summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.
a/n: inspired by minghuaa’s fighter!iwa art on tiktok. they did more fighter!hq art pls check it out they’re amazing. all characters aged up. zaddy-waizumi is 27 in this.
masterlist -> part two
Rain was heavily pouring on a cold Monday morning to welcome you on your first day. Great. Out of all the days it could have rained, you couldn’t believe it had to be right now when you expected a good day ahead of you. And just to your bad luck, you didn’t even get to bring an umbrella so you had no other choice but to run across the street with only having your bag as a cover.
By the time you reached your destination, you were already soaking wet and panting through heavy breaths. You looked up at the signage to make sure you were on the right place and the huge ‘Seijoh Training Studio’ sign confirmed your destination.
You felt embarrassed when you entered the place with the cold air-conditioning freezing your ass off. The first person to greet you was a girl named Becca who was the gym owner’s close friend and was also the female trainer who did your casual job interview. She had sleek black hair that was tied in a ponytail and arms covered in small different tattoos. She looked quite tough for a girl who had a cute, friendly smile.
“It’s you,” she greeted, allowing you to walk further inside. You gave her an apologetic smile as soon she noticed your current state. “And of course, you’re wet.”
“New girl’s here?” Another man who had tousled brown hair with a mischievous smile on his face showed up from behind. He was preppy and pretty, but not so much of your type. “Becca, don’t say she’s wet!”
“My god, you pervert,” she hissed before turning back to you. “Excuse him. This is Oikawa, he’s Iwaizumi’s best friend. Not a trainer, but he’s here when he’s not doing other things.”
You gave the guy a meek smile after shaking his hand in acknowledgment. “Nice to meet you,” you said, looking around. “Iwaizumi is the—?”
“Your boss, technically,” Becca answered, handing you a towel that you thanked her for. “He owns the place. You didn’t get to meet him when you applied for the job but he’ll be here today so—”
“So, maybe change into something more appropriate?”
You turned around as you heard the manly voice and stood a few inches away from a handsome guy who had tanned skin and thick raven hair. He was wearing a black polo shirt and some black sweatpants that fit his overall lean but muscular physique. There was a slit on his right eyebrow and he had a shiny silver earring on his right ear that completed the bad boy look. You could also see the guy’s eyes traveling down to your soaked figure, staring a little longer at the outline of your bra that stuck to your white shirt before he looked back at your face with an amused expression.
Hajime Iwaizumi.
Now he was exactly your type. You didn’t expect him to look this attractive at all.
“I-I’m sorry, it rained and uh,” you stammered, gesturing to your clothes. “I didn’t have an umbrella but I have a spare shirt in my bag.”
He gave you a brief nod while pointing to where the locker room was. You could also smell a hint of wood sage and sea salt from his scent because of his close proximity to you. “I’d prefer if you wear some tight yoga pants next time.”
You didn’t find any double-meaning to his words, but the way Oikawa snickered made you realize that there was indeed a naughty undertone to it.
“I’d prefer if my boss didn’t stare at my body on my first day,” you joked, a little too brave than you expected. You just felt the urge to say so because he was clearly ogling at you.
Iwaizumi simply found humor through your brusque manner of answering him back and you almost thought he would fire you on your first day but he seemed like a very casual guy.
“My bad, princess. Follow me.” He then insisted on walking you through to the reception desk which would be your work station for this 9 to 5 M/W/F receptionist job that you applied for. “Regular clients come in usually late in the afternoon. If they don’t have a membership card, let them sign up on this form right here. Basically, your job is to greet members, provide information on fees, packages and offers—I’m pretty sure Becca already told you everything you have to do while you’re working behind the front desk.”
You nodded, listening to him as you followed his footsteps further inside the gym and you looked back at Oikawa and Becca who were both grinning playfully at the side. As you turned back to Iwaizumi, you realized he was guiding you to the shower room. “This is the shower room, the locker room is in there, the room in the back is for storage and other equipments.”
He looked back at you too see if you understood and you quickly responded. “Got it.”
“If there’s anything else you need, just ask me,” he said, glancing at your lips then back at your eyes. He tried to suppress the smirk that was about to form his lips but you already saw the look in his eyes. “For now, you can go change.”
If you were going to work for such an extremely hot boss who clearly had some sort of attraction to you, you definitely didn’t regret applying for this job at all.
“I will.”
After lunchtime, about five gym members and three walk-ins came in. Becca told you that more people would usually come in during the night but another receptionist was assigned for the nightshift so you wouldn’t be there to see it. You noticed, however, that most of Iwaizumi’s clients were girls and almost all of them seemed to have a crush on him. You found it funny because it was painfully obvious. The way they giggle from his little jokes, the way they would bat their eyelashes when he looked at them—you couldn’t exactly blame them because he was really good-looking.
“Iwa-chan’s gonna melt if you keep starin’ at him, you know,” Oikawa teased, following a yawn as he sat next to you behind your desk. You learned from Becca that Oikawa was simply a guy that had nothing better to do with his life. Apparently, he had ‘other’ businesses that he couldn’t specify with you.
“I’m not staring,” you denied shortly, lying as you did stare at Iwaizumi while he gave workout instructions to a girl who was sitting on a yoga mat. “What’s Iwaizumi’s specialty?”
“Fucking bitches all day,” Oikawa sniggered. “Nah, he does MMA. He’s good at it.”
That made sense because why else would he have a training studio that focused on mixed martial arts if he had, at least, no experience? He was clearly some kind of a professional fighter and it was easy to tell with the way he walked—he had that typical fighter stance like the guys in UFC. On one hand, while you watched him from afar, you could see how actually sophisticated yet easygoing he was as a trainer. It seemed as if his trainees find it easy to joke around with him despite his very strict nature when it came to administering drills and exercises.
And later that day, Iwaizumi’s trainees eventually finished their sessions and now he was coming your way while drinking a bottled water in the sexiest way possible. His sweat gleamed through his sun-kissed skin like he was every girl’s daydream—perhaps beginning to be your daydream, too. He soon leaned in at the reception desk when he reached you, and then threw a towel over to his sleeping friend. “Oikawa, don’t sleep here!”
The guy shifted from his position with a whine, but Iwaizumi chose to leave him alone and instead, focus on you. “How’s it so far?”
“I mean, I didn’t do much. Just watched you—” you cut yourself off to clarify. “I mean, watched everyone workout.”
He took another gulp from his bottle before finally putting it down. His lips were beautifully plump and hydrated. “You say you’re from Kansai and moved here to Tokyo, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah, just very recently.”
“Interesting,” he tapped his fingers on the desk, eyeing you warily. “I don’t hear the accent.”
“Oh, I... Well, I didn’t really grow up there,” you explained in slight panic. “I grew up in Tokyo, moved to Kansai for a few years, then back here.”
He didn’t probe any further because Becca came out of the shower room dressed in casual clothes. The current time showed that it was 4:48pm and you didn’t realize that you were about to finish your first shift.
“Hey, Hajime. I’ll be out early,” Becca informed as she combed through her damp hair. “I’ll see you guys later tonight.”
Oikawa shot straight up from his seat. “Yo, you’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I’ll have dinner with Issei.”
“You’re gonna hangout with Mattsun without me? That’s fucking lame.”
Becca rolled her eyes towards her big brat of a friend. “Tooru, he’s my boyfriend. Stop thirdwheeling all the time. Jesus, I’ll meet with you guys later.”
Iwaizumi moved from leaning against the desk to standing in a perfect posture as he looked at the two. “I’ll be there a little earlier than you guys.”
You had no single clue what plans they had for later but you were excited to go home on your own to probably snuggle on your blanket and binge your favorite series on Netflix. However, Oikawa was gesturing his head over to you while communicating with Iwaizumi telepathically as if he was trying to get his permission about something.
“Hey, you got plans tonight?” Tooru inquired, glancing at Hajime and then back to you. “You should come with us.”
So I got the special invite. You cocked your head to the side in curiosity. “What’s up tonight?”
The guy was about to respond, but Iwaizumi already took it by himself to lean on your ear, his hot breath sending shivers to your spine. “Don’t ask, princess. I’ll see you there,” he ordered, not taking a no for an answer and you, agreeing to it anyway.
Iwaizumi wasn’t in the car when Oikawa picked you up from your apartment that night. However, Tooru was with Becca and her boyfriend Issei, but no sight of your ‘boss’ and it made you curious because they didn’t specifically tell you where you were going like it was some top secret information. Still, you couldn’t really reject their invite either because it seemed like an invite that they rarely offered to anyone else. Who knew what was in store for you?
“First rule, no cellphones or any cameras. They’ll smash the gadget in front of you if they caught you recording. Second, never speak about the club to anyone else,” Becca told you as she sat at the backseat while you were on the passenger seat next to Tooru. “Whatever you see in there, you can’t disclose any of it outside. Unless, of course, with us.”
Was it some kind of mafia gathering? You couldn’t understand why they were acting so secretive about this whole thing. If they didn’t trust you, then they shouldn’t have brought you with them in the first place, right?
You momentarily looked at the city lights before whipping your head back at her. So much for Netflix night. “Why, what if I did?”
A deep chuckle emitted from Tooru lips. “Trust me, you won’t even think of doing it.”
Christ. You had no single idea what he meant by that but Becca’s boyfriend seemed to agree and you decided to just stay silent and be patient throughout the car ride because clearly, no one was going to give you a straightforward answer. So you kept quiet until Tooru was now driving to a darker part of the road and there were barely any light posts in the area making it way too eerie for your comfort. If this was a movie, you’d assume it was horror. Or thriller, probably something like Final Destination.
“We’re here,” Becca giddily announced by the time Oikawa parked the car in an open space outside what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. There was a neon signage that you could see from afar that read ‘Tokyo Fight Night’ and you began to have somewhat of an idea on what this was.
You were following them closely behind as they made their way to the entrance and you noticed a small queue of people waiting outside with bouncers guarding the front door. One of the two bouncers eyed you while Oikawa, Becca, and Issei were easily recognized. It was clear as day that you weren’t a ‘regular’ and they were suspicious about you.
“Nagatoshi, she’s with us,” Becca informed the bouncer who gave you one good look before letting you in.
And, boy, were you in for a treat.
Inside the warehouse was an octagon ring with a crowd of overhyped men watching two guys having a brutal unsanctioned fight. It was loud, rowdy, and overall packed with people who seemed to delight themselves on the thrill of being in an illegal environment. The smell of leather, musk, smoke, and sweat filled the place along with the loud music being played from the sound system that somehow overpowered the loud cheers. You recognized the song being played as Value and saw a guy coming your way in less than a few minutes of being inside.
“What’s up, man?” The guy with dark spiky hair and one-sided fringe came to greet Oikawa. You caught sight of the small antiseptic gauze on his cheek and assumed that he was an underground fighter, too. “You guys are late.”
“We picked up Y/N right here,” the brown-haired guy answered, turning to introduce you. “This is my boy, Kuroo. Underground fighter, but also one of the organizers.”
You offered a handshake towards the said guy but he, instead, chose to pull you into a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous.”
Your eyes widened at the straightforward act but you waved it off by simply smiling.
Becca laughed at the action as she leaned in her boyfriend’s arms while pushing Kuroo’s chest playfully. “Leave her alone.”
Being in that place overwhelmed you a whole lot because you didn’t expect that you’d actually see it with your own two eyes. You knew underground fight clubs existed but didn’t think you’d ever come across one. There were mostly men in there but there were also a couple of women, some of them were ring girls, some of them were fighters, some were simply fans of the combative sport. The ring girls specifically have a bunch of men trying to get in their pants and you could easily tell who was going to sleep with who.
The whole place was honestly very new and intimidating to you. Even after a few minutes of adjusting to the unfiltered environment, you were still overwhelmed at all the things you were seeing. It was unreal.
“You’re pretty shocked, aren’t you?” Becca asked, watching your expression with an amused face as you two stood at one corner to watch the scene before you. You only gave her a half-nod while your eyes wandered through the place like you were a foreigner in another country. Tooru and Issei had already left and were busy talking to ‘Mad Dog’ who was apparently the guy they were betting on for the next fight. “It’s actually pretty hard to get into this fight club because only solicited fighters come around here. We don’t usually trust anyone who just walks in ‘cause we try to avoid the cops and whatnot, but you’re lucky if you have good connections. I think you could say that Iwa trusts you enough to let you come here.”
You didn’t even know why Iwaizumi had given you an easy access to this side of their lives that you had no idea about, but you found it really interesting to be here.
On the other side across from where you stood, you noticed a group of men who wore masks and bandanas that covered half of their faces. Must be hiding from cops. “Is that why they censor their faces?”
Becca nodded. “Yup, you got it. Those guys are most likely criminals so they don’t wanna be seen in case there’d be law enforcements raiding the place. Funny, though, ‘cause in my five years of coming in and out of here, I’ve never witnessed a successful raid. We’d have all escaped before they even catch us. Events are usually communicated through codings, like you’d see a tiny advertising on a newspaper or a website with very vague information telling you to come to a specific address.”
In the first place, the whole fight club itself was pretty exclusive and secluded so you could understand why. This was against the law and most definitely something the police would keep an eye on so it was natural that everyone in the whole club would be cautious.
“I’m guessing you fight, too?” you asked as you changed the topic.
“Used to,” she quickly clarified. “But Issei wanted me to stop. Hates it when I break my nose.”
You were surprised at how she was saying it so casually because God knows you’d freak out if you broke a nose.
Another group of men soon walked by and it seemed that Becca knew every single one of them. She even nudged you on the rib just to point at a specific buff guy who had grey-ish hair and dark roots. “That’s Koutarou Bokuto, he’s one of the best fighters here.” You watched the said guy talking to Kuroo while he was guffawing. “He specializes in boxing and wrestling. He’s called Rampage because he’s very wild and violent when he’s inside the ring. One time, he smashed his rival’s face so hard dude had to get the whole side of his jaw fixed.”
Damn. That was actually fucking scary.
She pointed to another guy, this time a guy with a blond undercut and a cocky smirk. “That’s Atsumu Miya, he has a twin who also fights but this guy specifically is just like Bokuto but a less obnoxious version. Bokuto doesn’t use his head sometimes, but this guy does. He’s specifically good in BJJ and let me tell you, he can choke anyone with those thighs.” You two laughed at Becca’s exaggerated narration. “But seriously, he’s not called Nightmare for nothing.”
Becca ended up introducing more of the fighters who were all present that night like Kei Tsukishima under the nickname Big Ben for his tall height and sharp kickboxing skills, Kiyoomi Sakusa or Silent Killer whose main skill was Jujustu, Wakatoshi Ushijima who was another powerhouse boxer with the moniker Mighty Eagle, Eita Semi also known as Phantom for his ghost-like attacks and muay thai skills—those were just some for tonight and Becca told you that you were bound to meet many more in the future.
You couldn’t even hide the fact that you were curious about someone specifically, too. Now that it crossed your mind, the guy was nowhere to be seen around the place at all. “What about Iwaizumi? Is he a good fighter?”
You watched Becca erupt into a cackle as if the question was the most oblivious thing she had ever heard. You only stood in utter confusion because, what exactly was Iwaizumi’s reputation in the underground fighting scene for her to react that way? You were definitely missing out on an incredibly suprising information.
“I’ll tell you what, Hajime has many nicknames. He’s called Knockout, The Assassin, but you know what everyone’s favorite is?” she paused, gauging on your curious expression. “It’s Young Tiger, because he’s a fucking animal. A beast. Once he’s in that octagon, it’ll only take him a minute to ravage his opponent. He’s exceptionally smart, he’s highly skilled, and he knows exactly where to hit. He’s bloodthirsty.”
There was a gush of excitement growing inside of you after hearing about Iwaizumi’s reputation and it was safe to say that you were completely taken aback in a really good way. You didn’t expect it at all that he was a well-regarded underground fighter and possibly one of Tokyo’s best—also considering his undeniably handsome face—it actually made you a hundred times more attracted to him.
“Done gossiping about me?”
Just then, your heart stopped when you turned around to see the guy behind Becca’s honorable mention and he was approaching you with a boyish grin on his face. The Iwaizumi you saw earlier at the gym was a completely a different Iwaizumi now. This version of him was ruthless and all-the-more domineering. The guy was barechested with his perfectly defined abs on display and the first thing you noticed was the tiger tattoo above his right pectoral muscle. His whole torso was slightly moist from sweat and the tight waistband of his black shorts were a tad bit damp. He proceeded to wipe the sweat off his face with his forearm before removing the red handwraps around his swollen knuckles with his teeth.
“Oh my god,” you spoke out of concern as soon as you saw blood oozing from his eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
“You look nice, princess,” he flirted, which earned an eye-roll from Becca. This didn’t stop him from giving all of his attention to you with unbreakable interest. “You didn’t get to see me fight.”
You gave an apologetic smile. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t know I was gonna watch a fight in the first place.”
He smiled heartily and then looked at Becca for permission. “Can I steal her?”
“All yours,” she answered, pushing you forward towards the guy. You resisted a little but did walk next to him as he guided you towards the octagon.
First things first, Iwaizumi was indeed hella popular. He was like the celebrity of all underground fighters because the way everyone would glance at him with admiration in their eyes made it clear to you how respected he was and having you walk next to him made you feel somehow special.
At one point, a guy even approached him just to praise him for his recent fight. “Hey, T. You’re fuckin’ sick, bro,” the guy told him enthusiastically. “That takedown was crazy!”
“Thanks, man.” Iwaizumi offered him a fistbump and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.
He continued walking beside you and later pulling you by the waist as he guided you towards a ‘VIP area’ near the octagon cage. Being in the said area gave you a clear view of the actual fight between Phantom and Nightmare and you witnessed how Eita received a hard superman punch that ultimately knocked him out.
“Shit!” you cussed in surprise to which Iwaizumi chuckled to. He found your reaction funny because you were clearly not used to seeing that kind of violence live. You obviously watched UFC through the television screen, but in front of your eyes? Hell no! “Is he alive?”
“He’ll be fine,” he reassured, pointing towards Atsumu. “But that’s a crazy motherfucker right there. We’re both good at BJJ so he’s kind of a pain in the ass to me.”
You tilted your head to look at his olive green eyes. “Brazilian Jiu Jitsu?”
“That’s right, princess.” You swore every time he called you ‘princess’ your heart was jumping.
A guy named Hanamaki later came to Iwaizumi and handed him a small bandaid for the wound on his eyebrow. You briefly caught how the strawberry blond guy cocked his head towards you with a knowing smirk. “Nice one, Young T. She’s hot as fuck.”
Iwaizumi laughed and shook his head in good humor. “She’s mine. Get outta here,” he playfully told the guy before looking back at you. “How do you feel about being in a place like this?”
You looked inside the octagon cage once again and saw Atsumu taking off his mouthpiece while running around in triumph. “I mean, this isn’t something I see every day. I didn’t know you do underground fights.”
“Good way to earn quick cash,” he answered, wrapping a white bandage around his bruised knuckles. “You see, there’s only a couple of rules here unlike in the UFC. Here we only agree to no eye-gouching, no fish-hooking, no biting, and no shots below the belt. They can be as brutal as they want as long they mind those four rules.”
Just four fucking rules. They didn’t even have any real referees or medical personnels in case of emergency. What if the fight led to a serious life-threatening injury? You didn’t even want to know the consequences, but you could see why they found it exciting. “So, how do you determine the winner?”
Iwaizumi looked pleased at how interested you were about it. “Submission, cheers, knockout. Usually, you’ll know the loser once you see them limping around.”
That was absolutely crazy.
“Have you ever lost?” you inquired, meeting his warm gaze.
He licked his lower lip and stretched his mouth into a smug smile. “I’m undefeated, princess. I never lose.”
Your knees felt weak at the way those words slipped out of his lips. Something was just so sexy about the arrogance he displayed because you knew he really had something to boast about. You haven’t seen him in an actual fight but hearing about his reputation was already enough for you to believe that he was definitely stating the truth. In your head, you were wishing you could watch him fight and it might just be the end for you.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
Bokuto and Kuroo, from what you remembered, were approaching Iwaizumi not long after. The funny thing about seeing these two was how they would make you feel like shitting your pants because they were literally tall and buff as if they could destroy you. You’d assume that one punch in the face could knock you out.
They were grinning by the time they reached you and you realized that there was another guy following them behind, causing you to completely freeze from your spot.
It was Tobio Kageyama.
“Oi, your student here wants to challenge Mad Dog into a fight,” Bokuto informed Iwaizumi. “Whadd’ya say? We’re betting three grand on this. You know what the kid’s got.”
“Come on, Tiger. We just need your approval,” Kuroo egged on.
While the three of them talked, you and Tobio couldn’t stop staring at each other and you could see his eyes shifting into slight panic the same way you did, but you made sure not to look too obvious about it. You just weren’t expecting to see him at all tonight.
Iwaizumi’s watchful eyes were quick to notice you and he suddenly placed a hand on your back in a very territorial way. “You two know each other or something?”
“No,” the two of you answered in unison.
He didn’t ask any further but seemed to be more possessive towards you. “Kageyama, this is Y/N. She works for me. Y/N, this is Kageyema. I met him recently at a street brawl in uptown.”
You briefly acknowledged Tobio with a smile. Street brawl, huh.
“Right, so here’s my deal,” Tobio negotiated towards the three guys, clearly ignoring you. “If I lose, take my money. If I win, I take the money and the respect.”
Kuroo and Bokuto guffawed at his proposal while Iwaizumi couldn’t also help but snigger a little. Obviously, earning respect in the underground fight club wasn’t as easy as he thought. Even you could see it. Yet, Tobio here thought he could just show up and earn some respect over one fight.
“Man, you’re kinda bold,” Kuroo sneered. “I give you that.”
Iwaizumi nevertheless found his guts admirable. “Alright, you’ll earn my respect but I’m telling you Mad Dog’s more aggressive than you think. That guy’s a real bastard but Oikawa tolerates him ‘cause he knows how to fight.”
“I’ll take him down,” Tobio pledged, making you roll your eyes. As your gaze wandered to find Oikawa and Issei, you saw how Mad Dog was already prepping for a fight. He was cold, fierce, and eager to go for the kill. How could Tobio think he could take down a guy like that?
“Alright, man,” Iwaizumi agreed. “Let’s see what you got.”
Two fighters stood face to face against each other inside the octagon with Hanamaki acting as the referee. The cheers were divided but most of them were on Mad Dog’s side because Kageyama was still new to the scene and had lack of experience giving him a disadvantage. You could only imagine the fear you would have if you were the one inside the cage facing a fearsome fighter such as the boy with a blond buzzcut.
“You seem worried,” Iwaizumi whispered on your ear as he placed both of his hands on your waist to hold you close. You were surprised at his fast advances but didn’t push him away either because his scent was slowly becoming addictive. He just came back after talking to one of the other organizers prior to the fight and thank god he now had his shirt on because you would have lost your mind from the skin-to-skin contact. Your back was pressed against his toned chest and his hands moved down on your hips.
You shook your thoughts away and tried to focus back on the upcoming fight before you. “I’m not. It’s just obvious who’s gonna win.”
Iwaizumi knew what you mean but he seemed to he putting some kind of trust on Kageyama to win this fight. “Kentarou’s hits are strong but he’s only got the same attacks every time. He often uses a right hook, right uppercut and an overhand left. If Kageyama figures this out, he’ll be fine.”
The announcer, Satori Tendou as introduced by Iwaizumi, spoke from the mic to advise that the match consisted of 3 rounds 3 minute each. It was fair for two amateurs who weren’t fighting for the money but for the reputation.
And as Round 1 began, you finally understood why he was called the ‘Mad Dog’.
The guy instantly went for the hit, aiming at the left side of Tobio’s face with a right hook just as Iwaizumi predicted. In result, Tobio stumbled at the hard contact and it made you wince because you could hear just how strong that punch was. You imagined if he didn’t have a mouthpiece on, he’d most likely lose a couple of teeth because Mad Dog couldn’t be stopped. He was cutthroat vicious with how he was sending powerful hits at every direction. His only weakness was his lack of focus on his defense but was showing great pleasure at delivering his offense.
Throughout the first round, Mad Dog dominated and everybody around the octagon were cheering for him at every succesful hit. However, he seemed to not give a single damn about the crowd because he was focused on striking Tobio who was now trying to do counterattacks until the bell rang, signaling the end of round one. Kentarou won for this round.
You clicked your tongue as you watched Tobio walking towards the corner in frustration but Kuroo and Bokuto were trying give him advices. On the other end of the octagon, Oikawa was acting like a stage dad when he patted Kentarou’s back and yelled, “Fucking win this one, I placed my bet on you!”
“Does Oikawa fight?” you asked, glancing at Iwaizumi who was entertained at the sight.
He exchanged a glance with you and nodded. “Yeah, not a lot but he can fight and he can actually do Capoeira. We call him El Sicario, it means The Hitman.” Later on, he added, “He wanted the Spanish nickname ‘cause he lived in Argentina.”
Tooru lived in Argentina? “I didn’t see that coming.”
Round 2 started shortly and you watched the poor ring girl getting catcalled by these nasty men, but Iwaizumi claimed that it was essentially part of her job. Not really. For this round, Tobio was beginning to strategize and was now watching Mad Dog’s careful movements before doing his own. You couldn’t even stop yourself from cheering when Tobio dodged both of Kentarou’s hook and uppercut while returning it with a jab and straight. Very basic, but efficient.
“Let’s go Tobio!” you cheered, clapping your hands in support. Iwaizumi was giving a satisfied grin as his ‘student’ finally got into the groove and was able to read Kentarou’s similar attacks.
Honestly, you could understand it now. The fascination, the thrill, the imminent danger—they made you feel alive. It was exciting and feeding into the idea of being in an unsafe environment but never worrying about the consequences. You knew the people here lived for watching rounds and rounds of unsactioned combative fighting, they were here to reinstitute their manhood through violence, and perhaps submitting themselves into the euphoric feeling of beating other underground fighters in exchange for respect, money, and reputation.
It was a gamble for their lives, but they were willing to risk it all.
As expected, Kageyama lost that match.
On the bright side, he did earn some respect from Iwaizumi who still gave him a pat on the back despite losing. Tobio had awful bruises on his jaw and yet he was still trying to convince the other powerhouse fighters to give him another chance. Lucky for him some of the fighters did enjoy watching their match so they proposed for Kageyama to try again next time and made it clear that he could still prove his potential.
For now, the fight between him and Kentarou was apparently the last match for that night and Iwaizumi was kind enough to offer you a ride back home because it seemed that Oikawa had other things to do while Becca would be heading back to Issei’s place.
Hajime drove a black Ford F-150 which was a pickup truck that suit him perfectly. You considered that he might be earning a lot through his underground fights as well as the gym he owned for him to be able to sustain his lifestyle as a bachelor.
You weren’t sure if he was dating anyone at the moment but what you were sure of was that he recently must have brought another woman inside his truck because you could still smell the lady’s perfume coming from the backseat.
“Is this where you live?” he asked, pulling up outside a 5-storey apartment building.
“Yeah, I live on the top floor,” you answered as he took off your seatbelt for you. The distance between his face to yours made your heart thump loud and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at his lips. “D-Do you wanna come inside for a while?”
The smirk that had spread on his lips gave you the answer you needed because you both knew what that question meant. He wasn’t dumb and you obviously weren’t, either. It was an invite that he could never decline, not in a million years, when he had been wanting to have the chance to be alone with you all day.
Was this appropriate? Fuck, no. He was still your boss and even if you were outside work hours, it was still complicated to be in this kind of intimate relationship with someone you work for.
But, for once, you wanted to risk it all too.
You let him pull you close as soon as you entered your small apartment and he used the back of his foot to shut the door. He held you by the cheek, roughly pressing his warms lips against yours while he backed you into the corner with so much eagerness and desire. You felt your back hitting the concrete wall when his kisses got deeper—his lips moving like suction, leaving you breathless and wanting for more.
You made an effort to place a hand on his chest but he immediately gripped your wrists and pinned them on either side while he completely ransacked your mouth.
“Mmh—” Your restrained moans vibrated through his lips and it seemed to have turned him on because now his hands found their way to grope your breasts before moving down to palm your ass, giving them a tight wanton squeeze.
He was intoxicating.
His scent, his kisses, his touch.
Iwaizumi roughly bit your lower lip, allowing him to have an access to explore your mouth. His tongue was tasteless but the sensation was undeniably delectable. You could barely remember the last time you were this intimate with someone because your last boyfriend cheated on you claiming that you were boring in bed. You certainly weren’t. He just didn’t know how to make you feel good.
However, this man did.
He pulled away while resting his forehead against yours and the loud breathing between you and him made you realize just how intense that make out session was. Iwaizumi had you weak under his lustful stare as he drew heavy breaths while adoring the gleam in your eyes.
“I wanna ruin you,” he spoke in a low raspy voice, briefly catching your lips on his.
You couldn’t understand why, despite the threat, were you ridiculously turned on.
His moist lips eventually made their way through your jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses that later found your earlobe. The sensation on your ticklish spot made you resist a little before he whispered, “I wanna see those tears when I’m buried deep inside you. I’ll fuck you all night ‘til sunrise.”
“Hajime...”
You watched his smirk shift into a sly, devilish grin after hearing you call him by his first name. You were so distracted by looking at his handsome face that you didn’t even notice his hands that were unzipping your jeans.
Before you knew it, his hand was already inside your underwear.
“Haji—”
“You’re so fucking wet,” he sneered, palming your soaking folds before moving two fingers to play with your clit. His slick-coated fingers allowed him to move against your sensitive bud with delicate, circular strokes.
You were gripping his forearm with your nails digging into his skin as you tried to restrain your moans. It was difficult, heck, you found it hard to stop your moans because when he suddenly sunk two fingers inside without warning, you lost it.
Your whimpers echoed through the four walls of your apartment while Iwaizumi slipped his fingers in and out of you. He only buried half, until he had his two whole fingers reaching your most sensitive spot. Your eyes were half-lidded but he enjoyed the look on your face as he toyed with your tight cunt. Each movement made your knees weak and your stomach ache into extreme pleasure because he knew so damn well just how good he was making you feel.
“You like that, princess?”
Your nods were desperate, clutching his arm for more. More. You were going to lose your mind.
“Fucking talk when I’m asking you!” he growled, holding your jaw with his other hand while his fingers sunk deep in your hole. His roughness was surprisingly adding into the sensation that formed inside of you and you couldn’t explain just how good that feeling was.
You bobbed your head in utter desperation. “Mhm... please, I-I like it.”
He leaned back in to leave kisses on your neck before sucking on the skin to place his marks. At that moment, you were thinking: Am I ready for this?
Were you ready to hookup with a guy you barely knew but was unbelievably attracted to?
Iwaizumi, for sure, wanted to sleep with you but the sudden ring on his phone made the both of you jump in surprise—your sexual stimulation had turned into frustration at the sudden phone call.
He eyed you and gestured for you to wait as he took his hand out of your pants, sucking your taste on his fingers, before reaching for the phone in his pocket.
“The fuck do you want?” he angrily spoke through the phone, grabbing your hand to touch the bulge that was peeking through his sweatpants while he had all eyes on you. You ended up holding your breath after feeling how well-endowed he was as he made you stroke his member, still engaged in a call. You had your palm wrapped on his clothed manhood when he guided you with the pace he wanted, but all the while, you were distracted by his incredible size.
God, when he said he’d ruin you, he meant it literally.
“What?!” His eyebrows furrowed in frustration after hearing the other person on the phone and then he suddenly gripped your wrist to stop you. “What do you mean they—fuck. Fine, I’ll be there. Meet me at the warehouse.”
All the arousal that you two had was long gone as you looked at him worriedly. “Is everything okay?”
He merely nodded before sighing in exasperation. “Fuckin’ cockblock. I gotta go, I have something important to do.”
At 1AM? What exactly did he need to do at this time of the night?
“Oh, okay...”
You couldn’t even hide the disappointment on your face because you’d already imagined the night way differently in your head. It seemed that he did, too, because he was frustrated by the interruption but he had something urgent to do.
Iwaizumi eyed you for a good minute before leaning in to plant a quick peck on your lips.
And very gently, he lifted your chin with his index finger while running his thumb across your lower lip just before he’d leave.
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