Characters: Bruschetta (my Trigun sona), mentions of other trisonas (Penance + Ghost, from the disc server im in!)
Summary: Bruschetta tags along on a mission and
Content warning: getting shot (hoplophobia?), blood
Word count: 483
There was a loud bang, followed by the retreating footsteps of the enemy yelling something. Bruschetta didn’t hear anything for a second, but they felt everything. As if to hide it, they slap a hand over it. Penance, Ghost, and two others check themselves. Even when it matters, they’re bad at remembering names. They’re clean.
“We’re good,” one of them calls, before turning around to Bruschetta, “and you?”
Bruschetta don’t meet their eyes, tears already welling in their eyes. And their face always gives away if they’re lying. Instead, they laugh. Over how stupid getting shot first is. How they were prepared for anything but a blow to the gut. Over their racing thoughts that land on one person who isn’t here.
Bruschetta slumps against a wall, trying so hard to hide it. Their laugh dies, and it feels like it’s bouncing off the walls and mocking them, but their sad smile stays. “Hah. . . Ah, ol’ Chetta’s gotta rest a bit. Y’all go on. I’ll be there in five.”
They fall to the floor faster than they meant to, and Ghost is at their side in an instant. As always, Bruschetta can’t see their eyes, but his gaze feels sharp. They try to fight against the other from removing their hand from their wound, but it’s to no avail. Ghost pries their hand from their wound, and just. . . stares. There’s one more weak attempt to tug away, but he keeps their hand where it is.
“Ghostie, let’s not overreact here. It just looks worse than it is,” Chetta lies with a big smile, “Go on now. Please.”
He shakes his head no. It forces them to laugh, which makes them cough. They can’t hide the blood anymore. Not to mention how they’ve been fighting against the room slowly spinning. A little bit due to blood loss, mostly because of the smell of their own blood—the admission of their own mortality.
“Heh. . . I guess you don’t know when to let go either, huh? Ah, dear Ghostie. . .” They finally turn their gaze and body towards Ghost. Bruschetta gives them their full attention, instead of watching the blood soak their shirt fabric. A beautiful purple soiled by a deep crimson. . . How stupid are they for wearing their favorite clothes on this mission. They weren’t even listening when it was briefly discussed what they were doing here. . . They just wanted to spend time with Ghost. Speaking of family. . .
Chetta pushes up their glasses to make full eye contact. Through the hair, they’re sure they’re looking at Ghost’s eyes. They don’t care if they’re looking back or not. It doesn’t matter. They’re here—and also blind, from what they remember. Tears stream down their face, smile as wide as ever.
Their voice wavers, thick with tears and blood and probably snot, but they press on. Not that it matters, they think bitterly, but regardless. . . “Please, don’t tell my sister.”
Day 9: werewolf!Iwaizumi Hajime x female!reader, 3,547 words, thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!
Warnings: Iwa is in his 20s, reader is 18+ (I tend to view reader in her 20s but exact age is not specified), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), porn with (lots of) plot, a/b/o, slight daddy kink, slight breeding kink, Iwa marks reader, fingering, penetrative sex against a tree, kind of rough sex, praise, female gendered nicknames, Iwa is a little possessive but not in an unhealthy way, mentions of pack, I think that's everything? I WILL BLOCK MINORS 17 AND UNDER AND AGELESS BLOGS IF YOU LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG, AND/OR FOLLOW. I don’t own the characters.
Yes, you’ve heard the stories that it’s haunted, that there’s howling at night, that people have seen giant dogs sometimes, and that there have been giant paw prints left on nights when it rains, so you should find a new area to hike in. But it’s your favorite hiking spot; the scenery is immaculate, the trees allow the perfect amount of sun to shine through and, then, there’s the view. The same group of nine guys hang out at this park.
Sure, some weren't to your taste like the one with the blonde hair and brown stripes, making his head look like a tennis ball. Or the one who had hair that resembled an onion or the one who was right next to him with a middle part on his bangs. Or the one with strawberry pink hair and the one with light chocolate colored hair with a little floof to the bangs; clearly the pretty boys of the group. That doesn’t mean they weren’t nice to look at, though, especially if they had big, bulging muscles like tennis ball. Then there was the one with dark brown and curly hair. You couldn’t deny he was one easy on the eyes and one of the more attractive ones, despite not being your usual type; you like your men more active and alert with an air of authority.
Which brings you to the nicely tanned one with spikey, dark brown hair that resembles chocolate and gorgeous, deep olive eyes. And your favorite part? The way they all look to him and the air of authority surrounding him, almost like he’s their leader. But what group of adults has or needs a leader? Shoving the thought out your head, you focus on his reason for being a regular here, as well. You see him run at this spot so it’s no surprise that he takes off his shirt regularly, including now so your eyes rake down his tanned and muscled body, moving up from his thick thighs to his chiseled abs until they linger on his defined arms.
You're so distracted by his sinful arms that you just want to lick and bite that you don’t see the branch in your way. You trip over it just as you hear three snickers from the group and immediately notice who they came from – the pretty brunette, the pink haired one, and the curly haired brunette. For some reason, he annoyed you the most but your annoyance dissipated as those gorgeous, olive eyes are in front of your face, staring into your soul, and you don't know what it is but it’s like you were meant to meet this way, like you’re being pulled towards each other. His nose wriggles a little and his eyes alight for a moment, like there’s a fire being lit behind them. You feel the energy of it travel down his whole body, electrifying him and charging the air around you both, making the electricity coat your body, too.
He holds his hand out to you, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got distracted and tripped,” you hear the same three snickers at this – did they hear you? No, that’s not possible. They’re too far away – and you take his hand, sparks shooting up from where his hand meets yours when they meet and you recoil, ripping your hand from his in shock. “No major injuries.”
He has a smirk on his face and his eyes zoom in on your hand as you rub it, the spark lingering like a phantom pain – static electricity? No, that doesn’t feel like this nor linger like this. What could it be? – and it’s left your mind in a whirlwind.
“Maybe I should join you? Can’t have a pretty girl like you wandering away, getting injured from the other big, bad branches.”
The mischief dancing in his jade eyes, focused on you, makes you feel like you should say no but every cell in your being is pulling you towards yes, towards him so you smile softly and say “I’d love that. . . if I knew your name.”
He lets out a chuckle, “Iwaizumi Hajime. And you? Or should I just call you princess?” He grabs your hand in his, tracing his fingers along yours, little shocks dancing where your skin connects with his. “Bet you’d like it if I just called you my good girl.”
Heat rises to your cheeks at not just his flirting, but also, at the way his eyes are burning into your soul, like he’s imprinting himself on your heart. Maybe he already has, based on the way he’s looking at you like he owns you. You tell him your name and he joins you on your now leisurely hike, heading deeper into the woods, further away from his group of his friends.
As you continue on your hike, you and Iwaizumi shared some light conversation – about your jobs, your friends, your lives, but you also shared jokes and Iwaizumi continued to flirt with you, only increasing his attempts when he saw how you reacted – stumbling over your words and looking away while getting hotter and hotter in temperature, despite the trees hiding the sun just as they always do. So why was it getting so hot?
You stop against a tree and fan yourself. “Does it feel hot to you? Well, hotter than normal.”
He smirks at you again, leaning an arm on the tree next to you, rough bark pressing into his smooth skin. “I actually tend to run hot, part of why I like to run shirtless, especially on days when it’s gonna be a full moon.” At the mention of him being shirtless, your eyes rake down his body, causing your body temperature to rise even more.
“Ugh, why is it getting hotter?” You complain, shrugging off your jacket and you instantly feel relief just being in your black tank top. With your jacket gone, the full force of your scent hits Iwaizumi’s nose, suffocating him in your pheromones, his mind screams at him “Mate! Mark! Breed!”
His nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl, forming a first to control his heightened urges. Unfortunately for Iwaizumi, the wind chose that moment to blow, wafting your scent in his direction, and the wolf he was fighting to keep at bay takes over. He cups your cheeks and, pressing you into the tree, kisses you with fervor. Part of your brain screams at you to push him off but your body reacts differently, gripping his shoulders and pulling him into you, deepening the kiss. Your tongue swipes across his lips as your nails dig into his skin and he feels enough clarity return long enough to break the kiss and pull away from you, moving to stand several feet away from you.
Breathing heavy, you bring your hand to your lips, the tingle of electricity from his lips connecting with yours lingering. “Um, that, uh, that was some kiss. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”
He fights the urge to move closer and run a finger down your cheek gently. Balling his hand into a fist, he punches the tree, causing a few splinters to fly around the deserted area of the forest. “You didn’t do anything,” he growls out. “I thought I could control it, full moon be damned. I have something to tell you but it’s gotta be quick. I don’t know how long I can keep it at a bay.”
You gulp, feeling some force pull you towards him and some carnal desire to have his lips, his body, pressed tight against you makes your body closer to him. You pause in your tracks when he shoots a hand out, growling out a commanding “Stop!”
Turning to face you, he crosses his arms across his naked chest, “I won’t be able to control it if you come closer. This is going to be a lot at once and I wouldn’t blame you if you ran. There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna rip the band-aid off.” Inhaling and exhaling, he looks you deep in the eyes, his olive green ones holding you captive, enticing you to listen. “I’m a werewolf. And you’re my mate. That spark when we touched? That was because we’re mates. It’s the mating signal wanting us to complete the bond. It’s why you want to move closer to me right now, why you’re hanging on my every word, why you were so willing to say yes to my joining you without even knowing my name.”
Your brain is moving a mile a minute, trying to catch up and process, but you can’t think properly with this damn heat, burning you up from the inside. “What. . . what does it mean to complete the bond? What happens if we don’t?”
He smiles softly at you, fighting his own urge to just hold you in his arms, “I have to bite you, claim you as mine.” His eyes focus on the gulp of your throat, the way your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath as the sound of your rapidly beating heart fills his ears. “As for not completing it. . . well, you won’t die but it won’t exactly be pleasant, either. The temperature increase will stay, probably continue to rise, actually. Might become restless, might have an increased desire for affection. ‘S different for everyone. Don’t worry; I won’t force you to be my mate or force you to complete the mate bond. It has to be chosen by both of us, even if I wanted to force it.”
You wish you could take a moment to think, to process, to wrap your head around on all the information given to you but all you can think about is Iwaizumi: touching Iwaizumi, kissing Iwaizumi, being wrapped in Iwaizumi’s arms. And the thought that surprises you most is. . . being Iwaizumi’s, getting his mark and connected to him for life.
“If we complete the mating bond, are there any benefits?”
“Well, you’d get increased lifespan, ability to heal quicker, I’ll be able to sense if you’re in danger and track you, you’ll become Mistress of the Pack – though this is specific to being my mate.”
“What’s Mistress of the Pack? Why is it specific to being your mate?”
“I’m not just your average werewolf; I’m the Leader of the Pack. So, by being my mate, you’d basically be their Queen, except the official title is Mistress of the Pack. Other than myself and Oikawa, my right hand man, you’d get to rule them. You can create laws and laws you make are absolute, unable to be broken. Only I would be able to overrule them. It would also be your responsibility to protect the pack with me, keep them safe, and take charge if I and Oikawa are away. You’d also be responsible for feeding them if they show up at your or my home, giving them refuge, and clothing them if needed after the night of the full moon.”
Your mind is still racing and new questions come before you can fully process. “Wait, you said that, to complete the mate bond, you’d have to bite me. Won’t that make me become a werewolf?”
“A common misconception. That’s vampires. It’s a little more complicated to become a werewolf; you have to be scratched when one of us is in wolf form. Works best when it comes from your mate and both parties involved have to want and agree to it.”
You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around everything but it’s hard, so hard, when your mind and body are screaming at you to go to Iwaizumi, to have him claim, mark you, make you his. Your feet move of their own accord just as another gust of wind blows your scent in Iwaizumi’s direction and he inhales deeply, letting out a low growl just as you get to him, softly pressing your lips to his. He balls his fist tighter, knuckles turning white, struggling to retain control.
“Don’t. If you don’t want this, you should stay away from me. The full moon is tonight so everything is. . . heightened.”
You aren’t sure when you decided but you stand firm, unyielding, resolute in your decision. “I want this. I trust you.”
Iwaizumi’s head snaps up, eyes locked on yours and another gust of wind blows your scent in his direction, causing him to lose the hold on the wolf he had and he captures your lips with his, teeth knocking together harshly. Your hands thread in his hair as his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You part your lips and he slips his tongue in to mix with yours as you feel your body run even hotter, slick starting to form between your legs.
He breaks the kiss, saliva string connecting the two of you, and he grips your shoulders. “You’re not against the mate thing but I need to know if you want to take it slow. Cause, if so, walk away now. Or I won’t be able to stop.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips to his lightly, “Don’t stop. I want all of you, every part of you. Take me, Hajime.”
Your words are all he needs as he smashes your lips together again, kissing you harshly, walking you back towards the tree. His tongue slides in your mouth again as your soft skin meets the harsh, uneven bark being pressed against you. Effectively trapped between Iwaizumi’s body and the tree, you wrap your jean covered legs against his waist. A growl reverberates in his chest as you grind yourself against his clothed cock and move your hand to your waistband, trying to undo the zipper in between you.
Iwaizumi notices your struggle and, gently moving your hands back to his shoulder as his darkened green eyes look into yours deeply, he grips your hips, stopping your thrusts. Eye still staring into your soul, he grips the left side of your waistband and rips the fabric, until the whole pant leg falls loose. He then does the same to the right of your jeans, them falling on the forest ground, and your pussy clenches at the show of strength.
You gasp, “you just ripped my jeans like they were the flimsiest fabric on Earth. That was. . . so hot.” A smirk forms on his face and your lips move to his neck, sucking harshly as his thumb rubs harsh circles against your clit through your royal blue lace panties.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes in the dark blue against your captivating skin. “Lace? And in my favorite color, too. What a dirty girl you are. Were you expecting this, princess?” He presses three fingers inside you, moving them fast and harsh. Increasing the pressure on your clit, he speeds his fingers up, working you closer and closer to your release.
Tearing your lips away from his neck, loud moan filling the forest air as you grind on his fingers, “Wasn’t – oh, god, right there – wasn’t expecting this.” You fall against him, resting against his hot chest, as you cream around his fingers.
“I got you, princess. Take a moment,” he pulls his fingers from you and undoes his zipper, pulling his cock out. He gives it a few tugs as his eyes meet yours, checking to see if you’re ready. You nod your head, hand gripping his neck to pull his lips to yours. Rough bark digs into your back as he slowly slides his cock into your velvety walls.
You gasp from the stretch as he bottoms out, “Oh, fuck, you’re so big! Hajime. . .”
He stills, growls lowly in your ear, as he tries to maintain control. You press a hand to his cheek and his eyes flash to yours. “Hey, Hajime, it’s okay. You can let go. I trust you.”
His nostrils flare and a fire lights in his eyes as he rips the straps of your black tank top, falling down to your waist, exposing to him your matching royal blue bra. Pulling out until just the tip remains, he thrusts back in, starting a harsh, rough pace, tree digging into your back even more. Your legs wrap around his waist as he moves to cup your ass, every thrust driving you up the bark of the tree. He angles his hips as you arch your back, thick vein rubbing against your most sensitive spot and you scream his name into the clearing.
Pads of feet stomping the ground from yards and yards away meet his ears and he roars in his mind “Stay back! She’s mine.” The order is clear, resolute, full of possessiveness, and the steps recede as he gives another harsh thrust and the wolf inside screams at him to “breed, breed, breed!”
He growls in your ear as he brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles. “Come on, princess. Come for me, come for daddy. Just one more.”
You scream his name again as you clench and unclench around him tightly, coating his cock in your juices as you fall limp against him again. Trying to catch your breath as he fucks into you harder, growling in your ear, using you for his pleasure. “Bite me, Hajime. Mark me. I want to be yours.”
His eyes flash to yours again as he thrusts roughly, trying to gauge how much you mean it, seeing nothing but love and seriousness in your eyes. He lets out a howl then bites hard into your shoulder, canines sinking into the mating gland and blood fills his mouth, completing the bond as he cums, painting your walls white.
His hips still as he retracts his canines, pulling his mouth from your shoulder and running his tongue along your mark, closing and healing it. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he cups your cheeks, looking at you deeply, lovingly. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
You smile softly at him, your hand resting on one of his. “I’m okay. I’m perfect. You didn’t hurt me.”
He presses his lips to yours quickly, then pulling out of you and tucking his dick back in his pants. “Princess, I’m sorry to do this but you’ve got to go.”
Hurt and confusion laces your tone. “What?”
He cups your cheeks again, pressing his forehead against yours as your pain ripples through his body. “Not like that. It’s the full moon and we’re all about to turn – an hour, give or take. It’s not safe for you and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you, my queen.” His lips press against your forehead and he pulls your tank top, turning it into a skirt and rooting around in his jeans to press four three objects into your hands.
“This is my phone, my wallet, and my keys.” He says as he pulls a black t-shirt from his back pocket, placing it over your head and looping your arms through it. “Go to my place and wait for me there. Make yourself at home and I promise I’ll be by your side when you wake up. Now go. Run.”
You press your lips to his quickly and run as fast as you can until you end up in front of a large brownstone, just as the moon is high in the sky, nine howls filling the air. Smiling, you close and lock the door, walking through the brownstone, familiarizing yourself with it. Like any place, there’s a kitchen, dining room, living room, and half bath on the first floor along with a study turned game room. Looking at the grey walls with warm wood flooring, matching navy couches and chairs in the living room and casual, comfortable furniture spread throughout the house, you think about how it’s all just so Iwaizumi.
You head up the stairs and find his bedroom, laying down on the bed and curling around a pillow inhaling his scent. Your eyes start to droop and, when you wake again, light is filtering through the windows, an arm wrapped securely around your waist. Turning your head, you see Iwaizumi curled up behind you and smile happily, pressing closer against his warmth.
“Mornin’,” comes his tired drawl.
“Morning,” you turn to face him. “How was it?”
“Same as it always is. Would have much rather been here with you.” He presses his lips to yours lightly.
‘What time is it?”
“Just before seven.”
“So we can stay like this for a bit longer?”
His arms tighten around you and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, we can stay like this for a bit longer. As long as you want. Then I’ll answer any more questions you have and tell you anything you want to know.”
Closing your eyes, you press a kiss to his chest, right above his heart, letting the sound of it beating lull you back to sleep. As you drift off to sleep, happy, safe, and content, you hear a rumble from his chest followed by a soft ‘I love you, my queen.’
Day 5: Iwaizumi Hajime x female implied!reader but no pronouns or gendered nicknames, 1,297 words, beta reader: @nocturnalazura
Warnings: time skip Iwaizumi, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), established relationship, fingering, penetrative sex, slight breeding kink, Iwa calls himself daddy once, reader bites into Iwa's shoulder and draws blood, a little cursed as a treat. I WILL BLOCK MINORS 17 AND UNDER AND AGELESS BLOGS IF YOU LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG, AND/OR FOLLOW. I don't own the characters or the songs.
Hajime’s hand rests on your thigh as light from the street lamps fly past on the empty road. You smile softly as his thumb rubs soft circles on your soft flesh. You release a hum, unconsciously spreading your legs. You give him a small smile when his fingers press a little harder into your thigh, trying to ignore the slick starting to form between your legs.
“You look gorgeous tonight, babe.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I mean it. You look good enough to eat.”
A smirk plays at the edges of your lips, “Why don’t you, then?”
“Babe, I’m not having car sex with you.”
“Why not?” You pout, arms crossing over your chest.
“We’ve been over this. You already know why.”
You sigh deeply as he pulls his hand away to make a turn. A plan forms in your mind and you smirk devilishly as you spread your thighs and bring a hand down to your pussy, pushing the fabric to the side and inserting three fingers, pumping fast. You bite your lip to try and keep your moans in as your fingers rub against your velvety walls.
Iwaizumi brings his hand back to your thigh and your pants fill the air.
“You feeling okay, y/n?”
You speed up your fingers, moaning out his name, “H-hajime!”
“Baby. . .” his hand grips the steering wheel tightly.
You bring your thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as your moans reverberate off the walls. He feels his cock harden with every moan of his name and tightens his hand on the wheel, knuckles turning white. You add a fourth finger, pumping them faster, moans and pants filling the tiny space.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says as he pulls off the road until he gets to a semi-secluded cliff. Putting the car in park, he cups your cheeks and pulls you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips, intertwining your meat muscles together. His hand snakes down to join yours, pulling them from you and swallowing your whimper. He breaks the kiss and brings your fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of your juices.
Groaning around your fingers, he releases them with a pop, bringing his much thicker fingers to part your folds. You whine at the stretch of his fingers invading you as they slowly part your walls, scissoring inside you. You part your legs as far as you can in the tight space, gripping the soft, black leather.
“Hajime. . . please.”
“My pretty baby always needs me in the end, huh?”
He adds another finger, curling deep inside you as his thumb swipes at your clit. Your nails dig into the soft leather as his fingers speed up. Clenching tighter and tighter until you gush around him, biting your lip to keep your moans in, knuckles turning white. He pulls his fingers from you and grips your hips.
“Get in the backseat, baby.”
You turn to him in shock, “Wait, really? But I thought – “
“Do you want me to change my mind?” He climbs in the backseat, sliding his pants and boxers down then pulling his shirt off.
Shaking your head furiously, you start to climb into the backseat when you have a thought, “What about some mood music?”
“Whatever gets you back here faster, baby.”
You turn the car on accessory mode, turning the stereo on and connect your phone to play the perfect song. Iwaizumi groans as the opening riff comes through the car speakers and you giggle.
Sitting back in the passenger seat, you slide your lace panties off and toss them at him, watching as he brings them to his face and inhales deeply before throwing them to the floor.
“Sometimes I feel I’ve got to. . .run away. I’ve got to. . . get away,” comes from the speakers as you climb into the back, settling yourself on Iwaizumi’s lap, grinding your pussy against his hard cock and pulling your dress over your head.
Iwaizumi’s hands rest on your thighs as the next line plays, “from the pain you drive into the heart of me. . .”
His lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly as he moves his hands to grip your hips, lining you up with his length, “You’re lucky I love you, baby. I wouldn’t put up with this song for just anyone.”
You place your hands on his shoulders, moaning as you sink down on his cock until it’s buried to the hilt. Taking a moment to adjust, his lips attach to your breast, sucking harshly as his hand twirls your other nipple between his fingers, causing you to let out a gasp.
“The love we share. . . seems to go nowhere. . .”
You push your hips up and slam back down, veins rubbing deliciously along your velvety walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eliciting a moan to vibrate against your breast as Iwaizumi sucks harder before he pulls away to capture your lips with his, swirling his tongue with yours.
“And I’ve lost my light. . . for I toss and turn, I can’t sleep at night. . .”
His hands move to rest on your ass, cupping your cheeks, as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them roughly back into you, balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, bringing you closer and closer to your high. The windows fog, the heat inside from your sinful act contrasting with the dropping night temperatures outside, framing Iwaizumi’s head in a halo.
“Once I ran to you (I ran) . . . Now I’ll run from you. . . This tainted love you’ve given. . . “
He slams into you harder, car rocking slightly from the force of his thrusts, and you bring your lips to his shoulder, biting down to quiet your moans. The next line croons out from the speakers as Iwaizumi brings his hand to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, making your walls flutter around him.
“Come on, baby. Cum for daddy. Gonna breed this tight cunt, okay?”
You bite down hard into his shoulder, blood flooding your mouth, as you cream around his cock, rocking your hips harshly.
“Shit!” He thrusts his hips into you harder, once, twice, three more times before he explodes, painting your walls white and mixing your cum with his. Lifting your mouth from his shoulder, you quickly grab his black shirt to catch the line of blood running down his sharp shoulder blade and press down on your teeth marks to stop the bleeding.
“Sorry, Haj.”
He shrugs it off, “’S fine. It was hot, babe.” He quickly presses his lips to yours before cupping your cheeks. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll heal, okay?”
You smile softly at him, wiggling your hips slightly and making him release a groan, “You sure, baby?”
His hand brushes your face, planting a kiss on your forehead, “I’m sure but you gotta stop grinding on me like that, okay?”
“Okay, Haj. I love you.”
“I love you, too, y/n.” he says as you reach for your dress, sliding it over your head before you climb off him. Snatching your panties, you sit in the seat next to him to slide them back on and maneuver yourself to the front seat.
As Iwaizumi pulls his own clothes on, moving to the driver’s seat and starting the engine, the song switches to “Don’t Go Breaking my Heart.” Iwaizumi turns to you with a smirk.
“You were right about the car sex,” falls from his lips and you fist pump the air before he grabs your hand, sliding his fingers through yours. Resuming the drive home, his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand.
