Kageyama Oneshots ✔

IwaKage - I'm That B*tch

The whole time Tobio was adjusting his clothes, either pulling down his skirt, rearranging his necklaces, or tripping over his boots. Iwa tried his best to be supportive and by the time they were leaving he was practically holding Tobio up by the waist.

The moment they got in the car Tobio screamed- loudly- and didn't stop complaining until they got home. It was funny but Hajime knew his boyfriend had it tough, so told him to relax whilst he started dinner. 

As he chopped up some vegetables, his mind couldn't help but wonder back to how damn hot Tobio looked in those clothes: the fishnets revealing his smooth, bare thighs; the chunky belt revealing his tiny waist, and his thigh highs that made him look too cute.

Then his mind wandered to promiscuous thoughts of Tobio sitting on his lap, thighs all teasingly exposed and neck wrapped in a choker just begging to be pulled. The way his hands would sneak under the mini skirt and slowly get closer and closer, all the while sucking dark hickies onto his boyfriend's exposes collarbones and-

"Stop it Hajime." he warned himself, and solely focused on making dinner.

A while later he heard footsteps coming down the stairs then arms wrapped around his waist. Tobio hid his face in Iwa's shoulder and placed soft kisses every so often, otherwise content in watching his boyfriend cook dinner. Iwa could fell the closeness of Tobio's body pressed right against his, and couldn't help himself but ask:

"Hey Tobio?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Could you..."

"Go on." encouraged Tobio, trying to hide his smirk as he knew exactly what Iwa was going to ask him to do.

"Could you put on that skirt again?"

"Hmm... why?"

"Because."

"That's not a reason Iwa."

"Tobi." whined Iwa. "Please? You looked so damn cute."

"Fine fine. I will suffer some more." Tobio teased before heading back upstairs.

Tobio looked through some of the other clothes he brought before deciding on a black skirt that just covered his you know where. When he turned around to look in the mirror he could see just where his thighs began to curve, and grinned knowing Iwa was such a simp for him. He paired it with a white crop top before heading back down the stairs.

A delicious smell of fresh food greeted him as he walked over to the dining table and saw what he deemed a mini feast.

"Why so much food Iwa?"

"I'm in a good mood." Iwa replied with a small smile, one that dropped off his face the moment he looked up at Tobio.

"Like what you see?" teased the younger male before he sat down and immediately began to stuff his face. "This won't fit once I'm done eating."

"Y-yeah."

Laughing at his boyfriend's stammer he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat, complimenting the food so much that Iwa turned redder than what he thought possible.

"Oh my god." Tobio moaned. "You really need to cook this more often."

"Mhm." Iwa agreed, clenching one fist on his lap to restrain himself from picking Tobio up and carrying him upstairs. 

Luckily they both ate pretty quickly, and since his boyfriend cooked, Tobio decided to wash the dishes. Once the bowl was full with soapy water he began to scrub at the plates and utensils, making sure they were squeaky clean before rinsing them off. When rinsing off one plate, he felt a presence come up behind him, two strong arms wrapped around his exposed mid-rift.

"Coming to help?" joked Tobio.

"No, rather to admire."

"Wow, Iwa, real smooth."

"Stop teasing me Kags." Iwa mumbled as he tightened his hold on Tobio, pressing right up against his back. 

Tobio just shook his head and continued to wash the dishes, slowly noticing how Iwa's arms slid further down ever so discretely until the were just below his hips. Then, taking his sweet time, the older male began to press long, slow kisses up and down Tobio's neck; he licked, sucked and nibbled at the exposed skin. Tobio was trying to contain his blush, wanting to remain unbothered.

And he was successful until one of Hajime's hands slipped under his skirt, brushing up his thigh to play with his-

"Are you wearing panties?" Iwa asked as he paused from marking a deep hickey on Tobio's neck.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself." 

"You're right there." Iwa agreed as he slipped under the underwear to trace his fingers lightly over Tobio's hip, resuming his work on his boyfriend's neck.

"I think you've got a little kink Hajime. Look at you, getting all worked up." mocked the younger even though he was just as worked up.

"I can't help myself when you look so hot. I should thank Tooru for the idea."

"Die."

Iwa laughed and continued to arouse Tobio as he finished the dishes. Once or twice he had to stop in his actions otherwise he would have dropped a dish onto the floor, and that would totally kill the mood. Yet he did try to wash them just a little faster. He knew they were both very impatient people.

As soon as the last dish was in the drying rack, Tobio turned around to be immediately greeted by Iwa's lips on his. It was slow but intense, and he pulled his boyfriend closer until he was leaning on the side. Iwa grinned and deepened the kiss before lifting Tobio up by his thighs and carrying him out the kitchen.

"Hey, I need to dry my hands!" Tobio exclaimed before looking with amusement at the glint in Iwa's eyes.

"You can do that later."

"Yeah, when it's too freaking late."

"Details. Now give me kisses."

Tobio obliged and went back to kissing Hajime, who took one hand off of his thighs to open their bedroom door. He hummed into the kiss when Tobio pushed them closer together by tightening the grip of his thighs around Iwa's waist. 

Yeah, this was gonna be a long night.....