Cuddles with Iwaizumi and Oikawa?
Yet again, Iwaizumi presses a kiss to your forehead in the midst of silence. You want to ask what spurred his open need for affection, but the softness of his lips paired with the way his eyes glimmer in adoration when he looks at you, makes your words jumble and catch at the back of your throat.
“Sorry, have am I acting weird?” He asks, lips parting slightly. Your eyes flicker to his mouth as you realise a little too late that he’s gauging your response.
“A little, but I’m not complaining.” It’s hard to fight the grin tugging at your lips, and the smirk that comes to his as he catches you staring. “It’s been a while.”
His arms tighten around your waist in agreement, tugging you closer against his body. He basks in the warmth of your body and the post-exam bliss even more than you do, but you’re sure it’s because nobody will be trying to solicit him as a tutor for at least a few months.
“Can you stay the night?” You ask, although your words are muffled against his collarbone. If he had an ounce of hesitation in him, it would have melted from the softness in your voice.
“Sure, you’ve still got some of my things, right?”
“Of course!” You grin, reminding Iwaizumi just why he’ll give in to you every time.
“I take that practice went well?” You ask while Oikawa’s arm is sliding around your waist, pulling you closer to lean against his side and sink into the plush mattress with him.
“What makes you say that?” He asks, absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into your waist.
You yawn as you rest your head against his shoulder. “You finished on time for once. For a second I thought you’d gotten hurt again.”
He laughs, but it starts to sound strained, over the teasing lilt you’ve grown so used to. “I’m always making you worry about me too much.” He sighs, knowing it’s nothing new. He shifts, to pull you against him and rest a hand over the small of your back.
“Someone has to.” He stiffens, but when he sees that you’re still wearing a tired smile, he relaxes again. He’s still not sure why, but there’s something about ending a tiring day with you that makes him forget whatever had him worked up in the first place.
His brown eyes gleam in a mischievous glint, warm with the same softness you fell for. You only notice the hand settling at the back of your head once Oikawa is bringing his lips to yours, kissing softly and slow, singing his praises in ways words can’t.
“I take that practice went well?” You ask while Oikawa’s arm is sliding around your waist, pulling you closer to lean against his side and sink into the plush mattress with him.
“What makes you say that?” He asks, absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into your waist.
You yawn as you rest your head against his shoulder. “You finished on time for once. For a second I thought you’d gotten hurt again.”
He laughs, but it starts to sound strained, over the teasing lilt you’ve grown so used to. “I’m always making you worry about me too much.” He sighs, knowing it’s nothing new. He shifts, to pull you against him and rest a hand over the small of your back.
“Someone has to.” He stiffens, but when he sees that you’re still wearing a tired smile, he relaxes again. He’s still not sure why, but there’s something about ending a tiring day with you that makes him forget whatever had him worked up in the first place.
His brown eyes gleam in a mischievous glint, warm with the same softness you fell for. You only notice the hand settling at the back of your head once Oikawa is bringing his lips to yours, kissing softly and slow, singing his praises in ways words can’t.
But he can’t keep his mouth shut when he catches your dazes expression as he pulls away. “___-chan, you’re so adorable!”
