# mint. they/ she. 21. intp . eng lit .

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contains: smut, oral (fem! receiving)

iwaizumi eats you out to relieve his stress.

when he draws back, dark eyes glinting like tourmaline, like glass smoothed by the sea— he is smiling, softly, gentle at the edges. you bring a hand to rest against his jaw, and he preens into your touch. “i love you,” you say, and you mean it so much it makes your heart ache with the weight of it, “so much.”

ft: kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, yamaguchi

KUROO— he never truly asks for your attention. rather, he presses his nose underneath your jaw as you’re both snoozing on the couch together, the tv rolling in the background. he’s gently grazing his lips on the centre of your neck where you like to be kissed most. it’s a gentle surge of affection from him, and it doesn’t mean anything other than he wants you to know he’s missing your touch. with a smile, you drag your fingers across his scalp, fingers parting through his dark mass or hair, and he hums happily into your skin.

OIKAWA— oikawa prefers to make it known that he desires to have your affections. he’ll sigh dramatically from the bed as you’re rooting through your drawers for a pair of shorts. you’re only in his t-shirt, after stepping out of the shower, hair still wet, glinting in the lamplight, and oikawa thinks it’s particularly awful that he isn’t combing his fingers through it, kissing the space of shoulder that slips from his too-big shirt.

“baby,” he’ll whine, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s pouting, eyebrows furrowed at the epicentre of his forehead, lip jut out dramatically in the way that gets him everything he wants. “i miss you.”

the laugh you emit is like honey, cloying in his ears. “but i’m right here?”

of course, that hardly means much to your boyfriend, who is as needy as they come. not that you mind, though. you shake your head at him, turning on your heel to face him. sure enough, he’s making puppy dog eyes at you, big and brown and full of wanting.

you can’t help but melt.

“c’mere baby. waited too long to hold you,” and he’s opening his arms for you to fit into them, just like you were made to do, and you think, how could you say no that?

AKAASHI — when he comes home after a long evening, there is only one thing he yearns for. it’s routine, now, how you greet him with a kiss after he shucks off his jacket and places his shoes neatly next to yours. still, when you throw your arms around his neck, and graze your nose delicately against his, just like you always do, his heart still flutters in his chest like it’s the first time.

“i missed you,” he’ll say, closing his eyes like a cat in the sun, letting your fingers stroke the nape of his neck. he holds your waist with steady hands, drawing you ever closer. “thought about you all day.”

and he did, you know, just as you did him, as you step up onto your toes to kiss the exhaustion away from his mouth.

YAMAGUCHI— he pokes his head into the bedroom just after lunch. you’d eaten together like you always do, but you’d retired to the bed to get some shut eye while he’d decided to study. “hi my love,” he says shyly, “are you still awake?”

you hum from your fortress of blankets, “something wrong?” you ask sweetly, a yawn growing somewhere in your chest. sleep had not yet befallen you, but your eyelids were slowly becoming heavy with it.

“no— i was just. um. is it okay if we nap together?”

if you ever have a keen enough eye to spot it, her face will explode in an array of pinks as she tries in vain to distract you from it. “n—no,” she’ll stammer, hands frantically waving in the air, “it’s not what you think!”