tw warnings // suggestive for the point of comedy, minors DNI and reader discretion advised. Hinata and Atsumu are precious, and Meian and I are married so it’s canon i don’t make the rules.
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Atsumu loves to think he’s so suave and so romantic, but in reality he gets so nervous and giggly when you reverse the roles on him. The minute he pops in the car and buckles, your hand gently rests on his thigh, and wide honey eyes flick over to you. They’re doe-like and blink innocently, and a shy smile spreads over his face, and he’s so lost for words, he gives you a soft “thank you,” and laughs along with you as you cackle at him.
Bokuto is so obsessed with you and blindsided by you and your simplest little affections that the second your hand lays on his thigh, he blinks owlishly, golden eyes flicking to your hand, your face, back to your hand, then back to your face. “Babe, right now?” “Right now what?” “You want to have sex? Right now?” “WHAT?” “Babe Akaashi can wait, we can do this right now-“ “I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE AFFECTIONATE.” He clicks his tongue and puts the car in reverse, pouting playfully, “got me out here ready to break the law and shit…”
Sakusa doesn’t even have a moment to process getting in the car when you absolutely, unprovoked, unleashed this new action onto him, and with a deadpanned face, he uses two of his fingers to pinch yours like a dirty pair of underwear, and move your hand back to your own set of thighs. You pout and move your hand back, to which he repeats the action. “Kiyoomi?” “Don’t fuckin’ do that.” “Why not! You do it to me!” “Yeah because it’s an act of love, if you do it to me, I’m gonna get hard, fuck off!”
Hinata, as a surprise, is the most normal and okay with it. When your hand rests on his thigh, he offers you a smile and laces his fingers with yours before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it sweetly. “I’ll hold your hand after I back out of the spot, if you want to keep it there ‘kay?” honestly give me a hinata like. yesterday
💍Meian💍, the only man to ever exist ever, and contrary to that of Atsumu, is very suave, and the moment your hand rests against his massive thigh, he blinks softly before playfully bringing your hand higher to rest against his crotch. When you snort and swat at his chest, he grins before bringing your palm back down to his leg, “only thing that’s missing is a ring on that little finger of yours.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: G
Pairing: Bokuto/Akaashi
Word Count: 1,501
Summary:
Maybe if they’d done this differently he would have had the time to appreciate the rare sweetness of Akaashi’s sleepy expression. “Akaashi. You know how volleyball is about that one moment that gets you hooked?”
Snippet:
“I need you to lift me up,” Bokuto jerked a thumb at the window over his shoulder, standing almost twice his height.
“Is this your true owlish nature rising to the surface? You wanna be an owl, Bo-chan?”
Bokuto’s nerves gave out a little. He smacked Kuroo’s arm. “Not cool, bro! I’m totally panicking over here.”
“Naaw you’ve got this. We all know Akaashi has a big, fat crush on you that you’re too blind to see,” Kuroo said as he crouched. “Come on, hop on lover boy.”
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