➵ HQ BOYS + ‘PULLING THEM IN BY THEIR BELT AND KISSING THEM’ TIKTOK PRANK
characters: (timeskip) iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, ushijima wakatoshi, akaashi keiji
!! warnings: quite suggestive but nothing explicit, i tried to keep this as sfw as possible but uh... y’know :,)
a/n: tumble is testing my limit istg they posted my queue before their time twice in a row. but anyway, this was requested by anon, and i really liked writing it so i hope you guys like it as well <33
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IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ you approach him with a sneaky grin on your face and an ingenious plan on your mind. you hook a finger in his belt loop and pull him close. his eyes widen in surprise and from the close proximity, you can see the smattering of red across his cheeks. “h-hey, what are you doing?” he stutters, face heating up as you inch closer, closing the gap between your lips and his. his hands grip your waist tightly, your body flush against his. your boyfriend’s lips are warm and soft, the quiet growl coming from his throat sending pleasant shivers down your spine. iwa chuckles at your flustered expression, pulling you in for another kiss, tongue hot and teasing against your lips. he presses his body against yours, kneading the skin under the waistline of your pants, a low groan escaping his lips when you gasp in surprise. “don’t be a tease. you won’t know what’s coming for you after i get off from work tonight, angel.” he drawls, eyes dangerously dark, a charming scowl complementing his sharp features.
MIYA OSAMU ➞ osamu just got home from a long day at work when you decided to pull this prank on him. “baby i’m ho-” you didn’t let him finish his sentence before you pull him close, eyes twinkling with mischief. your action catches him off guard, his normally passive expression now gone. “whoa whoa, what’s goin’ on?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. you flutter your eyelashes at him innocently, making him narrow his eyes, suspicious. you lace your fingers together behind his back, lightly grazing your lips against his. his hold on your hips tighten; almost bruising but not quite. “are ya sure you wanna do this right now, ‘cause two can play this game, gorgeous.” he takes a step closer, forcing you to stumble backwards, your back pressed against the counter. osamu traps you in between his arms, breath shallow as he captures your lips in his. the taut muscles of his torso presses firmly against your own, causing feverish heat to rise from your neck and up to your face.









