iwaizumi is so effortlessly dominant and it isn’t fair. it’s not fair the first time he yanks you back by firmly holding your hips with enough strength that you end up bouncing against his broad chest. “careful there, you almost tripped over that”.
it’s not fair how your hands can’t help but get sweaty as he stands in front of you, arms crossed tightly against his chest, tight biceps popping from the sleeves of his black polo and eyes looking down on you as you run your data with him.
it’s not fair that he stands so close behind you when you’re in line at the cafeteria, low voice grazing your ear as he comments on how he doesn’t want you taking away the veggies from your plate.
“nevermind, i’ll set you a plate, go sit over there”.
and it’s honestly pathetic how you don’t object, how you simply agree with him and walk towards the empty table he just pointed at. anyone else trying to pull that crap on you would’ve been long gone from your side.
it’s embarrassing how willing you are to let iwaizumi handle you like this, specially when you’re not even dating. nor has he even gave you the intention of even be attempting to flirt with you.
and you think it’s definitely not fair how one day he simply takes your hand and presses his palm against the dip of your waist, guiding you through all the dolled up people from this sponsor’s party.
“let’s go, i’m taking you out of here so i can finally get you out of this dress”.
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⤷ you wanna go out with your friends but osamu has other plans…
⁂ MINORS DNI
warnings; fem! reader, cunnilingus, osamu being a menance
keys, phone, wallet… checked. all set and ready to go, you’re nearly at the door when you turn around on your heels, muttering to yourself “charger…”
now you’re ready, all that’s left is…“bye samu, i’m leaving!”
you nearly bump into him when you turn on the hall while reaching for the door once again.
“jeez samu! you scared me, i thought you were in the shower”.
he’s still in his black assemble of work clothes minus the apron and the cap, and you don’t pay him too much attention as you check yourself on the mirror one last time.
osamu’s stare is fixated on you, the charger dangling from his right hand forgotten in favor of checking your outfit.
“you’re really dolled up”.
“you think so? i wanted something causal”. maybe you still have time to change? oh fuck it, you like it and that’s it.
“i meant it as in you look pretty”.
you smile at him through the mirror and he yanks you by the hips to make you face him.
“do ya’ really have to go?” his question sounds harmless, uninterested even but by the way in which his fingers have begun tracing against your skin and the way his eyes are turning opaque you can see his true intentions.
something stirs inside you and you stretch on your toes to reach for his lips in a slow kiss. his fingers immediately dig into your sides, palms pressing you against his chest as one of his hands wanders to place itself on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss in a way that was you clinging to his broad shoulders for leverage.
“samu” you mumble in a whisper after managing to escape from his assault for just a second, his half lidded stare nearly making you forget what you’re about to say. “i gotta go…”
“mmm?” he breaths against your neck, a wet trail of kisses coming down your neck as his hands begin to wander across your back, pinching and grabbing with hunger as you can’t help to moan against his ministrations.
you can’t cancel this meeting, not again. the last time you tried to get together with your girlfriends osamu did the same thing, and the time before that too.
his lips have reached the cleavage of your top and nimble fingers have begun dancing under the fabric of your bra with a very clear intention. you arch involuntary as he finally frees your boobs from its restraints and eagerly begins sucking on one of your nipples with malicious intent.
your phone beeps from the depths of your forgotten purse and you are certain that it must be your friends on the group chat.
your voice has lost strength but you must try to do the right thing, “samu…”, you trail off, breath choked up on your throat as you watch him get on his knees, fingers easily unzipping your pants and head resting against your stomach as he looks up at you with that hint of lust and adoration that has you melting into him.
“stay”. he nibbles onto the lowest and softest part of your stomach, “stay and i’ll prepare your favorite”, your breath hitches, his nose has begun to press against the damp spot of your panties in a way that has your insides twitching.
“my friends are gonna be so mad, i can’t”.
“we can also watch mulan, or…” his fingers pull the fabric covering your lips to the side, tongue immediately flattening into you as his fingers open yourself for him. he grunts as he dives in, head getting lightheaded as he tastes you, the feeling of your cunt already throbbing and so wet for him making the strain inside his pants even tighter.
your fingers scratch against his scalp, more like a plea instead of an imposition to make him stop. you shouldn’t. he’s begun lapping at your clit. you really shouldn’t.
the next ‘samu’ you exhale feels more like encouragement than resistance.
“my friends are gonna hate me”.
he slurps your juices without a care, face pressing with such vehemence against you that you can’t hear for a second. he breaks apart just slightly, enough for you to see your arousal coating his chin and his eyes piercing through you.
“take them to the restaurant next time, my treat”. he gives you a second to think, but he knows your answer even before you think about it yourself. osamu ducks down once again and you exhale in defeat when two of his fingers begin rubbing into you with perfect rhythm.
maybe you can cancel after all…
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