Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader :Heat: SPECIAL (2/12)

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Poor (Y/N).

He’d only been gone a couple of minutes and he returns to this red-faced, very burned mess of a girlfriend. Searching through the bag for the tube of sunscreen and finally breaking it free from its plastic captor, he hands it over to the girl.

He almost laughs when she becomes even more irritated not receiving the relief she’d been promised. Still red-faced and shiny from the ointment, she points to the bag.

“What’s that?”

Handing the bag over to his very uncomfortable lover and seeing her face go from irritated to elated, he feels a smile brush over his face. Pulling one of the frozen treats from the bag for himself he rips open the package and starts chewing away at it.

Cherry.

Kinda reminds him of what his lips taste like after he kisses her.

She swears up and down that no applications have been placed upon her lips. No lipstick, no lip balm, nothing. He’s amazed that she gets to keep such a natural taste in her mouth.

Glancing over to his side and returning to his previous action, he has to take a second look.
No.
He doesn’t have to at all.
He’d never thought of himself as a pervert, he didn’t want to be one either. But is it really wrong if it’s your girlfriend? The way she was sucking and slurping.

It was such an erotic act.

Being in a state of shock and arousal was the probably the most confusing thing he’d ever experienced. Why was this so appealing to him? He’s sure he’d seen someone eating an ice pop before, he’s even had a girl try to seduce him with one in his previous years.
And let’s just say it was absolutely revolting.

But the way (Y/N) was moving, he would drop his pants right now if he weren’t in public.

Crossing one leg over the other continuing his stare-fest, the girl seemed to take notice of his twisted face. Stopping her ‘act’ and giving her viewer a look of confusion, unfortunately receiving no response from her big-armed angry man. She only bit at the pop, no longer sucking at the frozen delicacy much to the ace’s displeasure.

For she’d never know that the sun’s heat wasn’t the cause of his uncomfortable face and ‘angry’ cross-legged posture.

But he will make sure she’ll take care of his ‘issue’