Tag: chit chat

Aomine-kun, do you only like girls with large breasts…? *blushes and fidgets, looks at the ground* My figure isn’t great, as you can see, since I’m small in all aspects….. But will you still accept my feelings for you?

*Aomine frowns,
tilting your chin up to look in his eyes* “Hey, give me a little more credit.
Breasts aren’t the only thing I’m looking at, they just happen to be one of the
first things I notice. And no, I don’t only like girls with big ones.” *Sapphire eyes trail up and down* “By the
way, you’re gorgeous so no more bullshit about your figure not being great. And
hell yeah, I’ll accept your feelings. Now,” he tugs you close, “let’s go get something
to eat, I’m starving.”

*casually walks up to Bokuto & Kuroo with a smirk* “Hey guys! I just wanted to say those shirts are really becoming on you… but then again, if I were on you I’d “be cumming” too…” *winkwink* (haha I’ve always wanted to use this lame line & this seemed the the perfect opportunity! Congrats on the followers!! You deserve each & every one!! 😙)

A/N: First, I LOVE your avatar. Second, this made me laugh out
loud. I was just looking at this pick up line for another ask! Third, thank you
for the congratulations and sweet words!

*Both boys turn bright
red, flustered and looking at each with expressions bouncing between excitement
and confusion on what to do next.* Kuroo is the first to recover. “Oya, you’re
naughty. Go to my room!”

*Both of them laugh at
his equally cheesy line* “What time?” you ask and they abruptly stop
laughing, mouths hanging open. You tip up their jaws, peck each of your index
fingers and then place them on their lips. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
you ask staring into Kuroo’s eyes. “Or is that owl you’ve got?” you end shifting your gaze to Bokuto. As you walk
away, it takes both boys one nanosecond to sprint after you.

hello, Oikawa-san!!! i’ve always wanted to touch your hair, it looks so fluffy…. may i?

*Oikawa gives you a
flirty smile, running his own hand through his hair* “I’m glad you noticed,
_____-chan, I do work so hard to look nice. Especially for you.”

“Cut the crap, Trashykawa, we have a game to get to!” shouts
Iwazumi from the gym.

*Oikawa waves him
away, turning back around to face you* “Go ahead,” he concedes. As you
touch his hair, he smiles more softly, leaning into your touch. “So nice to
feel appreciated,” he mutters.

“Appreciate this!” Iwazumi snaps grabbing his collar and
yanking him away.

“So rude, Iwa-chan!” cries the setter, calling over his
shoulder, “Cheer loud for me, ____-chan! I’ll see you after the game, ok?”  

Just wondering, since I’m the flirty type, what would you do to me when we’re stuck in an elevator together, aomine/haizaki, hara? ;)

*Aomine sizes you up,
hands trailing up your waist* “It may not be seven minutes, but I’ll
make sure you get a taste of heaven.”

*Haizaki sends you a
feral grin, pushing you up against the buttons before slamming his hand on the
emergency stop button* “Time to test Aerosmith’s theory about love in an
elevator baby.”

*Hara grabs your ass, pulling
you close and kisses you deeply* “I thought you’d like a piece of gum,” he
smirks, adding a new piece to replace the one he left in your mouth.

Kuroo! Do you have any tips for a beginning volleyball player? *looks up at him with a small smile while blushing*

*Kuroo blushes
slightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he thinks* “Um, not knowing your
position, the best I can offer is to remember your receiving form and be
careful to train up your leg muscles, especially if you’re a blocker. That and…never
give up.”

Kenma rolls his eyes. “You’re so lame, Kuroo.”

“Yes, but who’s being asked to give advice, hmmm? Oh, that’s
right, I am.” Kuroo smirks looking back at you. “You know what, instead of
telling you, why don’t I and the team show you? After all, isn’t it better to
learn by doing?”

[walks up behind Ahomine and puts him in a tight choke hold, breasts pressed against his back] Dai-chan did you eat my last bag of teriyaki chips?~

“Oi! Not so tight,
crazy-chan!” he gasps, but only half struggles to get away because, let’s be
honest: breasts. When you finally release him, he mutters, “Who are you anyway,
Murasakibara? Sheesh!” 

*Sees you winding
up for a punch* “Ok, ok, I’ll get you more. Just,” he sidles up closer,
hand ghosting on your shoulder, “would you be up for some more wrestling later?
Preferably of the Greco-roman variety?” 

*Groans
when you punch his arm hard before sauntering towards the mini-mart* “Guess
not,” he grumbles following after you.