"S-shut up. It's only fair like this." You softly stoke him through the boxers.
The reactions he's trying hard to control are the one thing that keep your eyes on him. A mutual exchange of reactions and pleasure. Slow, agonizing pleasure.
"Haji.." You sigh softly. "I really need you."
The slick of your underwear against his fingers and the precut on his boxers coating your hand. It's clear you're both desperate and you have no shame in being the first to admit that you need more.
"How can I say no when you say my name like that, pretty girl?" He smiles and reaches for the condom box. He removes his hand. The absence of the consistent movement is both a relief and tortuous.
You shift again so he can roll the condom onto himself. He pulls his cock past his boxers and roils it on.
"Should we take these off?" Referencing the underwear but at this point, neither one of you could care less about it.
You lift yourself up and move your underwear to the side. Iwaizumi takes that as his answer and aligns himself under you.
He watches as you slowly sink down onto him. A joint gasp fills the room, joining the wet vulgar sound that happens as Iwaizumi immediately starts moving, unable to hold himself back from settling for a second.
"Fuck, Y/n.."
The room fills with the sound of you moving against. The bed creaks under the weight of both you. Iwaizumi only takes his eyes off you to watch where you're both connected.
Your moans and his groans combine in a cacophony of sounds among the vulgar wet noises. At one point, Iwaizumi switches. He lifts you up with him as he stands so you're now underneath him.
Iwaizumi deepens his thrusts, looking for what you'd like most. His fingers finding your clit again. That's all he wants, just to please you. Even if you're both back to arguing about nonsense tomorrow, he wants to know he did this right tonight.
To know that you felt good because of him. Moans of pleasure and a mixture of you calling his name turn him on more. He doesn't struggle, not physically. If he tried and you wanted, he could probably do this all night. What was getting him was the way you looked, moved under him, and how you sounded just for him.
"Don't stop, Hajime. I'm—" A gasp escapes you. Iwaizumi's steady pace hits something inside you. He pauses for a second before feeling the way you clench around him.
He thrusts again, feeling the clench and how much wetter you've gotten against his fingers.
He doesn't slow down either. It's a frustrating thought that on top of everything else, Iwaizumi is good at this. He's attentive and caring in a way. But almost all of those thoughts are clouded by the lust in your mind and how close you are.
"Come on, love, you want to cum?" His fingers against your clit pick up their pace. "Just cum. Show me how much you love this."
The creak of the bed, evidence to Iwaizumi's consistent pacing. The sound of his name falling from your lips and the way you look under him burns into his mind. Hard to argue with you when this is all he'll be thinking about next time.
"Hajime!" You moan out as you cum, clenching around his cock. His hips stutter against you like he wasn't even aware it was happening. He came at the same time as you.
"Fuck, you really do something to me when you call my name like that."
You heavily breath against him. He shifts his positioning. His hand cupping you face.
"I'm sweaty, don't." You sigh.
He smiles and presses a light kiss against your lips. "You're always arguing with me."
He stills for a moment before pulling out. The condom full. You clench around the emptiness now present. Iwaizumi sits up and ties it off, throwing it away.
"Do I get to use your nice shower again?"
"I'll loan you some more clothes too." He lays back down and pulls you close against him. "In a bit." He takes in the moment, inhaling your scent.
"You're still annoying you know."
"Yeah, the feelings mutual." He presses a kiss against your neck. "You're as difficult as they come."