Iwaizumi stirs awake, his arms instinctively reach for you, but all he feels is an empty space in his sheets. He sighs. Confined in the library. Again.

Now that you’re both UCI alumni, you were slammed with grad school applications. You torture yourself like this everyday, never taking at least one day to rest. And as proud of you as he is, he couldn’t stand to watch you pull another all-nighter.

That’s it. One minute you’re in the library, and the next you’re being hauled over his shoulder. Almost wound up dragging you kicking and screaming, you’re already in his car on the way to the beach.

“Much better.” He muses as the two of watch the sea, lost in the rhythmic percussion of waves on sand. You’re perched in his lap, sitting on the hood of his car with his chest pressed against your back as he pulls you closer to him. “No worries tonight, just let me take care of my girl.”

But you had other plans. The way your soft curves press into the hard planes of muscle behind you, has him choking out a grunt. Whether it was intentional or not, he didn’t realize how much of a beast on edge he was until you anchor yourself closer.

His eyes flutter and roll back with the rhythm of your subtle grind, his groans barely muffled by your hair. He knew what you were playing at, and rightfully so. You were buried more in your books than he was between your thighs. He’s a patient and firm man—a good man and an even better boyfriend. But damn, he missed you.

It wasn’t your fault. The overwhelming need for you was stronger than his reason. Sliding you further into his lap, he shifts his hips beneath you. His hands around your waist start to explore with slow and subtle caresses, thumb swiping the hem of your shirt and tracing idly over your skin.

“Mm…looks like someone missed me.” He purrs. His lips skim over your ear, face nuzzling closer into your hair. Breathing you in as your scent teases him, engulfing his senses. “Being away from you was driving me insane. I missed holding you, {{user}}. So damn bad.”