just writing for fun

ARAN just has a thing for after-shower you. for him it’s the towel tucked tight around your figure and some beads of water still stuck on your shoulders as you walk out the bathroom. he’ll side-eye you and hope you don’t notice him checking you out.

KAGEYAMA sucks in a deep breath when you touch his lower back while you’re guiding him somewhere. it’s so obvious that he’s flustered because he’s looking everywhere but you.

TENDOU hand-feeds you with a bit of chocolate and feels the blood rushing through his body when your lips brush against his fingers. he’s caught off guard with the way you’re keeping eye contact with him as you bite off a piece of chocolate.

OIKAWA gets a little flustered watching you mouth and sing along to a suggestive song. it’s the expressions you make and the finger that’s consistently pointing at him. feels like you’re the show and he’s your audience.

USHIJIMA feeling your palm rub against his tummy just makes him so... flustered for some reason. it’s not like that, he swears. but boy does he keep asking for more.

OSAMU wouldn’t back down to anything except when you stare him right at the eyes and hold his chin with your fingers. gonna say something, samu? and you can feel him take a nervous gulp.

IWAIZUMI admits that he gets a little heated every time you peer at him with bored, dazed eyes. he has to clear his throat and wish you don’t notice his feelings of fluster. but you do anyway — shortly sending him a smug look that’s enough to melt him.

SAKUSA’s breath hitches when your lips part as a form of your concentration. would he call himself a lucky man? definitely. he’d spare 10 minutes of his sleep just to be standing between your legs while you carefully applied a product on his face.

ATSUMU gets blushy every time you run a palm slowly over your shoulder, stretching your neck at the same time. “what are you looking at, tsumu?” to which he could barely respond to.

DAICHI had called you down for dinner two times already. it’s still warm, though no longer seeping with steam. he calls for you again only this time he’s standing beside your door. “oh? daichi?” it’s quite an intimidating sight to see the way his arms flex when he crosses them against his chest a little tighter. “take a break, okay?” he sighs at the tension on the underside of your eyes and shoulders. you walk over to him, mumbling, “sorry, i got side-tracked.” daichi misses you, as told by the warmth of his arms engulfing your figure.

KUROO came up to you in a surprise. neck and shoulders littered with kisses, you have no choice but to put a pause on your writing. “tetsurō,” you grumbled, grasping at his arms which were wrapped around your neck. “you’re choking me — come on, just give me one more hour.” you can feel him shaking his head and mumbling no against you. “please have just a little time with me, it’s been days,” you barely made his words out, but it was comprehensible nonetheless. kuroo won’t take no for an answer, so for the next few hours (and more) you’re stuck to him and not your work.

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KUROO ushered you to wear your favorite outfit on a day where he was coming over. “why?” you argued with him earlier, assuming that he only preferred you to be fashionably dressed. but your assumptions turn out to be completely wrong, because the moment kuroo steps into your room he’s got you twirling about. “damn, look at you,” kuroo swooned, slumping against the cushions. “that’s your favorite outfit right? feeling good?” and it’s not until he makes you look at the mirror do you realize that you’re all dolled up for pretty you.

KENMA plopped himself beside your laying figure on the bed. “hey,” he called to you softly, letting his finger wander over your belly before planting his whole hand. “why didn’t you come hang out today?” all you give him is a sigh, a bit too familiar for kenma. “i’m just tired,” you lie, though he doesn’t buy it at all. you stick back to the screen in your hand, breath hitching at the sudden weight over your stomach. “k- kenma — ” “have i ever told you how beautiful you look?” he stares at you with heavy lidded eyes, his head rising and falling with your stomach. you tell him yes but it doesn’t change the kiss he plants over your tummy nor the sound of the word beautiful moving past his lips again.

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