H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.
His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.
She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.
And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.
“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”
The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.
“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.
“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.
“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.
“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.