Oikawa + Blushing (pls and ty ❤️)
words: 1.1k
characters: oikawa tooru
warnings: nada
a/n: i’m trying to keep these under 1k but leave it to oikawa to have me go overboard 😒
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soft morning sunlight filtered in through the window, filling the room with an almost ethereal glow. strong, muscled arms held your form close, puffy cheeks from just waking up being squished into firm pecs.
you were a fool to think that you would spend a rare day off not being practically glued to oikawa’s body. somehow, you both had a day where practice wasn’t mandatory and work was gracious enough to give you a day or two to breathe.
peeling open your eyes softly, you lazily pulled your head from his warm chest, locking eyes with a glowing pair of chocolate. the edges of his eyes crinkled slightly from the smile on his lips, and oikawa tooru has never looked more gorgeous than now, bathed in the soft argentina morning sunlight.
it filtered through his hair and lit up the chestnut locks to a dizzying array of hues, the beams streaking across his cheeks and straight into his right eye. the brown orb looked almost amber, a startling contrast from the richer cocoa of its twin hidden from the rays.
a soft “good morning” rumbles past slightly chapped lips, dry from him breathing through his mouth while he slept. the raspiness of his morning voice sent an indetectable shiver down your spine, and you lightly hum in response, droopy eyes crinkling in content at him.
tooru’s gaze takes in your morning form, drinking in your soft cheeks and mussed hair with greedy eyes. normally, were you more awake, the intensity of his gaze on you would’ve made your skin tingle and a familiar heat would spread across your face; making you blush and fluster over his gaze and words is something that tooru is prideful of.
but sometimes, if the stars are aligned just correctly, you find yourself in a position to finally turn the tables on the charming bastard. the warm giddiness that floods through your system whenever that rare sight of crimson taking over his features is a feeling like no other.
and it seems that the gods have decided to answer your unconscious prayers because the rare opportunity has presented itself to you once more.
love filled eyes watched as you silently trailed your hand down his chest and underneath the blankets, brows quirking in amused curiosity as your warm fingers found his underneath the fabric.
grasping his larger hand, you gently tug it up until it breaches the safety of the covers. nothing can prepare tooru as he watches you bring his hand up to cup your face tenderly, plump lips curling into a small smile as you close your eyes and nuzzle into his calloused palm.
you know how well he takes care of his hands, how they are his strongest asset and key piece to his extraordinary talent and skill. quite honestly, it’s one of your favorite parts of his body, but sometimes you feel as if you don’t let him know just how much you truly adore them.
they’re a pretty sight to behold; the way his long and dexterous digits, strong and powerful from years of playing, gently caress your skin or hold your hand tightly in its grasp steals your breath away.
with wide palms with attractive veins and sturdy knuckles, the way you can see his tendons and muscles flex as he moves them should be downright illegal, and you just can’t get over how his hands are powerful, gorgeous, versatile, yours.
so you decide to physically show him whenever your words fail you, as they often do whenever you’re in his presence. humming softly to yourself, you nuzzle further into his palm, relishing in the unique feeling of his callouses against your soft cheeks.
your hand that had dragged his up in the first place is resting against his as well, and tooru can’t tear his eyes away from the sight, your smaller hand looking so adorable gently pressed up against his.
with your eyes still closed and a sleepy smile on your lips, you finally respond to his good morning belatedly. “good morning love,” you rasp softly, and you can hear the way his breath lightly hitches at your words.
“i don’t think i tell you this enough, but i love your hands.” you muse softly, eyes still shut. it took everything in your power to not start smirking now. this was gonna be a good one.
“especially when they hold me so softly because i’m yours.” a startled choking noise emanates from the man across from you and you smirk, already knowing what scene is lying ahead of you.
when you open your eyes, they crinkle in triumph as they take in the rare but loved image of a flustered oikawa tooru.
sun kissed porcelain skin is positively on fire, the crimson spreading from the tips of his ears to the top of his chest. chocolate eyes are wide in embarrassment but you can see the adoration swimming in them as well.
cute pink lips are parted and coupled with the way his eyebrows scrunch cutely together, his face is the perfect embodiment of raw love and embarrassment. you softly snort when his pout deepens when you turn your head to press a gentle kiss to his palm.
even after all these years, he still doesn’t know how to take a genuine compliment. before you have a chance to tease him, a startled gasp escapes you as his hand is suddenly pulled away. those same hands you were just praising grab you and pull you flush to his chest while he begins to whine.
“baaaaabe~! you can’t just say stuff like that first thing in the morning!” he whined as he begins rolling back and forth with you in the bed, smiling softly into your hair at your shrieks of laughter and giggles get muffled in his chest, legs effectively tangled in the sheets now.
“don’t be mad that i’m just saying the truth!” comes your indignant reply. tooru finally stops his impression of a crocodile’s death roll, and now here you lay on his chest, cheek still pressed firmly to his pecs as you both lay there and try to regain your breath from the sudden exercise and giggling.
giggles are still slipping past your lips as you raise your head and prop your chin on him, gazing lovingly into his eyes. tooru returns it with just as much passion, cheeks still tinged pink from earlier. you decide to finally break the staring contest by leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, melting into everything that is him.
he pulls away first, laughing lightly at the way you softly chase after him, not wanting to part so soon. now it’s his turn to grin at you, reveling in the familiar but still loved heat that scrawls across your flesh when he murmurs out “i love you.”
you're about to whine in a similar fashion like earlier, but when he brings his left hand up to cup your face again, you catch the glint of sunlight off the gold band on his ring finger. you can’t find it in yourself to break this trance that has settled over you.
so you relax and let him hold you, basking in one another’s company in the golden light.