Late Night Cuddling [Oikawa Tooru x Reader]

Author's Note:
I own nothing but the plot, and whatnot. : D


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Late Night Cuddling

Cuddling, you discovered, was a twenty-four-seven activity for Oikawa Tooru. Be it in private walls or otherwise, his arms would perpetually find themselves around your body. And in each and every one of those instances, his perforating warmth made it feel as though you were being absolved from reality…

Which is exactly what was happening at this moment.

Never would you have thought that Tooru was capable of keeping his mouth shut for a considerably long period of time, but you were witnessing it right here and now as he continued to lie his head on your chest. Meanwhile, his fingers leisurely roamed your body, painting an invisible image of, you quote, just how much he loved you.

What could you say? Your bae knew the way you wanted to be loved.

You ran a finger across the side of his cheek before cupping his face in the palms of your hands. In that moment, you knew that perfection was literally within your grasp. Then, you pulled his lips into yours – a peck. As a response, his lips curved to one of his signature ovary-nuking smiles.

“The love of my life,” you articulated – quite surprised with the gentle veracity that played in your tone. Your cheeks only grew redder, as Tooru’s face grew brighter.

The next thing you knew, his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck, as he planted chaste kisses on your jaw, to your nape, and to your clavicle. Along with those kisses came whispered words that passed through his lips like paeans weaved as lisle and light. When he pulled back, he returned without a moment spared to rest his forehead against yours. The view the position provided left you breathless each time you look through them. His eyes – the way the taupe gallivanted along with the tatting of moonshine, and how it seemed to contain galaxies worth of tranquil beauty. Then, you felt a giggle rise to the back of your throat.

God dammit, after all this time, he still managed to transform your brain into a wad of gummy worms.

It was his voice, though, that completely steered you out of your train of thought:

“And you’re the love of mine.”

[END]