but iwaizumi didn’t expect you to be there, to see you. it has been two days since he was staying at this childhood home, sleeping in the bed that he totally outgrew. you were there, you said you came back just for a week since your grandparents are leaving to live abroad with your uncle and that you ended up checking on his parents too since you were close to them.

what’s more unexpected is that you and iwaizumi have been kissing each other in his childhood bedroom. you straddle iwaizumi's lap, hands gripping the back of his hair—pulling.

“tangina, y/n.” iwaizumi groaned as you rolled your hips towards him, feeling his dick strained from his shorts.

your lips have been swollen, shiny from your and iwaizumi’s saliva. you will be lying if you don’t say that you haven’t been wanting this. ever since you found out about your childhood friend’s instagram and saw how good he looks, you thought to yourself you need to lock in.

sadly, iwaizimu has been busy with his job and so are you. you occasionally reply on each other's instagram story and truth be told, you two were not so subtle in flirting.

“hajime..” you called his name, looking at his eyes. iwaizumi grinned, “you want something?” he asked.

you swallowed hard—maybe that’s your pride, your dignity. you grind against iwaizumi’s obvious hard on, his face crumpled from your bold move. “fuck me, please”

the heat on your lower stomach burns more from your words, you are desperate. you’ve been wanting to say it ever since he came back from california from his studies. ever since iwaizumi who was supposed to be that kid you always play with transformed into a man.

puppy love never dies.

iwaizumi had his hands settled on your ass, gripping it firmly. “sorry pero hindi kita maintindihan eh.”

your eyes widen, “hajime, stop!” you hit his chest, desperately trying to feel him underneath but his strong arms are keeping you in place. “don’t tell me, need ko pang tagalugin ha?”

you're already needy, you just wish that iwaizumi stop playing around and just fuck you right there at the bed too small for the man he became.

iwaizumi grinned at you. “gago ka ba? you literally dragged me here pero ako pa magbbeg?” you said, feeling frustrated now.

“edi bumaba na tayo, hinihintay na rin naman tayo ni mama at tita sigurado” he said, body leaning in the wall as you stay straddling him. “next year na lang, or sa new years”

you gnawed your bottom lip, clutching his shirt that has ridden up. you can see the outline of his v and a happy trail.

you have been dying to know what’s under there.

“kantutin mo ‘ko,” you meekly said, “..please”

iwaizumi’s face stays neutral, tilting it to the side. “‘di kita marinig, pakiulit?” he cupped one of his hands on his ear as if he’s mocking you.

“tangina naman, hajime!” you said louder, “tirahin mo na ako, please lang.”

iwaizumi smirked. “atta girl.”

the last thing you knew your back hit the mattress—iwaizumi ended up between your legs. he has been peeling his top off and yours, mouth latching your neck as you let out a moan.

his lips suck on your flesh, enough to be seen later once you come down to go back to the small get together with your family and his.

“tagal ko nang hinihintay ‘to” iwaizumi pulled away for a minute to admire your boobs that had been freed from your bra. his rough hands massaged your breast, nipples caught on his thumb and index finger—rolling your peaked, sensitive nipples.

your back arched from it, biting the back of your palm. his hands fumbled on your shorts pulling it down along with your panties in one move. you didn’t even notice that iwaizumi has already pulled out his cock.

and fuck, it is big.

you can’t help but stare at it. it stands hard and proud, the veins around made it look more delicious causing you to clench over nothing.

“bukas na lang magforeplay,” iwaizumi chuckled, lining himself up at your entrance. the tip toys with your folds, smearing his precum on it. “tatawagin na tayo mamaya so kailangan natin bilisan”

iwaizumi didn’t even let you react when be entered fully inside you causing you to let out a scream. “puta—! ano!? gusto mo bang marinig ng pamilya natin sa baba na nagpapatira ka sa kaibigan mo?”

you can’t help but just moan as he grabbed your cheeks to make you look at him, “look at me, look at me habang nasa loob mo ‘ko”

you could feel your eyes sting, you know well that iwaizumi used to be a kid with broken tagalog—so conyo sounding at the age of 7 yet now 20 years later, this man is talking dirty in your mother tongue and you never thought that you will find it so hot.

“ah—hajime, wait lang—!” you whimpered as he picked up his pace, hands gripping your thighs open. “ngh—please, ahh—fuck”

you can hear the bed squeak beneath you, the bed post hitting the concrete wall. it’s pretty loud and you’re just hoping that the kitchie nadal medley that has been started at the karaoke machine can drown out your moans and screams.

“putangina, ang sikip mo, baby” iwaizumi groaned, burying his face on your neck to lick and suck on it. “fffuuck, ansarap mo—tangina, masarap ba ah? masarap bang matira?”

you nodded frantically, feeling his hips snap at yours. your gummy walls can feel every veins of iwaizumi’s dick that you can’t even think straight at all.

“oh? bat ‘di ka sumasagot? tite ko na lang siguro nasa utak mo kaya ka nananahimik”

“s-shut up!”

iwaizumi let out a chuckle, pushing your legs up causing your lower back to raise, legs on his shoulder. you can feel him hit much deeper, harder. “feels so deep, hajime—ah! fuck, slow down please—!”

“nah,” iwaizumi said, rutting at you at a faster speed. “can’t slow down now, you feel too good”

you had your eyes shut, feeling your pussy clenched around his cock. you swear you are now lightheaded from the pleasure you had never felt before. “ah, ‘m close, hajime! f-fuck—”

your pussy spasms, body convulsing from the orgasm that has been getting washed out from you. your hands gripped the sheets trying to anchor yourself from the pleasure.

“yeah, that’s it—cum on my cock” iwaizumi said, continuing his pace to chase his release. “you’re on pills, baby?”

you nodded weakly, head falling on the side as iwaizumi used your body. his thrust has become sharper, wet sounds echoing his bedroom.

“fuck—tangina, baby. sobrang sarap mo, akin ka na lang.” iwaizumi growled, “puputok ko sa loob ah? you’ll take it all, right?”

he didn’t even wait for your answer, he just buried himself to hilt inside you. warm and thick cum shoots all the way inside your cunt, stuffing you full.

for a moment, it was silent in his room. the laughter from downstairs bleeds through the second floor, chatters muffled, and the karaoke machine spitting numbers.

iwaizumi already pulled out his cock from your filled pussy. “tangina..” he cussed out, watching the oozing cum from your pretty little tight hole.

he scanned your naked body as one of your arms draped over your eyes, catching your own breath. iwaizumi can’t believe that he just fucked his childhood friend who he has been flirting online when he’s away from his mother’s home country.

iwaizumi can’t believe that years of learning tagalog will just lead him to dirty talk in that language. he wonders if that’s too bad for your ears since you fluently speak it every single day, will it be tainted for you?

but iwaizumi doesn’t know that he just ruined dirty talk for you now. you refuse to acknowledge that the way iwaizumi talked to you in tagalog will be forever in your mind.

he texts you that practice goes on for so long he can't do anything but sleep after. he leaves you voice messages when you're knocked out back in japan, groaning about the time difference and how stupid it is that the world is round (which honestly had gotten a laugh out of you when you'd played the message back). when he wins a game, he grumbles about how he looked for you in the crowd because he'd forgotten you wouldn't be there, wearing his jersey number like you used to back when you both were in seijoh. when he moves into his new apartment, he tells you that he feels 'torn' because, while he doesn't have to share a bathroom with four other people anymore, his bed feels too wide and too empty at night for him to sleep. this is the excuse he uses to call you during your lunch break at work, insisting that he 'needs to watch you eat so that he's sure you're getting all the right nutrients.'

and while, over time, tooru learns to talk about argentina as his home, as a place he's come to enjoy living in, he's never stopped complaining about missing you.

that's why, when you finally visit him, six years after he'd left, he doesn't ever leave your side. tooru waits for you at the arrivals bay at ezeiza, holding a homemade sign featuring your name; it's got so much color on it that it's downright obnoxious, but it helps you spot him the moment you step out of customs clearance. you try not to make a scene, but he insists on the dramatics of picking you up and twirling you around with the biggest, goofiest smile in the world, ignoring the way your feet almost swing at an unsuspecting elderly couple nearby. when you try to remind him about how much you don't want to become a public hazard directly upon landing in a new country, he just cuts you off with a deep, eager kiss that has you seeing stars (and forgetting what you were chastising him about in the first place).

on the ride back to his place, he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand in yours, fingers jumbled together and resting on your lap. stories and tidbits — some he'd told you about before, others completely new — spill out of him: the fact that some of the guys from club atlético had helped him make that terrible sign for you, the way he'd tripped over a dog at the beach four days ago because it was half-buried in the sand, how he'd bought you an overpriced bottle of coconut body wash because he'd seen an incessant commercial about it on television and had been stockholmed into thinking you desperately needed it.

in between words, he'd raise your tangled hands to his lips and brush a kiss against the back of yours.

you have to talk him out of carrying you out of the elevator because he keeps insisting it's the right way to introduce you to his apartment, but you do at least allow him to trap you in a backhug once you're both inside with your luggage, letting him waddle-walk you through a tour of the place. once you circle your way back to the living room, he mumbles into your hair — somewhat smugly — that he'd agreed to bring you to a team dinner tonight.

"everyone's been curious about my girl," he states, a twinge of arrogance padding his words. "so i have to show you off, obviously."

tooru leaves you to take the shower you so desperately need after such a long flight, though he hangs around in the bedroom, making space in his drawers for your things so you won't have to be living out of your suitcase for the next few weeks. he's still at it when you come out twenty minutes later, smelling of his shampoo and that expensive coconut body wash that admittedly made your skin feel extra soft. he turns to the sound of you padding out of the bathroom, halfway through a question about whether three whole drawers is enough for you for now, but he stops when he sees you standing in the middle of his bedroom, one hand clutching the short towel around your body.

and suddenly he just forgets about whatever it was he had been about to ask.

if the kiss at the airport had been deep and tender, this one is searing and fierce; he has your face cradled in his hands like he's worried you'll run away from him (as if you ever would, especially now that you're suddenly so weak in the knees). it's been years since you last kissed tooru properly, but you still remember, all too vividly, the last one he'd given you right before he'd entered immigration and security at haneda. this one is reminiscent of it in some way — eager and emotional, an embarrassing amount of tongue and teeth, like he's trying to tell you something with it. your brain's far too muddled to make heads or tails of it right now, and you're pretty sure you almost black out from breathlessness, because one second, you're standing at the foot of his bed, and the next, you're on it, the towel bunching up behind you as tooru cages you in with his arms.

"you smell amazing," he murmurs in between the kisses he leaves across your face; some of them, he uses to inhale the bright, warm coconut scent of your skin. "beach isn't too far from here. what do you say we take a dip?"

"we've got somewhere to be," you remind him with a laugh. "and i'd have to dig around for my swimsuit, anyway."

"who cares about the swimsuit?" his lips travel further down, latching onto your neck and nipping at your pulse point. "just wear anything. wear nothing, even. that'd be even better for me."

"what are you, some kind of animal?" you snort, though there's no heat in your words.

he only hums in response, finding a spot with a particularly strong scent — one that gives off a heady mix of the body wash and of you, that gentle vanilla that you've always carried with you.

for a little while, you let him have it — this moment in limbo where you're enveloped in him, and he's tasting you in soft kisses. but just when you think he's pulling back and regaining his senses, he tugs the towel open, letting out a low exhale as his eyes roam your body, completely bare to him.

"hey," you place a hand against his chest, and his gaze snaps up to you. "don't get carried away right now."

"i know, i know," he groans, and he says it like he's conceding, but his hands are telling a completely different story, smoothing down your sides and squeezing at your hips. "it's just that goddamn body wash, or whatever. it's laced with something."

"sure." your lips quirk upward, though the amusement quivers into something else when tooru's lips graze down between the valley of your breasts. "sex pollen body wash."

"you get me," he murmurs, and for a moment, he bares his teeth, letting the upper curve of them drag against your skin, catching briefly on your navel. "so i've got no choice, obviously."

"obviously," you agree, and even if you're supposed to be chastising him, you still let him maneuver you as he pleases. he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, and you leave the towel in favor of his softer, smoother sheets. you let him hook your legs over his broad shoulders, let him press featherlight kisses against the insides of your thighs. "five minutes, tooru."

"don't be cruel," he whines, nipping at your skin so suddenly that you jerk. "i haven't had you in years. i deserve at least ten."

"fine," you agree, partly because you've always been weak to his demands, but also largely because he's now directing his kisses to your folds, growing sloppier and more deliberate with each one.

"that's my girl."

he doesn't say anything more, opting instead to dive in with a seasoned kind of hunger. when kisses aren't enough anymore, his tongue joins in, fitting itself flat between your folds and dragging upwards to lap at your juices. it's ridiculously expert, the way he uses it to circle your clit, coaxing the nub into a slight swell to the tune of your breathy moans.

tooru eats you out like he's never had a better meal, like it's his sole purpose in life. his lips attach firmly to your clit, suckling at it with just the perfect amount of pressure that has your vision clouding. his hands are equally busy, squeezing at your plush thighs and digging into your hips so hard you're sure he's leaving prints.

your hands comb through his hair, messing up that effortlessly windswept do, and he moans low against your cunt when you tug, just a little, at his roots.

"when'd you get so good at eating pussy?" you ask breathlessly; he chuckles against your core.

"a guy can't watch porn to learn for his girlfriend's sake?"

"sounds like you actually have a lot of downtime, mister star setter."

"sure," he hums, letting his tongue skim down your slit and circle your entrance. "and i spend a lot of that downtime with my hand around my cock, thinking of you."

it's your turn to whine when he slips his tongue inside you, warm and wet and curving upward into your walls. it's been so long that even just that feels strangely big, but you can't bring yourself to mind it. tooru's always been naturally skilled, so it doesn't even take long for him to ease his tongue in with little resistance, helped along by just how ridiculously wet you are already. he moves it, slow and thorough, as if determined to taste every inch of your pussy with each stroke. you don't even realize it until later on, but at some point, your hips start grinding against his tongue, and he just lets you, simply happy enough to feel that friction against the wet muscle.

you almost complain when his tongue slips out, but he immediately replaces it with two fingers, a delicious stretch that has you keening at an embarrassing volume. as if to soothe you, his tongue flicks out against your clit again, teasing the bud with the tip of his tongue while his fingers plunge in, slick and making obscene sounds.

"hear that?" he whispers against your cunt, letting his teeth skim against your sensitive clit. you whimper, your hips jerking at the stab of pleasure that radiates. "so wet, so fucking needy for me. pussy's missed me too, huh? she knows no one else can make her feel half this good."

"tooru," you breathe out. "one more, please?"

"'course, baby. anything for you."

he complies instantly, slipping a third finger in and curling all his digits up against your walls. you cry out, that oddly pleasurable stretch dipping your mind into a haze.

"bet you've missed my fingers in you," he groans out, the strokes of his fingers getting rougher, more insistent as you tighten around them. "it's hard when i'm not with you, right? those tiny little hands of yours — i bet they can't reach as deep as i do."

his eyes lift to your face for confirmation, and you give it to him in a swift nod before you're tilting your head back, an unabashedly loud moan escaping you when his fingers press up against that soft, spongy spot you've never been able to reach on your own.

"there she is," he coos, sounding vaguely triumphant. "god, you sound so pretty. why've i never asked you to send me a video of you touching yourself, hmm? then again, i'd get jealous, seeing you get off without me. or try to, anyway."

"feels — feels so good," you mewl out; it isn't even in line with whatever conversation he's having with himself, but you feel compelled to tell him, if only to see him swell with pride.

"i know, baby; i know." he presses another soothing kiss to your clit, and you flutter around his fingers. "been so long since you've felt this good, right? that's why i'm going to make it up to you."

you groan as he slips his fingers out of you, your folds embarrassingly wet and sticky when he pats your pussy gently. he straightens up to shed his clothes, and his jogging pants catch on the curve of his already hard cock as he tugs them down.

tooru's always had an athletic build, with a toned, tight torso he'd been proud of since high school. but now he's filled out much more noticeably; it's even more evident now that you're looking at it without the barrier of a bad video call between the two of you. he's broader, with his muscles much more cut and defined. the looseness of a casual white tee obviously didn't do his body much justice, which is why you gawk when he pulls it off.

"you know i get even harder when you stare, right?" even with that, he's smirking down at you.

"i can't help it. you look..."

"dashing?" he supplies. "godly? ineffable?"

"hot," is what you blurt out. at least he knows you're honest.

"god, i love it when you objectify me," he chuckles, hands returning to your waist.

he drags you closer to the edge of the bed, palms skimming the sides of your thighs again. this time, he pushes them upward, folding you in half until your knees are squishing your tits, and he has another unobstructed view of your dripping cunt.

"between the two of us, though, i think i know who's hotter," he exhales, and his voice sounds strangely thrilled. "can't believe it's been six years since i've had you cum on my cock, but, hey, who's counting?"

"i definitely wasn't," you say, although you both know that's an obvious lie.

you like the sounds he makes when he strokes himself to full hardness, the guttural kind of groan that makes it sound like his sanity's barely holding on. yours isn't doing much better anyway, and that becomes obvious when your body jerks as you feel his tip graze your entrance.

"yeah, you're the picture of nonchalance," he snorts softly. "you won't mind if your poor, pussy-deprived boyfriend takes this opportunity to fuck you, will you?"

"if you must," you sigh, although you're both smiling too much to make the acting believable.

your body tenses naturally as he pushes in, and tooru has to press down on your already slightly burning thighs to keep you grounded and still. he takes his time easing himself into you, but you can tell he's already raring to go with the way his fingers press into your flesh. you breathe out a little when you feel him filling you up almost completely, but then squeak when you realize he's still pushing in.

"did you, uh..." you clear your throat, face growing a little flushed. "did you get... bigger?"

"god, i fucking hope so," he half-laughs out, but he's shaking his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "but you're just really tight, i think. can you take a little bit more for me?"

you let off a hazy mhm, and he soldiers on, spreading your legs slightly just to allow him a little more room. he lets out a sigh when he bottoms out, and you feel his forehead rest briefly on your calf.

"i swear, you have, like, a magic pussy," he mumbles out, and you want to smack him for saying something so unsexy. "there is no way it's normal for it to feel this fucking good."

"it'd feel even better if you moved," you say slyly, and he laughs.

"don't mind if i do."

you think he's trying to set a slow, easy pace, but after a few controlled thrusts, he gives up on that and starts pumping his hips a little more eagerly. you don't mind it; it's thorough and feels amazing, and with the angle he's thrusting in at, you can feel his tip brushing your spot deliciously with every stroke. tooru, vocal as he is, makes no move to hide how good he's feeling on his end, his groans filling the room and mixing with your softer, more delicate moans.

"i," he breathes out, a little strained. "am not going to last. you know that, right?"

"s'all good," you hum out, your words a little slurred. "neither am i."

that draws a particularly sharp thrust out of him, one you can feel in your gut, and you keen, gripping him tight with your gummy walls.

"last week, torres brought in his little girl," he suddenly says, and your brow furrows slightly at the random segue. "two months old. cute little thing. got me thinking..."

he spreads your legs a little more, allowing you access to his expression — a flushed kind of desperation that matches the fierce way he fucks into you.

"thinking what?" you breathe out, and he looks pleased that you asked.

"just how nice it'd be if that were me." he licks his lips; the way he bullies his cock into you is deeper now, sharper and more erratic. "just think about it — you and me, starting a life here, with a little girl of our own. or a baby boy. not picky, as long as it's you giving me one."

"are you saying all this because you want to cum in me?"

"you can read between the lines a little more," he chuckles breathlessly. "it's been hell without you. i want you to stay here with me. want you to see me after every practice, have dinner with me every night, then let me fuck my cum into you again and again until it finally takes. i'll take care of you — you and our kids. our kids — doesn't that sound nice?"

fuck, it does sound nice. completely crazy, considering you've been here all of one day and that you've hardly talked about a more serious future with him, but when you meet tooru's eyes, you can tell he's completely serious.

"well then," you say quietly, a small smile playing on your lips. "why don't you cum in me this time and see if it works?"

"ah, fuck," he groans out, hips stuttering. "no take backs. i'm not letting you go until i fuck a baby into you — understand?"

whatever reply you had for him gets drowned out by his lips on yours — a frenzied kiss that matches his increasingly sloppy thrusts. he drinks in your soft sobs as he releases into you, the warmth sealed in by his cock and pooling in your stomach. you can feel a little of it leak out when he shifts, pressing himself deeper in and kissing you a little more fiercely.

true to his word, tooru doesn't let you off with one round; by the time he's spent, rolling onto the empty side of the bed, you're sore and stuffed full, and the sun has already gone down.

you check your phone for the time, but you barely get to look at it before tooru drags you closer to him again, encasing you in a hug that has you pressed flush against his chest.

"we missed the dinner," you say after a soft pause filled with your mixed breathing.

"s'fine," he mumbles into your hair. "they were just going to tease me because you're out of my league."

"i doubt that," you say, pressing a smile into skin.

"totally true. they've been doing it since they saw that picture of you last christmas. not that they're wrong, by the way."

"you're crazy," you giggle, and he holds you a little tighter.

the sounds of the city slowly fade into quiet, and you pass that time against tooru; at some point, he twines your fingers together and starts playing with them.

"tooru," you suddenly say, softly enough that the reverie isn't shattered completely. "how's living here for you, really? is it still... i don't know. hard?"

"it's not the same as back home," he admits. "but it's fine. i like it here. the people are nice, and the volleyball's challenging. i'm liking it more and more each day. but..."

"but?" you press.

"i hate that you're not here with me. i know you are now, but it's already killing me that you'll have to go back, even if it's weeks from now. that's why," he props himself up on his elbow suddenly. "i want to show you everything that's good about this place. all the things you could do, the stuff you could try and even enjoy — we're going to do it all while you're here. that way..."

he brushes your hair away from your face with a solemn, serious expression, letting his hand trace the curve of your jaw and chin.

"that way, when i ask you next time to come live with me — really, honestly — you'll say yes."

you look at him for a long, slow moment, drinking in the determination in his gaze, the hard set of his jaw. reaching your hand up, you drag a finger up his brow, smoothening out the lines of worry there.

"leaving home would be really scary," you admit. "i'd have to look for a new job, and go through the whole process of finding a way to stay here long term. i'd have to leave my friends behind, and my family, and all the things that are familiar and comfortable to me."

the distress that threatens to overtake his gaze melts away when you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"but if it's for you, i'd do it, anyway."

his mouth curves up into a smile — not mischievous, not smug. a sweet smile, one colored with relief.

"that means you're going to have to give up your cool bachelor pad and live with too-firm tofu for the rest of your life, though," you joke lightly, but not even that breaks the softness in his face. he leans in, pressing a deep, firm kiss to your forehead.

"no complaints there, i promise."