Fyodor Lover

It was a typical Friday night, you and your two friends were getting dolled up in your apartment to head to a party. A frat party to be exact, one that was being hosted by Oikawa’s fraternity. It had become a common place for you to attend, seeing as you two were now officially together. You had met him through your best friend, who happened to be Iwaizumi’s girlfriend. You met freshman year when you roomed together and now 2 years later you’re still close as ever. Even joking from time to time about switching boyfriends for a night just to see what it would be like.

Little did you know, your boyfriends were ‘joking’ about the same thing and unlike you both, they were serious. They wanted to see if you both would willingly go with the other's boyfriend, but they didn’t have the heart to openly ask you. Instead they decided to try it at a party when everyone would be drinking. They decided to make the jungle juice stronger than normal, not like you would notice at all. All it would take is a few drinks to lower both of your standards.

Arriving at the party an hour early, you were greeted by your boyfriend. Bringing him into a hug and kiss before going to put your bag in his room. You always stayed the night when you partied with them, mainly because Oikawa never let you out of his sight or grip at parties. Keeping a hand on you at all times, mainly around your waist or his hand tucked into your back pocket. He was possessive, but not overly so, he just didn’t want anyone touching his girl. Although you never realized that he would let his own best friend be an exception until later that night.

Music boomed through the house, and people had just begun to arrive. Your other roommate ended up coming a bit later, since Yaku had texted her to bring more alcohol. You knew when she arrived would be the only time you’d be able to talk to her alone and actually hold a conversation. Yaku and her always ended up sitting somewhere watching the party unfold, before they felt like putting on a show of some kind before disappearing for the night. When you walked back to the homemade ‘bar’ that was in front of the entrance to the kitchen, you saw the boys putting in the last of the mixers for the jungle juice. Empty bottles sat in a bag beside them, opting to keep it as clean as possible so they had less to clean the next day.

“Babe, you want the first drink before others start crowding around?” Oikawa flashed you a smile before grabbing you a cup to pour you a drink. You and Iwa’s girlfriend always got the first drinks, courtesy of your boyfriends wanting you to try it out since they made it differently every time.

“Well duh, I need to see what it will taste like this time.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips before going to take a drink. It was good, and it was hard to even tell there was alcohol contained within due to the fruit flavors and the lemonade they mixed in. Going for a second drink, you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss to let him taste it himself, to which he happily accepted the kiss and whatever bit of the drink you gave him. 

“Get a room you two lovebirds.” Iwa and his girlfriend both faking disgust at your kiss, before having a kiss of their own. 

Once people began to arrive, Iwa and Oikawa had decided to give the job of pouring drinks to newer members of the frat. Wanting to drag their girlfriends out to dance before they put their plan in action. The music was composed of songs you knew, but could not give the name of, instead just letting your body move to the rhythm and the beat while dancing with your boyfriend.

You both had danced for about thirty minutes before Oikawa had gotten you both another drink, pulling you to sit down beside him, his arm automatically wrapping to rest around your waist. It was nice to take a break, especially since you started to feel the alcohol once you sat down. A light buzz forming as you leaned against his chest. When you were on your third drink was when they would separate you both and begin their journey into getting the other’s girlfriend into their bed. 

Across the room you saw your third roommate and Yaku sharing everclear. She was never a fan of jungle juice and the pair preferred to bring their own drinks. Everclear mixed with lemonade or some other mixer, that’s what she told you they always drank. The harder alcohol hitting them a lot quicker than whatever you had been drinking. 

When you got up to get your third drink, Oikawa had placed a hard slap to your ass, almost causing you to drop your cup. Looking back and giving him a slight glare and pout, he laughed and pulled you into a short kiss before telling you to enjoy the night and have fun.

When you had come back from getting your drink, you noticed he had slipped away, and your best friend was gone as well. Iwaizumi was the only one you saw from your small group of friends. It was unusual for Oikawa to not wait for you, but also sometimes he would get pulled away by other friends from time to time.

“Hajime, where did Tooru go?” The pout on your face evident you wanted to be with him all night after being busy the whole week.

“I think he got dragged off, same with Elise too. Am I not cool enough to hang out with?” He raised an eyebrow as he took a drink, waiting on your answer. The two of you never hung out alone, but it wasn’t like you were strangers.

“No you are! I just missed Tooru is all.” You sighed and took a drink, before falling into a casual conversation with Iwaizumi. Taking a seat on the couch you and Oikawa had occupied not even 10 minutes ago. 

It was a shock to others in the frat that Oikawa had landed someone like you. You were decently well known on campus, mainly because you were kind and helpful. Constantly studying and keeping high grades, even going out of your way to help tutor others. It amazed Iwaizumi that you somehow fell for his best friend. Although anyone who saw the way you both looked at each other knew how in love you both were, and it was no shocker that you quickly got together. 

For your birthday, Oikawa had gotten you a necklace that had ‘Tooru’ written on it. It was small and dainty, but you wore it like it was permanently attached to your body. It made Iwa a bit jealous since his girlfriend expressed how she wasn’t a big fan of wearing necklaces. He had decided that if he kept anything on you tonight, it would be that necklace you were so proud of. 

As you talked, you finished your third drink, and had gotten up to get another. Iwa went with you to refill his as well, and noticed that some of the other members had set up beer pong in another room. 

“Oi, y/n, wanna play some pong? See if you can keep up and make a few.” The tone in his voice presented a challenge to you, and he knew you never backed down from challenges. He had witnessed more than once the competitions that you and his best friend would get into. From how fast someone could eat or drink something, to dance competitions, you two were truly made for one another. He knew in another part of the house that Oikawa was making moves on his sweet girlfriend, and somehow that excited him a bit more than intended.

“You think I can’t make any cups? Or are you scared I’ll make more than you Hajime?” Your tone went from it’s typical sweet and honey to something closer to venom and cut glass. The look in your eyes telling him that this would be to see who could sink more cups for your team.

As you waited for the current game to finish, you could tell that Iwa was sticking close to you. He knew how Oikawa didn’t want others to try and hit on you, so in your mind it was him honoring your relationship with his best friend. Him leaning his arm on the wall behind you didn’t set off any alarms, and your brain was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol the more you drank.

Once the game finished, Iwa spoke up how it would be you two versus whoever wanted to play. The winners of the previous game stepped up to the other end, wanting to see how you both played. It wasn’t that you had never played beer pong before, but typically you ended up just watching instead. Although you knew the rules that they played by. It wasn’t that getting the bitch cup first came with consequences, but you got ridiculed for the rest of the game by not only your teammate, but the other team and crowd as well.

Once it was decided who would go first, Iwa nudged you and handed you the ball. “Ladies first, just don’t put it in the bitch cup doll.” You could feel the sarcasm drip from his words, he wanted to see if you would make it in the center cup first. He stepped to the side to let you throw, and to his amazement, you didn’t get the bitch cup, but the one to the left. “Looks like our little honor student has an arm.”

He took your place and landed a cup in the back row. Somehow you both made a good team. Managing to get the bitch cup in the second round of throws. As you went on, you realized you finished your drink. Another brother from the frat offered to get you a new drink since you were busy with your game. Thanking him as you took the drink and took a sip before turning back to your game. Your team had one more cup to sink while the other team had three left.

It didn’t take long for you and Iwaizumi to both sink the last cup, a cheer coming from you both before moving away from the room and giving thanks for the game. The alcohol was making your vision start to blur a bit, causing you to try and find something to steady yourself on. Iwa’s arm wrapped around your waist to steady yourself against him.

“You good doll?” He raised an eyebrow and feigned concern. Of course you weren’t alright, you were four and a half drinks in and just played a game of beer pong. At this point you wanted to either sit down or lay down. 

The grip Iwa had on your waist was firm, ensuring that you weren’t going anywhere if he was beside you. “Yeah, ‘m good, just need to sit down is all.” you gave a soft smile up at him before looking towards an empty couch. Following your gaze, Iwa started to move you both towards it, holding you against the front of him so he didn’t lose track of you nor have you fall over. Pulling you down beside him as he sat down, his arm still securely around you.

“Just need a break to let your body catch up?”

“Yeah… I think I drank a bit too quickly so I just need to sit down for about ten minutes.”

“Whatever works for you doll.”

You sat in a semi comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes, the noise from the party ringing in your ears as you slowly drank your fifth drink. Eventually the music changed to one of your favorite songs, and you wanted to go dance, but that meant convincing Iwa to loosen his grip on you.

“Hajime… I wanna go dance, come join me.” You turned to him with a pout, before you felt him loosen his grip and wait for you to start getting up. You both finished your drinks by this point, but even though he drank just as much, you were much more intoxicated than he was. 

As you made your way to the makeshift dance floor, you kept Iwa’s hand in yours. If your boyfriend wasn’t there with you, then at least you had Iwa to hang out with. Once you got to your destination, you turned your head to smile up at him before you began to dance, not realizing his eyes were scanning down your body as you danced. 

Because you had drank so much, you almost forgot it was Iwa you were dancing with as he placed his hands on your waist to help steady you. Your brain couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, instead you were incoherently singing the lyrics to whatever was playing. All while Iwa’s hands ever so slowly moved down from your waist to your hips, gently pulling you against him so you were now grinding on him. 

“Hajime… should I really be so… close to you?” The words finally came out as you both continued dancing into the next son, his hands keeping a steady hold on you.

He took the time to lean down to bring his mouth next to your ear. “I did promise Tooru that I’d take care of you, can’t let some random stranger get so close to you.” As he finished, he brought one hand up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Now, you’ll be good so I don’t get in trouble with him, right doll?” 

A weak nod was all you could do, if Oikawa had asked Iwa to do this, then it must be okay. Plus, part of you was hoping that your boyfriend didn’t find you the rest of the night. Deep down you and your best friend did want to possibly trade partners for the night, and maybe this was your chance. 

“You really are a good girl hmm?” Iwa placed a soft kiss to your cheek before his hand moved from your cheek to gently rest on your throat. Feeling arousal beginning to form in the lower half of your body. Not even Oikawa ever wrapped his hands around your throat, saying it wasn’t right for his ‘princess’, while Iwa casually did it like it was normal. “Now let me take good care of you for Tooru.”

Those were the last words he spoke before awaiting your answer, to which you gave a whiny ‘yes’. That was all he needed before he took his hand off your throat and started to direct you towards Oikawa’s room, since he knew that his was more than likely in use by his best friend. 

He closed the door behind him, letting you stumble towards the bed before sitting and turning to him. “Isn’t this… Tooru’s room?” Your voice was quiet, but loud enough that Iwa raised an eyebrow your way. 

“It is, but mine is a little occupied at the moment.” He ended up walking over calmly, his presence in the room becoming overwhelming. He was entirely in control and you were fine with it. It felt calming at the same time, letting you fall slowly into a relaxed mindset as he stopped in front of you. “I’ll continue if you want, I’m sure Tooru wouldn’t want his princess to end her night needy.”

A whine escaped your throat as you nodded, wrapping your hand around his wrist to bring him closer to you. Once he was close enough, your arm moved behind his head to crash his lips into yours. This should have felt wrong, but instead it felt right. Was your boyfriend with your best friend? Did your slight wish come true?

From there it didn’t take Iwa long before one of his hands landed on your hip while the other gripped the back of your head, a fistful of your hair in his hand. He made an experimental tug to see how you would react, and was satisfied by the whine you made against his mouth. You could feel his smirk as he continued kissing you, making another tug on your hair so he could gain access to your mouth. Slipping his tongue in before pulling you down to lay on the bed. His other hand was free to settle on your hip while the hand that held your hair remained where it was, keeping you pressed against his lips.

As his hand slipped under your shirt, you felt a shiver up your spine. His hand was cool against your skin, and as he slowly traced patterns up your side, a soft moan escaped. Pulling away briefly, Iwa’s eyes looked blown out with lust, catching his breath. “Does Tooru’s princess like their hair pulled? Hmm? Does he even know this?”

“N-no, he doesn’t…” your face felt hot. Tooru never thought to treat you like this, to him you were his princess. He treated you like glass. That doesn’t mean he had never been rough with other women, but he never was with you. The way Iwa had treated you in such a short time had your head spinning. “But… please don’t stop Hajime…”

“Do you want me to be rough with you? Leave all kinds of marks for Tooru to find?” He left soft kisses along your jaw, his voice low and demanding. Even if there was no threat made, the idea of leaving his questions unanswered was not an answer with this tone.

“Yes please… Be rough and mark me up.” It came out breathless as his hand continued to trail up your side before reaching your bra. “Want Tooru to see what I like.”

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” His hand moved to your back, looking for the clasp of your bra. “Imagine if he heard his princess asking for his best friend to be rough.” It took a few tries since you were both intoxicated, but eventually your bra came undone.

Leaving open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, Iwaizumi started to slowly lift your shirt up, his hand letting go of the hold he had on your hair. You lifted yourself just enough to help him lift your shirt over your head, and slid your bra off before bringing him back into a deep kiss. You felt one of his hands move to grope your now exposed breast as you whined in his mouth. Rolling a nipple between two of his fingers. 

“H-hajime… please.” You pulled away for breath, your words coming out breathless. A soft moan escaping your mouth.

You knew this was technically wrong, begging your boyfriends best friend to fuck you and be rough with you. That thought left your mind once you felt Iwa’s lips against your neck, and while you might regret it the next morning, maybe this would get Tooru to stop treating you like you were glass.