Anxiety | iwaoi

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Happy Valentine's Day !

THANK U FOR OVER 100 VOTES !!! SO AS PROMISED HERE WE GO:

TW: S3XUAL CONTENT. IT STARTS WITH "He gently ran his thumb over Oikawa's cr*tch"
SCROLL AND WHEN YOU SEE BOLD LETTERS THEN ITS SAFE TO READ/ SMUT ENDS.

I PROMISE THIS INCLUDES EQUAL AMOUNT OF FLUFF. SO READ UPTILL THEN IF U DON'T LIKE SMUT

PLEASE NOTE THAT IWAIZUMI AND OIKAWA ARE BOTH 19 HERE. THEY ARE COLLEGE STUDENTS AND NOT MINORS.

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Iwa-chan!

Iwa-chan!

Iwa-chan!

Oikawa's voice replayed in Iwaizumi's head over and over again. He put his hands on either side of Oikawa's hips and stared up at him sitting on himself with parted lips, "say it again."

"I'm ready... ?"

"No, not that."

Oikawa grinned, "iwa-chan!" then he giggled, "I thought you hated that name."

"I ... didn't know it was possible to miss something you 'hate.' "

Oikawa smiled. He couldn't stop smiling. He missed this. He missed his iwa-chan.

Iwaizumi smiled at him back then suddenly smirked. He easily flipped them both over so he was on top of Oikawa. The brunette gasped and their giggles filled the air. It felt safe. Oikawa felt safe. He wasn't afraid anymore. He didn't feel trapped.

Iwaizumi pulled his shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. Oikawa bit his lip to keep him from smiling too much. His eyes ran over Iwaizumi's muscles. Fuck. He missed this.

Iwaizumi tapped his thigh twice. Oikawa nodded.

"Say it." Iwaizumi whispered.

"Yes."

Iwaizumi grinned and fumbled with the other's pants strings. Fumbled. Fumbled. Fumbled

"Crappykawa, how do you—

Oikawa snorted as he undid the bow himself in a single move, "Iwa-chan is so cute."

"No," Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, "i wanted it to be sexy and I can't even—

Oikawa started laughing with Iwaizumi telling him to shut up. He slipped Oikawa's pants off in one swift motion and then it wasn't funny anymore. Oikawa snapped his mouth shut. Iwaizumi leaned forward to kiss him and the brunette ran his hands on the other's abs.

Iwaizumi slipped his own jeans off leaving them both in their boxers. Oikawa glanced down out of instinct, "is that... is that a cartoon dinosaur on your boxers?"

"It's. . . Godzilla. Will you shut up now?"

Oikawa snorted, he leaned back and lied down, his head resting on his pillow.

Iwiazumi climbed swiftly on top of him.

Oikawa panicked, "Watch out for my—

"Your knee. I know."

Iwaizumi kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Between his ribs. Stomach. His left hipbone. Oikawa ran his hands through Iwaizumi's hair and the other jerked back.

"I- what? I like your hair too." Oikawa looked at him, offended.

"No I- what? I don't like your hair," iwiazumi frowned.