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One thing Iwaizumi was grateful for during tonight’s dinner celebration party was the golden glow of the dim lights and the soft melodies playing in the background after months of being surrounded by naturally loud and rowdy athletes.
It was the perfect relaxing atmosphere to exist in after enduring the pre-olympic and olympic season that was full of having to move too fast — too precise, perfection required for his every move.
Another thing he’s grateful for tonight is his fiancé’s presence beside him, winning a gold medal has done so much to Oikawa’s spirit and Iwaizumi is happy it was his win because he knows Oikawa deserved it so much more than anyone else, he can’t make it known though since his fiancé is his rival first and foremost.
–Or that’s what he likes to think, because everyone has definitely publicly heard his loud cheering, variations of ‘you did it baby’ and ‘Good job, i’m so proud of you’ and publicly witnessed the way he sprinted to Oikawa hauling him up by the waist to kiss him a second after Oikawa got his gold medal. Proud glossy eyes and a big smile adorning his face–
Today’s celebration was one of the multiple ones he threw for his fiancé, this time he was aiming for a relaxing chill dinner. The place was filled with the hushed chatters of their close friends and Oikawa’s teammates.
Iwaizumi’s hand was slung around the back of Oikawa’s chair, rubbing slow steady circles on his waist through the little gap there.
“Iwa-chan is still my favorite though, even as a loser” Oikawa’s high pitched haughty voice snapped him out of his thoughts which was likely what he intended using that tone.
Iwaizumi turned around to look at him with a raised eyebrow, it’s been so hard for him to not just smile wide at the mere sight of his fiancé — let alone call him out on his bluff — and it’s all the happy glow that’s been emanating from him lately.
God help me, Iwazumi pleaded as his eyes met Oikawa’s, because the second the distance made him weak and so much more fond of everything Oikawa does, it was all over for him. Completely rendered to a ring around his boyfriend’s slander finger.
“What is it Shittykawa.” He tried to frown and grumble but it turned out amused, eyes glistening and so, so fond.
“Well i’m just,” Oikawa started, a happy playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and Iwaizumi had to fight himself back from just pulling him in and kissing all over his pretty face, pleading to god once again to help him act sane.
“Letting them know of my latest winning streak, Iwa-chan my favorite loser.” He clicked his tongue in a stupid mock pity then started giggling like it was the most amusing thing ever.
And here was another crack in iwaizumi’s belief in gods.
Because this, he thinks, wasn’t anything helpful at all. He had to pull Oikawa’s chair closer and just kiss him — probably to everyone else’s dismay.
“You’re stupid.” Iwaizumi fondly mumbled in-between kissing all over Oikawa’s giggles.
When he eventually pulled back smiling, Oikawa started giggling again because of his funny messed up hair — which was 100% his fault —
Iwaizumi sighed, tightening his arm around Oikawa’s chair to pull it closer, ignoring his taunting to enjoy the sensation of getting his scalp gently scratched as Oikawa was petting and pulling the strands back together.
“Toto! you look good, I love your outfit.” A shout came from across the room announcing someone’s arrival, Iwaizumi raised his head and his expression fell blank, it was Agustin. And he’s also, winking at Oikawa.
Great.
Iwaizumi tried so hard not to roll his eyes at Agustin’s presence and just completely ignored him, preferring to go back to nursing his drink after moving an arm from the back of Oikawa’s chair to sit around his waist, grip firm and possessive.
Agustin is one of Oikawa’s close friends that helped him navigate a lot during his first months at San Juan though Iwaizumi would like to put a question mark under the ‘friend’ title because in his opinion, Agustin can’t keep to himself.
He trusts his fiancé, and really understands Oikawa and Agustin hooking up before he and Oikawa started dating is none of his business.
He really understands, mostly.
But you can’t just separate him from the strong ugly feeling that engulfed him when it happened, it's unfortunately everlasting somewhere inside of him.
Oikawa thankfully revels in iwaizumi’s possessiveness though and that’s another sigh of relief, because he carries a lot of it.
“It’s a pity you can’t see what’s under Agustin, pretty sure you’d like it” Oikawa purred, winking back at his teammate. Which served as a reminder to Iwaizumi that as much as Oikawa liked his possessive tendencies, he also very much likes to stir it up. To try his luck more often than Iwaizumi would prefer.
He’s acting like that — tilting his head to look at another man through his lashes, purring at him and winking back — despite being in Iwaizumi’s possessive hold.
“Oikawa.” A low growl escaped Iwaizumi as his hand tightened enough to bruise where it rested on his waist.
But that, to his dismay, made Oikawa’s whole body twitch in interest.
“You know I'd very much appreciate that pretty boy,” a wink, “but I still have many things I wanna accomplish in life!” was another loud response followed by a louder cackle from Agustin.
Iwaizumi misses — mourns — the atmosphere before his arrival.
“Aw that’s so unfortunate, right? Iwa-chan?” He turned his head to Iwaizumi’s direction, voice laced with syrupy sweetness, jutting his lips out in a pout while looking up at him through his long pretty lashes to add to the show. His attention now completely on Iwaizumi, Agustin completely forgotten.
Iwaizumi leaned in, willing to humor him a little. His lips brushed against the shell of Oikawa’s ear “Behave. Tooru.” he warned, tone stern and possessive.
Oikawa smiled wide, all teeth and full of mischief, pulling back to look Iwaizumi in the eye “Make me. Hajime.”
and there it is again.
Oikawa has been testing his limits and patience since the second he arrived. Started very bold and brave because he knew Iwaizumi can’t do anything about it without it affecting his performance during the Olympics. He acted like a total brat, a complete tease for almost every minute Iwaizumi spent with him.
It died down — or so he assumed — after the end of the Olympics and Iwaizumi decided to let it go this time.
But here he is again, acting like a slut in a room full of people that Iwaizumi tries his best to not think about how they all mostly had their way with his fiancé at least once before. Or has been boldly trying way after they officially announced getting together 3 years ago.
Trying to tease. To break all of Iwaizumi’s restraint to just bend him over and claim him infront of everyone who’s currently trying to eye fuck him. His fiancé.
He looks at him, eyes meeting oikawa’s for few seconds, gaze dark and hot with possessiveness that he knows Oikawa is feeling how intense it is because of the way his breath hitched, the way he almost went fully slack in Iwaizumi’s hold, leaving all that bold pretense behind.
Iwaizumi tilted his head, raised an eyebrow deciding his next movement. Face almost expressionless — if not for his eyes — and Iwaizumi thinks he's gonna make it fair. Oikawa wants to play? He’d tag along too.
So he looks around. Make sure everyone he wants to be looking is looking. They’re always giving his fiancé that hungry wolf gaze. Eyes always following and watching so he indulges them too. Give them a show.
He leaned in, one of his hands tightened around Oikawa’s hips and the other was between his shoulder blades. Pushing him close, keeping him there.
His head turned slightly to find Oikawa’s nape and land a featherlight kiss before sinking his teeth there.
Hard. Intense. And nasty.
Oikawa’s hands flew to Iwaizumi’s hair in shock, pushing and pulling. His whole body tensed under the shock of the sharp pain, his eyelids drooped — eyes almost fully rolled back — trying to not wither or gasp too loudly, because he already did gasp. Twice.
Oikawa pressed his forehead on the back of his hands that rested atop Iwaizumi’s head in an attempt to hide his face as he hissed back a trembling “Iwa-chan” and hoped it sounded like he intended and not like he actually felt because if it did, it’d be too desperate. Too whiny to resemble a hiss.
Iwaizumi finally pulled back when Oikawa started to shake and heavily pant pressed on him. A little after making sure the mark would last for days from now.
Then he moved the hand pressed between Oikawa’s shoulder blades to under his chin, lifting it up just enough for his eyes to meet Iwaizumi’s that was taking in the state his face turned into before smirking a tiny upturn of his lips, one only Oikawa would notice. Would understand.
“I said. Behave. Tooru.” The syllables leaving his mouth slow, steady and sharp.
“Iwa-chan” Oikawa starts, lips quivering, eyes glossy and needy before Iwaizumi shushed him. Hands moving to rearrange Oikawa’s shirt collar back in place, making sure the mark is showing. Bright red and nasty.
The next few hours passed with a pattern of Iwazumi teasing. Too close to touch yet too far to reach. Oikawa’s lingering gaze was pleading and stubborn at the same time in a real Tooru fashion. His body trembled at the slightest touch Iwaizumi spared him.
A thumb rubbing his hip bone just under the bottom of his shirt almost felt too much, enough for him to start panting again — but Iwaizumi knew exactly when to stop. He’d push him too close to useless knees giving up on him just before stopping his touch completely, turn to face the opposite direction and chat with whoever stood near him.
Only to feel Oikawa's forehead pressing against his shoulder, fingers tugging on his belt loops in a silent plea.
Oikawa’s teammates and everyone else that were desperate for his fiancé’s attention managed to distract him a little.
A poor excuse of a distraction, really.
They were able to get a few words here and there out of him. Small barely formed conversations before he started to get impatient and antsy. The need to go find Iwaizumi and feel his arm around his waist or the small of his back was urgent and ever present.
When the first guest left throwing the excuse of his daughter refusing to sleep unless he read her favorite bedtime story. Oikawa’s head snapped to him immediately — eyes wide and hopeful — Iwaizumi tilted his head in a mocking gesture of thinking, stretching the action before he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“You’re the princess of this party. Can’t leave all your admirers hanging alone now, can we?”
Oikawa’s hopeful expression turned into a desperate pout. Hands tugging Iwaizumi’s own hands closer “Iwa-chan! We’re a team. I did as much as everyone else did, you’re just being difficult and mean” his protests were weak and almost breathless, Iwaizumi can already see his pupils have dilated a little — to which he chuckled, eyes flickering with amusement and a hidden fire of possessiveness —
Mine. He thought.
“Are we sure of this, baby? All I've heard is people waiting for you to say the word to drop to their knees out of how grateful and proud they are of you.” Iwaizumi tried to sound neutral, to hide the bite and the barely contained possessive anger he feels.
To which he failed, miserably.
His hand that was positioned again to cradle the back of Oikawa’s chair was twitching, clenching and unclenching. Crescent moon shapes decorated his palm and it was starting to sting but he allowed it.
It was an attempt to breathe out a bit of what he’s feeling so he can keep this faćade and not just outright burn the place with the people who are having their hands all over his fiancé. Hungry gaze too intense for their touches to be casual.
Iwaizumi eventually moved his hand to sit on Oikawa’s inner thigh under the table, rubbing circles. The motion was too rough and intense but at least it was there for Oikawa’s comfort.
He can tell Oikawa was starting to think he didn’t want him because of the lack of physical touch he was getting back, which is funny in a way. But his boyfriend was always that dramatic and he’d be damned if he didn’t take care of him.
It took approximately a minute for Oikawa’s trembling thighs to start trying to close, his breathing heaving and face turning pink.
Iwaizumi huffed a quiet — bitter and mean — laugh at that.
Oikawa is looking too close to the way he looked in Iwazumi’s hold his first day in Tokyo, too sensitive and ready to break.
Iwazumi wants to devour him. Want it all.
Oikawa’s head fell on his shoulder in a whine when Iwaizumi stretched the action. Face immediately pressed onto Iwaizumi’s neck to hide there, trembling and heaving in a silent plea. “Hey, baby” Iwaizumi whispered against his hair, his free hand moving to cup Oikawa’s jaw “Already too much, huh baby?”
Oikawa looked up through his now messed up bangs and long lashes in a silent plea.
God. Iwaizumi started pleading for the third time this night — because he knows if he was standing he would’ve fallen to his knees in worship. Waiting for a single command from his beloved to oblige.
Oikawa is pretty. Way too pretty for it to be convenient and he knows how to use it to get Iwaizumi to crumble and just give him what he needs.
Not all at once though, at least not tonight.
So he moves his thumb to Oikawa’s bottom lip, presses for a second before he tugs down, just a little. Maybe spends another second or two admiring Oikawa’s pretty bottom teeth. “Tell me.” he demanded “And do it nicely.”
Oikawa’s eyes widened before he let out a gasp like he’s been underwater, both hands clinging to iwaizumi’s wrist now — too eager and impatient ”Please?”
“Nicer.”
Oikawa’s grip tightened as words sputtered out of his mouth, almost frenzied. He can’t let iwaizumi back down now “Hajime take me home, please? please I want— want you to have me so much Iwa-chan it hurts.”
Cute Iwaizumi thought as his smile began to spread wider, eyes were shining with a frenzied type of hunger, one he can’t hide neither cares about doing so because he wants him just as much, probably even more.
Iwaizumi needs to ruin his ability to beg and talk. Render him to nothing but little pathetic gasps and whines.
But he’ll stretch this just a little bit longer, wait until Oikawa looks at him with his pretty doe eyes already glossy with need, pretty tears ready to spill out before he gets anything real.
So he stands up pulling Oikawa’s hot body against his own, a finger hooking around his belt loops to guide him as they stumble out.
He knows he can make Oikawa’s eyes teary within a minute or two — if he so desires — He perfected pushing Oikawa’s right buttons years ago, but the pace he’s feeling like is a slow and torturous one tonight. The car ride to his apartment will take 30 minutes and he’ll make the most of it.
The second they got into the car, his palm moved to Oikawa’s inner thighs to caress —tease — before settling firm and hot across his half hard cock and pressed down.
Oikawa’s body stilled for a second breath hitching before he arched his back and broke off in rapid bursts of breathy loud whines, his thighs trembling with the effort to keep them wide open as he squirmed under the pressure, clearly not expecting the sudden relief anytime soon.
And because he knew better than to try and close them now.
“Breathe.” Iwazumi demanded locking eyes with Oikawa’s half lidded eyes.
“Iwa-chan.” Oikawa whined back, loud and needy.
“Yes baby?” he hummed, moving his eyes to the rearview mirror to reverse the car.
“I wanna go home.”
“So do i.”
“Iwa-chan.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re so mean to me today.” Iwaizumi didn’t look at him, but he can exactly picture his petulant needy pout.
“Am I? You were begging for my touch all night long and now that you’ve got it you’re complaining?” He raised an eyebrow now looking at him “You’re so spoiled, princess.”
Oikawa huffed a whine but said nothing, opting to stay still and silent in hopes he can focus his attention on a new serve technique and forget about Iwaizumi’s palm pressing just right. So good but not enough.
The car stopped for a red traffic light 10 minutes in, Iwaizumi turned his head to look at a surprisingly calm Oikawa, he’s sitting still, his hands are fidgeting but that was it he was as good as he was asked to be.
“Baby?” He called and Oikawa snapped out of his thoughts, turning his head to look at Iwaizumi. His brows were furrowed, lips red bitten and stuck out in a small pout, doe eyes glistening with unshed tears.
bingo.
Iwaizumi lips curled in a fond smile, eyes warm with both adoration and lust. His fiancé is so ethereal. angelic. So pretty.
“Pretty.” His chest rumbled in a low chuckle as he leaned closer, tilting Oikawa’s chin up to kiss both his eyelids “God baby look at you, such a mess already.”
Oikawa let out a tiny sob at the intensity of Iwaizumi's tone and gaze, lips quivering slightly as he was attempting to get control of his own reactions as if it wasn’t laid bare to Iwaizumi. “I wanna be good.”
Iwaizumi hummed in approval “Yeah. You’ll need a lot of that tonight.”
Iwaizumi did a quick job of turning the car off and moved to open the passenger door to pull Oikawa out, listening to him letting out an unnecessary little whiny gasp.
The fucking tease.
The second the elevator doors closed, Oikawa let out a squeak at being pinned against the wall — Iwaizumi’s tongue deep down his throat and his own eyes rolled back.
It was unexpected, because Iwaizumi always holds himself back in public due to pure possessiveness.
‘No other is allowed to see, or hear’ is what he told him a while back and he’d always kept to his words. Until today.
It seemed like he succeeded in pushing Iwaizumi’s limits after weeks of trying and the thought got him to fully harden from nothing but the prolonged anticipation.
It was just a series of Oikawa getting manhandled until he’s finally on Iwaizumi's bed.
Back arched, ready to get up and chase Iwaizumi the second he touched the mattress, but Iwaizumi didn’t allow that. One arm already draped on the span of his lower stomach anchoring him down, shoving his tongue back into Oikawa’s mouth and humming as he swallowed his failed attempt of begging.
Oikawa squirmed and whimpered, his thighs spreading wide open and his hands clawed on Iwaizumi’s shoulders, pulling him closer in an attempt to get more.
More, more and more.
Iwaizumi’s hands slid under the ring of his boxers, stripping him off of it and his slacks in a fast swift motion — pulling away from the kiss for a second to take his shirt off as well. Leaving Oikawa fully nude as he was still fully clothed aside from his suit jacket that was thrown off somewhere on the apartment’s floor.
He leaned back in, pinning Oikawa’s thighs to his chest ensuring he can’t get any friction before forcing his mouth open to lick into it again. He took his time kissing and biting on Oikawa’s quivering lips, he kissed and licked the drool that was leaking down his throat. Aiming to get his full out of that loud pretty mouth, to get him even more red and needy.
“Iwa-chan” He gasped the second Iwaizumi spared his mouth. Sounding so close to a sob but not quite there yet.
“So fucking perfect, doll” Iwaizumi sighed, catching his lips in an open mouthed kiss. He sucked on his tongue the way he would suckle his tip. The way Oikawa likes it and pleads for it.
It made him break off in a sob, trying his best to squirm out of Iwaizumi’s hold and hump his thigh, craving the friction. But he was pinned down with a strength he can only dream of escaping.
Iwaizumi’s hands roamed over his body, his hands groped and kneaded every bit of Oikawa’s flush in a pace that was nothing but blinded by lust.
He started mouthing a trail of wet angry red marks on his jaw, biting and reveling in the way Oikawa begged and whimpered in his hold.
Iwaizumi leaned back to take the state Oikawa was in. His gaze hot and piercing, Oikawa was already wrecked in the most delicious way possible. His pupils were fully dilated by now, lips were jutted out in a pout he knew Iwaizumi is weak for.
“My pretty baby,” Iwaizumi sighed again, this time a little bit less frenzied that he got to press his body over Oikawa’s bare one and have his mouth all over him — his expression morphed into amusement, a little bit mean and condescending,
The slight numbness and dull ache he felt in his lips and jaw satisfied a little of the almost primal lust he held for Oikawa.
Oikawa was looking back at him, little gasps leaving his mouth as his eyes fixated on Iwaizumi's teeth. He always had a long history of obsession with Iwaizumi’s teeth. Especially his fangs
The realization made Iwaizumi’s smile turn more intent — feral in a predatory way.
Oikawa’s full of lust stare made his eyes stop and focus on the bite mark he left earlier.
His gaze turned dark again as he leaned in, leaving a feather light kiss there, just to remind Oikawa of the mark, of the meaning behind it.
Mine.
Oikawa’s skin jumped at the contact followed by a loud needy moan. His body pulled tight in Iwaizumi’s hold out of pure white-hot need, blush traveling down — the red blotches spreading to his collarbone and chest.
“Mine.” Iwaizumi growled, biting on Oikawa’s left shoulder to leave another mark.
“Hajime.” Oikawa hiccuped, pressing his palms on both of Iwaizumi's shoulder blades begging to get him closer. The clothes barrier was making him so frustrated but he also couldn’t fathom the idea of Iwaizumi pausing his kisses or stop holding him for the seconds it’d take him to strip.
That and he knows this is a part of Iwaizumi being mean, by intentionally taking away the skin to skin contact he needed so badly from him.
“Say it, Tooru.” Iwaizumi pressed his mouth on the shell of Oikawa’s ear, voice deep and possessive. “Say it.”
“Haji— hahh. Hajime— Love you.” Oikawa tried, way out of his mind to think of the burning intention behind Iwaizumi’s request. What he actually asked of him.
“Nope.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue in disapproval, and Oikawa’s eyes snapped to him. His lips quivered, eyes pleading and voice too small as he whispered. “You don’t love me?” his
Oikawa’s forehead touched Iwaizumi's — looking through his eyelashes at him. breath shallow and desperate for an answer.
“You know I do, I love you.” Iwaizumi assured him, moving a hand lower to knead one of Oikawa’s thighs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Tell me who do you belong to, baby”
“‘M all yours hajime! I love you.” Oikawa slurred, too fast. Too eager to please.
Iwaizumi hummed back, satisfied. “That’s right,” His other hand moved to rub a circle around Oikawa’s sensitive nipple, teasing. “My doll.”
“Please,” Oikawa gasped, already begging and ready to spend a full night of that.
“Hmm.”
“please, please hajime.”
Iwaizumi flicked his nipple once, then pinched hard and pulled, earning him a sweet whimper and pretty doe eyes rolling back. He spread Oikawa’s thighs wider and pinned them beside his small waist, to get more access to his nipples and to completely bury his face in his chest. Oikawa was flexible enough for that and more.
He looked down to make sure Oikawa was pinned still and comfortable, his painfully swollen cock catched Iwaizumi’s gaze and he cooed, chuckling in a mock pity, “Oh baby.”
Oikawa whined in protest and tried to mouth off but Iwaizumi took his right nipple between his teeth and bit down, hard. Turning whatever bratty comeback he had in mind into a whine.
Oikawa’s hands flailed in an attempt to grip on Iwaizumi’s hair, unsure whether to push away or pull closer.
Iwaizumi spent his sweet time listening to Oikawa’s cries as he played with his nipples, switching between his mouth and fingers until they started looking painfully red. Which in his opinion added more to the fun.
Oikawa loved it, sounding so sweet and like he could come from this alone — it was Iwaizumi’s intention to tease him into that state.
“‘M gonna come!” Oikawa sobbed, right on cue. He arched his back to have more of Iwaizumi’s mouth on him, as if it wasn’t already full of him.
Greedy.
Iwaizumi said nothing back, he kept mouthing Oikawa’s nipple as he moved a hand down to his twitching cock — already making a mess of precome — wrapping his hand around the base before squeezing hard enough to stop any hopes Oikawa had of release.
Oikawa wailed, gasped and begged, hands thrashing everywhere in hopes of finding grounding purchase — something, anything — but didn’t find any.
Iwaizumi’s chin rested between his pecs, eyes fixed on Oikawa’s teary eyes. Fingers still pinching on his red swollen nipple, “Tell me Tooru, did they ask about anything you liked when they passed you around?” Iwaizumi asked. His question sounded like he was daring him to answer — like he was daring him to stay silent “Did they care about what you wanted? or just wanted to bend a pretty boy over? hm?”
Oikawa’s hands were now mindlessly trying to push and stop Iwaizumi’s fingers from abusing his nipples more, eyes unfocused and cock twitching — which pissed Iwaizumi off more — his body reacted like he enjoyed what Iwaizumi was implying so he pinched harder. “Answer me. Oikawa.”
“Haahh— Hajime! No, I” He mewled, gasping for breath, for the strength to pull himself free “It’s only you Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, not satisfied yet. “They— Don’t know. Hajime”
“I didn’t—“ a sob, “I didn’t care i just”
“I kept thinking about you. Hajime! I even called someone your name. A lot— ‘s the only way I could get off, please.” He begged with his eyes fixed on Iwaizumi’s own — as best as he could with tears filling his eyes and his body’s pathetic attempts of crawling away — He needed Iwaizumi to see through him, to believe him. In hopes it’d relieve a bit of the pressure he’s feeling right now.
It felt like his cock was gonna explode any second from now and the fist tightening around it isn’t helping at all.
Iwaizumi stilled. Breath hitching for a moment before he finally hummed, breaking the eye contact and freeing both Oikawa’s cock and nipple in one swift motion.
Oikawa gasped at the sudden relief, almost feeling grateful but it didn’t remain long because Iwaizumi’s hands were now on his waist, lingering just a bit to admire the way his fingers touched, “Perfect.” he murmured before flipping him over, one of his palms stayed on Oikawa’s lower belly guiding his hips up. “Stay still.” Oikawa nodded trying to fight his weak trembling legs and do as he was told.
Iwaizumi’s palm moved to leave his belly but Oikawa let out a whine and pressed back down harder, he wanted Iwaizumi’s hand to stay there.
Iwaizumi huffed a laugh against his ear, “wanna feel me all over here baby?” he nuzzled closer, leaving a kiss on the shell of his ear.
Oikawa moaned, high desperate moan “Please,”
“Look at you, baby, gonna carry our kids for me?” He said pressing his palm harder into his lower belly and moving his other palm to draw shapes inside Oikawa’s trembling inner thigh.
He knew what he was doing, knew Oikawa’s limits very well and was aiming to push towards them.
A trail of kissing — worshipping — Oikawa’s back led him lower to worshipping his cheeks. Open mouth kiss, biting and groaning in lust.
Oikawa gasped, trying to push lower “Iwa-chan.” He sobbed in hopes it’d make Iwaizumi feel bad — bury his tongue inside of him and give him what he needed, but instead got Iwaizumi’s firm hands holding him in place.
“‘M gonna die Iwa-chan! You’re so cruel.” He sobbed.
“You’re so spoiled,” Iwaizumi says, “You get it all for one week and now you think you can’t take anything but being told yes?” He taunts dragging a dry finger up and down Oikawa’s quivering hungry hole, the touch barely there but enough for a loud needy moan to escape Oikawa, enough for his hole to start twitching more in hopes to trap his fingers inside.
“Slut.” He murmured as his palm fell heavy on Oikawa’s hungry pulsing hole. Spanking one, two and three times.
“Tell me, wouldn’t you love it if we had a crowd, Tooru?” spank, “Maybe if I shared you with one of the assholes who spent the night eye fucking you, daydreaming about a pretty boy’s tight hole.” Another spank was all it took for Oikawa’s legs to give out, gasping and begging Iwaizumi to stop, to give him more.
“Hips up. Oikawa,” Iwaizumi growled, both hands already on his waist to help him up and keep him there.
“Can’t!” Oikawa sobbed, trying just to fail and end up falling flat on his stomach again.
“Yes you can, on your knees now unless you want me to stop.”
Oikawa choked on a sob, repeating weak protests as he tried and failed again.
Iwaizumi sat there with his arms crossed in disapproval, still and watching until Oikawa eventually got it — On all his fours and ready — he hummed, leaning closer to leave a featherlight kiss between Oikawa’s shoulder blades, “Good boy.”
Iwaizumi moved to get the lube from his bedside table, smothering a generous amount on his left hand’s fingers then moving the right to slide under Oikawa’s chest and shove three fingers inside his gaping mouth, hot and wet — ready to have him any moment.
“You’re gonna keep on your knees still until I get you all ready.” he whispered to his ear, voice low and sure before kissing his shoulder and circling his rim with two fingers.
Oikawa whined in response, shaking his head in protest with more tears staining the pillows. He just can’t keep still on his weak legs for that long, especially with Iwaizumi’s fingers inside of him.
“Yes you will.” was the only response he got before Iwaizumi shoved one, two fingers into the tucked heat inside of him.
Oikawa choked on the fingers inside his mouth, moaning and gasping in his struggle to grasp what his body actually needed.
His hips bucked away but his mouth was letting out the most obscene sounds like he was begging for more.
Iwaizumi held him in place by pressing the hand in his mouth down and pressing the finders inside him further in. He was trapped between Iwaizumi’s two hands, keeping him still and stuffing him full everywhere. His eyes were completely rolled back now — jaw slacked wide open, choking on moans and the pool of drool under his tongue. Wetting Iwaizumi’s hands down to his forearm.
“Look at you making such a fucking mess of me too.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue, dragging his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. “I bet they didn’t even know how to shut you up. Bet you were running your spoiled little mouth the whole fucking time. Not satisfied without my cock but can’t just ask for it.” His fingers curved and pressed against Oikawa’s tight walls, forcing the stretch wider.
Oikawa’s hands started clawing on his right forearm in retaliation — whining in protest as he sinks his teeth down on Iwaizumi’s fingers.
Iwaizumi hissed a curse before shoving his fingers deeper down his throat, “Still has it in you to be a brat?” he chuckled in awe, Oikawa was barely conscious. There really is no limit to his stubbornness.
And that, to Oikawa's misfortune, did nothing but raise the challenge to break him into pure submission. Iwaizumi forced a third thick finger in and watched Oikawa’s teeth that were latched onto his hand stop digging into the flesh — his jaw going completely slack again, brows pinching in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Iwaizumi’s fingers were thick and long. It usually takes Oikawa double the time to get him used to one finger, but Today wasn’t the day to pamper him or pay any mind to his bratty whine and protests.
It was the kind of day he’ll lay down. Forced to take whatever Iwaizumi decides to give him, and take it perfectly.
Iwaizumi’s knuckles scissored to work him open — intentionally missing all the spots he knows Oikawa would want him to stimulate.
His right thumb rubbed soothing circles over Oikawa’s cheeks, noting how he wasn’t even considering swallowing now, he just drooled all over the pillows. Too busy focusing on moving his hips in ways that could get Iwaizumi’s fingers to touch where he really needs it.
“Greedy.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue, hooking a clothed thigh between Oikawa’s bare ones to help hold him in place more firmly.
“Be good,” Oikawa whined at that, no longer able to do anything else. Just stuck in place — pretty and taking what he's given. Too drunk an dazed in lust to fight back anymore.
Iwaizumi added a fourth finger that wasn’t smothered in lube, Oikawa’s inside were already wet and hot he didn’t think it’d make a difference but apparently it did, Oikawa’s reaction told him all he needed to know.
His back arched more — his half-lidded eyes rolled back at the added pressure and burn. He loved the burn.
“Slut.” Iwaizumi huffed a laugh, deciding to give him a second to adjust to the fourth thick finger inside him.
“My baby,” he cooed, leaning down to lick the drool spilling out of the corner of his mouth. “Pretty mess. My doll.”
Oikawa whimpered at the praise and tried to turn his head closer to Iwaizumi’s lips, rid himself from the fingers down his throat so he could kiss him, but Iwaizumi backed away. “Nope, not yet.”
He smiled at Oikawa’s attempt at protesting. A frustrated whine turned into a needy one when Iwaizumi started moving his fingers again. This time in a fast precise pace — hitting Oikawa’s favorite sweet spots with every curve and drag of his thick fingers.
He removed the fingers inside Oikawa’s mouth, wiping his drool slicked fingers on the sheets before wrapping them around Oikawa’s throat, choking him with the perfect amount of pressure Oikawa always begged for. “Take it.”
Oikawa’s response came in strangled whimpers, the sound scratchy and breathless due to Iwaizumi’s fingers abusing his throat from the inside and currently the outside, this was gonna have a lasting impact on his voice just like Iwaizumi wanted.
He’ll make him walk around looking like he’s been put through the mattress for days straight. Make it known that Iwaizumi is the only one who can get him this cock-drunk, satisfied and happy.
Iwaizumi kept his pace steady, eyes focused on the bite mark he left on Oikawa’s nape until he started feeling his walls tighten and pulse around his fingers. Body tensing, moans coming out short and breathless, the tell tales of him being so close.
He waited for few seconds more — just enough to know the next push would get him to come, and removed his fingers completely. All at once. Followed by the hand around his throat.
Oikawa sucked in a harsh breath at the shock of being on his own again. Knees failed him as he squirmed and thrashed on the mattress, sobbing in pain and frustration. He was close, so close.
Iwaizumi had his right palm sprawled on the small of his back in a failed attempt to soothe. Oikawa used it as a purchase to turn himself around and face Iwaizumi. Eyes wide and tears falling down his red tinted cheeks
“You’re heartless! Iwa-chan! heartless! and mean! and cruel!” Oikawa sobbed in accusation, his trembling legs weakly kicking at him.
Iwaizumi’s hands moved to catch one of his ankles, holding it close — pressing kisses all over his ankle and feet to hide a smile before he sighed and leaned closer. “I’ve got you,” he said, kissing Oikawa’s teary eyes.
“It’s okay.” Iwaizumi soothed, feeling Oikawa’s rapid heartbeat and his shallow angry breathing.
Oikawa wrapped his arms around his shoulders and scratched hard in retaliation, the fabric of Iwaizumi’s shirt was making it harder but he was determined to harm as he glared and pouted at the man kissing all over his face while rubbing soothing circles on his hipbones.
“Stupid.” Oikawa bitched again, after his breath soothed back to normal. Earning him a bite on his lower lip. “You’re soo mad at me for not letting you cum but did they care about that, Tooru?” Iwaizumi pressed his lips against Oikawa’s ear, biting and nibbling “how many times did a boy’s little cock leave you all alone, still achy and hard after they finished, hm?”
“Iwa-chan.” Oikawa whined in frustration that was triggered by both the teasing and the lust because of Iwaizumi’ pure possessiveness. “Don’t be mean, I don’t care!”
“Oh I do.” Iwaizumi looked him in the eyes, gaze pinning Oikawa down. Dark and heavy.
Oikawa’s breath hitched as his eyelids drooped, “Please.” He whimpered — a barely audible one, it was too much. His chest heavied with need. “Too much. Please I’m all yours— only ever yours Hajime.” Oikawa slurred, babbling whatever he could think of. Anything to get Iwaizumi to move.
Iwaizumi hummed, the weight of his gaze engulfed Oikawa in a heavy blanket of burning hot possessiveness, air too thick he can only take short shallow breaths in.
“Up,” Iwaizumi demanded as he tucked his hands under Oikawa’s arms, already pulling him to sit. Which turned out to be as hard of a task as Iwaizumi expected it to be with how shaky and pliant Oikawa was in his arms.
“Hold up baby, be good.” He said with a hand between Oikawa’s shoulder blades and another on his small waist steadying him.
Oikawa let out incoherent babbles in retaliation. The mere idea of having to move a finger pushed him close to tears again. He moved his hands to claw on Iwaizumi’s shirt looking for a grounding purchase as he nuzzled his forehead onto Iwaizumi's chest. Limbs falling slack again.
“Nope,” Iwaizumi started pulling away slowly again, the hand on Oikawa’s back moved to gently hold his chin up and looked him in his dazed half-lidded eyes “Undress me,” the syllables left his mouth slow and steady.
“Show me how much you want it, I might give it to you if you were good enough.” He watched Oikawa’s glossy eyes flash with different emotions as he took a second registering what Iwaizumi was asking of him.
“I can’t!” He yelled the second he finally got it, taking the state he was in to look back at Iwaizumi, eyes wide and frantic.
Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow then moved the hand on his chin to trace lines on his jaw, “Oh baby,” he cooed. “We can go to sleep, then.” he shrugged watching Oikawa’s eyes brim with tears and his mouth shape into a pout again. “Again, nope. Won’t work on me today baby, you know your options.” he said pressing soft featherlight kisses on his lips and both his eyelids.
Oikawa’s expression morphed into a stubborn one in the span of a second — eyes still glassy and lips pouting — with an addition of an offended and frustrated frown. “You just make me do all the work Iwa-chan.” Oikawa bitched loudly, suddenly gaining back his ability to speak full sentences, his fingers though still trembled as he moved them in a failed attempt to unbutton Iwaizumi’s shirt “You could turn into a begging whore in a second and I won't be surprised at all.” he jabbed chin up and haughty.
Iwaizumi raised both his brows in shock, then snorted before throwing his head back in a full blown laugh, unable to stifle it. Oikawa always knew how to run his mouth — It’s one of his best abilities — but this, was unexpected due to the state he was in not even a minute ago.
“You’re so fucking loud, wrong and annoying,” Iwaizumi said as his laugh morphed into a quiter snicker, finger flicking Oikawa’s forehead to hear him squeak in response. “If that happened though, we’re gonna need a third, princess, since moving a finger on bed is clearly the one thing the great Oikawa Tooru can’t do”
“Shut up,” Oikawa slammed a trembling petulant fist into Iwaizumi’s chest, completely avoiding his eyes,
“Brat.”
“Brute!”
Oikawa kept mouthing off insults as he worked Iwaizumi’s buttons open. Iwaizumi was amused, lips curved up in a smirk, his gaze was fond on his fiancé’s face. Oikawa looked beautiful — cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, tears stains adoring his face, lips pouty and huffing out a lot of bullshit — That’s the love of his life.
Said love-of-his-life grew restless and his jabs turned into whimpers after spending 2 minutes of trying and only getting 3 buttons undone “Iwa-chan.” He whined, hands falling to sit on his sides, his posture slumping again. “Gave up?” Iwaizumi asked, pursing his lips. Oikawa looked up at him in conflict. He was too stubborn to ask for help but too desperate to not ask.
“Alright,” Iwaizumi hummed when the staring contest stretched out "Unbutton 2 more so i can pull it off like a T-shirt. Hm?” He said finding a middle ground — to him — because Oikawa almost choked out a sob.
“You’re so mean.” Oikawa whispered, voice weak and scratchy. He inhaled a deep breath in a desperate attempt to steady himself and started again.
It took a few more minutes for him to do the job and sit up on his knees to pull the shirt over Iwaizumi’s head. He looked down at him after taking it off to find him smiling, wide and fond. “You did good baby, proud of you.” he praised watching Oikawa’s eyes shine, hopeful.
“Come here.” he murmured, circling his arms around Oikawa’s waist to pull him down in an open mouthed kiss.
Oikawa gasped into the kiss, melting at the feeling of Iwaizumi’s tongue lapping his teeth. His hands flailed hopelessly looking for Iwaizumi’s belt to take it off before Iwaizumi rendered him boneless again.
Iwaizumi was kissing him in a frenzied manner. His eyes open just slightly as he leaned forward forcing Oikawa’s back to bend. Both his hands cradled his face to keep him still and get his fill of him. Oikawa’s neglected cock was squished between them. Twitching leaking all over the expanses of both their stomachs.
It felt like Iwaizumi’s control was unraveling, the realization turned Oikawa into a mess of loud needy moans that Iwaizumi eagerly swallowed into his mouth.
“Off.” Oikawa broke the kiss when he unzipped Iwaizumi’s pants, the sound was high pitched and desperate, “Off, Hajime— Please.” he choked on a sob. Iwaizumi hummed, giving his lips a final kiss before laying him back down and standing to take his slacks and boxers off in one swift motion. Eyes never leaving Oikawa the whole time.
“Iwa-chan.” Oikawa whined, holding his arms up, inviting Iwaizumi back as he spread his thighs wider, waiting — demanding.
“You’re so demanding.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue in disapproval, crawling back to his place between Oikawa’s thighs, one hand catching Oikawa’s grabby hand to kiss his knuckles and the other pulling Oikawa’s legs over his shoulders, hips jerking forward to line himself with his rim. ready to sink into the wet tight heat.
“Hurry.” Oikawa demanded again, heel digging into Iwaizumi’s shoulder.
“So demanding, so bratty.” Iwaizumi gritted out in a low rumble, his whole demeanor shifting as he rolled his hips to push in. It was one slow consistent drag that kept forcing Oikawa to take more and more of him.
Oikawa’s head was thrown back, mouth wide open. His breath was coming out in needy little mewls. “Relax, Tooru.” Iwaizumi soothed, moving a hand up and down his arched back. It was arched in a way Iwaizumi knew was painful, Too taught. His body was seizing more with every inch because of how greedy Oikawa was. Hole clinching tighter every second in his desperate effort to cage Iwaizumi’s cock in. “Easy, easy. I’ve got you.”
Oikawa let out a long, needy moan followed by a sob, he sobbed and whimpered, trying his best to turn completely pliant in Iwaizumi’s hold.
“Good boy, my angel.” Iwaizumi praised planting a light kiss on his forehead, hips dragging to sink deeper into the wet heat that greedily sucked him in. “You feel like heavens.” he groaned, throwing his head back as he bottomed out, “So good, baby.”
“‘S big Hajime. Good— ah ‘s so good” Oikawa replied with his own praise, full on hiccups now from the pure euphoria of having Iwaizumi’s full thick length inside of him, the stretch was too much. Too good.
“I know baby,” Iwaizumi purred a cocky smile, holding Oikawa’s hips to push himself deeper and watch the already present belly bulge get more prominent “I know it’s big, it’s good,” He paused admiring his work before starting to roll his hips in a deeper drag, slow and teasing. The pressure of his thick cock stimulated all of Oikawa’s sensitive spots at once with each deliberate drag.
Iwaizumi’s eyes flickered back to Oikawa’s, “Yet you still preferred all the whoring around and teasing, all while knowing no one can satisfy your greedy hole but me.” His grip tightened on Oikawa’s hips and paused after bottoming out again. Unmoving now.
“Haahh. haji— Please more, more.” The stillness stirred begging babbles out Oikawa, “Hajime.” he reached to tug Iwaizumi’s closer to him, eyes wide and desperate, he sounded on the verge of breaking down in a frenzy. Too desperate.
Iwaizumi shushed him with a kiss, turning to speak against his jaw, “Look at you baby, If you weren’t sure to show off how many times you were toyed around, I’d never know. You’re so tight, so responsive, so needy. Like no man has ever fucked you right.”
“Which might as well be true, huh?” He said and dragged his buried cock all the way out before slamming into him, repeating the action over and over again — reveling in the sounds it hunched out of his fiancé’s lungs.
Oikawa sobbed broken chants of ‘Yes yes yes yes.’ Into his ear, no longer coherent enough to fully understand words. His hips rolled down meeting Iwaizumi’s thrusts, eager to please. To be good and be praised. “Mine.” Iwaizumi growled again for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. Picking up his pace into a punishing one. “Mine,”
His head tucked down to sink his teeth onto the pearly perfect skin of Oikawa’s collar bone when he noticed the skin there was intact. He needed every inch of Oikawa to scream his name. Every little move during practice to show Oikawa was Iwaizumi’s.
Iwaizumi kept kissing all over his fiancé who wrapped his arms around his shoulders holding him close. He tried to kiss back over Iwaizumi’s face and shoulders — when screams wasn’t forced out of his lungs by Iwaizumi’s cock drilling into him — it was sweet, open mouthed and wet kisses but full of love and appreciation for the pure ecstasy Iwaizumi is making him feel. “Love you— Haji,” he tried to say before choking on a moan.
“I love you too, my love.” Iwaizumi choked back. Almost too out of it himself. Oikawa’s hole gripped so tightly around his cock, it was almost hard to tell where he started and where Oikawa ended. It felt like he belonged there, with his cock buried inside of him for eternity.
“I’d sit you on my cock every second, baby.” He started, moving a hand to cover Oikawa’s already half-lidded rolled back teary eyes. Just to mess with him more. To force all his attention and feelings to zero out on the sensation of Iwaizumi’s cock grinding his insides.
“It’d be a win-win situation,” his brows pinched in pleasure and lips upturned to a smirk. “Have you all pretty, pink and gasping on my cock. And have everyone see who you really need.”
His hand resting on Oikawa's hips gripped harder to hold him still, pace turned frantic chasing his own release now, rendering Oikawa to nothing but a gasping choking mess — thick tears rolling down his cheeks, wetting his neck in an addition to the drool that was already pooled there —
“Pretty.” Iwaizumi said in awe, the sight of Oikawa under him was enough to make him want to fill his insides with cum once, twice and more all over again. He could get him so full — make his belly still bulge with Iwaizumi’s cum in place of his cock after he pulls out. Make him desperate and gorgeous for the rest of the day.
Oikawa was getting close. His hands started scratching Iwaizumi’s shoulders, hips trying to escape his hold and move away from the overstimulation. It was too much, too good, he was gonna cum soon and it felt like a lot, he wanted it but couldn’t help trying to run away from it. It was like nothing he ever experienced before, too hot and raw.
He couldn’t even speak or beg for Iwaizumi to stop — to give him all of it. He was all desperate high pitched screams by now. Just trusting Iwaizumi to understand him like he always did. To cage him there and make him take all of it.
“It’s okay,” Iwaizumi shushed ears filled with Oikawa’s mewls, he mouthed the shell of his ears whispering again. “You can take it doll, behave.”
Oikawa’s eyes rolled back completely, hips frantically trying to grind down on Iwaizumi’s cock for a second — and trying to roll away the other. He didn’t succeed at any because of Iwaizumi’s hold pinning him down still. It was just pathetic attempts of having any bit of control.
His hole started clinching first, followed by his whole body seizing. Both Oikawa’s hole and the hands he laid around Iwaizumi’s shoulders turning into a vice grip. He couldn’t warn Iwaizumi that he’s getting close, too lost in haze, not that Iwaizumi needed it anyway.
So he moved the hand on Oikawa’s hip a little higher — just enough to find the belly bulge his own length was causing and pressed down. Firm and heavy A final push for Oikawa to teeter over the edge.
Oikawa came with a scream of his name, body taught and shaking. Iwaizumi didn’t stop — he fucked into him more, deep and frantic. Coaxing every last bit of cum Oikawa had in him.
Oikawa was gasping and squirming in oversensitivity but Iwaizumi didn’t stop. He held him still, hips slamming Oikawa’s, panting and biting his lips in a failed attempt to stifle a long low moan from leaving his chest as he chased his own release.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. Filling Oikawa’s insides with his own come and fucking it deeper into him in deep shallow thrusts. Iwaizumi rode his own high until he felt completely wringed out. Didn’t stop until he made sure he tucked all of what he could give deep inside of Oikawa’s insides.
His head then fell to Oikawa’s shoulder — panting heavily, they stayed silent for what felt like eternity. Calm and dazed until he felt Oikawa whine, attempting to wriggle his legs off Iwaizumi’s shoulders.