Melty☆Love

Shoyo Hinata is a big cuddle bug. Always wanting to be rested against your chest, ear over your heart to fall asleep to the rhythmic beat. It took him approximately two weeks of dating to stop being embarrassed at the concept of you holding him. After falling asleep the first time on your chest during a movie night on your couch, he quickly abandoned all embarrassment. “Babe babe babe, can you pleeaasseee hurry home? I want cuddles. Oh and to watch that new movie that came out!” He’d say through the phone out of breath from pedaling so fast on his bike towards your house. “I brought snacks! Just get home quick, I'm almost there!” He’d continue enthusiastically. Once at your house, he’d bolt off his bike causing it to fall, walk back and kick the stand down so it’ll stand properly, and then resume bolting to your room. Minutes later you'd be on your back with his head comfortably on your chest. His arms wrapped around you like he’s hugging a teddy bear. “How are you so warm all the time? Not that I'm complaining. It’s the best.” He'd  say enthusiastically before instantly falling asleep, mouth open and lightly snoring before the movie even started. 

Tobio Kageyama would awkwardly sit on the edge of your bed playing with his thumbs, stiff as a board and nervous. “What do I do? I mean, are there rotations? Positions?” He’d ask, trying to make sense of it through volleyball terms. But during a sleepover where you rolled over to his side in your sleep he instantly fell in love with the feeling of you close. Your arm loosely around his stomach and face in the crock of his neck, it was better than he carried to admit. Of course it took him some getting used to, but he was willing to adapt. He loved laying on his back while you were curled up against his side as he told you about practice. “Hinata and I finally got down that quick attack I was telling you about. He was making all those ridiculous sound effects but it was cool how he pulled it off.”  He’d explain as his arm stayed securely around your shoulders, turning his face to look at your half asleep form. “Thank you, for being patient with me.” He’d whisper and tuck the blanket further around you as you drifted off to sleep on his arm. 

Kei Tsukishima would never admit it, but he liked when you were laid basically on top of him. He enjoyed the comfort of your scent and weight, and also enjoyed not having to do much. Laying on your stomach against his side with a leg hooked over his waist and head on his chest. His long arm around your back rubbing slowly up and down your side with the other moving up and down your leg over him. “You’re so clingy.” He’d mumble a tease into your hair, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Then pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’d tease him back saying if he hated it so much he could always leave, but he’d huff and pull you closer till you were straddling his hips, pulling you down till you were chest to chest. “Shut up, don’t be stupid.” He’d mumble and use both hands to run from your shoulders down to your hips over and over, calloused hands feeling your curves under his palms and loving the way you sighed with content. He’d grin and throw the blanket over you. When you’d fall asleep he’d roll you over till you were back on your stomach but still draped over him, one arm bent behind his head and the other securely around your shoulders. Despite his guarded exterior, he was a big softy for you. Running his slender fingers through your hair slowly and memorizing your sleeping face to day dream about during practice. 

Tooru Oikawa was a big baby. He loved laying between your legs chest to chest as you ran your fingers through his fluffy brown hair. “Iwa was so mean today. He didn't throw any balls at me, he spiked them! At my pretty face! Can you believe that babe? Are you listening!?” He’d ramble about his oh-so-hard day as captain and squeeze you tight like a teddy bear, putting his face in your chest and sighing dramatically. “You’re the only one that loves me.” He’d say before peeking his head out from your chest, “Right babe? I am your boyfriend after all.” He’d add and kiss your jaw, then moving down your neck to your collarbone to make you blush. He loved when you wrap your arms around his back and scratched lightly, his head resting just above your stomach. His arms around you would grow limp every passing second. He’d fall asleep for a few hours and wake up immediately searching for you. Intaking a sharp breath through his nose and arms wrapping tighter around your smaller frame, reminding himself that you’re still there. “There you are..” He’d mumble half asleep before relaxing against you again, kissing anywhere he could reach in his current position.

Hajime Iwaizumi loved taking care of you in any way he could. His favorite way to hold you was in the way you preferred, though he did love skin-to-skin. “I can’t believe you're mine. Like, I'm your boyfriend. Ha! I bet Shitty-kawa is jealous. I got the prettiest girl in town.” He’d say during a sleepover at your house on a rainy Friday night, his hands underneath your pj shirt to feel your skin under calloused palms. He’d kiss you every chance he got: lips, temple, cheek, forehead. You name it, he’s kissed it. “Is this comfy for you? Do you want to switch?’ He’d ask and immediately switch if you expressed discomfort. One thing he did like was laying his head on your lap with your fingers running through his hair. “You’re so pretty, do you know that? I’m the luckiest guy in school. Bet all those wanna-bes are sobbing right now.” He’d say while looking up at you, head slightly twisted to feel your thigh against his cheek. He’d fall asleep comfortably as long as he could feel your warmth in his bones. Stomachs pressed together, his chest to your back, chest to chest, he didn't care. All he wanted was his arms around you and for you to be as comfortable as possible.

Kuroo Testuro after a long week of grueling afternoon volleyball practices and school work could only think of how badly he wanted to spoon you to sleep. He’d show up Friday nights with a duffle bag he reserved for sleepover clothes and toiletries slung over his shoulder, sleepy cat-like smile at the sight of you comfy in his hoodie and pj bottoms. “Hey baby, you look comfy hm? Is that hoodie new?” He’d say teasingly  with a smile before walking into your house and dropping the bag on the floor without care, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His face buried in the crook of your neck peppering sweet kisses into your skin with mumbled, “I missed you.”Once upstairs you'd get comfy under your covers, strong arms immediately pulling your back against his chest. One arm under the pillow where your head rests and the other around your waist like an iron band. He loves how your smaller frame fits against his like a puzzle piece. “Mmm this is perfect. You’re perfect.” He’d mumble into your hair as his fingers trace lazy hearts on your stomach. He’d hold you the entire night, his arm even in sleep never loosening. When it got too hot and you’d try to roll away he’d grumble his protest before mumbling, “Stay..” and pulling you back against him.

Kozume Kenma liked laying his head on your shoulder. On the train ride home he'd have his video game in hand and shared headphones in with his head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You’d be watching him play because he was really good and surprisingly entertaining to watch, asking him questions about his game every so often. “I just passed the 34th level. It was hard but, okay.” He’d say and shift slightly closer till your knees were touching. Once at home he’d sit against your headboard with you between his legs, your back against his chest and his chin resting on your shoulder. Arms around you with his videogame in your lap as he plays and you watch. When it died he put it off to charge and hold you around your stomach. “Is this okay?” He’d ask when you shift to get comfortable, when you say yes he hums his acknowledgement of your words and stays quiet. Enjoying thor peaceful moment with you. 

Kotaro Bokuto absolutely loved laying his head on your stomach. Him positioned between your legs laying on his stomach, body propped up on his elbows with both hands on your waist. He would kiss your stomach before putting his face against it and moving his head side to side. He’d blow air into your belly button to make you laugh and squirm, laughing with you and continuing. “You can’t run from me!” He’d declare before attacking your stomach with open mouthed kisses and his hands tickling your sides till you were breathless from laughing. Eventually when he got tired he'd crawl up you and lay his entire body weight over you. When the air would leave your lungs and you'd try to push him off you he’d groan in protest. “Hey! I’m trying to relax here!” He’d say kissing your face all over before easing off you to lay on his back, pulling you on top of him till your bottom half was laying between his legs and upper half flush against his. He’d fall asleep snoring in a starfish position but an arm would always find its way to rest securely on your back.

Keiji Akaashi would often lay on his side facing you, one hand drawing patterns on your hip as he admired your sleeping form. He fought off sleep to watch over you for a couple minutes, hand traveling from your hip up your side to your face to push stray hairs from your forehead. He’d smile to himself as you moved closer to him in sleep, seeking his warmth and comfort. “I’m here love.” He’d whisper and move closer, cuddling chest to chest. One arm under your pillow and the other wrapped around you, finger tips drawing patterns up your spine. Legs intertwined under your comforter and his face level with yours despite the height difference. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to your sleeping form before kissing your forehead. “How did I get so lucky?” After a long week of dealing with Bokuto during volleyball practices he would snuggle in bed with you, purposely positioning himself lower so he could be against your chest but still flush together. “You smell so good.” He mumbled and pressed soft kisses on your neck, “I’ll hold you soon, promise. Just give me 5 minutes.” His eyes would be closed before he could finish the sentence and sound asleep against you instantly.

Wakatoshi Ushijima liked when you'd be curled up against his side, his long arm around your waist and your legs parted around with one of his. He wouldn't speak much, just happy to be in the moment with you. Whenever you would adjust he’d watch to see how you were getting comfortable and if you wanted him near. When you expressed you did he wouldn't hesitate before finding a way to get comfy, either spooning you or laying on his back while you adjusted around his larger body. “Good?” He’d ask, putting loose strands of hair behind your ear and admiring your half asleep expression. He loved how safe you felt around him, and he showed it by holding you closer when you'd fall asleep. “You’re comfortable love? Hm, good.” He’d say and hold you the entire night.

Atsumu Miya when you get home he’d already be in your room making himself comfortable in your bed. “Hey pretty girl. Come here, I was feeling generous and left you some room.” He'd say with a stupid grin patting your side of the bed. When you slid in he'd roll you onto your side till you were  facing each other. His leg pushing yours open till you were basically flush together. “You smell good. New perfume?” He’d mumble into your neck while inhaling your scent, poking his nose against your skin to make you laugh. He loved holding you impossibly close regardless how hot it got under the covers. “Where do you think you're going little lady? Get back here.” He’d say tickling your sides when you'd try and squirm away, throwing off the covers but never letting you get far. 

Osamu Miya went with the flow of what you wanted. He’d hold you where you wanted, not enough to be considered clingy but enough to show he cares and is being attentive. He wouldn't say much, he’d prefer being in the moment and letting the peace speak for itself. He’d notice if you start getting uncomfortable, without words or making a big deal out of it he’d throw off the thick blanket but leave the sheets just above your waist. He’d run his fingertips on your arm with lazy motions, he’d notice when your stomach grumbled softly. “Hungry?” He’d ask, already moving to get up and grab you some food from the kitchen.