he didn't even want to come. but bokuto swore up and down that it would be fun. which, in his vocabulary, translates to โi am about to make a series of poor decisions and require a responsible witness.โ
then he sees you, and well. he-
โkeiji! hi. can i sit here?โ
and what scares him โ is how he canโt even tell if youโre sober. but he canโt ever say no to you, can he?
one knee slides between his, then the rest of you follows, easing down into his lap; the most natural thing in the world. โiโm sitting here.โ
โi noticed,โ he says to your back. โcomfortable?โ
you turn around like youโre about to tell him a secret, breath tickling his ears. โi would be if you werenโt sitting like you were in a business meeting.โ
that earns a soft laugh from him. his other hand comes to rest just above your knee. he squeezes it gently.
โbetter?โ low enough that only you can hear.
you hum, nodding while you readjust. your skirt flies up a little, and he fixes it for you. โgetting there.โ
โyouโre drunk,โ he says, as if noting the weather.
you laugh into his neck. โtipsy. not stupid.โ
akaashi hums, low in his chest. โthere a difference?โ
โmhm,โ your hand slides up and down his shoulder, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. โif i were stupid, iโd be over thereโโ you point.
bokuto and hinata were trying to convince atsumu to climb on kurooโs shoulders for a chicken fight in the middle of the living room. grown men, may i remind you. osamu, in the kitchen, looked two seconds away from lighting the countertop on fire.
โโand not over here.โ you boop his nose, then scrunch your own because you can feel it flush.
โyouโre tense,โ you murmur, drape an arm over his shoulder, toy with the curls at the back of his neck.
he moves his head to study you. โyouโre drunk.โ
you pull at your collar. โiโm hot.โ
โthat too.โ
โoh shut the fuck up,โ you push his head away, laughing, and he chuckles. โis the air on in here?โ
he glances around. itโs hot, yes. not to mention loud, and someone cannonballed into the inflatable pool in the backyard. bokutoโs acting like itโs the olympic finals.
but you, flushed and draped across his lap, eyes glossed over, skin warm โ youโre the real problem.
โcโmon.โ
you lift your head. โwhat?โ
โweโre going outside.โ
โbut iโm-โ
โyouโre sitting on me, yes,โ he says evenly, โwhich makes it very difficult to stand up. so help me out.โ
you groan, dramatic, and peel yourself off with all the grace of someone who is definitely more than tipsy. he steadies you with one hand at your waist before slinging your arm over his shoulder and gently sliding his own around your waist.
you blink, a little thrown. โkeiji, if this is your version of kicking me off your lap, just say that.โ
he doesnโt answer, shrugs off his jacket without a word, draping it over your figure before weaving you through the bodies in the crowd โtill youโre settled out in the cool air.
โi told you i was hot.โ
โitโs going to be cold outside.โ
โyouโre kind of a romantic, you know that?โ
akaashi laughs, and you curl your fingers around the jacket lapels. it smells like him. of course it does.
โso whatโd you drag me out here for?โ
he sits down on the porch step and pats the space between his legs. โhere. since thatโs apparently your favorite seat tonight.โ
you narrow your eyes at him, legs already moving anyway. โdonโt act like you didnโt like it.โ
โdonโt put words in my mouth.โ
you twist in his lap, knees on either side of his hips now, straddling him while he swallows his own name from your lips, and he groans into your mouth like thatโs what heโs been trying not to do all night.
โyouโreโโ you gasp between kisses, โsuch a liar.โ
โabout what?โ
โi think you do like having me in your lap.โ
his teeth graze your bottom lip. โisnโt that obvious?โ
when you laugh into his mouth, he kisses you again like he never wants you to stop. and he thinks maybe, he doesnโt hate parties after all.
bartender!suna who learns your drink order the second time you come in, and has it ready for you as soon as you walk in the door.
bartender!suna who will fend off anyone that tries to get too close to you or buy you a drink
"they're sober."
"they don't like rum. or gin. or whiskey. or tequila. or vodka. or alcohol."
"sure. that'll be a billion dollars, not including tip. should i put it on your tab?"
bartender!suna who watches your drink like a hawk, ignoring other customers to make sure no one messes with it if you step away
bartender!suna who just can't say no if you ask him to take a shot with you, even if he's not supposed to drink while on the clock
bartender!suna who plays into the sleezy stereotype just to flirt with you and play it off as a bit
bartender!suna who starts teasing you about your unabashed staring when he shakes a drink, asking if you want a taste
bartender!suna who notices that one stuck with you, based on the way your breathing changed and how quickly your drink went after that
bartender!suna who leans across the bar, intentionally pushing against his biceps to make them pop more, and asks straight up if you want to come home with him tonight
bartender!suna who can't even make it home and gives you head on the bar counter when everyone leaves, then takes you home for seconds
โYouโre telling me you havenโt thought about sleeping with your guy friends?โย
Matsukawa narrows his eyes as he waits for your reaction. Youโre unphased, mulling the question over as you take a sip of your drink. The movie the two of you are watching is paused, not even 20 minutes in.
โNo, Issei, thatโs weird. I donโt pick my friends based purely on sex appeal.โ
He puts a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. โThen what am I good for?โ
You smile at him over the rim of the glass.ย
โStupid conversation starters.โ
โCโmon,โ he presses you, nudging your shoulder. โSurely youโve thought about someone before. You can tell me.โย
Heโs not trying to get you to say him, although the thought wouldnโt be unwelcome.ย You make no move to reply.
Issei settles back into the couch cushions, hiding somewhat from your view, and continues.ย
โAnd besides, Iโm not saying that we canโt be friends because of it. Itโs a bonus.โย
โOh, Iโm sure.โ
The room falls quiet again, and you make a move towards the remote to turn the movie back on.
โIโve thought about it.โ
He hadnโt entirely meant to say that. But now that itโs out, heโs a bit relieved.
Your head whips around to face him, your expression flustered. โWhat?!โ
Not expecting that reaction, Issei tries to think of some damage control. โNot just with you, with most of my girl friends.โ
You narrow your eyes at him, not entirely sold. But, thereโs also something different in your gaze. Somethingโฆ almost curious. Still, you donโt reply.
โYouโre freaking me out, man.โ He jokes, trying to evade the weight of your gaze.
โWhat do you think about?โ
Time feels like it slows as he realizes what youโve asked him. He swallows hard, letting out a thick exhale. โYou serious?โ
โYeah,โ you reply coyly, turning in your seat to face him. Bracing your head with your hand, arm perched on the tip of the sofa, poised like youโre waiting for a little anecdote. As if you didnโt just drop a bomb on him.ย
He once again averts your gaze, suddenly very interested in the condensation dripping down his bottle. โAlright. Uh,โ he starts, trying to think of something vague enough.
โIโd think about the way you act at the club, I guess.โ
You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed, so he shrugs and continues.
โYou know, the way your ass looks in the dresses you wear, how itโd feel if you were dancing on me, pressed up against me.โ
โOh, cโmon. You canโt be serious.โ
โWhat?โ Now itโs his turn to look incredulous.ย
โThatโs it?โ Youโre almost laughing at him, looking in disbelief. โYou made such a big stink about it and thatโs all youโve thought about?โ
He sits up a bit straighter, moving into your space. โOkay, you want more?โย
The move makes you nervous as you bite your lip ever so slightly.
โAlright. So say weโre at this club, and youโre dancing like that, pretending to not notice the way people are looking at you. Iโd take you off the dance floor, into some dark corner where itโs just you and me.
โIโd start slow, maybe kissing your neck, just waiting for you to get all breathless and needy before kissing you properly. Iโd leave hickies all over,โ his eyes rake over your body, lingering on your neck as if he could see the marks already, โjust so all the other shitty guys would leave you alone.ย
โBut you wouldnโt be alone, because before too long, Iโd have those pretty legs straddled over mine, watching you get yourself off on my thigh in the corner of a club, just hoping that Iโll have mercy on you and help you cum before someone notices.โ
When he finally finishes, the two of you stare at each other, both breathless. You start to grin.
โI guess sleeping with your guy friends wouldnโt be so bad, then.โ
Iwaizumi likes to leave traces of himself on her. His teeth drag along the soft, impressionable skin of her neck. Her taste is familiar, and the more of it he tastes, the harder his hands grip at either one of her hips. His chest is flushed against hers, but Iwaizumi has this clawing in his chest that compels him to get closer.ย
โHaji,โ she says, breathless. It motivates him, and his teeth press harder into her skin. She reaches up the nape of his neck and grabs at the ends of his hair. โDonโt,โ she says, pulling his head away from her neck. โHeโll see it.โย
He pulls away to look her in the eye, hovering above her. Her eyes are glossy, and her lips are swollen. Iwaizumi thinks she looks so pretty like that, he canโt help but duck his head down to quickly kiss her again. Itโs chaste, but he lingers, his forehead against hers and the tips of their noses touching. โWhat if I want him to see?โย
He does want him to see. Iwaizumi does everything he can to make him notice. He wears strong cologne before she comes over and kicks her shirts under the bed so sheโll have to leave in one of Iwaizumiโs when she canโt find it. Because in Iwaizumiโs head, if he gets rid of her boyfriend, there will be no one else left but him to take his place.ย
She rolls her eyes, and raises a hand to push Iwaizumiโs shoulder. He takes the hint, and flops onto the bed beside her. โDonโt be a dick,โ she chastises, but she lets her head rest on his shoulder. Iwaizumi raises a hand to smooth down the ends of her hair.ย
โWhatโs so bad about him finding out?โ Iwaizumi mumbles, looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom.ย
She scoffs, and her hand spreads out along the surface of his chest, her palm resting above Iwaizumiโs heart. โThatโs easy for you to say. Youโre not the one whoโll get dumped.โย
Heโs still playing with the ends of her hair. He just likes to touch her, as much as he can, while he has her. โI just donโt know why youโre still with him.โย
โI dunno,โ she says with a shrug. โIssei just makes me happy.โย
โNot happy enough that you donโt have to see someone else,โ Iwaizumi mumbles. He knows she hears it, though, from the way that she tenses up besides him.ย
Iwaizumi thinks he should feel worse for what heโs doing to Matsukawa. But Iwaizumiโs shameless, fucking his girlfriend and begging her to leave him, trying to get caught so things end quicker. Heโs desperate, driven mad by the hand that rests on his heart. His body is too wrecked with desire to feel anything else, let alone guilt.ย
She swings one leg over his hips, and slides to straddle him, placing a hand on either side of his head. Iwaizumi gazes up at her softly, lovelorn and pathetic. โI dunno,โ she drawls, ducking her head down to place a sloppy kiss on the side of his neck. โMaybe you just fuck me better than him,โ she mumbles against his skin, and Iwaizumi can feel each word tumble out.ย
He shudders, unable to suppress it. Iwaizumi canโt hide what she does to him. His eyes start to flutter shut.ย
Her teeth are repaying the favor he left on her neck when the sound of loud vibrations start to rattle against his nightstand. Iwaizumi, lost in the feeling of her tongue swirling against his skin, slams his hand down on the nightstand once, twice, before he gets a grip on his phone. He answers it without looking at whoโs calling, while his free hand tangles in the roots of her hair. โHello?โ Iwaizumi answers in a low, distant voice.ย
โHey man,โ Matsukawa replies from the other end, his voice chopped up from a poor connection. Iwaizumi hears it, and tightens his grip on her hair. โHave you seen my girlfriend?โย
Iwaizumi looks at her, watching as she works her way down his neck, to the center of his bare chest, leaving light bruises along his skin as she goes. โNah, man,โ Iwaizumi answers. โHavenโt seen her lately.โย
He has to bite down on his tongue to suppress a moan when she reaches his navel. Matsukawa sighs. โThis fucking girl,โ he huffs. โSheโs always blowing me off like this. Iโm sick of it.โย
โI dunno, man,โ Iwaizumi replies, using his thumb to stroke the back of her head, โbreak up with her if youโre that sick of it.โย
Matsukawa doesnโt say anything for a moment. In the silence, his girlfriend licks a line on Iwaizumiโs abdomen. โWhatever. Can you just call me if you hear from her?โย
โYeah, sure,โ Iwaizumi agrees easily. โIโll let you know if I hear anything.โย
Matsukawa mutters a quick thanks before he hangs up. And for a moment, while Iwaizumi still holds his phone his hand, he thinks about taking a picture of her like this, mouth all over him, and sending it to Matsukawa. He wants to. Iwaizumi wants more than anything to end it all, and have him all to herself. And what holds Iwaizumi back, what really makes him despicable, is the thought she might not forgive him, if he did.ย
Her teeth reach the top of his boxers. She bites down on the elastic band and lifts it from his waist, before releasing it and letting it snap back down. Iwaizumi tosses his phone on the floor beside his bed, and gives her all of his attention.
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