11:21 pm

alcohol mention

this was not how tonight was supposed to go.

“kiss me.”

“what?” kyotani snaps at you as he whips around, you tugging at his shirt sleeve with wide eyes and a sense of urgency.

no, definitely not how it was supposed to go.

“kiss me!” you repeat, tone more serious, fingers fisting up the material on his shoulder.

his first thought is that maybe you’re drunk, but seeing as how he’s monitored your alcohol consumption tonight while you were off with the rest of your friends, guarding your glass right next to his—he knows that’s not the case.

“what the hell’re you talking about?” he asks, and though the words may sound harsh, the look in his eyes is a stark contrast to it. all caring and warm.

“some guy over there won’t get off my ass so i told him you’re my boyfriend,” you explain, a little rushed. and that’s nothing new, you’ve used kentaro as that ever since you two became friends. he doesn’t mind. “but he said he’d only believe me if i came and kissed you. so kiss me so i can get back to dancing.”

kyotani instantly darts his gaze over your shoulder, leaning back on his barstool enough to get a glimpse of the dude you’re talking about, jaw clenching as he makes brief eye contact. he looks back to you, brows cinched.

“you don’t have to prove shit to that asshole, you know,” he grumbles, but you shuffle ever closer as he twists on his stool to fully face you, allowing you to step between his legs.

“ken,” you whine, pouting as you place your hands on his shoulders. “just one kiss. i wanna dance more before the fake id teenagers rush gets here!”

the blond looks absolutely torn, eyes darting to the dude over your shoulder once, before huffing out a breath and tugging you towards him by the loop in your waistband.

“fine,” he says, and he’s so close you can smell the vodka on his lips. “but hurry up, i’m tryna watch the game.”

he says hurry up, as if he wastes any time in moving his free hand up to cup the side of your neck and press his thumb below your jaw before he yanks you down to slam your lips together.

you expect it to be quick, just a simple peck and kyotani shooing you off so he can go back to his thing and you yours. but it isn’t.

kentaro kisses in a way that is the complete opposite of his demeanor. where he’s rough, his lips are soft. where his moves are sharp, his mouth is languid. where his aura is sour, his tongue is sweet.

nothing about the kiss is short or blunt or anything you had expected from a friend pretending to be dating you to get another guy off your ass for the night. and when he pulls away, kissing the edge of your parted mouth before leaning back, but not unhooking his fingers from your belt loop—you think maybe it’s not such a friendly kiss after all.

“well? go dance before the rush—“

it’s not friendly, as you wrap your arms around the blond’s neck and slam your lips back together. pushing and pressing and prying to steal that intimacy back, craving it to seep back onto your tongue, back on your lips, back to you. you can feel the way his fingers twist up around your belt loop, the hand on the side of your neck trying to tug you closer.

this time when you pull back, there’s a flush to his cheeks, hardly visible under the dim lights of the bar. you smile at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“…dancing?” he asks, voice hoarse, breathy.

you shake your head. “no, i think i’m good on dancing. honestly my feet kinda hurt already.”

“we’ve only been here for an hour,” he states, and you know him well enough that when he smirks at you it’s because he’s thinking of something he probably shouldn’t say out loud.

“yeah, i know,” you grin, not failing to notice the way he subconsciously tugs you closer as that guy from earlier walks past the two of you. “but that’s kinda boring now.”

he gets what you mean, what you’re really trying to say. and even if he rolls his eyes at your antics he stands up from his stool regardless, handing some cash to the bartender before unlooping his hand from your waistband and flinging his arm around your shoulder—the game and your friends long forgotten.

“you taste like fruit, by the way.”

“yeah?” you grin up at him as you walk down the sidewalk, arm around his waist as you lean further into him.

“yeah,” he grunts, still looking straight forward as he says, “i don’t really like fruit.”

“are you sure you aren’t the asshole, not that guy back there?” you quip back, smacking his chest. but you’re still smiling, because you can’t help it.

(maybe you can blame it on the alcohol).

kyotani just shrugs, stopping under the buzzing of a street lamp and tugging you to him with his hands on your hips. he leans down, dangerously close, and licks his lips.

“maybe,” he whispers, gruff and low, “heard kissing helps it though.”

you laugh, shaking your head as your snake your arms around his neck again. “you need to lay off the vodka next time, ken. you’re a little too bold. starting to think you might regret it in the morning.”

“nah,” he hums, leaning in further, lips ghosting against your own, “never.”

and as he kisses you again, just as slow and just as sweet, you can’t help but believe him.

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓

ꨄ ATSUMU had been out with the team when he’d returned home, hair a little messier than before he left and the first few buttons undone to reveal the muscle underneath. he shot you one of his more handsome smirks when you met him in the hallway, his breathing hitching when he feels your fingers wrap around his belt, the slight brush of your hand against the skin underneath has a shakey moan slipping from his smirk before you’re pulled against his muscled chest, your lips crashing against his. the kiss is messy, atsumu’s hands grab at your body as he groans against your lips, caging you against the wall behind you, finally pulling away with a breathless laugh just so he can speak over your now swollen lips, guiding your hands back to the buckle of his belt with half lidded eyes. “fuck—if ya wanted ‘em off that bad, angel—ya just had ta ask.”

ꨄ BOKUTO you felt yourself grin when you met his, approaching him a little giddily. you had to move quickly, knowing he’d want to pull you into his arms almost immediately anyway. watching his lips part when he felt your fingers graze the skin under his belt, before his lips are meeting yours. you hear bokuto groan sharply against your lips, grabbing at your ass and you still feel his smile when he kisses you, his lips messily moving along your own. he beams when you finally pull away, dipping into steal a few kisses after before he speaks—a little breathlessly. “BABY! that was so cool, can you do it again—that was hot!” whenever he walks up to you and has on a belt, he not so subtly throws glances between it and you as if he’s totally hinting for you to do it again.

pretend

solilium’s milestone event

"i'm sorry about this."

your leg shakes anxiously under the covers as you make sure not to disturb tsukishima too much. he's stark still lying next to you, one arm bent underneath his pillow and facing away completely.

"sorry about what part? lying to your parents all day or not confessing the truth when your mom gave us one futon to sleep on?"

— HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO TIK TOK TREND WHERE YOU TRY NOT TO KISS EACH OTHER

;; this man has his arm wrapped around your waist and the poor baby is so pouty when he attempts to kiss you and you move away from him. it’s not even half way through the tik tok when you start laughing at his reaction and just says ‘fuck it’, and kisses you JFDXDFHBSDFD 😻😻

— BOKUTO, KOGANEGAWA, ATSUMU, goshiki, OIKAWA, hanamaki, suna (ik this man is a fucking baby)

;; you almost want to smack this man in the face with how hard he’s smirking at you bc yall know that it’s gonna end up with a makeout session after the video is done 🤰🏻

— IWAIZUMI, TSUKISHIMA, MATSUKAWA, SUNA, OSAMU, sugawara, SEMI

;; he genuinely does not know the purpose of this challenge, bc if he wants to kiss you, he’ll kiss you, so you guys end up redoing the damn video like 5 times before he gets it right 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

— KAGEYAMA, HINATA, USHIJIMA, kyotani, KITA, ARAN, aone

;; he is blushing so hard so no reason??? he’s probably kissed you like a thousands times before, but when the music starts and you move closer to him?? this mf is a goner. bonus!! he probs gets a nosebleed… poor guy :(

— KAGEYAMA, YAMAGUCHI, ASAHI, akaashi, bokuto, iwaizumi, TENDOU, GOSHIKI

;; this man has an unneccessary amount of self control that it’s kinda upsetting that he doesn’t even get phased by this challenge, like bro, at least struggle a little bit 😐😐

— SAKUSA, KENMA, TSUKISHIMA, KUNIMI, USHIJIMA

HAIKYUU BOYS + FAVORITE SPOTS TO KISS

feat. bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio

warnings. a lil bit suggestive <3 a lot suggestive in iwa's <3 don't mind me <3

BOKUTO loves to kiss the tip of your nose. it's quick—all soft laughter and shared breaths and the pads of his thumbs catching the balls of your cheeks. you can see his eyes flutter over your face, feel the heaviness of his gaze—and suddenly, his lips meet the top of your head, and side of your cheek, and then, finally, your nose. he mutters soft praises into your skin—a smile stretching across scorching flesh—and you join him in bubbling laughter before pulling him in to return the favor.

OIKAWA kisses your shoulder. it's a swirl in the dead of night and the spark of newborn mornings, lips meeting the planes of your skin as sheets pool at your hips. his arm snakes around your waist and you slide across the mattress—drinking in floral shampoos and the warmth of adjoining limbs. he starts just below your neck, and soft breaths spill across your back, each movement leaving goosebumps to swarm in his wake. he mumbles gentle words and soft whispers, the vibrato of his voice nearly swallowing you whole.

IWAIZUMI kisses your collar. it's for the reaction more than anything else—an obsession with the way your breath hilts and neck turns and the sputter of goosebumps that follow the brush of his teeth against your skin. his hand steadies your jaw, pressing calloused fingers into the warmth of your cheeks as the smile against your throat sparks flames beneath your skin. he leaves bubbling bruises in a mosaic of purples and blues, and when he pulls away, meeting your wide eyes and stunted breaths, his mind echos with a yearning for more.

ATSUMU kisses your palms. he fiddles with your fingers—hands dancing along the divots of your knuckles and the arches of your wrists—before he guides you towards his lips, leaving soft breaths to slip through your fingertips. he presses a kiss to your palm and every nerve in your body seems to shiver at the motion, pulling you further towards the allure of the stars that seem to dot his breath. it's a casual motion—one slipped into quiet conversation and comfortable silence—but a welcomed one nevertheless.

KUROO kisses your jaw. it's the freedom of it all—the grasp he has upon your skin and the idea of roaming any plane of flesh or curve of muscle he would like. your hands are in his hair and his fingers leave crescent marks upon your hips, his breath swallowing every pore marking his path. he kisses the arch of your neck and revels in the way you shiver—swallows the heat of sputtering breaths and burning skin. and when you pull away with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he laughs, tugging you closer once again.

KAGEYAMA kisses your lips. it's simple, really—long fingers wrapped around the base of your neck and shared breaths twirling between staggered throats. he tugs at your bottom lip and nudges at your waist and, when the space between you grows to nothing more than tiny patches of exposed skin, you're consumed by the vibrato of empty lungs. he pulls away—swollen lips and warm cheeks on full display—and you laugh, leaving a smile to stretch across his features.

HAIKYUU BOYS AS SONG LYRICS - miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tooru

note: these might get a little suggestive i guess? hardly. there's like. kissing. anyway this is just the lyrics and not the whole song i promise atsumu's is not actually reflective of all too well bc that would make me upset </3 also akaashi has gotten published bc i say so. ALSO LISTEN ATSUMU'S IS SO LONG IDK WHY WE'RE MOVING ON

he was so sure that love like this wasn't real. that there would be no time for midnight pasta, the only light illuminating your cheeks coming from the open fridge behind him. on any other occasion, you'd scold him playfully, reaching behind him to close the refrigerator door and let sweet laughter leave your lips when he took the opportunity to places greedy kisses all along your neck and jaw.

but tonight, when he's suddenly come to realize that yes, this love is entirely real, he's too impatient to wait for you, so instead he lets his fingers trace over the skin of your cheek, pulling you into a kiss so sweet that it's sure to clash against whatever vodka sauce you chose to go with tonight's (terribly late) meal.

but he doesn't care, all laughter into your lips and kisses to your cheeks, fingers dusting over skin so delicate that he's almost afraid to press any harder.

"tsumu," you mumble, and when he ignores you, you repeat "atsumu!" through your joyful breath. he hums something in reply as he kisses the highest point of your cheek. "if the sauce burns, i'll never forgive you."

and at the thought of that, he complies to your unspoken wishes, loosening his grip on you so you can grab your wooden spoon and stir the vodka sauce—which, if he had to comment, smelled something like home and spice and you. but even as you cook, he still stands behind you, hands wrapped around your waist and swaying to a tune that he isn't even bothering to hum.

"atsumu," you say, a teasing tone finding home on your tongue, "the fridge."

「jelly baby」

you’ve always been okay with getting kicked out of the house so that your dear mothers can hold their gossip sessions. they’ve done it throughout your childhoods, and for this rare reunion where the gang’s all back, they’ll do it again.

and like they had in the past, your mothers don’t forget to slip their respective offspring a few bucks. “for an ice cream or something,” they’ll say. but really it’s just hush money in exchange for good behaviour.

you’ve generally been okay with this bribe, even as an adult…except it’s currently thirty-two fucking degrees and the sky looks like it’s about unleash some noah’s arc-grade rain.

but honestly? none of you have the guts to complain.

so you grudgingly take the money with sweet smiles and slug your dutiful asses to the river, save for osamu, who actually heads to the ice cream parlour to figure out the secrets to a dessert onigiri.

lazing on the parched riverbed, you, suna, and atsumu watch the ominous clouds with a laissez-faire kind of dread. 

“some kinda reunion, huh?” atsumu sighs for the millionth time. “twenty-one ‘n we’re still gettin’ kicked outta our own houses.”

you sigh as well. at least you’re somewhat comfy with suna’s varsity jacket cushioning you from the scratchy grass.

even better yet, his hand now nudges yours. 

naturally, you slip yours in his. 

but he slaps it away.

you turn to him in confusion. he only glances at the bucket of chuupets between you and atsumu that you collectively bought. 

an empty wrapper hangs from suna’s mouth, wrinkled and dried as he looks longingly at the sticks of technicoloured gelatin. 

had he really slapped your hand away for his fucking jelly sticks?

“really, rin?” you snarl through your half-finished chuupet.

his hand finds yours, slow grin on his lips. “i love you?” 

you slap it away, swallowing another segment of the white jelly in indignance.

a barrel of laughter comes from your left.

“sunarin, i’ll give you anoter,” atsumu grins. “but you gotta pick. chuupet or your girlfriend.”

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“hey sexy,” you wink at the black-haired man in front of you, ignoring the shocked look from your co-worker by the espresso machine. because wow, the man in front of you—dressed impeccably in a navy-colored uniform—can get it. “what can i get for you today?”

the police officer just cocks an eyebrow at your flirtation, a small smile playing around on the corners of his lips. he takes a long look at the menu, and you seize the chance to take a long look at him, at the way his light blue uniform shirt fits his torso snugly, at how sharp the dark blue cap makes him look, at the bold characters on his nametag that spell out SAWAMURA.

“one americano please,” he finally says, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. you purse your lips, blatantly dragging your eyes over his body, gaze lingering a little too long when it lands on the belt area. your colleague looks like she’s about one step away from reporting you to the manager, which certainly wouldn’t be a good look for you on your second day at work, so you turn to smile brightly at her, repeating the customer’s order without giving her a chance to process your actions. 

your posture when you lean forward on the counter to take the cash from him is nothing but seductive, arms squeezing together to make your cleavage really pop, and you’re satisfied when the man’s eyes stray down and lock on to the swell of your breasts. you prop your chin up on your palm, tilting your head, ignoring the strange look he gives you. 

“are you married?”

“…no…” the officer’s looking more and more amused the longer you stare at him shamelessly without doing anything with the money he had just given you, “…but i can see that you are, so perhaps you should get back to work.”

“oh, this?” the shiny ring on your finger glints when you stick out your hand to admire it, “i’m not married. i bought this myself. pretty, isn’t it?”

"you…bought yourself that ring. it looks quite expensive.”

“and?” you shoot back defensively, “can’t a girl buy herself some jewelry without getting judged? it’s called self-care.”

“y/n,” the other barista finally intervenes, jabbing you in the side with a hissed “what the hell are you doing?” before turning back to the customer. “sir, i’m so sorry, i don’t know what’s gotten into her. she’s new.”

"it’s no trouble at all.”

you rub your injured side, pouting a little before processing the cash and printing out a receipt. there’s no line, so you take your sweet time, uncapping a pen to scribble something messily on the thin paper before handing it to the police officer. 

“what’s this?” the man looks down at the receipt you’ve handed him, thick eyebrows drawn together in mild confusion. 

your phone number stands out in bold black numbers.

“call me sometime,” you mime the gesture, winking yet again for the thirtieth time in a row. “i think you’d make an excellent boyfriend.”

“y/n, please,” Daichi sighs with amused exasperation, taking pity on your colleague who looks both horrified and fascinated by your behavior.

“i’m your fiancé.”

THE HAIKYUU BOYS + THE WAY THEY KISS

KUROO’s kisses are all consuming. he holds your face in his hands, fingers softly drumming against your cheekbones, and he leans in—always ghosting his lips over yours before swallowing you whole. his hands tend to stray, fingertips following the curves of your face, the pad of his thumb brushing your lip as he finds himself trailing down your jaw. he’d unravel you if he could, and he gets close with his kisses—only pulling away when your lips are red and puffy and you can barely remember your own name.

OIKAWA kisses as if every one is his last. he’s smooth in conversation—every word rooted from his lips as if it were only born to be there—but when your hands are in his hair and he’s pulling you closer than anyone else would ever be, he’s quick and desperate and he drinks you in—the burning feeling of tenderness scorching his skin. he lingers as he pulls away, breath fanning your lips as his gaze runs over your skin and his fingers almost always tug at your jaw, pulling you in once more.

IWAIZUMI kisses as if they’re to remind you he’s there. you can see him in the splotchy red marks upon your lips, feel him in the bubbling bruises throughout your skin. he mumbles your name into your mouth, the pull of a smile dancing across your skin as you feel the heat course through your flesh. he holds your jaw between his fingers, pressing the pads of his thumbs into your skin, and when he pulls away, the stinging of his touch remains planted there, buzzing throughout your cheeks.

KAGEYAMA’s kisses are clumsy. they’re slow and unsteady—the bumping noses, rosy cheeks, sputtering breaths kind that make you tug him by the chin to steady his jaw. he’s warm and kind, a foreign feeling that swallows you whole, and when he pulls away you can see the gloss over his eyes. he murmurs your name under his breath and you smile at him, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose to see the blush dust over his cheeks.

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haikyuu boys as unintentionally flustering things

this has been in my drafts for a bit n i intended to add more boys but i also wanted to put something out for you guys!! so i hope you enjoy :)

includes; suna rintarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, miya atsumu, semi eita, akaashi keiji, bokuto kōtarō, kageyama tobio, sakusa kiyoomi, sugawara kōshi, hanamaki takahiro, tanaka ryūnosuke, ushijima wakatoshi, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei

the way your skin feels ablaze and your body’s so tense and you feel a little lightheaded is so intoxicating. you crave more, so much more, but you’ll take what you can get. neither of you make any move to get away, enjoying this minimal physical contact with one another. like you’re both just sitting there and making excuses to stay sitting stuck to each other like this, even if there’s space. for a moment, he does move forward to grab at something in front of him and you deflate a little, but he comes back right away, pressing himself to you and even leaning close to show you something on his phone.