matching piercings with the haikyuu boys
featuring hanamaki takahiro ,, kozume kenma ,, miya atsumu ,, oikawa tooru ,, tendou satori
a/n plz don’t actually try and pierce yourself xx ,, also i’ll probably post a second part to this !!
warnings tw! for needles and some slight mentions of blood
✾ omg going absolutely crazy over the idea of hanamaki with an industrial piercing because it seriously would just fit him so well
✾ he actually drags you along to the studio with him, at first under the guise of “needing you there to comfort him”
✾ ofc you get there and somehow find yourself sitting in the cushioned chair after hiro had gotten his piercings done with absolutely no sweat at all (seriously, he didn’t even flinch)
✾ it was your first real piercing, and honestly you felt like throwing up or punching your boyfriend in the stomach
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“how do you always talk me into these things?”
hiro laughs from where he stands, leaning against the doorframe. the piercer gives you a sympathetic smile as they clean their equipment but you can’t even make eye contact, instead staring at the long needle that sits on the tray in front of you.
“you what?” he asks smugly, turning his lips down into a mock-pout.
“i hate you,” you mumble, eyes still locked on the tray, which now had more equipment piled on it.
“ready?” the piercer spins in their chair to face you, busying themself with some last tasks before you allowed them to shove a needle through your ear. twice.
finally tearing your eyes away you blinked up at your boyfriend. “hiro…” you said quietly.
immediately he straightened up and walked over to you, tucking away some hair that had fallen into your face. his hand rested in your cheek afterward, and you sighed, leaning into the touch. “if you really don’t want to it’s okay. i just thought it would be cool if we could match, you know?” he smiled afterward, and despite your hesitancy you returned it.
you quickly turned your head to place a kiss on his palm. “i’m ready,” you said, turning to face the piercer with a wobbly nod.
it really didn’t hurt that bad at all. you sat with your hands under your thighs, and hiro knelt in front of you to keep your legs from swaying back and forth while they dangled off of the chair. your eyes were closed the entire time, but you focused all of your attention on hiro’s hands softly squeezing your thighs. after it was finished he kissed the tops of both knees and helped you down from the chair, grinning like an idiot.
you got about two minutes before selfies were taken and uploaded to his social media account(s).
“how ‘bout a nose piercing next time?” he asks moments after walking out of the piercing studio. you scoff and elbow him in the stomach, snickering when he yelps in surprise. “seriously though,” he grins, bringing an arm around your shoulders. “i’m proud of you.”
you roll your eyes but thank him anyway, leaning into his side as you walk down the street together.
unknown to him, you had gotten the piercer’s number and already made plans to schedule an appointment for another piercing. apparently the pair of you would be getting nose piercings.
you were honestly really excited.
✾ kenma already has a lot of piercings (various ones on his ear, an eyebrow, even his septum is done)
✾ ofc he has to hide them for work but occasionally he takes the time to put all the jewelry in
✾ his piercings were one of the things that attracted you to kenma in the first place so you love when he has a few days off and can show off the numerous piercings
✾ and when you mention your plans to get a bellybutton piercing, he tells you to cancel your appointment
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“are you sure about this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow skeptically. kenma didn’t look up. “what are you even doing?”
you tried to peer over his shoulder but he moved to keep you out of the way. you gasped and wrestled him aside, your shared laughter echoing around the bathroom.
“me first,” he says, finally turning to face you. he leans against the sink counter and brings his arms up to loop around your shoulders.
“sure you can. i trust you.”
all it took was those words for you to carefully kneel in front of him with a marker, placing two perfect dots above his navel for the piercing. the piercing that you, an amateur, were going to be doing.
after perfecting the placement, kenma led you to the bedroom where he laid down on the bed, allowing you to hover over him with the equipment. everything had been cleaned more than once, and you now wore plastic gloves that fit snugly on your hand to keep excess bacteria away.
“i really don’t know about this, babe.” you set the tray down on the bedside table and shook your head.
kenma rolled his eyes, motioning you toward him. with a huff you collapsed onto his stomach, giggling at the heavy breath he let out below you. “you’re not gonna hurt me,” he said after a few moments.
“i know,” you replied “i just don’t want to screw it up.”
kenma brought up a hand to card it through your hair. “you won’t. i already said that i trust you.”
you laid together for awhile longer before reluctantly sitting up to grab the clamp and needle. kenma laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head, lifting up so that he could direct you through the process.
you placed the clamp above his navel and squeezed a small amount of skin together. “ready?” you asked, lining the needle up with the first dot.
“yup,” he said, laying his head flat so it was easier for you to get the needle straight.
“you know, i think it’s actually pretty cool that you do all your piercings yourself.”
kenma gasped as you pushed the needle through his skin. he gaped at you afterward, not expecting you to finish so quickly.
“gotcha,” you said with a wink. you dropped the clamp on his stomach and maneuvered the jewelry in.
yours was done in a similar fashion. kenma was quick and efficient as he lined the dots up and sat you on the bed so that he could push the needle through. you sucked in a breath as it happened, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he threaded the jewelry through and tightened it, wiping the drops of blood away.
you opened your eyes and quickly sat up, pulling him in for a kiss.
“that was kinda hot,” you giggled after pulling away.
kenma stooped back down to kiss you again.
✾ babes has a tongue piercing, and you found out about it the first time you met him because he literally has to show everyone
✾ it’s his pride and joy (second to only you, of course)
✾ and as much as you hate to admit it, the damn thing was actually super attractive
✾ so attractive, that you decided to get one for yourself, much to atsumu’s appreciation
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“fuck, yes! so listen, it’s gonna be like a pinch, but like ya can feel the thing go through yer tongue and it’s like super weird an-”
“ew, okay ‘tsumu, stop.” you made a face at your boyfriend’s details. in response he stuck out his tongue and caught the piercing between his teeth, winking at you.
“give it a week and yer gonna look almost as good as me.”
both you and the piercer snorted. “right,” you replied, scooting toward the edge of your seat.
the piercer sat in front of you, finishing up with some last minute cleaning. you were anxious to get the piercing done. atsumu said it didn’t hurt that much, and even with his endless taunting you believed him.
besides, there was no way you weren’t going to go through with it. not when ‘tsumu just looked so cool with the piercing.
you turned to the piercer and immediately stuck out your tongue. they chuckled and caught it with the clamp, softly squeezing down on the middle. atsumu had his phone out and was filming you, although with the amount of winking he was doing you couldn’t be sure that the camera was actually pointing your way.
“ready?” the piercer asked. you nodded, not able to talk now that your tongue was currently being held outside of your mouth. “one, two…”
you sucked in a breath as the needle slid through your tongue, eyes darting across the room to find atsumu’s phone. as the clamps were taken away and the jewelry was being pushed through, you gave your boyfriend one of his own signature winks. he laughed and finally tucked his phone away, walking over to inspect the job.
you poked your tongue in and out of your mouth a few times, trying to get used to the feeling of the foreign object now sitting in your mouth.
“it’s…” you said slowly. “feels weird.” talking was different now too, as you were scared to accidentally irritate the piercing. atsumu told you that after a few weeks you wouldn’t have to worry so much.
after paying the piercer you met atsumu outside. he was waiting with an iced tea that he bought from the store across the street. you accepted with a smile and sipped slowly.
“lemmie see again,” he said, turning you with a hand on your shoulder.
you brought the drink down and stuck out your tongue as far as it would go, blinking up at him as he looked you over.
“fuck, okay. put that away.”
you snickered as he shook his head and looked away, blush now staining his cheeks.
“now you know how i feel.” your words sounded a little off, but it was getting easier to speak around the jewelry. you brought the tea up and took another sip.
atsumu raised an eyebrow. “really?” you nodded. “shit, i mean… yours looks good.”
atsumu grinned and leaned down. only when his face was centimeters away did you think, quickly turning your head to the side so that a sloppy, wet kiss was landed on your cheek.
atsumu made an irritated noise but you just pointed to your mouth. “no kissing for six weeks, remember?”
his mouth dropped open in surprise, which apparently meant that he didn’t remember. what followed was a string of curses, and then lots of pouting which was only soothed when you grudgingly threaded your fingers together, holding his hand as you walked down the street.
“‘m gonna miss yer mouth, baby.”
you rolled your eyes. “i’m sure you are, ‘tsumu.” truthfully, not kissing your boyfriend for that long was going to be a struggle, but the wait would be worth it. “i’m sure you are.”
✾ you ask tooru to get matching nose piercings with you one day and he absolutely jumps at the idea
✾ literally as soon as you book the appointments he tells everyone in his address book about your plans
✾ literally does so much research about how long it takes to heal, how to care for it, etcetc...
✾ also makes you go first because after all that he's still scared to get it done
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"seriously, tooru?" you stared at your boyfriend in annoyance, ignoring the pout on his face.
“please, (y/n)?” tooru frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “i’m nervous,” he whispered, glancing at the piercer who was standing clear across the room.
“don’t worry, i’m just teasing.” you brought up a hand and patted his cheek. tooru's frown didn't fade, but he followed you farther into the room so that the two of you could talk to the piercer.
after picking out the sizes and colors for jewelry, you sat in the chair and faced the piercer with a smile. you weren't nervous at all, and once they marked your nose with a small dot, you took a breath and closed your eyes. it was quiet in the room, up until tooru let out a small squeak once the needle was poked through your nose.
as soon as your jewelry was in you opened your eyes again, blinking away some tears. you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend who still had his face buried in his hands.
“it’s over, tooru. you can look now.”
slowly he peeked out from behind his fingers and sighed once he realized you were okay. “(y/n)!” he cried. “i was so worried for you. i know you act tough but really you’re just a big baby.”
you let your jaw drop open in surprise, and nearly wrestled yourself out of his hug. “you’re the baby, ‘kawa. i bet you’re going to scream once the needle touches you.”
he didn’t scream, but he did make you hold his hand the entire time. his eyes were squeezed shut too, so you quickly snapped a picture when he couldn’t tell you to wait and then spend ten minutes fixing his hair.
afterward, the piercer handed him a small mirror. he actually smiled when he saw his reflection, and even more surprising, he turned to you and let you take a picture without winking or holding out a ridiculous peace sign.
“so how long is this going to be red for,” he asked the piercer immediately after you had finished. he had gone back to staring in the mirror and was now closely inspecting his nose. you sighed and snatched the mirror out of his hand, ignoring his calls of “(y/n)!” while you finished up with the piercer.
the next few days were torture for you. he couldn’t stop poking at the jewelry or trying to spread some sort of facial cream on it, so you watched him closely to make sure that he let it heal correctly. after some time he actually left it alone, and once the swelling started to go away he began to show it off more and more.
and you almost regretted bringing him along, because the piercing just looked so perfect on him. he chose the smallest stone they had, and it wasn’t even noticeable unless the jewelry caught the light, giving off a subtle sparkle before he turned his head away.
he loved it though, and you loved yours as well so really you didn’t regret it at all.
✾ tendou with a septum piercing tendou with a septum piercing tendou with a septum piercing
✾ please, and literally the day you meet he straight up tells you that you would look good with one
✾ he would say “your nose is the perfect shape” or something just so weird out of nowhere
✾ and what the hell, he was a mutual friend so…
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“want me to hold your hand, (y/n)?” tendou grinned at you from the doorway, wiggling his eyebrows around.
you shot him a look. “no, tendou. i’m actually not worried, thank you very much.”
he laughed, stepping farther into the room. the piercer had gone off to get some cleaning solution, and the two of you were left alone. “maybe i just wanted to hold your hand.” he looked at you seriously, and then shrugged, turning away so that you had to crane your neck behind you to look at him.
he was so strange, you couldn’t really gage what he wanted out of you. since you didn’t know him very well you assumed he was making a joke. still though, you did kinda like him.
“does it hurt?” you asked. he whipped his head around to look at you. “like seriously.”
“ha!” he grinned. “you are nervous!”
you shook your head, and the piercer walked back into the room carrying some equipment. tendou greeted them like an old friend, and the two of them talked while you sat down in the chair and listened.
after a few minutes everything was ready, so the piercer sat in front of you and began to clean your septum. your eyes already started watering, and unfortunately tendou noticed, pointing it out almost immediately.
“scared, (y/n)?” he asked mockingly. you flipped him off, not willing to grace him with a response. he threw his head back and laughed.
the piercer apologized in advanced as they brought up the clamp and squeezed your septum. whether they were joking or not, it did nothing to ease your growing panic, and in a frenzy your eyes found tendou’s. he was watching you with a sort of curiosity, but he must have sensed your unease.
he took two long strides toward you and held out his hand, which you took without giving much thought. the needle pierced through almost immediately after, and you cursed sharply before blinking away the tears that had begun to fall down your face.
the ring was put in after, and with another apology the piercer handed you a tissue box and left the room to wash their hands.
“you did good,” tendou said with a nod. he seemed genuinely proud.
“the clamp was worse than the actual needle,” you said, wiping the rest of your face before setting the box back down. tendou agreed, immediately recounting the story of when he got his piercing done.
tendou didn’t allow you to pay. he slipped the piercer a few bills and dragged you out of the shop before you realized what was happening.
you complained the entire way back to the train station, and he just kept smiling and telling you that it was his idea in the first place, so it was only fair.
“so if i have the idea to get dinner, will you let me pay then?”
he thought it over for a few moments. “probably not, but you could still try.” you rolled your eyes. “is that your way of asking me out?”
the train was almost at your stop, and you knew it could be awhile before you see him again unless you actually made your intentions clear.
“yes,” you said simply. tendou didn’t answer, but he smiled widely and winked at you.
and if you held his hand for the remainder of the the train ride, neither of you mentioned it.
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