Haikyuu - Second Best Choice (Iwaizumi x Female Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Could Say It

Y/N's POV

"Is everything okay?" I ask and stand up. He leans backwards on his arms- his palms resting on the bench, and looks up at me, smiling. For a moment, I forget everything about the conversation. I'm too focused on staring at him. From the sweat that drips from his forehead, to the devilish smirk on his mouth, and wet torso that moves up and down from exhaust.

"Game is starting in fifteen minutes," His laugh echoes in my ears before his sentence makes any sense.

"Oh, shit!" My eyes widen in surprise, "What's so funny?" I give his bare leg a playful smack,

He doesn't answer, instead he only eyes the wet splotch on his pants- my doing -as well as the condom as it begins to drip and the erection to go down.

"I gotta shower," He stands up, fixes his pants, and walks towards the hallway at the other end. He takes a right turn and disappears behind the wall, however, I perfectly hear his voice, "You coming?!"

I don't answer. Despite knowing I shouldn't, I walk towards the sound of the opening faucet and splash of water. At the other end of the wall, Hajime stands on the corner looking up at the ceiling, letting the water slide from his face to the rest of his body.

Next to me, on the ground, there is a pile of clothes- his clothes. I wonder where he threw the condom. Has he done this before?

I shake my head as soon as the thought evades my mind. So what if he has? I've had sex on a rollercoaster, beach, restroom stalls, the motherfucking park. All with different people, none of which I'm proud of.

Now I can add a locker room to the list, this one without feeling ashamed.

I remove what's left of my clothes- only Kentaro's jersey and my socks -and let it fall above his pile.

Hajime doesn't see me, but I'm sure he hears the taping my feet make against the wet floor. He smiles without looking at me and just extends his arms. I grab his hands and he guides me to the water.

"Did you bring soap?" I ask the question just to make conversation.

"Nah, but Oikawa won't mind," He says as he picks up one of the five bottles on the ground. The brand name one I don't know but probably cost more than any soap bottle should. Hajime reads the label then smiles, "For long-soft-luscious hair." Then lets a huge blob of it fall on his hand, lathers it before massaging my head.

"Mmm..." I close my eyes and let him wash me. His nails barely even scratch my head.

With the remaining of the soap, he glides his hands down my shoulder and into the curves of my body.

"You gotta be clean," He says as he reaches the lower half of my body. The roughness of his fingers are delicate against my skin, barely even scrubbing and just an excuse to touch me, "You are beautiful..."

His words make my whole body tingle, and the thought of kissing him consumes my head. So I peck his lips lightly but he pushes forward making it be a proper one. His tongue slides inside, licks my teeth before pushing itself inwards and intertwining with my own. I feel a gentle squeeze on my ass making me yelp.

When he reaches above my pussy, I have to force myself to take a step back.

"You're going to be late," I say once I'm arms length away from him, "Come on..."

I turn around and walk away as I wrap my hair on my arm and squeeze the water out. The loudness of the water hitting the ground seems to echo forever. Maybe just as much as Hajime's next words: "I could say it now."

And although he doesn't say, I pretend he does. Pretend that what actually exits his mouth was an l word. Even if it's a fake scenario in my head, my cheeks turn a bright shade of red and burn as if I were the one playing on the court outside of this room.