the one where you get your ass whooped cuz you fucked your friend’s dad who is an absolute dilf, iwaizumi x reader
warnings: reader’s about to get hands, consequences, iwaizumi cannot save you, nsfw mention, be a better friend next time
The sound of your name in a high-pitched shriek coming from across the campus lawn is jarring to say the least, and your heart skips a beat.
In shock you turn, confused; it’s definitely your friend who’s now barreling towards you at full speed as you stand still and transfixed, your hands clutching the strap of your book bag as you attempted to make your way to your next class.
It’s vitriol that spews from her mouth and her green eyes are full of rage. But that’s not the most unsettling part of this scene where your best friend for the better part of the year is cussing you out loudly enough for the entire campus to hear - it’s the fact that she has a bra clutched tightly in her right hand, your bra, a bra you haven’t seen since the holidays, since-
Your eyes grow wide, and you start running.
Iwaizumi’s daughter isn’t as strong as him but she’s fast so she catches up to you in no time, and the grip she gets on your hair is vicious as she jerks you back violently enough that you fall to the ground.
“You fucked my dad?! Really?”
Your tears are immediate, but they might as well be crocodile tears.
You’re not upset that you fucked him, not in the least. It’s probably the best dick you’ve ever gotten in your life to be quite honest, none of these boys at your university and even now, if you had the choice, you probably wouldn’t say no to another tryst.
But it doesn’t stop you from sniveling because his daughter is as hot-headed as he is apparently, and you’re about to get wailed on in public.
“L-let me explain…” you whine, helplessly.
Iwaizumi always softens to your tears and whines, especially when you’re folded in half up under him, face buried into the crook of his neck and cumming around his cock.
“Explain what? Whose fucking bra is this because it sure ain’t mine?”
Her voice is high-pitched and she yanks at your hair further, stuffing your own old and discarded bra into your mouth.
The way you are muffled is definitely not unlike the gag her dad stuffs in your mouth when he is in a particularly dominant mood but obviously way less sexual.
She’s crying too out of shock.
It’s a scene and it’s a spectacle and of course you’re hot and embarrassed.
“You know what?” She says, finally, when she rips her hand out of your hair. You spit the bra out of your mouth, sputtering for breath and when you look up at your lover’s daughter, she’s arranging her hair into a ponytail, fierceness in her eyes.
“Actually, let me help. I forgot to tell you that my dad’s favorite colors are black and blue.”
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