Iwa goes the extra mile at practice to get some lovin from his irresistible gf

Requested by lanaxians

SPICE LEVEL: MILD SPICE

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Iwaizumi took a short breath before bending his knees slightly and waiting for Oikawa to serve the ball over the net during a serve-receive drill. His brown eyes drifted from his teammate over to where you sat over by the side of the court for a moment, diligently doing your homework and studying. He pursed his lips when he saw your attention was elsewhere and decided to refocus on the drill at hand. Moments after Oikawa tossed the ball into the air and sent it speeding over the net with disturbing accuracy, Iwaizumi passed it perfectly to where Matsukawa was standing, waiting to catch it.

"Nice pass, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa complimented him with a slightly strained smile.

"Thanks, but if you wanted an ace, you shouldn't have served to me, Shittykawa," was Iwaizumi's quick rebuttal. This earned him a roll of the eyes from his friend as they switched sides on the court.

Whatever conversation happening around Iwaizumi was drowned out by his attention returning to you. He hated that he was so easily distracted by you, even when you weren't doing a single thing. Everything about you from your soft, (h/c) hair to your beautiful (e/c) eyes and figure drove him wild and made keeping his urges to himself a challenge. You didn't seem to be having the same problem, however; and if you were, you were being very nonchalant about it. So much so that any desire you had to rip his clothes off was completely unexpected and unanticipated. He knew you could expect that from him any moment of the day, but he never knew if or when you were going to pounce on him. You were a sexy, little wildcard.

Many a time before, his attempts at showboating had gone unnoticed and, thus, unrewarded. Taking his shirt off while working out in full view of you had earned him a sultry look from you every now and then, but that was nothing compared to the way he envisioned you naked every time he saw your skirt reveal so much as a little extra thigh. While you tagged along to his volleyball practices, you were often preoccupied, unlike how you were at his volleyball games with your full attention on him. If he could just capture your eye and tease you until you couldn't take it anymore, he would be satisfied with this little game he wanted to play. He was prepared to go all out to get a reaction from you.

He watched you patiently as he moved forward through the serving line. You raised your gaze from your textbooks for a moment and rested your chin on your hand while making a face of confusion. Probably stuck on a (least favorite class) question, but now she's looking, Iwaizumi thought hopefully. Luckily for him, it was time for him to serve.

"Serve to me, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa called out and waved from the other side of the net.

"In your dreams," Iwaizumi grumbled in response before tossing the ball up into the air and hitting it with as much force as he could. Kindaichi happened to be the unfortunate soul on the receiving end, and he was nearly knocked back by the energy transfer when he tried to pass the ball but it ricocheted off of him to the back wall instead.

When he glanced over at his girlfriend once more to gauge her reaction, he saw you bite your lip ever so subtly and smile at him before returning to your work. That was one point for him so far. Now, he had to figure out how he was going to earn the rest.

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As practice progressed into different drills, Iwaizumi noticed you watching him more frequently. Sometimes, you would avert your gaze and act as if you hadn't been admiring him, while other times you would make eye contact with him and shoot him a smile. While he was starting to distract you more and more, he still wasn't getting the looks of lust he wanted. Whenever you were thinking inappropriate thoughts, your mouth would give it away. Licking or biting your lips was a sure sign to him that you were starting to get caught up in fantasies, but he'd only seen you do it once so far during his practice. He was determined, and Oikawa could tell.

"Iwa-chan, you're a lot more amped up than usual. Trying to impress (f/n)-chan?" he pried, his signature smirk spread across his mouth.

"So what if I am?" Iwaizumi mumbled in response.

"I'll set to you more during our scrimmage if that's the case. And, I'll keep my shirt on during the mile run after, how about that? Wouldn't want her looking at the wrong guy, after all."

A moment of silence passed as Iwaizumi glared at Oikawa. "Fine. But just know that (f/n)'s never had a crush on you, unlike every other girl at this school."

Oikawa gasped as his hand flew to his chest. "Is that true?! If so, then I'm hurt," he whined, eliciting an apathetic scoff from Iwaizumi.

Despite his upset over discovering you had never fancied him, Oikawa still aided his friend in winning over your attention by giving him a chance to shine more frequently than usual during their scrimmage at the end of practice. Iwaizumi hammered down every set fed to him by Oikawa, making you look up when you heard the sound of the ball hitting the floor with such power. Much to his content, you pushed some of your homework to the side and watched with intrigue.

When it came time for the mile run after practice, Iwaizumi was already drenched in sweat from playing ten times harder than usual during practice. Because of this, and to impress you, he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing his muscular upper body. You quickly took notice of this and admired him shamelessly as he took a sip of water and conversed with a few of his teammates. He noticed your gaze on him but acted like he didn't when he jogged past you with the rest of the team. His plan seemed to be working perfectly.

Upon returning from their mile run and having a long practice, the team was desperate to grab food. Seeing as everyone was going, Iwaizumi asked you if you wanted to join. With a bright smile, you said, "Sure! But I think I might've left one of my books in the library when I was there during the day studying, so I need to go and grab it."

"Ah, go ahead, (f/n)-chan! We'll wait for you to catch up," Oikawa offered.

You shook your head adamantly. "No, please don't. I don't want to keep everyone waiting. Go ahead without us and we'll meet you there!"

With a dramatic bow and sweep of the arm, Oikawa sang, "Whatever (f/n)-chan says goes, so we will see you and Iwa-chan, soon, then."

Iwaizumi offered to lock up the gym since the two of you would be the last to leave and went to the corner of the gym to retrieve his things. As the team headed out one door, you walked with your boyfriend towards the other.

"(F/n), where are we going? The library's the other way," he wondered, though he had his suspicions.

He quickly learned that his game had worked when you suddenly pulled him into the storage closet and shut the door behind both of you. "Take off my clothes," you requested, turning to regard him with eyes clouded over by lust, "but be careful. I'm running out of replacement buttons to sew onto this damn shirt."

You didn't have to ask him twice. You shrugged off your backpack and he practically threw his bag off his shoulders before taking your shirt in his hands. He set to work undressing you as you unzipped his jacket and worked on getting his shorts off. Your arms snaked around his sweaty neck as you began pressing passionate kisses against his lips.

"It's so funny how you think I don't notice what you're doing," you spoke breathily, interrupting a kiss, "I do."

"It doesn't always seem like it," he responded truthfully.

You placed your hand on the side of his face as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing your bare torso closer to his. "I'm always admiring you, Hajime. You always have my attention. I always want you. I just don't act on my desires as much as you do," you explained, slightly out of breath from the intensity of the moment.

"Why not?"

You smirked, moving your head beside his and pressing your lips against his ear, making him grunt with impatience. "Because you can't always get what you want, or else this would be no fun," you whispered.

Your boyfriend hummed in agreement and said, "I love you so much, (f/n)."

"I love you too, Hajime," you replied before he stole your breath away with more kisses. Desire tightened its grip on the two of you, and Iwaizumi hoisted you up against the wall as he set to satisfying your sudden craving for him.

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Hanamaki had just arrived at the front gates of the school with the team before realizing he was missing his wallet. Upon returning to the gym and finding the doors still unlocked, he wandered inside to search the laminated, wooden floor. He figured Iwaizumi was still somewhere inside, since the gym hadn't been locked yet and it was unlike him to forgo such an important responsibility. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard something that sounded like a broom clatter to the ground from inside the storage closet nearby.

He was going to go and check on the situation, but when he neared the door and heard loud moaning, he stopped in his tracks. His hand flew to his mouth to stifle laughs when he realized what he had almost walked in on, and he rushed to find his wallet before running out of the gym. Oikawa noticed the shit-eating grin on his face when he returned to the group.

"They're fucking, aren't they?" the captain guessed.

Hanamaki nodded and fished a few bills out of his wallet to hand to Oikawa. "Almost walking in on that was so funny I don't even care about losing this bet," he commented.

Laughter erupted from the team as they continued on their walk to grab something to eat. But they couldn't judge, seeing as most of them had done the same thing in other places around campus.