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he’s just so sweet, so shy, so unassuming. a quiet little thing who can be so strong when he needs to be. he likes butterflies. how pure and fitting is that? it just makes you wanna equal parts take care of and absolutely destroy him.
it would be so nice to see his skin burn up in a blush as he stutters out a thank you when you hand him a bento box made just for him. to compliment him, not just about his quirk and his strength, but also his looks and his heart, until he’s a flustered mess. he’s the type of guy to never demand that you do anything for him, and that just makes you wanna do it even more.
and it would be so nice—really, really nice—to see him gasping for air, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack and head thrown back, red from the tips of his cute pointy ears all the way down to his pretty neck, shaking like a little leaf once you take him in your mouth. he’s just so cute, and he doesn’t even know it. makes you wanna cherish him and destroy him all at once.
or, you and iwaizumi treading the line between simple friendship and something far more dangerous.
f!reader 1.6k+ cw: drinking, making out, grinding. MDNI for safesies.
there’s always been an unmistakable tension between you and iwaizumi; an electrifying feeling brewing deep in your gut that seems to intensify every time your eyes would meet.
some nights, it’s easier to ignore and push aside. it’s easier to avert your eyes every time you’d find yourself holding one of his heavy stares for a little too long when one of your friends opens up a new topic of conversation, easier to ignore the goosebumps caused by his subtle touches on your waist and arm when you’re being dragged away by another one of your friends when you’re out and about.
some nights, not so much. it’s harder to ignore the way he looks at you when the two of you are left alone—eyes lidded yet focused as he nods along to what you’re saying, darting down to your lips every now and then. you don’t miss the way his tongue peeks out to wet his own in a quick motion before his eyes are back up to meet yours again.
some nights, the prospect of ruining the safe and solid friendship you’ve built together doesn’t seem so bad. not when his arm is slung right behind you, the tips of his fingers lightly tracing up and down your shoulder and arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
you almost think he’s playing with you, but then you realize, this is just how he is. irresistible without even trying. it’s how he carries himself—confident but never cocky, dominant but never aggressive, protective but never stifling. every inch the man a lot of other guys think they are, but would never come close to.
it all boils over one night when your group of friends is invited over at a party. it had been just like every other party at every other club, until it’s just you and him stuck with the friend group of the host, your own group nowhere to be found. probably dispersed around the club to do their own thing.
it had been fun going out of your comfort zone and talking to new people, all while having the comfort of familiarity that is iwa by your side, a bottle in his hand as he talks to some guy beside him.
it’s all casual fun, until one of them decides that a drinking game would liven up the scene even more. not that you really minded, the buzz you got from the couple of drinks you’ve had making you more daring than usual, going along when each one of you were made to promise not to back out of a dare, no matter what it is.
it’s all casual fun, until the bottle lands on you.
“kiss anyone in here for 10 seconds!” the drunk boy you barely remember the name of shouts, words slurred and arms flailing around. “with tongue!”
the last addition draws out boisterous laughter from everyone else on the booth but you. despite the alcohol in your system, you feel your heart pound and your hands grow cold. save for the obvious fact that you’re being dared to kiss someone in front of other people, with tongue at that, it’s a choice between complete strangers or iwaizumi, a friend (whom you definitely want to be more, although it’s really none of his business).
you can’t decide which one is worse.
the cheers of the group are deafening all around you, and you’re frozen, debating just booking it because it’s not like any of these people would remember your face or your name come morning.
“you have me.” hajime whispers, a palm settles itself down on your thigh, the warmth of it seeping through the material of your clothes. his breath is warm, yet his lips are cold from his drink when it touches the tip of your ear.
you turn your head to look at him, and there’s that look again—focused, intense, with just the tiniest hint of something more salacious brewing in the deep browns.
“are you sure?” you ask in a whisper.
he shrugs, never taking his eyes off you as he takes another sip of his drink, licking the left-over moisture off his lips. “do you wanna kiss somebody else?”
the way he looks at you is hypnotic, eyes made even darker because of the dim lights inside the club. the amount of drinks you’ve had might not be enough for you to kiss a random stranger outright, but it’s definitely enough to have you shaking your head no.
a smirk stretches his lips as he leans closer, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “good girl.”
the involuntary gasp you let out upon hearing his words is cut short when his lips meet yours. they’re so soft, you didn’t think something belonging to one iwaizumi hajime could be this soft. it’s still cool from his drink in contrast to the warmth of your own, and it makes you shudder.
he tilts his head to the side, and you subconsciously do the same, allowing him to kiss you deeper. the screams and jeers of the people around seem muted in the moment. his tongue runs over your bottom lip, and you can taste the bittersweet flavor of what he’s been drinking when your own part to accommodate him.
heat blooms in your belly when the hand that held your chin moves to your waist, running up and down your side. kissing iwaizumi felt like sinking into deep, dark water, all-consuming and sense-numbing. there’s nothing else but him and his lips and how they move against yours.
“—one, zero! it’s over, you horndogs!”
“get a room!”
the voices seem to fade back in when iwaizumi pulls away, breath heaving just as yours is. there’s a furrow in between his eyebrows that sends alarm bells blaring at the back of your head. he probably regrets it, and you know you should regret it.
but how could you when your lips are still tingling and the skin he’d touched still feels like it’s burning?
the group around you goes on like nothing had happened, already onto a new victim when the bottle lands on someone else, but you and hajime go quiet after that.
he switches to drinking water since he’s still the designated driver for tonight, and after an hour or so, you gather your other friends to drive them home. after the last one of them gets inside his apartment and only the two of you are left in the car, the tension seems to thicken.
“so,” you start, figuring that it might be better to rip the band-aid right off so you both can move on and forget about this as soon as possible. “we’re still okay, right? still friends?”
from your peripherals, you see his hold on top of the wheel tighten. “yeah,” he breathes out after a few moments of tense silence. “friends.”
“okay,” you respond a little too quickly, tone a little too cheery to be genuine. “so, um, we’ll never talk about this again, yeah?
you turn your head to look at him, chest pounding inexplicably despite the sinking in your gut. his gaze is still straight ahead, jaw clenching when he feels the weight of your stare. he closes his eyes tightly, leaning his head back and letting out a whispered string of curses before his seatbelt is clicking off of him. something seemed to have snapped in that moment as you mindlessly do the same. in one second, you’re scrambling from your seat into his awaiting arms, legs on either side of his as you straddle him.
your lips meet for the second time that night, with more urgency this time. he bites your lower lip, eliciting a gasp from you, allowing him to slide his tongue in. one of his hands is behind your head, gripping your hair to tilt your head into an angle that allows him to go deeper, practically staking his claim on your mouth.
your hands are wrapped around him, pawing at his clothes with the same urgency as the kiss, hips rocking against his in an effort to feel closer, feel more of him. his other hand grabs at your ass, pulling you closer to him as his lips travel down to your neck, sucking and biting and laving at the marks he’s leaving behind. his lips on your neck means you can breathe easier, and it also means you can moan more freely when he sucks at a certain spot that makes your thighs shake.
“f-fuck, haji,” a pathetic whimper that has him going even more feral, eliciting a deep groan from his chest.
his hands pull at your hips, maneuvering you so that your crotch grinds directly at his bulge. the material of his jeans catches against your clit, the feeling vivid and euphoric even through the material of both of your clothes, making you cry out, thighs clenching around his waist and nails digging into his shoulders.
“fucking hell,” he rasps, pulling away from your neck, but his arms and the way he moves you against him still unrelenting. “tell me to stop now if you don’t want this.”
you know you should. there’s too much at risk. but you’re also too far gone, drowning at the feeling of his lips and hands on you, at the smell and the taste of him, at the electrifying feeling of your clit grinding against the tent in his pants. it’s all too intoxicating.
so for the second time that night, you shake your head no, eyes heavy-lidded and drunk on something far stronger than any drink you’ve had that night—iwaizumi hajime.
