#futakuchi kenji x you
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🔞 Shower Together 🔞
You didn't really wake up from your sleep. But you could see your awake boyfriend, shirtless, playing on the phone, even in a drowsy state. Abdominal and arm his muscles looked very sexy
Noticing that you were moving, he turned to look at you.
"Good morning sleepy mole" he made fun of you
"Good morning," you said, smacking and stretching.
"What did you sleep but..."
"What time is it?" you asked sleepily
“09.30” he replied
You lay on your back, you covered your face with your arm
"Too early" you muttered
“Come on…enough sleep,” she said, trying to encourage you to get up.
You moan with your back to Kenji
"A little more"
Kenji put his phone down on the nightstand next to him. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was against his bare chest and you could feel his warmth on your own body.
“You know?…I used to dream of you all the time in the shower. How I fucked your beautiful body under the hot water…and how I fucked you”
You had goosebumps as you whispered those nasty words in his ear. His fingertips had taken a little stroll over your arm, and obviously these weren't exactly innocent touches.
“Kenji…stop that” you moaned
He lowered his lips from her ear to her neck. His other hand was playing with your hair. He ran his fingers through your strands of hair.
You felt his warm breath on your neck. You knew you were inhaling your scent
“How warm your neck is. I swear I'll sleep here"
You grabbed his hand that went around his waist and interlocked your fingers with his from above
"My love, please I'm so sleepy"
"Really? I know how to wake you up. This idea may sound nasty to you, but…how about taking a shower together?”
Suddenly your eyes opened. Your previously paleness vanished in an instant. You turned to him and pressed your palm to his face, trying to push him away.
"Pervert!"
“What is it! It's like I've never fucked you before,huh? "
“How can you think of all this in the morning? You're unbelievable!”
“At least I managed to wake you up,” he said, taking her hand on her face and kissing her palm.
Your heart softened when you saw a pair of loving brown eyes staring at you. You smiled at him and slipped into his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest and inhaled his scent.
“Oh Kenji! I can never be angry with you. Your sweetness is enough to calm me down"
"You're lucky to have a cute boyfriend beauty," he said stroking her head and kissing her on the top of her head.
“It would be great if you stopped praising yourself every time.”
Although you were alluding to it, you were attracted by the smell of chocolate emanating from Kenji's body.
“Your fragrance is sweet”
“So you like my scent too?”
"Certainly. How can I not like my boyfriend's scent? Whenever I hug him, his warmth and scent make me feel peaceful”
He kissed you on the forehead. You put your hand on his neck while he was stroking your hair, then you went down to his bubbles, from there you touched his chest, lastly his abs
"Your body is so great. How long did it take you to build these muscles?”
“In 3 months. So that you can sleep comfortably on it"
"You are crazy!"
After smiling at each other, Kenji innocently gave you a kiss on your lips.
“If you like this fragrance, I can give you your secret”
you were worried
"How?"
“I'll show you in the shower. I will wash you with the same shower gel and you will smell like me.
“Oh well okay! I agree."
You got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. Kenji adjusted the temperature of the water. Then he helped you undress. He was already wearing panties, and a worn-out T-shirt.
“Can I help you undress?”
You agreed, "yes"
“Raise your arms,” he instructed you.
You did as he said. You raised your arms and he gently took off your shirt. He had seen you naked before, but this time you were embarrassed. You covered your breasts with your arms
“Hey don't! Why are you depriving me of the twin buns?" he said to you with a grin
"Kenji…okay you've seen me naked before but since it's our first time in the bathroom…I'm a little embarrassed"
“Come on, don't be shy! Take your hands off so I can see your great boobs" and he took off his sweatpants and remained in only white boxer.
"Okay" you said and shyly pulled up your arms and showed her your bare breasts.
Kenji was looking at you with admiration
“You are so beautiful y/n. I wanna squeeze your boobs”
Even three of Kenji's words made his panties wet.
Steam from the hot water enveloped every corner of the bathroom. You would both be considered naked
Kenji took a step towards you before shoving you in the shower. He grabbed her shoulder and brought her head close to her ear
“For me, are you wet again?”
You could feel the speed of your heartbeat outside your chest. There was a spark growing between her legs. You could feel a surge of pleasure coming from your clitoris to your stomach.
Kenji's fingers found your clit through your wet panties. He pressed a little hard, you moaned in momentary pain
“Oh, Kenji…”
“I see you are ready from yesterday. Then take it off so I can see your wetness closely"
"Oh, can't we just do it?"
Kenji chuckled
"Why is that?"
“This…that is so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed that you look at my wetness"
Kenji's patience was slowly running out.
“Oh, you played hard so much, y/n-chan. Anyone who sees it thinks that you will show me your cunt for the first time. They'll think we're both rookie virgins"
You finally agreed and stopped resisting
“Well okay. But don't forget we're in the bathroom. They can hear our voices”
"There's a simple solution to this, honey," he said, and closed the louver of the small air vent in the bathroom.
"That's it. No one can hear us anymore. Come on. Take a shower with me"
You gathered all your courage and took off your underwear in front of each other.
Your genitals were now visible to each other.
You went under hot water. The hot water drops touching your skin made you relax. Then Kenji's slow and passionate kiss increased the level of serotonin secreted in your body.
You were both soaking wet from head to toe. The water gushing from the shower drain was running down your head. Kenji parted his lips from you. You opened your eyes and saw that her cheeks were red.
“Y/n” he said gently, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it.
Then he kissed you a second time passionately and this time more passionately. He stuck his tongue into his mouth while kissing. You were sucking his tongue too, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.
As he pulled his full lips away from yours, you stared at the drool that stretched between you from the tips of your tongues.
Keeping his posture, Kenji reached for the shower faucets and turned off the water. As soon as you turned off the water, the hot air vapor around you suddenly disappeared.
Goosebumps are slowly starting to get goosebumps
“Oh? Kenji I'm…I'm cold" you said wrapping your arms around yourself
A daring grin appeared on his face
"Don't worry. I'll warm you up now."
You thought the softness of his voice would innocently hug you and warm you with his skin, but Kenji's suddenly changed demeanor made you feel like you had been slapped.
"Kneel down!" he said like a commander giving orders to his subordinate
"W-What?" you stammered in surprise
“You heard what I said. I want my dick in your mouth. Suck that!”
He considered the possibility of your hesitation and pressed your head, causing you to get down on your knees.
“If you try to resist, I will force it into your mouth. You either be a submissive bitch and listen to me, or I'll fuck you to death. Now… obey my orders, sweetheart”
Kenji's dominance and authoritarianism was enough to make you shiver. Your sweet boyfriend, who didn't hesitate to fight with you, was turning into a despot when it came to having sex.
If you obeyed him, maybe you could taste another form of sex. So you agreed to follow his orders
"You command, sir," you said to him in submission.
Kenji grinned triumphantly.
“Fine,” he said, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you hard towards him.
"Take that in your mouth!"
You instinctively opened your mouth and took Kenji's hardened erect dick in your mouth. As soon as you took it in your mouth, you were short of breath. He had your dick all up his throat. You made weird noises in your throat, you looked at Kenji with your watery eyes pleadingly.
"Come on! You are a submissive slut.You're not going to ask me to stop, are you?"
You shook your head no
“So suck it up. Throw it all in your mouth,bitch!”
He grabbed his head and pressed it to himself. You could feel his thick, hardened cock in your throat. You started licking your head back and forth.
After a while, Kenji got tired of your slow pace and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. You took your dick out of your mouth
“Speed up! I want to cum”
“But we just started”
He sadistically slapped your in the face and before you knew what it was, you felt his huge dick in your mouth again.
“I told you to speed up! I'm going to cum into your pretty little mouth whether you’d like it or not! Keep on!"
With another slap on your cheek, a red handprint appeared where he had slap.
You did exactly what he said, treating Kenji like an obedient slut.
You continued to suck on Kenji's hardened cock until he ejaculated.
“I'm cumming y/n”
He muttered loudly and groaned, grabbed the back of your head as you ejaculated, pulled you towards him and cum all over your mouth.
You felt your hardened cock soften again in your mouth and coughed as you removed it.
The semen that filled every corner of his mouth flowed into his palms.
“Clean these things up,” he ordered, showing you the semen on the end of your dick.
You carried out your order without question. You cleaned it using your tongue like a cleaning cloth
"Stand up!" and gave you the second order.
You stood up. Kenji brought his index and thumb together between your legs and began massaging his clit back and forth.
You were soaking wet while blowing Kenji and your cunt was very sensitive. You meowed as you felt Kenji's fingers
“How does it feel?”
You couldn't answer with pleasure. Only two words came out of your mouth between your short intermittent breaths.
"So nice"
“Look at you. You're drenched."
He pressed his fingers harder against you. This time he touched your sensitive area. You almost screamed.
“You’re gung ho. Turn around, put your hands on the wall”
He pushes you against the wall and you put your hands on the wall and turn your back on him. You lifted your hips a little to rest against him.
“You are so impatient. I'm not going to get right into it."
He leaned against you from behind and his fingers cupped both of your breasts.
“How soft they are”
He started massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. He squeezed his hardened nipples between his two fingers
“You are hardened. Do you want to cumming from your nipples too? Or do you just want to cum out of your cunt waiting to be fucked? Tell me baby, what do you want?"
You felt his hot breath on your neck. Then she dug her teeth into your delicate skin, leaving you with a feeling of pain and pleasure competing against each other.
He didn't pull his teeth out of your neck until he was bruised.
You couldn't answer their questions, you just groaned that you felt both pain and pleasure.
“I get it, honey. You want me to go your inside. Wouldn't I ever give you what you want?"
He slapped your ass with all his might. Then he entered it for as little as the speed of light. The thick cock that got into the pussy enlarged the walls of the vagina. It started to move quickly inside. Spanking your hips occasionally
“Ohh…Kenji!”
"What are you? Are you cumming right away?" he said mockingly
“I don't think I can hold it”
You got another slap on your hip
“Shut up! You can't ejaculate before I cumming!”
"No!" You were literally crying with pleasure as you pleaded.
He stopped moving inside
"What did you say?" he said in a menacing voice
You took a deep breath and cried out in impatience
“I wanna cum Kenji! Fuck me!”
"So you wanna cum"
He turned you face-to-face again and grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You shivered as your back pressed against the freezing wall. Kenji caught your throat with one hand
“If you want to cum, you hafta look at my face while cumming! Otherwise, the results won’t be good for you.”
You nodded okay. Once Kenji got inside, your vaginal walls tightened again and you started to get more and more wetter.
You could hear the sound of Kenji's skin hitting yours as he moved inside, including cracking sounds from the wetness and sticky vagina.
"Look down! See how I fuck you!”
You hesitated, it was so embarrassing to see Kenji's dick fucked to your cunt. You just wanted to feel the orgasm and enjoy the moment.
“I said, look down!” you insisted
Reluctantly, you lowered your head and saw a thick cock slithering in and out of your vagina. Your pussy was like a fountain, dripping splatteringly.
"It's obvious that you get angry as you go inside, that's how wet you are"
You totally got Kenji's dick in and your moans were a duet as he swung back and forth at top speed.
Your wetness was creaming Kenji's cock. He dug his teeth into your neck and started sucking on your sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure were radiating from every corner of his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back.
He made one last move and went deep inside.
“Take it all, you slut!” she said as she had an orgasm with a flushed face
Warm semen filled her womb. Kenji's cock softened inside, you both gasped at the same time after you screamed for orgasm.
Your heart was beating outside your chest, you could feel your pulse beating in your vagina. 'Cause your vagina was beating like a heart
Kenji slowly lowered you. You had a pain in your lower back and you were not able to walk.
“Oh Kenji! I can't stand up"
“I guess I forced too hard. Do you want me to wash you? And with that scent you love?”
"Okay" you said with a slight smile.
“You will smell like me too”
He gently lifted you up and turned the water back on. He pushed back the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.
You shampooed and lathered each other. Kenji would occasionally place kisses on your shoulder and back as he washed you with soap.
You took a pleasant shower after sex. Then Kenji put you in a bathrobe, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and carried you to bed.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said as he draped the quilt over you.
You replied, "It hurt a little"
"I am sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. Now I'm going to get you a birth control pill. We don't want to encounter a surprise pregnancy, do we?"
"Yes you are right"
He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a glass of water and a birth control pill.
“Drink it” he said, and handed it to you.
You took the pill with the water. Now, the possibility of encountering a surprise pregnancy after unprotected intercourse was minimized.
She dried her hair with a towel wrapped around her shoulder and then picked up her phone on the nightstand.
“I wanted to have a good time with you for an hour, but they didn't give me any rest. The message box is overflowing”
"So you're loved, Kenji," you said with a chuckle.
“They may love me, but I just love you y/n” she said and put the phone down again and reached towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead.
"What would you like to do now? Should we lie in bed and cuddle or watch a movie? If you're hungry, I can eat it too"
You accepted his offer by saying
"Let's do it all in order"
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Forever Mine ♡
Pairing: Aged up!Kenji Futakuchi x fem!reader
WC: 1.3k
Genre: fluff, marriage au
CW: fem!reader, implied short!reader, marriage au, fluff, slight overbearing mother?, mentions of food repeatedly, mention of no father, platonic boob holding
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"Girl, hush, you had a granola bar this morning; you'll be fine!" I heard my mom scold me.
I just stared at her, feeling my stomach growl. "But that doesn't calm my stomach," I pointed out.
Ever since I was little, I have always been a person who could put away a lot of food. And I was getting married to my fiancé in a couple of hours. Which unfortunately meant that in order to not be bloated in my wedding dress, I couldn't eat right this second.
She glared and said, "Calm down. You'll get food when you're done." She spoke, fixing my hair in the mirror.
The idea of food never left my thoughts or stomach.
I could really go for some pizza right now. Maybe I could call the pizza place really quickly without my mom knowing? That is, if I'm ever out of her line of sight.
"I can't believe that you're getting married. It just seems as if I was changing your diapers." My mom wiped away a small tear. She had suddenly got super emotional.
"Mom, you said you weren't going to cry till after the ceremony." I laughed lightly.
"But seriously, I don't like seeing you cry." I gave her a small hug, making sure not to mess up my hair.
"Oh, are the bridesmaids almost done? I want to see how they look." I pulled away from the hug and entered the room connected to mine.
"Good god, you all look wonderful!" I astonishingly said to all of them.
Suddenly, a herd of women surrounded me. And of course, with my short height, I was hardly able to get out of their grasp.
"Do you need help with your makeup? I'll do it for you." I looked at my friend, whom I asked to be a bridesmaid.
"Ah, thank you," I thanked her whilst I grabbing the makeup box.
After about an hour, we all had done almost all of each other's makeup and because I needed something to take my mind off of hunger.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes, dear. Now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a Futakuchi." My soon to be husband said through the door.
I have been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. I wouldn't let him see me till I was walking down the aisle, I didn't want any bad luck on our special day.
However, my smile was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.
"Babe? Are you alright?" I heard him through the door. He couldn't open it obviously, but I could tell he definitely wanted to.
"I'm fine, just hungry." I lightly laughed. If I didn't get food in me quick, I was sure I was going to die.
Hearing no response from Kenji at the door, I furrowed my brows. Getting on my knees, I bent down to see if his shoes were still there from under the door.
Which they weren't, by the way.
Suddenly, a loud gasp made me look up. I saw my mom there, looking as if she was about to scold me for being on the floor.
I silently told Kenji I loved him as I received an earful from the woman who raised me all my life.
"Ah, yes, thank you for that," I awkwardly said to my mother. She sighed and shooed me away, saying something like I should already be in my dress and shoes.
Sorry mom, but I was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels, even if they were gorgeous.
A loud knock sounded throughout the room. The bridesmaids had pulled me into their room as if sensing Kenji was outside that door.
I pressed my ear against the mahogany door while listening. Although, it seemed to be that I was hearing for exactly nothing.
"(Y/n)? You can come out now." I finally heard someone speak, kind of sounding like my mom.
Once my mom said that, I rushed out to see if anything was wrong.
I noticed a pizza box in her hands, she handed it to me.
"Did Kenji get this?" I asked hesitantly, a smile coming upon my cherry-colored lips.
"Yeah, you said you were hungry, so I went and got you my favorite pizza. Enjoy babe." I heard a kissy sound from him through the door, and his foot steps trailed away.
Dear God, I love that man. Which is exactly why I'm going to marry him.
I set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it, not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not. I sure was hungry.
I'll definitely have to thank him for this. I almost died from the lack of food.
"After that piece, I'll save it for you. You need to be in your dress and down the hall in ten minutes." I heard my mom lecture looking at her gold wristwatch, as I shoved the crust into my mouth.
I saluted and licked my fingers, heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands.
"Are you ready?" I saw a plastic bag that held my dress in it.
I nodded and took off my robe, which revealed the embarrassing black lingerie my best friend had put me in.
She said something along the lines of, I should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.
As if I didn't get his attention already. I could hardly stop him from paying attention to me and what was underneath the clothes.
After I slipped on the dress, I was down the hall in a short period of time.
I was met with my mom, who would walk me down the aisle. I mean, who needed a dad anyway?
We hooked arms as I nervously held the bouquet. Even though I've woken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets the knots in my stomach going.
Later, rather than sooner, our vows were said and the celebration of my marriage lasted for hours.
Kenji had been lying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. I love him so much, I truly do, but I was about to snap, it was uncomfortable.
I shifted, trying to move his head so it would be lying between them instead.
"Why are you moving? Are you uncomfortable?" He looked up sweetly at me.
I glared at his handsome face, which pissed me off even more than his big ass head.
"Your fat head is hurting my boobs," I whined, shoving his head down to my mid-gut.
"You could have just said so; let's switch places then." He laughed softly, putting my comfort over his.
Right as I was about to question him, he had flipped us over. Where I had my back against his chest instead.
I snuggled my back into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that I was comfortable and happy.
We got married two months ago, but yet he still says dumb shit like this.
"I can massage them for you." I could almost feel the smirk on his face.
I tore my eyes off the screen and just stared at him. How the hell is someone so perfectly annoying?
"As much as I'd like that, I'm watching a good movie right now, babe." I pointed it out, shifting so I could have more cover.
"Can I hold them then? They're always really warm." He commented, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
Before I could comment, his hands slipped under my shirt, and I felt his extremely large hands hold my breasts.
This was some kind of 'normal' thing we would do. However, it most likely didn't seem as normal as he thought.
"Kenji?" I mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.
He hummed to answer, and I could feel the small vibration through his chest.
"I love you."
He pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body in a tight hug, "I love you too, baby."
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[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]
"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."
You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."
"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.
You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"
"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."
With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"
His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"
"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."
"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."
The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"
"What do you think I said?"
"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.
"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.
"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.
You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."
"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.
"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.
You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."
"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."
"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.
Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."
You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."
He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"
"Oh my God."
"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."
You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."
"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.
"What point are you trying to make here?"
His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"
You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"
"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."
"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.
He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"
"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.
"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."
A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."
"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."
You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"
The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."
"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."
He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"
"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.
"You followed me!"
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Random haikyuu headcanons x you
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Hinata
Hinata listens to the song"I want to be tall" by Jenna Marbles everyday in hopes that it will help him grow taller. Someday he hopes his dream will finally come true. It is kind of hilarious to you actually, but you don't have a heart to laugh at your cute little boyfriend. You sometimes want to cry, because he tells you about his insecurity (being short) and you comfort him and hug him all day ><
Oikawa
In his free time, Oikawa coaches his nephew and other children at Little Tykes Volleyball Classroom. Your heart melts at the sight of him with kids. He is just so good with them. You accidentally think him with your own family and shook your head flustered. He somehow understands your thoughts and teases you about it. (Takeru has a 'crush on you' and they always fight over you T-T)
Futakuchi
Futakuchi's current concern is that he has to go get his wisdom teeth pulled.
One day when his jokes got a little too far you kicked him out of your door and slammed your door literally in his face. His wisdom teeth just pulled out like that.
Aone
Aone shaves off his eyebrows to intimidate his opponents. He sometimes regrets his decision, but he's in too deep to back out. You told him that he shouldn't do that and he agreed with you. Once at the park you met the shocking Hinata. "no eyebrows.. Has now eyebrows!!"
Kageyama #1
Sometimes Kageyama bathes in milk. He believes it gives him a deeper connection with that sweet cow juice. So the fridge is always without milk and you have to buy it every. Single. Day. You are sweet towards him and don't say anything about his weird habit. He really appreciates that.
Kageyama #2
Kageyama gets the feeling that animals dislike him even though he likes them. One day when you two were walking together. Small little kitten came up to you and started hugging your leg. You chuckled and patted It's head. When you looked up you saw Kageyama with the sparkles in his eyes. You chuckled and told him he should pat it too. When his shaky hands met the soft fur, he couldn't stop the small smile from escaping his lips.
Nishinoya
the only type of movie Nishinoya will watch is over-the-top action, where he usually yells in excitement in the middle of the film and you kick him out of the room, but he keeps yelling on downstairs.
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Hey sweetheart *slides cheesecake* could you please make headcanons of Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa with Author Novelists S/O with Crime Fiction Genre? (Like Sherlock Holmes)
Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji and Koganegawa Kanji with Crime Fiction Novelists S/O
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A/N: Oooh Cheesecake! Thank you, Anon for giving me a Cheesecake! You know me so well that I love Cheesecake (>.>). Also, I bet you read my KNB headcanons with Novelist S/O. I'm glad you enjoy it and requesting me and I hope you like the final result.
warning: Profanity from Futakuchi and Kyoutani.
gender: neutral
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Aone Takanobu - Date Tech
I know it's not canon that Aone is a book lover but hear me out. I think he is low-key and enjoys reading books but not in the heavier genre as he prefers something light like teen fiction, Slice of life romance, comedy, or any lighter novel books.
He is actually really proud of you that he has an Author S/O who is very creative and has a gut to create some heavier genre of fiction despite his not really being a big fan of it.
He wouldn't tell you directly that he is proud of having such a successful Author S/O but damn he is really obvious about it because he would buy a bunch of flowers for you.
If you don't really like Flowers, he would definitely give you something you like and prefer (Probably like your favourite brand of chocolate, plushies, etc.)
Blushes red if someone mentions that he's lucky for having such a creative, great, successful and amazing S/O who can write amazing books.
Sometimes would help you with writing but not in the part where there's a crime scene. He would be helping you more with grammatical errors, spelling, vocabulary and such.
I am going, to be honest with you and I'm sorry about it. I don't think he would help you with giving ideas because I believe stories that have heavy topics can make him uncomfortable so he would just gonna watch you work.
Overall, Aone is very supportive and sweet despite you are writing a really heavy theme book. If you are tired, he would definitely prepare a cup of tea or coffee for you to relax.
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The screen of the computer was bright despite the room being illuminated by darkness with a small source of light from the lamp on top of your table. (Y/N) (L/N), one of the most successful authors in Japan for writing crime fiction with a great plot twist and depth story that could make anyone get excited when solving the mystery.
Their/ Her/His hair was unkempt, tangled, and reeked of sweat even though you didn't go out a lot. Underneath your eyes, there were eye bags that were quite large and this pitiful form of yours was clearly because you had not rested. (Y/N) did not want a book with just a basic ending, no. You wanted more than just a book with a generic ending as readers could expect it and you wanted a surprise element inside of the book. Hence, as a result of trying to come up with any great ideas, you had not gotten any rest.
From behind the door that was moving ajar slightly, a pair of eyes staring at you but despite it seems it has no emotion in his eyes, the male was worried about your current condition. The male was standing there in silence and his large calloused hands pushing the door away whereas the other hand are holding a cup of your favorite hot beverage.
Hearing the sound of the door creaking, both of your eyes shifted immediately and glancing at your partner. Despite his intimidating stare, you know that is just your boyfriend resting face and you couldn't help but smile seeing Aone being so caring.
Aone carefully places the cup on top of the table without spilling any drops, "Awww, did you make this for me? Thank you so much, baby," (y/n) coos, teasing the taller male lightly whose cheeks turning red after he heard those words escapes from your mouth and it did not escape from the certain (E/C) eye colour as Aone facing away, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"You're.....welcome" You almost couldn't hear him.
However, it did not last long because the giant middle blocker noticed that your skin was getting paler than before and both of your eyes were bloodshot from staring at the computer screen for more than an hour. The shadow cast upon his gaze as his pupil shited to you, making the poor (Y/N) shrink in fear seeing his silent glare.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask.
"...Rest, or you will get sick. You can write later," he simply says.
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Futakuchi Kenji - Date Tech
I am sorry but I don't think he is the type that reads novel books and he prefers Comic books to Novels. Even if he reads novels, he would get bored easily and only read novels that have little pages instead of thick ones.
But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be supportive. He would help you but in his own way and can be a little bit of a prick instead of being gentlemanly like Aone.
Despite that he sometimes can be a little bit of a jerk and tease you, he doesn't mind helping you by giving some kind of ideas when you're writing a crime scene for your novel.
Would help you with your grammar, pronunciation and good ideas to be inserted in your story but also would throw snarky remarks here and there just for shit and giggles.
Of course, you're not gonna just stand there and let him bully you like an idiot. There would be a time you would flick his forehead or flip a bird to him, easing an 'OI!' from him.
He doesn't admit it but he is super proud that he has an amazing author s/o which are you, especially your speciality in making mystery and crime fiction.
Definitely bragging about you to his friends and rubbing it in their faces when you are not around, "(Y/N) is more creative than you, she/he/they can create a better story than you."
Oh? You're one of the most successful authors? Yeah, he would definitely be getting even cockier and rubbing it at everyone's faces, especially to Kamasaki even if he was older than him.
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A guy with a pair of brown eyes glances at the screen from the phone, seeing the particular person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour. Standing on top of the stage with bright smiles across their/her/his face. In their hand, there is a golden achievement with their/his/her name printed on the bottom on the bottom of the trophy.
Seeing (Y/N) standing there with a proud smile on their face made the certain captain of Date Tech's heart swells with happiness. He was proud that his S/O got the goal they/she/he had desired, it was their/her/his dream to become one of the most recognized authors in the country and you had gotten that goal.
It was no mistake that it needs a lot of hard work and every step feels like a thorn prickling on the skin of your feet. The news did not only reach his eyes but also reached his ex-teams from the volleyball. It was proven as his phone rang out of nowhere and he picks the phone up.
"SENPAI!! IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR WIFE/HUSBAND GOT AN AWARD AS THE BEST CRIME FICTION AUTHOR!?!" It was Koganegawa.
"No need to shout and yes. My wife/husband got the award of the best author," You could see his smug smile despite he was on the call and no one sees it.
"THAT'S SO AWESOME! EVERYONE IN THE TEAM NEEDS TO KNOW!" and the voice line just cut off like that.
But the silence did not last long enough until his chat was bombarded with everyone's chat. Including Aone who only gave the emoticon of a trophy, a smiling face, an arrow and a guy/girl which can be translated as 'Congrats for your S/O.' It was not only the middle blocker, but everyone who used to be a volleyball player in the Date-Tech asking poor Futakuchi.
Especially Kamasaki, "OI, FUTAKUCHI. IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR S/O JUST GOT AN AWARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL EVERYONE! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US!" Despite it being just a text, Futakuchi could imagine the sandy blonde third-year player yelling at him before he texted back.
"Why? It's not that important for guys like you to know how great my wife/husband is," he texted back before pressing his thumb down on the send button, the corner of his lips tugged upwards after sending that little mischievous text to his ex-team mate.
Yeah, we cannot forget how much of a salt he is after the salt tower from Karasuno.
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Koganegawa Kanji - Date Tech
Another one, I don't think Koganegawa is the type that likes to read Novels and prefers Comic books because he thinks Novels are much more boring and hard to understand.
Koganegawa definitely doesn't even understand the word that you typed inside of your book when you need his opinion on certain things.
He's just gonna give you a big bright smile and a thumbs up, loudly shouting 'YOU'RE DOING GREAT, (Y/N)-CHAN!" after reading the book and not understanding anything inside of it.
I am very sorry, but I don't think he's smart as Futakuchi so he couldn't help much in helping you write down a story or helping you with grammar, pronunciation, and ideas.
He does try his best tho to support you in your writing career, even tho it's not as helpful as Aone. As an Extrovert, he had tons of friends so he would try to promote your book to his friends.
He also brags about you being a successful crime fiction author to his friends but without throwing snarky comments or being arrogant like Futakuchi.
"LOOK, GUYS!! MY S/O JUST MADE THIS BOOK! ISN'T THIS GREAT?! YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK GUYS!" without realizing that he was being too loud.
Also would definitely watch if your book got adapted into a movie even though he ended up not understanding the plot of the story, just thinking it was cool when there is a fighting scene.
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Sweat trickled down from the scalp of his head and a pair of dark brown eyes with small dilated pupils saw the screen of the phone. Watching his s/o steps going up to the stage before they/she/he was given a trophy of an award for becoming the best crime fiction author.
His smile was large and his eyes were twinkling brightly as if there were stars in them. Seeing Koganegawa excited causes the other teammate of Sendai frogs to look at the certain blonde with a dark brown tuft in wonder. Thinking 'What made Koganegawa so happy?' and 'Why he is so excited? We haven't had our play with the other team, yet.' across their minds.
"..Oi, Angry bird. Why the fuck you're smiling like an idiot?" The man that looks like a tennis ball asks Koganegawa.
"Hmm? Oh, Hey Senpai! I'm smiling because my girlfriend/boyfriend got the award as one of the best authors!" Koganegawa ignored Kyoutani's insult.
"...Who's your girlfriend/boyfriend?" The ex-middle blocker of Karasuno asks.
"TSUKKI!! IT'S (Y/N) (L/N)-SAN! SHE/HE/THEY ARE THE BEST AUTHOR IN THIS COUNTRY! YOU SHOULD READ HER/HIS/THEIR STORY!" Koganegawa shoves the screen of his phone in front of Tsukishima's face who immediately flinch since Koganegawa just got up to his personal space without thinking twice.
Kogane's voice did not only make Tsukishima and Kyoutani flinch because of the volume of his voice but it also attract other people who were also inside the room.
"So...what kind of story that they made?" Tsukishiam raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"I don't know...all I know is that her/his/their book was adapted into a movie and it has many cool scenes! Especially all of the fighting scenes!" Kogane states proudly about your book.
Koganegawa's answer, of course, made the ex-middle blocker of the Karasuno raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit in confusion whereas Kyoutani just scoffs and walks away from the scene. "O-oi! I'm not finished! She/he/they made that popular book with (Title name)! You should see it, Kyoutani Senpai!" Koganegawa yells, trying to tell him one of your most popular fiction.
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Pleased to see me?
summary: a sequel to 'people pleaser', a time-skip into the future where you and Futakuchi are, finally, together.
You're humming a song on the balcony when you get attacked, two long arms wrapping themselves around you. You don't even bother to look and instead continue hanging your clothes and Futakuchi's work clothes.
"How are you feeling?" He groans into your shoulder and tightly hugs you, making your back slightly crack.
"Hungover," he lightly kisses your neck, feeling ticklish with his soft hair touching you, "I didn't even drink that much."
"Well, you clearly don't remember doing a shot competition with Kamasaki."
"I remember winning," his comment makes you laugh as you clip your underwear onto the wire. Futakuchi walks, more like limps, to your outdoor chair and essentially falls on it, not noticing the hot coffee next to it.
"I remember a drunk phone call and picking up a drunk man," you say, giving a grin as he stretches and nods. "And said drunk man attacking me with kisses.
He gives his classic grin. It's cocky, arrogant and you want to kiss it.
"I would hardly call it an attack if you were so into it," you gasp.
"You have zero proof."
"The hickey," he pulls down his t-shirt to show a purple, and rather big, hickey on his collarbone, "right here, is great evidence."
"Anyone could've done that," he laughs at your comment, suddenly noticing your coffee and drinking it, making a face over it's bitterness. "Hey, that's mine."
"What happened to tu casa, es mi casa? Also, add more sugar to your coffee, you psycho."
"It's the other way around, mi casa es su casa." You laugh as his face drops, he hated when you corrected him on 'stupid stuff that...'
"Whatever, only nerds know how to say shit correctly."
After being together for almost 6 years, you could essentially read his mind. Futakuchi bathes in the soft sunlight, the warmth feeling nice on his face. It reminds you of school for some reason, you feel nostalgic as you remember highschool. You and Futakuchi going to the beach despite his complaints of how hot it was and how summer sucks.
"Do you remember how we got together?" He snorts, opening his eyes to look at you, serious and stoic.
"Of course, you were undeniably in love with me and confessed to me immediately," your shocked face makes him laugh before you throw a wet shirt to his face.
"I hate you," you catch it as he throws the shirt back and you hang it angrily.
"And I still love you," he says, despite his teasing nature, the words were genuine and rare. Futakuchi preferred to show his affection through actions so you felt your face heat up as he says that sentence. "What? Cat got your tongue."
Ah, but he was still a dick. He sighs and looks outside, grandmas getting their exercise, kids playing hopscotch, mums catching up. He wanted to be in bed with you a bit longer, you were his heater after all.
"Well, from my amazing memory, you snooped around my room while I was getting us snacks and you found my stupid love letter." He grumbles, cheeks slightly red.
"I was not snooping!" You laugh at his outrageous allegations, "you told me to get your notebook which was 'somewhere on your desk'. I didn't think that a love letter would be in your drawer."
"Well, the notebook was on my desk, you're just blind."
"Mhmm, that's weird, because I remembering perfectly reading the words 'to y/n, who one day I will talk to'." Futakuchi jumps up and puts his hand on your mouth, his face very red now.
"Shut up." You're laughing and lick his hand, he moves his hand quickly and pinches your cheek, he hates how it reminds him of his mum. "It's embarrassing."
He walks away, sulking on the chair as he folds his arms. You smile at his childishness, he really doesn't change.
"No, it's not." You walk towards Futakuchi and sit on his lap sideways, his eyes turning to yours while his hand grabs your outer thigh, creeping to your butt. "I'm so glad I found that letter."
"Really?" His voice is again genuine and you remember why you love Futakuchi Kenji; despite his superficial confidence and overall asshole-ness, he still desired reassurance and love just like anyone else.
"Of course," you lean in, letting your nose graze his softly, "If I had never found it, who phone would you call at 2am when you're drunk?"
"Your mum's probably," your face drops and you walk off as he laughs at his own horrible joke.
"You're horrible," you try to hide your smile as he creeps up and helps you hang the clothes.
Futakuchi whistles a song in the kitchen, making pancakes as you do a deep clean in living room, wiping every surface with dust on it. His headache is almost gone after the strong coffee, medicine and much needed water, all thanks to your nagging 'it'll get worse if you don't take it!"
A smile appears as he thinks of you. He flips a pancake successfully, letting it softly sizzle. He stays at your apartment every weekend as he's busy during the week with work and volleyball but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to wake up with you next to him, dinner felt so lonely without you there, he wondered what started this sudden need of wanting to live with you.
"I can't believe you still aren't living with her, you're already 23." Kamasaki says, slurring his words. Futakuchi just clicks his tongue in annoyance.
"What's wrong with having our own spaces?"
"Someone is gonna scoop her up, at work or at a bar," Kamasaki says, as if he's a wise monk, sipping his water. "She's probably waiting for you to ask."
"My lease is ending soon," he hums as Kamasaki orders 6 more shots of vodka while Aone & Koganegawa are already asleep.
You smell the sweet pancakes and lean your head to the kitchen, where your boyfriend is in his own thoughts, looking outside. He's wearing the stupid green shirt that just says, 'I'm good in bed, I can sleep all day' and black boxers that have a white text saying 'Let's speedrun sex'. You remember his disgusted face when he received those gifts and his annoyed voice saying 'what a useless gift'. You can't help but snort at his terrible lies and how he ends up using those boxers over his Calvin Klein any day.
"We should move in together," you raise a brow at his random suggestion, he just turns, giving you a nonchalant look, "what?"
"We basically already are with how often you visit," you laugh, sitting at the dinning table, looking at your phone ring with your friend's messages
"Who's that?" Futakuchi asks fast, and while he knows it just your friends complaining how they can't find a decent man, he lives to bother you.
"My side-chicks," you give a side glance and see how Futakuchi nods his head, his face unbothered.
"Damn, I'm fucking starving. Good thing I made all these pancakes for me, and me only."
"Oh my god, you little shit," you laugh at his childness and run to the kitchen where he is, giving him a low hug. Futakuchi tries to remove last night's images from his head, however if getting a boner was an Olympic sport, he would be getting gold. "Don't be like that, you're my favourite side-chick, Kenji."
"I hate you." He tries to not smile as you hug harder, making it harder to balance the twelve pancakes on his plate.
You're both on your comfy velvet couch, it wasn't really comfy but you insisted that it was cheap and long enough for Futakuchi's 'freakishly long legs'. An ad appears for a perfume, a grey-haired model performing, what appears, heart surgery.
"If you look into the heart, you'll see Lev Haiba's Heartless."
"That's gotta be one of the worst perfume ads in history." Futakuchi snorts with you, your head laying on his shoulder.
"If you looked into my heart, it would just be you," you're almost in shock to hear those words come out of Futakuchi's mouth.
“That’s so cringey” you start laughing, loudly and it reminds Futakuchi of highschool, when you hanged out with Mai and would laugh loudly. However, he decides to just tackle you on the sofa, he’s body on top of yours as you continue to laugh and heave. He starts tickling you, first attacking your ribs.
“So mean to me, y/n," his hands are tickling your sides while his mouth is right under your ear, fanning your neck. You can’t stop squealing and he pinches your butt before ticking your inner thigh, your vital weak point.
“Stop stop stop,” you plead, tears threatening to come out as you continue to laugh.
He feels a sense of deja-vu, as if this has happened before.
“What’s the safe word?” He says
“Oh my god, please stop,” you kick him on the side and it almost annoys you how he laughs at your attempt to kick him.
"Nope. I'm pretty sure we used it last night," his evil smiles come out.
"I hate you," he stops as he looks into your eyes, a devilish glint coming out. His arms resting on your boobs like he's 17 again.
"No, you don't." You give a stupid smile before giving him a quick kiss.
"No, I don't."
He won’t tell you about the fact that he bought a new apartment, right in the middle between his work and yours, how it's animal-friendly and how there's a spare room for his annoying mum. It was a tough choice, an apartment or a ring but he needs to know if you'll still love him after seeing his way of folding clothes.
Maybe he’ll tell you on the trip you two are going on soon for your 6-year-anniversary.
#futakuchi x reader#hq futakuchi#futakuchi kenji#haikyuu#holy shit#been editing this for the past months#but I'm in love with this man#AHH thank you for reading:)
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Hello hazel (can I call you hazel?) Is it too late to participate in your lyric ask game? If not, can I please request one?
Cherry Blossom by Kacey Musgraves/Honey by Derivakat/Daydreaming by Chris Wallace
futakuchi knows he can run his mouth better than most people. what he doesn't know is how easily you're able to throw those same barbs right back at him. at first it confuses him - you confuse him. but he soon finds himself looking forward to trading words with you, playful conversations that turns into sharing laughs and inside jokes. before he knows it, he's absolutely enchanted by you.
STATUS: leaving this indefinitely OPEN.
#thank you for participating!!!#and of course you can call me hazel!#i hope you enjoy this#lyric ask game#hazel.writes#haikyuu#futakuchi x reader#futakuchi kenji
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listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these
everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;
pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader
word count 3.5k
synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together.
content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted)
prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite
Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week.
Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it.
The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.
He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—
“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides.
She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks.
“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.”
She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again.
He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.
“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game.
“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up.
“What?”
“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.”
When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude.
“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.
“I was here first. You should move.”
You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away.
You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business.
Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man.
“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression.
Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker.
“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute.
“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had.
His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners.
Silence.
This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill.
He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around.
Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.
“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get.
His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed.
“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin.
“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat.
“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.
“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor.
“You sure?” He asks.
“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun.
(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)
“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.”
“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers.
“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?”
“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side.
“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”
You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”
“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.”
You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation.
“What’s so funny?”
You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?”
He blinks. “I told you the truth.”
He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down.
“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to.
“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.”
“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out.
“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”
You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.”
“The truth?”
“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.”
“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?”
“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious.
He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?”
“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”
“It’s polite.”
“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.”
Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute.
“What do you mean by that?”
“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.”
We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—
a pause, hesitation, reluctance
—friends.
He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze.
“She told me we’re friends.”
“And?” You press him for more information.
“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”
You make a face.
“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.”
He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.”
“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.”
“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.”
“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?”
“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.”
“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?”
“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?”
Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice.
“Those are your solutions?”
You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making.
“So, what about your other problems?”
“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.”
“What’s so problematic about that?”
“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.”
“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?”
“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.”
He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever.
“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under.
Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry.
He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.
“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment.
“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside.
“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.”
Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.
“Let me walk you home, then.”
“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.”
“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.”
You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”
“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?”
“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.”
In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring.
“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry.
Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”
“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking.
You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.
“Kato?” He repeats.
“Yes, that’s his name.”
“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod.
Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.
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Tooth Extraction
You had a new relationship with Kenji. It's only been two weeks since the two of you started dating
You were already close friends before you started dating.
You bought coffee at the corner coffee shop after school and then went to the nearby park. You drank your coffee and went for a walk.
Then you started getting closer. Kenji was the first to initiate the rapprochement. He slowly pulled you into his arms and hugged you.
You wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was between his shoulder and neck. You could smell it and it made you dizzy. It had a light and fresh fragrance.
You then started stroking each other's faces and kissing each other on the cheek. After kissing your nose, Kenji moved closer to your lips and whispered to you.
“Y/n…do you love me?”
Your heartbeat was accelerating, and you could hear his heartbeat quickening at the same time as yours.
You answered “yes”
You kissed him on the cheek again, but his lip ended at the corner of yours, and your lips interlocked at the speed of light.
Afterwards
"I love you too" he said to you
You were a little embarrassed kissing. Your saliva was mixing. Kenji's lips were soft. You could kiss for hours.
Your hand went to her hair and you stroked her head as she kissed you
This is how you first got close and started dating. It had started to rain as you two were returning home. Fortunately, Kenji had an umbrella with him. As soon as Kenji opened the umbrella, you were right under the umbrella.
He drove you home and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before saying goodbye to you.
This is how you started dating. Now you were setting the day for your first date. Kenji thought it would be better if you agreed on this together. You would definitely talk about it. You wanted to remind your boyfriend one more time before deciding on the day. you texted him
“Kenji. When can we meet? We were going to set a date for our date together, remember?"
“Oh! No, of course I didn't. But I forgot to tell you something"
"What?"
“I had my wisdom teeth extracted. I can't speak right now. The effect of the anesthesia has just worn off. It hurts so much. So it's okay if we delay it to next week?"
“Oh it can't be. Get well soon. Lower or upper teeth?
"Lower. I had a risky surgery. The area where the tooth was extracted covers the nerves that start from the ears and converge in the jaw. There was a chance that my nerves would break. If it broke, I probably wouldn't be able to feel my lip for a lifetime or at most for 1 year.
"Really? Unbelievable! But you said the anesthetic wore off. How is your situation now?”
"Thank god. I don't have any numbness in my lip. I just spat blood in the sink. My tooth still hurts. I'm going to take painkillers now. I can't even open my mouth, let alone speak."
"My dear. Will you get well soon? I already miss you so much"
"I miss you a lot too. As soon as you get better, I'll hug you tight on our first date"
“You can hug whatever you want. Now get some rest. Don’t wander around the house too much, your blood circulation will accelerate and your bleeding will increase.”
"You are right. I'm already in bed right now. I also keep ice so that my cheeks do not turn bruises.
“I'll tell you what. I can come and make you some soup tomorrow if you want. I guess there's no harm with play hooky for only one day. You’re worth it”
"You're not kidding, are you?"
“No, why would I joke? As your girlfriend, I want to take care of you Kenji"
“It would be nice if you came. If you come, I will have to communicate with you by writing in the notebook”
"No problem. Even if you can't talk, I understand you. See you tomorrow"
"See you later. I love you. Good night"
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Actually this based on my experience.
When i extracted my lower wisdom tooth,
i couldn’t talk for 3 days. I felt like myself i’m mute. It was too bad. :(
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Rejection?
Aone x reader
@gosen-v
Aone hadn’t noticed the letter yesterday, and he felt bad that you’d had to wait to know you made a mistake. If he knew which of the lockers near him had been your target, he would’ve dropped it in for you himself, but he didn’t want to risk another mistake. So instead he found you on your way to first period.
“Hey, Aone!” You grinned, and he wondered if you were still cold from being outside, the red still visible in your cheeks as you looked at him. Your eyes alighted on the envelope in his hands, opened, and you opened your mouth to say something when he shoved it into your hand. He didn’t want you to be upset with him for reading it- but it hadn’t been addressed! He hadn’t realized what it was, at first, and then he finished it just to know what he lacked that you liked someone that wasn’t him. But your fingers slowly clasped around it, “Oh… okay, thanks, Aone. I’ll see you at practice, I guess.” You walked away, but Aone wasn’t sure why you looked so upset. Shouldn’t you be glad that you’d be able to give it to the right person now? He wished he could make you smile. You were usually always smiling when you left his company. Were you that embarrassed that he read it?
You weren’t sure why you thought the letter was a good idea. He had always been nice to you, but he was nice to everyone even when they were afraid of him. You supposed now that you just read too much into it. Aone didn’t owe you his affection, he probably had a lot of confessions yesterday and didn’t want to make you think he was open to your affection. Maybe he accepted another’s first. He was late with the rejection- but you hadn’t managed to get the letter into his locker until he was practice. You had to claim a teacher held you up when the coach wondered why you were late. Sighing, you sat down in class next to Futakuchi, who immediately was raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, what is this? Where’s the excitement I’m always complaining about?”
“What’s there to be excited about?” You answered stubbornly, glaring at the letter before stuffing it into your pocket, only to pull it back out and try to rip it- but he snatched it out of your hand.
“Nu- uh. No. You are not chickening out of this. You talked my ear off for hours about writing this stupid thing.”
“Can’t chicken out when you’ve already been rejected.” You shot back, moving to take it back, but he held it further away.
“What the hell do you mean?” He glared at the letter, knowing how you felt- but also knowing how Aone felt. “Did you write something stupid in here?”
“What? No! I wrote it exactly like we talked about! And even if I didn’t, does it matter? He still rejected it!” You paused, slumping into your seat, “He rejected me.”
Futakuchi spent all day trying to figure out how it happened. Why would Aone reject you? The boy was half in love with you before you became their manager, and Futakuchi felt like everyone could see the heart eyes perpetually stuck to his stone face when he looked at you. So he asked Obara. “Any idea why? Like Y/N wrote this letter- I didn’t expect a rejection!”
“You got rejected because of a letter Y/N wrote?” The two of them turned to see Koganegawa standing, clueless expression on his face.
“No, idiot, Y/N wrote the letter and-“
“So Y/N got rejected??? Who would reject Y/N??” The first year setter’s voice echoed around the club room, stunning the rest of the team into silence.
Aone turned to stare at them, before he actually spoke, “I hope it is not because I read it.”
Futakuchi’s eyebrows shot up, “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t you have read it?”
“I believe Y/N made a mistake in locker numbers. I gave it back.”
“Oh, Aone, you absolutely stupid tower of a guy.”
When Koganegawa burst into the gym, it was nothing out of the ordinary to you.
At least until he opened his mouth.
“Y/N! Captain says someone rejected you! That’s not possible, right!?”
Oh, you were going to murder Kenji slowly.
Ignoring Koganegawa, you continued getting the gym ready, moving through the list of things you needed to do, but as you finished you realized the rest of the team still wasn’t present. “Kanji, go get the others. Practice was supposed to start almost ten minutes ago.”
“Aye, aye!” Finally pausing in theories of how it happened, the tall boy ran to the club room, only for you to hear Futakuchi yelling at him to shut the door.
Stomping over, you threw it open, “Kenji, you can’t still be changing! Practice is-“ You paused, sure enough they were not still changing. Instead, they were all crowded around Aone as he sat on the bench in front of a pen and paper, “Are you guys having a study session or something?”
Everyone was frozen as they stared back at you, before Aone stood, holding the paper out to you as he bowed. The first thing you caught at the top was an apology.
“Aone, really, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have gotten so sensitive. You don’t need to apologize for rejecting my confession.”
He just thrusted the paper in your direction again, so you took it with a sigh.
Reading it made you realize that he hadn’t known the confession was for him- and you realized you had never actually written his name on it. You slapped a hand to your face, “I’m an idiot.”
“No.” His deep voice spoke quietly before a soft smile graced his features, “You are very nice.”
Futakuchi walked up, slapping the original letter into Aone’s chest, “Here you go, big guy. Now let’s get to practice.”
“Yeah, about that,” You turned to your best friend with a sharp glare, “You mind telling me how Koganegawa knew about my supposed rejection?”
The captain ran, and as you moved to chase him, Aone caught the back of your jacket and held you in place. He spoke quietly when you glanced back at him, “Maybe let him go this once. He helped in the end.”
You conceded with a nod as you smiled at him, “Fair point, big man. How about we take a trip to that book store I was telling you about after practice? I’m pretty sure they have that series you were reading.” He nodded, giving you a brief but crushing hug before he followed the team to the gym.
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Hihi! If your fine with it, Can I request part 2 of anonyance? I swear I can’t find Yan!Futakuchi fics anywhere in tumblr give my boy some love too 😭
Also can I be 💭 or 🥞 anon?
I am more than fine with it, my precious anon! And I don’t really keep track of anons officially, but you can be either of those!
And this is more than a drabble than anything.
Title: Annoyance (Part 2)
Pairings: Futakuchi Kenji x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing
Summary: You’ve always found Futakuchi annoying, but he’s only gotten worse since you caught his attention.
Part 1: here
annoyance
/noun/
a thing that annoys someone; a nuisance
“That was a great first date, right?” Futakuchi asked, a smug grin spreading across his face. “I rocked your world, didn’t I?”
“It was alright,” you said vaguely.
“Alright?” Futakuchi spluttered, looking highly offended, “Stop being stuck up and admit it- you loved this date.”
“Stuck up?” Your voice raised.
“That’s not what I-” Futakuchi looked frustrated, running a hand through his hair. You had to admit, he was handsome, especially all dressed up like he was.
But God almighty, was he annoying.
The date had been nice- the restaurant he had picked was fancy, but not too expensive. He had paid the bill with a grin on his face that just begged for you to tell him how impressed you were.
It was the talk during the meal that you truly didn’t like. Futakuchi was infuriating. He spent the entire time talking about how great he was and all of his accomplishments. He barely even took a breath, much less a goddamn bite of his food.
The dinner lasted forever because of his incessant yapping, but you managed to tune him out a half hour in, focusing entirely on your meal. He never once even asked if you were enjoying yourself.
“Listen, the date would have been more than ‘alright’ if you had just shut up about yourself,” you explained.
Futakuchi opened his mouth as though to say something, then closed it again. He looked genuinely at a loss, as though he couldn’t believe you truly didn’t enjoy your date with him.
“Well, I have to go,” you sighed, turning away from him. He grabbed your wrist.
“Where are you going? I have to drive you home.”
“No, I’m just going to grab an uber. Thanks for tonight, I guess.”
Futakuchi’s eyes flashed and when he next spoke, it was through gritted teeth, “Why are you making this so difficult? I’m doing this for us.”
“Us?” You couldn’t hold back a derisive laugh, “What ‘us’? There is no ‘us’.”
His grip on your wrist tightened until it was painful, “You threw that ball at my face, remember? You’re the one who started this.”
You managed to yank your wrist from his grip and glared at him, “What the hell is wrong with you? Listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have thrown the ball at you.”
Futakuchi made another grab for your arm but you stepped out of his reach. He pulled his lips back into a sort of snarl, and glared at you, “This is your fault, so take some fucking responsibility.”
You threw your hands up into the air, “I just did, you stupid asshole.”
A sudden vulnerability etched its way across Futakuchi’s face as he reached out for your arm once more, gentler this time, “Look…just…”
He looked up at you with watery eyes, “You don’t have to love me right away, okay? I just… just please stay by my side for a while.”
You hated the part of you who was a sucker for sensitivity. You nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, fine, I’ll hang out with you. I’m not going to fall in love with you, but I won’t abandon you either.”
Futakuchi pulled you into a sudden hug. A soft smile spread across your face, until he whispered in your ear, “I knew you’d see reason.”
You could practically hear the smugness in his whisper. That soft smile was long gone.
He really was an asshole, wasn’t he?
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[suggestive, perv & absolute tease futakuchi, gn!reader, reader has tiddies, MDNI]
People always bring up the usual suspects when they're asked who the biggest menace in Haikyuu is, like Futakuchi Kenji isn't literally standing right there-
This man is about as two faced as any full fledged Scorpio can get, he'll come off as the most innocent human being in existence for his age, only for you to call him out on the intense bedroom eyes he's sending you (something he'll sometimes do without even realizing it). He's so sly with his hands btw, he'll have you second guessing if he actually brushed a hand over your ass while walking by. As for the times he isn't being sly, you won't find a lick of shame stowed away in those brown eyes for indulging in you.
He'd 100% turn things on you, too. You ask why he can't stay off your tits, but he asks why you walk around without a bra (like that's an excuse to grab them like stress balls at any given moment in time).
Don't even get me started on his spontaneous boners. He'll literally just look at you and you're suddenly subjected to him nonverbally making his boner public knowledge. You turn your back to him? In the kitchen? In bed?? Expect him to press his dick up against you and exaggeratedly moan in your ears until you do something about it. Give up on telling him to deal with it himself, he'll somehow pin the blame on you existing within a 3 ft radius and rope you into taking care of him after riling you up just right.
He's so smug about it too, saying you're so addicted to him while acting like he wasn't the one humping your leg just a minute ago.
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100 Ways to Fall in Love Masterlist
AGAIN
Porco Galliard: Take 574
Eren Jaeger: Take 5
Marco Bodt: Take 382
Bertholdt Hoover: Take 892
Floch Forester: Take 374
Connie Springer: Take 103
Marcel Galliard: Take 42
Zeke Jaeger: Take 452
Armin Arlet: Take 294
FLIGHT
Miya Atsumu: It’s the Little Things
Komori Motoya: A Blue Hand Towel
Oikawa Tooru: To My First Love
Hoshiumi Korai: Somewhere Only We Know
Nishinoya Yu: How to Be Brave
Yaku Morisuke: Growing Up With You
Bokuto Kotarou: From Drops to Drizzle
Kuroo Tetsurou: How to Find Love
Futakuchi Kenji: Your Laugh and Smile
MELODY
Agatsuma Zenitsu: Break My Heart
Tokito Muichiro: - Yours
Kamado Tanjuro: Always
Hashibira Inosuke: A Million Ways
Shinagawa Genya: And Forever
EMOTIONS
Saionji Ukyo: Times In Our Lives
Ishigami Senku: Between You and Me
Asagiri Gen: It’s Always Been You
Nanami Ryusui: The Reason We Exist
WISHES
Finral Rouclase: Wilting Flowers
Gauche Adlia: Frosted Over
Leopold Vermillion: Embers and Ashes
Magna Swing: Between the Boarder
FREE
Sabo: Of Knowing and Understanding
Eustass Kid: What One Claims to Be
X Drake: To The Stars
Roronoa Zoro: Hopes and Dreams
Trafalgar Law: And... You
Vinsmoke Sanji: Wishes and Hopes
CHANCES
Loke (Leo): How to Flirt
Mystogan (Edolas Jellal): Autumn
Lyon Vastia: New Beginnings
HOPES
Nozel Silva: Dance
William Vengeance: Choose
Yami Sukehiro: Move
Fuegoleon Vermillion: Speak
Rhya: Lie
MOMENTS
Dederida: When You Are With Me
Nagato (Pain): When You Laugh With Me
Uchiha Itachi: When You Dream With Me
Sasori (Of The Red Sand): When You Craft With Me
Uchiha Obito: When You Change With Me
SONGS
Rengoku Kyojuro: Dandelion Wishes
Shinagawa Sanemi: Potted Aster
Uzui Tengen: Abatina Petals
Iguro Obanai: Sleeping Willow
Tomioka Giyuu: Sunflower Memories
DREAMS
Itoshi Rin: Elegance
Niko Ikki: Affinity
Yukimiya Kenyu: Cherish
Bachira Meguru: Passion
Michael Kaiser: Conviction
Shidou Ryusei: Amok - Absolutely
Mikage Reo: Evanescent
WONDER
Senju Hashirama: Nobody (Loves Me)
Uchiha Izuna: Empty Bed
Uchiha Madara: Fix You
Senju Tobirama: Hypothetically
TUNES
Doma: Spring
Gyutaro: Winter
STARS
Geto Suguru: Absolutely Bright
Nanami Kento: Absolutely Blunt
Gojo Satoru: Absolutely Dazzling
BRILLIANT
Itadori Yuuji: Absolutely Yours
Denji: Yours Absolutely
Shidou Ryusei: Amok - Absolutely
ECHOES
Sabito: "Anyways, I'm Falling In Love With You."
Julian Loki: "By The Way, I Think I Love You."
DISTANCE - Someone You Loved
Asagiri Gen - The Mentalist: A Shattered Reflection of You
Porco Galliard - The Soldier: Everything I Could Never Say
Hoshiumi Korai - The Athlete: In The Midst of Uncertainty
REACH - Someone You Loved
Finral Roulacase - The Poet: Whiteclover
Niko Ikki - The Bookkeeper: Bittersweet
Loke (Leo) - The Dancer: Gardenia
SPACE - Someone You Loved
Sabito - The Storyteller: Forget Me Not
Senju Tobirama - The Detective: Crimson Red Rose
Nozel Silva - The Auteur: Bluebells and Lillies
BREADTH - Someone You Loved
Sero Hanta - The Hero: Exactly As You Saw
Thorfinn - The Chef: Exactly As It Is
Narushima Melt - The Pilot: Exactly As I Am
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How Haikyuu!! Boys Noticed They Fell In Love
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Captains
P2
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Suguru Daishou, Yuji Terushima, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsukasa Iizuna, Shinsuke Kita x reader
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Yuji Terushima:
Yuji noticed he fell in love when he accidentally blurted it out during an arguement. You guys were arguing about him being a flirty asshole and he accidentally blurted out something from the soul that he hadn't even realized himself. "I keep doing it to get your fucking attention y/n! I fucking love you! I want your attention!" It was a random thing he definitely didnt mean to say and he stormed off when he did, crying for a while and trying to figure out his emotions. After a few days he finally figured himself put and confronted you with his newfound love, expecting rejection but being overjoyed when you sighed and smiled, making him promise not to flirt with other girls. He promised. Now that he understood who he truly loved, he didnt need anything else.
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Suguru Daishou:
Suguru noticed he was in love with you on a quiet night with his head in your lap. You were talking about something and running your hands through his silky hair, laughing as he yawned and shifted only slightly to get more comfortable. The domesticity of it made his heart do flips in his chest and his mind finally settle on the inevitable conclusion of his feelings. He loved you. Before he drifted to sleep he confessed, a hand gently on your face to keep it tilted to his height in your lap. You shared a kiss before he layed back down in your lap and allowed himself to nap happy knowing he had you.
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Shinsuke Kita:
Shinsuke noticed he was in love when you cried to him because you had a rough day. You had been sobbing and he was quietly comforting you when you muttered "you always make everything so much better Shin.." under your breath as you hugged yourself closer to him. He felt his mind stop. When you fell asleep in that position he stayed up, rehearsing what to say to you, how to confess he loved you.. when you woke up the next morning he had only hugged you closer in his late night slumber, head placed gently in the crook of your neck as he slept. When he woke up he confessed to you, and despite how awful your day was that lead to it, you swore up and down it was probably the best of your life.
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Tsukasa Iizuna:
Tsukasa noticed he was in love at a game where you had cheered for him. Not the team, him. Your bright eyes and grin as you cheered him and his team on and waved your hands to get his attention made him almost miss the ball as the wave of realization crashed over him. After the game was over he kind of tugged you off to the side while he team was regrouping and kissed you. He didnt have any words, didnt have any idea what he was doing, so he followed his instinct. When you both pulled away breathless he muttered a small "fuck I love you.." and nothing more as your eyes met.
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Kenji Futakuchi:
You were at his place with the team for a movie night and clung to him during the last movie because you were sleepy. Kenji's eyes scanned your figure, sleepy and comfortable pressed to his side and let out a small sigh as his mind raced. "Sorry Kenji- I'll move-" you muttered with a yawn realizing you had turned him into your personal teddy bear but he only rolled his eyes, moving an arm to press you even further into his side. "Dont bother. " was all he said at that time, but the next morning after the team left he admitted what he felt, and he gave you a lopsided smile of adoration as you admitted you loved him too. Kenji mentally promised he would make sure to have another movie night soon just so you could cuddle up into him again, it was nice, especially now that you were his lover.
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people pleaser
futakuchi kenji x f!reader
w.c 2900-ish
summary: where futakuchi kenji isn't as mean or disrespectful as other people have told you
Shit.
You softly bite your lip as you realize Mai is in a different class. She gives a reassuring pat on your shoulder as you try to find anyone you spoken to before; however, your eyes get stuck on one name.
Futakuchi Kenji.
You had heard of Futakuchi before, mainly by Mai's ramblings, but he was… known, not necessarily good things but he had a bit of a reputation. He had issues with talking back to upperclassmen and fighting for marks with teachers. You had spoken to him once or twice but can't even remember what it was about.
“There’s a reason you’re all seated this way,” You try to hide in your beige sweater, the green blazer on your skirt. You try to ease your breathing as you feel Futakuchi eye you down, probably wondering why you're completely avoiding his gaze.
Fuck.
Your teacher, a young man with dark curly hair leans on his desk, “if you notice, you're probably seated with people you never thought you’d talk to.” You subtly nod, a window on one side and Futakuchi on the other wasn’t exactly the way you planned the year to go.
“I want you to speak to people with a different opinion to you, if you’re quiet, be loud. If you’re a bit of a dick, maybe be nice.” He looks at Futakuchi, who simply stares at him back, giving a tight smile. You nervously bounce your leg on the floor, side-eyeing Futakuchi. He was currently doodling on his notebook, ignoring everything the teacher was saying. His long legs are spread out, your eyes are slowly draw to his hands. They're long but in a soft and almost dainty way. You can't help but look at your own; rough and your nails are uneven, nothing like his. Despite his broad shoulders, his wrists are skinny and you can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like. You have to admit, he's quite attractive. You don't remember him being this easy on the eyes last year.
You look away before you can be caught.
“Ah, also, I may have sat the two best math students together on purpose.” You notice how Futakuchi’s head lifts, actually listening now. You mentally sweat, hoping that there was a student that got better grades than you. However, the teacher’s quick and teasing glance at you make your mouth slightly open in shock. “I think friendly competitions are good. That’s right, Futakuchi,” the teacher points at him suddenly, “you’re no longer the best student. You have a rival in this class.”
“I’m sure they won’t be hard to beat.” Your teacher gives a laugh. He appears to know Futakuchi and his personality already. You can't say the same but in a, incredibly, weird way, you want to.
<3
“Thank you, y/n, you’re the best! This is the last time, promise.” You give a small smile as your classmate gives you a side hug and she runs off, your pristine notebook in her hand. You stretch and let out a big sigh; she had said the same thing last week.
“God, you’re such a people pleaser,” Futakuchi says rudely, his eyes glaring at your classmate who is quickly copying your work before the teacher arrives. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, an annoying habit of his, and shoves his hands into his blazer’s pockets. His notebook open with the answers to the homework and a slick black pen. “She’s too dumb to do basic algebra.”
“That’s a bit mean,” you slightly shuffle so you can look at him properly, “she might have personal issues going on.” The sarcasm in deep in your voice as he snorts, shaking his head. Futakuchi caught on pretty early that you were the other top student as everyone asked you for help. By pretty early, the third day of school, and since then, everyday, without fail, he would ask how much you studied and what's your 'loser face' like (you refuse to show him, obviously). And now with the results of first test arriving, you feel Futakuchi’s excitement as your stomach is full of nerves.
“Yeah, clearly personal issues going on,” as he says that the girl laughs loudly with her friends, forgetting about your notebook fast. You couldn’t wait for class to end. You feel a sudden whack on the back of your head and turn your head as Futakuchi has a bored expression, as if he didn’t just hit you. You smile in shock and as you open your mouth to talk, his blabbermouth beats you to it.
“I bet you’re the type of person to be in a rush and somehow,” he adds suspense for some reason, “you’d still help a person who's dropped their groceries. Or let someone convince you to join their cult or whatever.” You can only stare at him in silence for a few seconds before actually laughing, and you can see a glint of pride in Futakuchi’s eyes.
“Well, that definitely hasn’t happened before.” You say, eyes rolling. Futakuchi can only shake his head. Despite your initial fears, talking to Futakuchi in class became normal. Sure, he would tease you constantly and distract you , but it was weirdly easy to tease him back and, to just talk.
“You know what? You should tell people," he shifts his chair so he's closer and you lean in, he's practically whispering the last bit, "to..."
"to...?" You whisper, confused.
"to fuck off." He says fast and simple and you give a small laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. "And stop being a people-pleaser, it's gross."
Before you can respond back, your teacher hops in, a stack of paper in one hand and a red pen in the other.
You feel an annoying but all too similar soft kick to the bottom of your chair. You don’t even bother giving him a glance, you already know what his question is going to be.
“What did you get?” Futakuchi says, ignoring the teacher’s glare and your head remains down, finishing the last section of the questions you got wrong. “Are you ignoring me?”
“Did you not tell me to stop being a people pleaser?” Your voice is harsh but you turn and give a cheeky smile. His mouth is wide open, a smile starting to form and his eyes are full of disbelief. Pride swells in your chest and you wish you had a camera to take a picture of Futakuchi's face.
“Wow, using my advice against me?” He scrunches up a small piece of paper and flicks it to your face, hitting your nose. “That’s messed up.”
“Futakuchi, please stop bothering your neighbour.” You quickly put your head down and feel your cheeks heat up as people stare and Futakuchi sulks in his seat. His tongue clicks again, slightly quieter this time. “You can bother her when you get a higher grade than her.” Your eyes widen and whip your head to see how Futakuchi’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance at the teacher’s teasing.
The class continues in silent before you see another piece of paper arrive at your desk. You look at Futakuchi, unimpressed with his attempted to communicate. He shrugs before showing you his paper, a clear red 88 on the corner.
You hesitantly look at the paper, firstly, afraid of this paper being a death threat and secondly, being caught by the teacher.
How tf did you get a higher grade than me? You purse your lips, a smile threatening to come out. You quickly write a response and give a deep breathe before throwing to him, if he killed you, at least you would die a winner.
By doing your mum.
You cover your mouth as you hear Futakuchi loudly laugh, the teacher once again turning. He covers his mouth, clearly not expecting for you to write such a thing.
“Care to share Futakuchi?” The teacher’s tone slightly more serious now.
“Nah, I’m good.” he says quickly, and writes on the other side of the paper you threw. You try to work but your eyes go to him, wondering what Futakuchi could possibly be writing. You quickly get the other paper, scrunched and your hands feel electric as you open the paper.
You're definitely not a people pleaser anymore, quite the opposite actually.
It's not long before he bothers you again.
“What did you get?” Futakuchi pokes your shoulder, and you pull your tongue out, not bothered to answer. “Real mature, c’mon,” He leans in, but you swat your paper against his face.
“Don’t be snoopy,” he looks unimpressed and scoffs before folding his arms. “Futakuchi, you’re such a baby.” You give a small laugh as he pulls the middle finger.
“l/n and Futakuchi, last warning,” your back straightens significantly as your teacher gives a small nod and you can hear Futakuchi choke a laugh over your nerdiness.
“Teacher’s pet,” he says, glancing at you once the teacher faces the board again.
“At least I got a higher score than you,” you give a small smile while continuing to write down the teachers notes, and you feel Futakuchi’s glare on you.
The class passes by fast, as classmates come and ask for your help in explaining certain equations. However, you still feel those pair of eyes on you.
<3
As you walk out to the lockers you see Futakuchi, leaning on the wall on his phone. Despite being able to talk to him in class, being fully alone with him was a completely different situation.
“Waiting for Aone?” he turns and before he can glare, he gives a small smile. You go on your knees and put your school shoes into your locker as he fully turns and squats with you.
“Yep,” his face is serious and stoic, “so what did you actually get?” your face drops and you try to not smile over his persistent attitude.
“I wasn’t aware that you still cared,” you see his cheeks go slightly pink for once, “fine, I got a 92.”
“Bullshit,” he says but you open your bag and elegantly pass your paper, a clear bright red 92 in the corner. Futakuchi clicks his tongue, once again. “It’s because the teacher loves you.”
“Don’t belittle my efforts,” you put your leather shoes on as he slightly nudges you so you slightly trip, you give a quick glare that makes him laugh. “It’s not my fault you fight every teacher on every test.”
“I know my worth,” you snort over his arrogance as he stares at your calculations, his eyebrows furrowed, “also you deserve a mark here.”
“What?” You feel your heart drop and immediately lean to your test and see your working out, shoulders touching with Futakuchi. You ignore his breathe hitch, you ignore how warm he is, and you definitely ignore his cologne. “No, I don’t. I forgot to round it.”
“He said that correct units were the additional mark, not rounding, so he forgot to add a mark for that.” He folds the paper and hits your forehead, “you deserve a 94 instead of a 92, at least.”
“It’s just two percent,” you say shyly, grabbing the paper while standing up, “I doubt that’ll change my overall grade.” You didn’t want to fight the teacher, he treated you nicely every time you needed help with a question.
“You worked hard for this test,” he stands up as well, his long legs contrasting yours. His eyes staring at you for way too long, he gives a small sigh before rubbing his neck. “You deserve the grade you studied for.”
Oh.
Oh.
You don’t know why it tugs your heart, the acknowledgment of your hard work and for Futakuchi, of all people, to see it. It does something to your stomach and you feel your cheeks heat up, your feet feel stuck to the floor and your hands are suddenly clammy.
“I’ll ask him about it tomorrow,” you push the paper back in your bag, your stomach heavy with nerves. You suddenly feel insecure, did you even bother fixing your hair? Is your skirt too long? Face too blemished? You feel your sweater cling to you, in a unflattering way.
You avoid his eyes and walk past, not sure what to do with this flush of emotions. “See you tommorrow.”
"Wait," you quickly turn and Futakuchi awkwardly walks up to you, face slightly pink, "I'll walk you to the gate."
"Why?" He avoids your eyes and instead looks to the side.
"Loser's etiquette," he gives a dorky smile and you can't help but laugh.
"Sure, it's dangerous times to be walking alone to a school gate." He snorts and lightly pushes you.
"Shut up," despite his tone, he's smiling. You push him back and you both are in the strange game of pushing each other until the end of the gate. You take a deep breathe and look at Futakuchi, who's looking around to see if there's any other students.
“Thank you, I would’ve never noticed that mistake. I will actually talk to the teacher about it.” You have a serious face before Futakuchi laughs, eyes crinkling and you have to laugh with him over your dramatic style.
“No worries, it has to be a fair competition after all,” you shake your head giving a small smile. You lightly punch Futakuchi, who acts as though you have the strength of a body builder.
“Your mercifulness is going to be the end of you.” You start to walk off, your heart feeling a bit lighter.
“This is my first and last time helping you, y/n.” You give a small wave before giving him the finger.
“Good to know, because I won’t need it again!” You shout, not taking a second to glance at him despite the temptation to do so. Futakuchi laughs before disappearing back into the school.
<3
“Thank you for telling me l/n! Jeez I can’t believe I missed that.” Your math teacher gives a thumbs up, a big smile on his face. He couldn't be more than 25.
“Uhm, Futakuchi told me, actually,” You shyly give credit to him, and you see your teacher's surprised face appear, his mouth wide open.
“Futakuchi helped you? Even though he’s second?” You nod, your face heating up the more you think about it, last night you had been asking yourself the same questions. Your teacher gives a chuckle, “I have never heard of him helping anyone besides himself and Aone.”
“Yeah… He said he wanted a fair competition.” Your teacher let out a loud laugh.
“God, he’s a softie. What a stupid excuse,” he adds a red circle to your new mark. “I’m glad you’re seating next to him,” He gives a smile, “you're too nice to everyone.” Your eyebrows slightly frown as you recall Futakuchi said something similar.
“Mister Moniwa, do you know Futakuchi?” You ask, seemingly out of nowhere and your teacher tilts his head, pondering how he should answer.
“Our mums are friends,” you let a small ‘oh’, “plus, my little brother is Futakuchi’s captain.” You nod, still feeling curious about Futakuchi.
“Do you like Futakuchi always coming up to you to fight about his grade?”
“Well, I’ve known him since I was young,” he says, smiling, “funnily enough, I was his tutor when he was in middle school. So, I don't really mind. I know he's competitive.”
"I could tell early on," you laugh as you think about all the other times Moniwa has made a lesson a competition so Futakuchi would actually participate.
“Is there a reason you’re so curious about Futakuchi?” You feel your face heat up as he peers into your face.
“Uh, no,” you fiddle with your fingers, “he just seems, so confident.” Your comment surprises Moniwa, who’s eyes widen before giving a soft smile.
“That's one way to see him."
As you walk away you finally look at your paper you see a ‘96’ scribbled and a small comment.
Clearly Futakuchi ‘missed’ the other mark you got on the last page! Tell him off for me.
You shake your head; he definitely saw that mark. You practically speed walk to the class, excited to see your 'rival'.
“You asshole,” you slam your paper on his desk, “you saw the other mark, didn’t you?” Futakuchi eyes widen before giving a smug face.
“Why, I have no clue what you mean, dear y/n.”
"Oh my god,” you laugh before sitting down in your chair, giving him a shocked look. “Here I thought you were genuinely trying to help me achieve my maximum potential.” He laugh before sitting up straight, stretching his body.
“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “I can’t give you all the answers, now can I?”
“Yes, you can.” You say, lightly hitting your shoe against his.
“I can’t believe you got 96,” his tongue clicks, “impressive.”
“Why thank you, but it’s…” You try to maintain eye-contact, despite your face becoming a hot mess, “it’s, uhm, thanks to you, Futakuchi.” You rub your neck awkwardly as you wait for him to say anything at this point. His eyes widen as you say his name, and you quickly realize you've never called him by his name.
“Uhm, it’s okay, you already got a higher score than me so why not give you a bit of a boost up.” He coughs, clearing his throat up, ears slightly red. “You clearly needed it… Plus, probability is my bitch, so I’ll ace the next test.”
You slowly glare at him, a million thoughts going through your head.
“I’ll bet… That I’ll ace it harder than you,” you leave your hand out for a handshake, “probability is everyone’s bitch.”
His classic smug smile comes out, his hand drumming on his desk, actually thinking about the logistics of this bet. However, his hand slides into yours, giving a small squeeze.
“Deal.”
note: hope u enjoyed it, first time writing futakuchi ahh, can u tell the parts i rlly enjoyed writing??
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Can I request the first time scenario for Shirabu, Futakuchi and Semi (haikyuu)? 👉👈
Hi Anon! Of course you can! But I'm still not really in the mood to write smutty things so again I'm so sorry how it turned out. Because its just not that good imo. I hope I'll find more desire for smut soon so that I can give you better fics/hc's :(( ♥
Having their first time
Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou; Semi Eita; Futakuchi Kenji x reader
Warning: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI!, calling him daddy (Shirabu), mention of blood (Semi), mention of pain/fear (Futakuchi)
Note: All characters are grown up!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 - END
Shirabu and you have been together for a while now. You know each other well, are on the same level and can also talk about adult topics seriously and without an unnecessary giggle. No wonder you’ve already talked about sex.
Shirabu would never take the first step. To tell you he wants to sleep with you now, because that’s up to you, in his opinion. If you’re ready, he is.
But it is important to him that you inform yourself about all methods of contraception, especially that you choose one that you think is best for you.
Since contraception with a condom is too risky for you, and a condom for you also sounds more like a mood killer, and you are too forgetful for the pill, you have chosen the copper spiral. It works well for you.
Shirabu still bought condoms and lube in case you both want to sleep together and want to use both a condom and your contraception method.
After he bought everything, he also told you where he kept the things and just wanted to give you the feeling that both of you are prepared if the topic is considered more closely. And in fact, you’ve been thinking about it several times lately. Today, too, again.
Just with his shirt and panties, you sit in his bed and hold his flashcards in front of you while he sits on his desk chair and plays with his fingers as he answers your questions. You’re always learning for his medical exams like that. You ask questions about the notes and he answers them. But with your last question, he just doesn’t get the right answer. Now counts the third answer, which is anything but right. Annoyed, he leans into the chair, tugs his head to the back and looks at the ceiling.
Yet he radiates something that somehow stimulates you. Is it his serious gaze? His sigh?
“I just can’t figure it out.”
“Oh Kenjirou… That’s okay, you can’t know everything.” You try to calm him down and go over to him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you sit on his lap, caressing his hair as he raises his head and looks at you.
“My exam is in three days... It’s not okay if I still can’t memorize everything.”
“Kenjirou… you learn too much… my handsome genius. What do you think of a break?” You respond to his angry voice with your gentle words, give him a brief kiss on his mouth.
Maybe he’s too strict with himself. Maybe he should listen to you and take a break.
His room is quiet. None of you say anything, you just look at each other lovingly before you lean forwards, give him another kiss and buck your hips against him.
Sharply he groans, as if he had been frightened. It’s not like it’s your first kiss, but somehow he feels that something is a little different today. The look you give him is full of... Lust?
Again you kiss him and automatically his hands wander around your waist, sneak under the loose shirt and lie down on the soft skin of your butt. Both of you exhale heavily, briefly interrupt the kiss before your lips meet his again. If you continue like this, then he will definitely be hard any second. Or is it your goal to seduce him?
“What do you have in mind when you talk about a short break?” He asks to play it safe. If you mean nothing indecent with all the kisses, with your movements, he must quickly come up with something annoying to come to other thoughts. Otherwise, he has to explain to you why his dick is rock hard.
“Can’t you think of it, Kenjirou?” You try to say with a firm voice while his dark gaze and his warm hands on your butt give you goosebumps.
“No, tell me, bunny.” He lies, but notices how his pants feel tighter and tighter.
“Why don’t you just take your frustration out on me?”
“I would never…”
“No, no I know you would never. But I mean it in another way. You know, Kenjirou… If you’re so upset and you can’t think of all these terms that I can’t even pronounce, you look pretty sexy. You always look so good. And I think we should both take a break, distract ourselves with something.” Anew you kiss him, rub your hips on his when you notice his cock is rock hard in his pants. Immediately your face feels hot, your confident appearance breaks for a second and you are slightly ashamed. He wants exactly what you want.
“And… what should we do to distract ourselves?” He breathes into your ear as he kneads your butt with his big palms.
“You really want me to say it?”
“Yeah, I want to hear it from your pretty lips.”
“I - I want to have sex with you, Kenjirou. Here and now.” Words that are enough to make Shirabu act, because with a tug he lifts you up, sits you down on his desk before he kisses you wildly, while opening his pants to finally take the pressure off of him. At the same time, he realizes that he is too hectic. It may seem like he was waiting for nothing but to sleep with you, especially now that he’s in nothing but his boxers and socks in front of you. Calmly, he tries to collect himself, closes his eyes as your hands grab his arms and pull him to you.
It’s funny, instead of being nervous or ashamed to see Shirabu in his full manhood, you realize how a new, yet lewd feeling arises in you. You can’t look away from his body. From his tip that shines slightly with pre-cum. You’re so sure this is the right time. You want nothing more than your first time here with him now.
Playfully, you bite on the lower lip, grab the edge of the shirt and take it off slowly. Tease him a bit by lifting the shirt over your breasts. Just before they are visible, you push it down again, before you finally throw it into the corner of his room and only wear your panties.
Your heart beats fast as Shirabu sighs deeply, a quiet “god you’re so pretty..” slips from his lips. It is definitely right. You feel comfortable even though you are sitting almost naked in front of him on the desk with his dimmed bedroom light. Your legs are spread slightly so that he can place himself between them. You are not nervous... You are not embarrassed that you see each other like this finally. It’s the opposite.
The way Shirabu adores you, you know he loves everything about you. That he wouldn’t criticize any part of your body. Also, you are somehow not afraid of whether it could hurt or how you should move best. This is your first time for both of you. That means you both have no experience and just want to try it out. Without compulsion, without shame.
Hungry, you run your fingers over his arms. Warm and long fingertips curve your body, caress your bare breasts, your hard nipple before your whole body is adorned with goose bumps.
“Mhh Kenjir-”
“You like it? Or should I stop?” He whispers to you as he bends forward and kisses your neck. All these wet kisses make you feel drunk. You yearn for more, notice how your body gets warmer, your thoughts are greedy.
“Fuck, that feels so good Kenjirou…” Your deep moan makes his length twitch. Who would have thought that you are so honest with your words when it comes to such naughty things? Your boyfriend’s kisses are getting sloppy, sucking on your soft skin as his digits abuses your nipple, listening to your crying voice as you sing.
You do not know where to go with yourself, feel how his touches are unbearable, in a positive way. Because you want more. Want him to touch you everywhere. Unconsciously, your hand wanders down on you, to your panties, but just as you want to push your hand between the fabric and your hand, you feel how your wrist is held. Shirabu’s lips still haunt your neck as he pushes your hand away.
“Let me do it, bunny.” He whispers hungrily and elicits a pleasurable moan from you. He would like to sit in front of you now, eat you out, but he is pretty sure that this would be a bit too much for the first time. You seem to be comfortable in his arms right now. He doesn’t want to risk tilting your mood. Next time maybe. You can talk about it. But for now, it’s enough for his fingers to stretch you.
Howling, he straightens up, kissing your breasts, your arms, your hands, before crawling his fingers under your panties and taking it off of your body. Only now you feel your core is already completely wet, because the air feels so cold on your pussy. Yet his warm hand embraces your skin. His eyes fixed on your pussy, he pats your slit, glides between your folds and smears your juice over your entire pussy before he plays with his thumb on your clit. His fingertips tapping at your entrance. The other hand sneaks up behind your back to your neck as he lovingly grabs the back of your head and drags you to kiss you.
“Bunny, I love you so much, you know that, right?”
“Mmmh yeah Ken- I love you too!” you moan while his finger penetrates you ankle-deep. Even his second finger, you welcome needily. You can’t help but give the brightest sounds of yourself, cry and enjoy the moment. How his thumb rolls over your bump, how his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into you and kiss your walls, makes you feverish. Your whole body feels like it’s on a roller coaster. All emotions, all feelings mixed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck I feel so weird.” You moan as you realize how slowly everything tingles faster and faster in you. Your body listens less and less to you. Shirabu stops, thinks about several scenarios in his head, what he may have done wrong, but you quickly comfort him.
“Should I stop?”
“No ah! No, please go on! I think m’ gonna cum!”
“Want to cum on my fingers?”
Nodding, you buck your hips, want to let him understand he should continue what he does without hesitation. Rhythmically he fucks you with his fingers, the thumb at no moment away from your clit and looks at your aroused expression, which turns him on so much. You breathe faster as your nails press into his arms and you scream out loud, your pussy cramping around his digits.
The emotion you feel is indescribable. It feels so good. Breathing heavily, you open your eyes, look up with blurred vision to the man you love above all, and see how his hungry eyes can not get enough of you. You don’t want this to be over. You want him to feel the same as you just felt.
“I love you…” His words are quiet between the kiss and attention he gives you before he pulls his wet fingers out of your throbbing pussy. With tired eyes you look at his fingers, wrapped in your juice and have to think about what a friend once told you.
“Do you…. Should I lick them clean for you?” you ask unsure, are embarrassed and feel how your cheeks gain color. The question hits Shirabu also unexpectedly, because he too blushes, looks at you with big eyes.
“Wh- what do you mean?”
“Your fingers… they’re dirty… let me clean them…” you try to say with a rather sexy voice, even if it is still shaky, and grab his wrist to guide his hand to your mouth. Shirabu says nothing, just looks at you insecurely, but before his fingertips can touch your lips, he opens his mouth.
“Why would you do that?”
Why? Because your friend told you it can turn men on. That you should watch a porn to see how the women do it. But you can’t say that to Shirabu. It doesn’t matter as long as it’s true and he’d like it.
“Because I want to…” With your words you already feel his fingertips on your lower lip, taste your slightly salty juice, which is still relatively neutral and overcome the little bit of shame when you suck on his fingers, looking deep into his eyes.
“Ngh…. That’s so fucking hot…” Shirabu groans with a gruff voice, notices how his cock is screaming more and more to find redemption. Inside of you. Earlier, he thought it would be weird if you would suck on his fingers, but feeling your tongue on his digits, your wet mouth massaging them, makes him really greedy. He imagines how you would look at him with your big glassy eyes, on your knees and suck his cock as you just do it with his fingers right now.
“Bunny please… if you go on… Ngh, I really want to fuck you..” He admits and sees your mouth angle move up. With a loud plop, you pull his fingers out of your mouth, watch your clean work before you draw him by his hands towards you, his rock hard cock lands on your skin. It feels big, makes you sob.
“Please fill me, Kenjirou…” Although you know you won’t stand another orgasm and you probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow after your body has been so abused, you rub your pussy against his length. Drive him mad and make sure that he can no longer hold back. A “fine” is the only thing that leaves his lips between his clenched teeth before he grabs his shaft with his hand and presses his tip against your entrance.
Hot, hot, hot… That’s the only thing that comes to your mind after his soft tip kisses your pussy, presses through your dripping juice slightly inch for an inch into you until he’s ball-deep inside your cunt. You’re in no pain, nothing… The only thing you feel is the pleasure that rises anew, as Shirabu rolls his hips against yours, deep and loud roaring as you wrap your arms tighter around him, just like your legs.
“Feels so good… mh! Please! So good!” You just babble while his thick length stretches your already swollen walls to the maximum, kisses the sweet spot in you with every thrust. You thought it’s not possible, but that weird feeling was back in you. This feeling that something is about to burst in your abdomen before you have a high-like orgasm that beams you to heaven.
“Should I slow down?” he grunts out of breath, notices that he has to concentrate not to come directly.
“No! No. mgh fuck me harder!” You cry and feel his thrusts suddenly get deeper, before your inner squeezes his cock and you have your second, almost painful orgasm, because your body is not set for so much excitement. Still, it feels good.
“Cumming!”
“Ngh fuck, I think m’ gonna cum too, bunny!” you hear Shirabu’s voice followed by his quivering question if he should pull his dick out first. Still in your rush of arousing feelings, you shake your head. You have the copper spiral. Normally, nothing should happen.
“Fill me daddy!” you answer with muddy thoughts, before you notice Shirabu’s head on your shoulder, his hands on your thighs while he cums with a heavy moan. Empty his balls, which so longingly were waiting for this moment.
You stay in position for a while, ignoring the cum dripping from your throbbing pussy along his length to the floor, just listen to your raging heart. Shirabu’s fingers, which have pressed your thigh into position until now, move to your cheek, to your lips as he brushes them with his thumb and raises his head to look at you.
“Did you just call me daddy?”
Your eyes grow big with the smug grin he suddenly gives you. Only now you realize what indecent words have left your lips, sense again the redness in your cheeks.
“Eh.. no? I said… Fill me… deadly…” You lie and shake your head. Fill me deadly… Such crap. But Shirabu only laughs.
“I love you, and I love what we did… I love how you feel… and I’m happy that you’re my first one… and my only one.” His thumb still lies on your lips before he bends forward to steal a kiss from your smiling lips.
“And I don’t care how you call me, baby girl.” You feel his grin on your lips, the twitch of his length in you and the warmth that blossoms again in you. “I hope you liked it as much as I did…”
“No Kenjirou… I loved it and I’m so glad that you’re my first and only one…” you answer him as lovingly as he did before, before Shirabu carries you to his bed. You both lie down arm in arm and talk about the sex you shared earlier for the first time. About what you thought you would do next time. And for his exam… Shirabu can still learn tomorrow.
• You two haven’t talked about sex yet.
• Although you know that Semi already had sex, it never came up when you two will have it.
• Probably because Semi has more experience, he doesn’t want to make you feel forced to sleep with him or that he cares. That’s why he wouldn’t mention it, but wait for you to approach him about this topic.
• It also doesn’t matter for Semi which method of contraception you want to use. After all, it’s your body. Your decision. If in the end it comes down to you only using condoms, then so be it. He would never claim that he doesn’t enjoy sex just because he has to wear a condom. This is total bullshit.
Together you sit with Semi in his garage, which is covered with red lights. His band rehearsal is over, the boys are already gone, and only you two are sitting in the small house where he lives.
Although it’s chilly in the garage, you feel warm with your boyfriend singing. You love hearing Semi sing. With a big smile on his face, he had asked you to sit on the stool in front of him, wanted to play you one of his latest songs he is currently writing, but your thoughts aren’t on the text that comes from his lips. You look at his long fingers, which skillfully wrap around the sides of the guitar, making beautiful sounds.
Lately, you’ve been wondering what it’s like to sleep with him. You’ve been together for a while and you love him. You would also like to take this step with him, knowing that it is only for you the first time.
It’s like a spell, a spell which tells you not to look away from these soft hands. What can he do to your body with these hands? You had already masturbated from time to time, but you are sure that his fingers are very skillful. Would feel better than your own on your skin. They would make you feel so good.
“Hey pretty, everything okay?” His voice wakes you just like the sound of his flat hand bumping loudly against the guitar.
“Eh, y-yes of course!” you answer him hesitantly, realize how embarrassing your inattentive nature is. But Semi only looks at you with a sulky look, that dark raised eyebrow.
“Nonsense, you didn’t even listen to me. Or are you telling me you didn’t care that I was singing about you?” Semi leans even further forward over his guitar, but you avoid his moody look. That was really rude of you, and then you didn’t listen to him because of such nonsense.
“Hey babe, is something bothering you?” Again, it’s your boyfriend’s voice that makes you look up, watching him fold his hands over his guitar, resting his head on it.
“N-no I… I’m sorry Eita…”
“What do you mean? Did I say anything wrong? Are you mad at me? You were pretty quiet at the band practice today.” Did you get bored? Can it be that you don’t want to accompany him at his band rehearsal? Maybe you’d rather do something with your friends instead of listening to him.
“Eita please… that’s not it! I’m… I just thought about… you know… can we? Do you want to have sex with me?”
Your words come stuttering and so quietly out of you, that Semi tilts his head to the side, tries to form the words in his mind into a meaningful sentence, as it suddenly makes sense to him and his eyes grow big. You want to sleep with him? Well, he was expecting you to ask him that at some point, but he had rather thought that you wanted to start a little softer. With petting or something like that. With a pondering face, he leans back, puts his guitar down before he grabs your hands and runs his thumbs over the back of your skin. His dark eyes are looking for yours, peering up at them as if he’s worried about you.
“Are you sure about that? This is not a decision you should make without thinking deeply about it. Have you thought about what kind of contracep-”
“No, I didn’t, but can’t we do that after our first time? You sure have some condoms lying around, right?” you interrupt him, do not really want to think about having to go to your gynecologist first, to ask for an appointment to get advice.
The tight pressure on your hands gets you out of your thoughts. Semi still looks at you seriously, but also worried. “Yes, I have some here… And we can talk about other ways of contraception afterwards. But that doesn’t answer the question. Are you really sure?”
You haven’t informed yourself well for the first time having sex. You did not want that, because on the Internet only negative experiences are reported anyway. They would only drive you insane for no reason. So you just nod and wait for the next step from Semi. But instead of saying something, he gets up. Questioningly, you look at him, wondering if you’ve done anything wrong, but before you can open your lips to ask him, his voice stops you from doing so.
“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
Actually, you didn’t think you’d change places. “But can’t we just have sex he-”
“No pretty, here it is cold and space is also little here. I want you to relax. At least for your first time…” His words almost interrupt you harshly, but you know exactly that he is actually only worried. He worries too much.
Like before, you just nod before you get up. The mood seems kind of weird. Kind of like a planned meeting, only that you just arrange sex in Semi’s bedroom. Semi realizes that this all seems awful to you, but knows exactly how he can stimulate your mood when he reaches out to you and grabs you with a tug on your thighs, presses you to his chest. You shriek loudly as your boyfriend lifts you into the air, starts laughing as you lie safely in his arms and look into his suddenly dangerous eyes.
With you in his arms, he goes up the stairs, ignores everything around him, and focuses only on you. With every step he makes towards the bedroom, you notice how the excitement slowly rises in you. But it is a pleasurable excitement, at no moment you feel afraid.
Semi slowly kneels on his bed, lets you sink into the duvet, and never loses contact with your eyes. “Are you still sure? I won’t accept a nod.” His raspy voice chills to your core, his lips float above yours, waiting for your answer.
“Yes, I’m so sure, Eita.”
Your lips touch his with your words. This moment is so intense, even though you are not kissing properly.
“Good…” He only briefly kisses your lips before he strolls down your body, first teases your neck, your shoulder, and pushes his fingers under the straps of your top. Even though he has often touched you like that, it feels greater today. Probably because you know what’s about to happen. You notice how your blood flows faster, how your body slowly changes and you become impatient.
“Eita, I want you so bad…” Your voice is so soft, full of lust, almost like a moan as you look at him with your half-lidded eyes.
A sharp gasp escapes him when he sees you like this. Semi has to hold himself back. He had never seen such an expression in your face. You’re just irresistible right now. But before you both start, he wants to do one thing first.
“Baby, just wait a second okay, I’ll be right back.” Again, he kisses your neck before looking up at you through his dark eyelashes.
“Y- you want to go?”
“Just for a second.” Convinced that he only wants to get the condoms quickly, you nod and watch him run out of the room. Without Semi, the room feels so empty. Time doesn’t pass and you’re wondering if there’s anything you can do to make him blush. To put him in the mood. You could strip down to your underwear and pose attractively on the bed. Yes, that’s a good idea, you think and nod confidently before you strip layer by layer from your body, lie down again in a provocative pose, when you already hear the door and see how your lover enters the room.
For a moment he stops in the doorway, surprised, when he sees you so lightly clothed. You wear a thin gray sports bra with the matching panty. It’s not the first time he sees you in underwear, but he still notices his ear tips turning red, while he can’t get enough of inspecting you. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to say.
“A towel? What do you need this for, Eita?” It’s your voice that makes him shake his head and answer your question.
“I thought we’d put this on the bed, you know, because you could be bleeding.”
Blood? That’s right, a friend told you about it. She was incredibly afraid of hurting and bleeding on her first time. Good for her that everything went pretty well, and she had neither pain nor a bloody abdomen. Nevertheless, this is not the norm. Probably it’s better to put a towel under you, at least you can be sure that you don’t mess up his bed sheet. You nod a little hesitantly when Semi comes back to you, you move to the side so that he can place the towel.
Only now you realize what you actually intend to do and slowly you get nervous. You take a deep breath, want to shake off your sudden nervousness, but Semi notices the change in your posture immediately. Gently his cold hands lie on your shoulders, pressing you on the soft duvet, while at no moment he looks out of your eyes and places himself sideways from you.
“Baby, there’s no need to be nervous, okay? I’m right here. I’ll comfort you.”
His words brush your lips, and it’s crazy, but you feel like they make you drunk, numb your worries. Because you feel comfortable again, wrap your fingers in his hair and push him closer to you to kiss him. His tongue teases you, looks for the way of yours and makes your thoughts completely dizzy. Your whole body suddenly feels feverish, even though he has done nothing yet.
A barely audible moan gives Semi the assurance that you like it so far, that he can go on to the next step as he strokes his fingers across your curves.
“Eita… that feels so good…” you groan between your kisses as he gets to the edge of your panties.
“Should I go on?” Your boyfriend asks you gently. His fingers slide over your covered slit, causing you to buck your pelvis while you nod. If he could, he would want to capture that sight forever. You look so incredibly sexy when you lie so willingly next to him, pull your own hands on his hair to show him to continue.
As his hand slides under your panties and touches your bare skin, you hold your breath. You’ve only ever touched yourself so far. Being touched by Semi now feels so incredibly good.
Semi can’t help his murmur either, because he already feels how he’s being greeted by your damp walls.
“You really want this, huh, pretty?”
“Ye- yes…” You sob as you feel his fingers slowly pressing inch by inch into you. His thumb circles your bud with soft pressure. Again you buck your pelvis, keep pushing against his fingers which slide into you and enjoy this feeling of his skin on yours.
Your juice wraps around his digits, merges with the sounds of your kisses, while your moans become louder and louder. Your voice heavier. There’s this feeling of your stomach cramping again, the feeling you already know so well. That keeps your breath away. You are so close.
“Eita M’ so close…”
“Want me to go on with my fingers? Want me to make you cum around them?”
Oh god and how you want that, but would that mean that it’s already over here? You’ve always satisfied yourself by now. After such an orgasm, you usually could no longer do anything at all. You always feel exhausted. Besides, you don’t just want his fingers.
“N- no ah! Want to cum around your cock…”
His movements paused for a moment. With your choice of words, he can hardly imagine that you are really a virgin. If he didn’t know better, of course.
“Okay then, let me get undressed.” Carefully, in order not to ruin the mood, he drags his fingertips out of you, never letting go of your delicate lips at any moment, as he opens his belt. After he has opened the zipper, he gets up, inspecting your reddened face and puffy lips, while you do exactly the same.
“Come baby, take off your clothes too.” He whispers hoarsely, strips his shirt from his body, followed by his pants and boxers. You don’t need long to strip off the rest of your clothes too, while fixing your eyes on his broad chest.
You know you’re sitting completely naked in front of him right now, in front of that handsome, well-built young man, but you don’t doubt yourself. The only thing that slowly makes your blood rush faster in your ears is Semi’s massive cock, that slowly gets hard. Every time you blink and open your eyes, you feel his cock getting bigger. So big that you’re afraid that you might be in pain if he fucks you. Because with his fingers you already had the feeling that he fills you enough, but only his fingertips were in you. Two… of his fingers…
“Ehm Eita… I - I think -”
“You want me to stop? I will, if you’re afraid or if you don’t feel like it anymore. But if it’s because you’re afraid… Baby, there’s no need to be.” Maybe it’s his words that make you deny his question, or his caring nature that makes him somehow sexy.
“I really am a lucky guy to have such a beautiful girl by my side…” With a low voice, Semi leans forward, kneeling in front of you as he presses you on the bed by your shoulders and looks for your eyes. You just feel like when you shared your first kiss. You are agitated. Everything tingles in you, only that now his naked skin makes your mind crazy. While he supports himself with one hand next to your head, he spreads your thighs with the other hand and his legs, so that you can feel his tip on your slit and wail.
“It’s okay baby, I won’t rush. Just relax, okay? I’ll make it slow.” You can’t answer him. You’re too tense when you nod and your hands hug his neck. As requested by Semi, you try to relax, close your eyes and somehow try not to think that it could hurt, but nothing happens. Instead, you notice how his weight shifts differently on the bed and how he opens the drawer to his bedside cabinet. Questioningly, you open your eyes when you see him crouching in front of you, a bottle of lubricant in one hand, a pack of condoms in the other.
“I hope it’s not a mood killer for you, but you don’t take the pill, or other contraceptive. We must use a condom.” His last words he murmurs only dull, has the packaging already between his teeth to open it. He spits out the torn piece of plastic, takes out the condom and rolls it over his length quickly before he bends down to you again, kisses you. Next to your wet kisses, you hear the bottle of lube pop up before it drips cold on you.
“That’s c- cold!”
“M’ so sorry, babe.” He apologizes to you, because that wasn’t his intention. To make up for this, he puts his warm hand on the spot that was surprised by the lubricant earlier, massaging your folds with it before pressing his tip against your entrance.
“Relax, okay?”
“Y- yeah…” you say, but your heart beats heavily against your chest. Automatically, you shut your eyes, wrap your hands around his neck tighter.
“I told you to relax, baby. Show me your pretty eyes.” His voice wakes you up and you exhale deeply, looking through your long eyelashes to his brown eyes. Slowly you feel the pressure at your entrance getting stronger, how it stretches, when suddenly everything inside you gets warm. His glans glides into you so slow. You can no longer keep eye contact, tilt your head backwards and give a silent moan as he gently fills you up bit by bit.
For a moment, you feel an unpleasant pull in your abdomen, but it disappears as quickly as it came. Just for a second, you make a grimace. But Semi notices that even if it was only short, you have pain and looks instinctively down, sees that besides the mix of lubricant and your juice also blood sticks to his length. And not just a bit.
“Baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He breathes softly, no longer moves inside of your walls, but you shake your head.
“It’s all good, really. It only was a temporary pain, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Can you please… please go on?” You ask insecurely, but somehow also excited, because this new feeling triggers something in you. Almost relieved, Semi bends down to your lips, kisses them just before he presses his head next to yours on the pillow. His hand slides up and down your leg, holding it tight as he moves again. You have the feeling that with every bit that he thrusts into you, your thoughts become more muddy.
”So… tight..”
“Mmmh Eita, that feels g- good…”
“Can I go deeper?” Nodding, you pull him closer to you, before he grabs you tighter and raises your pelvis slightly to drill deeper into you. Full of pleasure, he purrs, enjoys it as much as you, so intimately united. Enjoy how your tight walls pump his length as he gets closer to his climax with each thrust. Still the head next to yours, he can’t see your face, but with your increasingly louder moans, with your body that trembles, he is sure that you do not need long until your orgasm.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you sing like that.”
“Mhhh Eita please, I’m c- ah… mmh!” You swallow your words, completely forget what you want to say, as your whole body tingles strongly, your eyes roll back and you forget everything around you. Can’t hold back your upcoming orgasm with Semi’s deep thrusts.
“Fuck babe… Love you sp much.” Semi clicks his tongue while your pulsating walls make it impossible for him to keep his load in his balls. With a raspy voice, he tells that he loves you while he enters you one last time to release himself, before he slumps against your chest. Both of you pant. His warm body glows on yours.
Out of breath, you both lie there, while you still can’t believe what just happened. You still have to process everything, but you’re happy. Smiling, you grunt, raise your arm to stroke Semi’s back with your fingertips while listening to his scant breath. “I love you too… Eita…” You answer him to his declaration of love earlier.
Satisfied and slightly tired, he raises his head, looks at you sleepily before he gives you a smooch on the lips and straightens up, draws his cock out of you. Attentively, he takes off the condom, knots it together and throws it into the trash can next to his bedside table, before turning back to you and stroking your inner thighs.
“Were you really in no pain?”
“No, not at all. Really, baby. Why are you asking me that now?”
Shy, he looks down at the towel, at your core before you also raise your head and you realize why he asks. You covered the towel with blood. Not a beautiful sight, you think. Immediately you feel uneasy, but Semi tries not to leave you long in this unpleasant feeling.
“It’s normal that you can bleed the first time. That’s nothing gross. Let’s relax a bit and when you feel like you’re ready, we’ll get up and take a shower. Please don’t think I’m disgusted by it. That little of blood doesn’t make you unattractive. I don’t care because I just had sex with the woman I love.”
It’s like he knows exactly what he has to say to make you feel good again, so that you can leave this unpleasant feeling behind and remind yourself how beautiful the sex was. Again Semi pushes you down, tickles your lips with his before you rest for a while and then shower together.
There is absolutely nothing structured between you and Futakuchi according to plan. It’s all kind of spontaneous, just happening without you thinking a lot about it. And since everything is so spontaneous, you never talked about sex.
You just wanted to wait for the right moment.
You didn’t worry about contraception, as you’ve been taking the pill for over a year, started taking it after you’ve always had such period pain.
But lately, the conversations about intimacy are coming up in your circle of friends. Your friends talk about their first time and no matter what day you meet them, sex is always the number one topic.
One of them said that she had bled so much that her boyfriend wanted to take her to the hospital. The other had said that they had to break it because she was in so much pain. And the third had said that it was totally boring and no fun at all. Probably because she didn’t have an orgasm. But do you really need an orgasm for the first time? Isn’t that a pretty exciting event, anyway? Well, no matter what, you can’t have a say in that.
And as you know him, Futakuchi won’t even think about sleeping with you. There are other things going on in his head.
Maybe he also wants you to take the first step? Why are you thinking so much about it? That’s not your way… Still, you’re curious about what it’s like to sleep with the man you love. Does he even think about it?
Is it actually the case with men that they also have pain? And here you are… for the first time you ask questions about sex in your girls group, talk together with them about their experiences, which somehow make you anything but happy. Actually, they make you panic.
Maybe it’s better to search the internet for more experiences.
Like every Saturday you are at Futakuchi’s apartment, lying in his bed with his old shirt and plush socks. Sitting against the back of the bed, legs slightly bent and looking through different forums to look for opinions and experiences of other women. Futakuchi is still in the bathroom, showering away the sweat from training, when he comes into the bedroom dressed only in boxers. But you do not hear him, you are too absorbed in the experiences of all the women. Even when he calls your name the second time, you don’t react.
You really seem to read something interesting, Futakuchi thinks. He would love to know what it is. Not that he wants to screen your phone. If it’s messages you write to friends, he doesn’t want to know. Speaking of messaging with friends... For inexplicable reasons, he hears Kamasaki’s voice straight in his head, his stupid laughter and the words “you dare not”. Kamasaki had shown him a video of couples doing this new “flip over” trend today after training.
While the woman is sitting on the bed, actually exactly as you are doing it, the man approaches her, crouches with his back to her in front of her and wraps his legs under her legs, just to turn her over with a flip to the side. So that she meets the pillows with her face, ass up, while he is like the doggy position behind her. Kamasaki was convinced that Futakuchi would not dare to do that with you. But it’s still Futakuchi. He has proclaimed out loud that he can definitely do that.
Daring… tch, what’s so daring about it? He wonders, unaware of what is about to happen. Just like in the video, he imitates the movements when your attention is now focused on him during his movements. Now away from your phone. You didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom, let alone crawl on the bed. Wow, you were really totally gone with your thoughts.
“Kenji wha-” But you do not manage to ask your question completely. It happens at such a rapid moment. You feel your body swing to the side as you suddenly face the pillow. Futakuchi’s pelvis bumps your butt. Immediately your heart beats faster, because you feel something on your butt. It is not really hard, but it’s big. His dick, which you never felt against your body so far, is so close to you now. An unknown feeling spreads between your legs. What is it?
Laughing, Futakuchi leans forward, unconsciously puts his hand around your stomach before he tries to look you in the eyes. You turn your head to the side, peer at the cell phone, which glows brightly in your hand. Futakuchi follows your gaze, giggles again when he asks you what you are reading.
“Seems really interesting when you can’t even take your gaze away from that thing while your sexy boyfriend enters the room.”
“It- It’s nothing… really…” you answer shyly and notice how your cheeks blush. But unintentionally Futakuchi has already read the headline in the pink forum which says ‘First time, last time - it’s only painful nothing more’.
“Hey babe, why would you read this?” he asks irritated, annoyed that you read such nonsense. As if some woman who had a wonderful first time writes on the Internet in such forums how great it was. Only those who really thought everything was stupid do that. It’s the same with the dentist.
“I… I don’t know… but-” Still shy, you’re trying to free yourself from the grip of your boyfriend, rubbing your butt more against his pelvis and now Futakuchi understands what Kamasaki meant. Your shapely ass rubs against his cock and god that feels so hot. Your expression at him from down there, pinned into the pillows, damn that’s anything but decent.
“What are you doing there, Kenji?” The hand on your stomach unconsciously becomes firmer. You have the feeling that his cock on your butt is changing. It’s somehow… harder? Bigger? Is he… Is he aroused right now? Again you feel your fast beating heart on your chest, notice how the blood rushes through your head.
“I- I’m sorry, cutie. It was just-”
“You’re in the mood?”
“Huh?” He asks surprised, his eyes grow big as he looks down at you. In the mood for… sex? Do you mean that? No, you mean something else for sure.
“Are you in the mood for… you know… sex?” Your question comes out quietly, almost as if you were ashamed to have said something so lewd out loud, but Futakuchi has understood you crystal clear.
So it’s indeed what you thought. Why is he so turned on suddenly? Oh, fuck… “Are- are you, babe?”
“I- I feel strange but… if you rub your dick at my ass like that… I think that this strange feeling is what you call being in the mood.”
“Good… because I feel like… I really want you now, babe.” These are just a few words, but they are powerful. ‘Cause all the heat’s visible on your face. His brown eyes stare at you as drilling as that of a wild animal looking at its prey. His length pushes more against you and your whole body feels strange. Mixed feelings are spreading within you. Somehow you are curious. You feel ready to take this step with him, but at the same time you are afraid of what you stupidly just read on the Internet. Should you tell him? But he looks at you so full of desire. Besides, he’s hard… Turning him down now, you don’t get over your heart.
So you turn away from his gaze, press your face into the pillow in front of you, your hands clenched into fists at the edge of the pillow. Futakuchi interprets your body language so that he should start doing something. Just what? He never had sex, just like you. And the porn he had watched before your relationship is probably anything but helpful...
Without really having a plan, he strokes the inside of your thighs up to your covered pussy. With a muted moan, you twitch slightly, squeezing your legs together. Somehow he likes it, how you are so sensitive only by his touch. Is that because you’re just as excited as he is?
Grinning, he snorts, and bends forward, still touches your inner thighs with his fingertips. He kisses your plump butt, like its something fragile under his lips. Oh god, such kisses feel certainly different. Futakuchi notices how his stiff cock hurts because it can not find salvation. Because he has to wait until you’re prepared enough for his manhood. Again, you pinch your legs together. Maybe, is it not the pleasure, but something else that makes you do this?
“Hey babe you, you want it, right?” His suddenly so serious question makes you flinch. Somehow you feel caught. Feel bad at the same time because you said nothing, and he obviously noticed something wrong.
“Y-yes…” It’s not the whole truth, but you don’t dare to tell him what’s bothering you right now.
“And why do you always flinch so when I use my hand-”
“I’m just scared… I -”
“O- okay but we can make it slow? Just test it and if it hurts, we’ll stop? Or… or let’s just stop here and wait until you feel ready, okay? Let’s watch a movie.” Futakuchi had already thought something like this may happen after you had read these stupid blog entries. But he can understand you somehow. Even if he has to think of something for his erection now. But just as he wants to move away from you, your voice and your half-lidded eyes stop him.
You’ll be scared next time too. Besides, it doesn’t have to mean that your first time must be as bad as the ine of the other girls. And… Just like with Futakuchi, this new feeling inside you, this strange thing that makes your body so warm, is almost painful. You want this.
“P-please don’t stop… Let’s try…” You take a deep breath, push your butt in his direction, as if you want to tell him to touch it again while you still have your eyes on him.
Even if he wants to continue, he asks you if you are really sure, and this time you give him a quick and clear answer. An answer that controls his movements, because he has his hands back on you in no time, the lips on your skin, while his fingers pamper you. When you feel his index finger on your covered slit, you shriek briefly.
“N-not good?”
“Mh… It- it makes me feel weird. In… a good way I think?” Your honest answer is like a lullaby in his ears. Simply beautiful. And just as honest as your words, your body responds, because Futakuchi feels how the fabric of your panties is wet. Oh damn, maybe that’s a bit like in a porn? In a very, very soft porn…
Every time he runs over your slit, he presses his finger a little harder against the fabric, notices how you wind your body, and moan softly. And only that is enough to make the bulge in his pants so unpleasant. He can’t wait long.
Whispering, he reaches into the plush flesh of your ass cheek with his free hand before pulling the panties off of your hips. On your panties he sees the wet strip, looks at your now bare pussy, which is slightly covered by your juice.
Without turning around, you know he’s looking at you right now. Or rather, that he looks at your most feminine body part. “Kenji… please don’t look at me like th- ah!”
A startled moan silences you as you feel his hot fingertips on your bare skin. At the place he had rubbed before, only that you wore your panties there at that time. “You’re really wet, my dear.”
Lust, danger, so much accompanies the sound of his voice. Without thinking about it, he pulls his boxer shorts down to his ankles, finally gives his stiff cock the space it needs. You hear him take off the boxers, turn your head back to the side to catch a glimpse of his cock. But you wish you hadn’t done it.
“Th- that will never fit!” You say panicked and seek contact with his eyes. But he just smiles at you. A mix of cautiousness and teasing.
“Let’s just try, okay? I’m pretty sure my beautiful girl will take it well.” Even in such a situation, he flirts with you and makes you blush. Nevertheless, you feel like it will not fit without preparation. How should it? You never had something like that in your virginal hole?
Futakuchi realizes your concern, is glad for the first time that he had bought a bottle of lubricant a few months ago that he had stored under his socks in the bedside cabinet so you do not find them. Briefly he bends to the side. You realize how his weight also shifts your body lightly, as he rises again and you hear the plopping of a bottle cap. Questioningly, you look at him, but quickly see the bottle. Even if you would like to know when he bought it, you don’t really care now. Yet nothing happens. The only thing Futakuchi does is turn the bottle in his hands back and forth. As if looking for an instruction manual.
“Damn, how much of it will we need? Let me google it…”
“Really?”
“Yeah I mean… I don’t think we’ll need the whole bottle, right?” There is nothing left of the deep, throaty voice he had before. Only his typical playful voice echoes through the room. Shaking your head, you roll your eyes, try to suppress a giggle.
“Well, just use a bit…”
“A bit? And then?”
“I don’t know? Smear it around your- your dick or so?”
“And that’s enough?” He should distribute this hazelnut little drop on his entire length and that should be enough? Does he not have to distribute something on you too? Or is your own juice really enough?
“How should I know it’s my first time too, you idiot!”
Well, you’re right. Smiling at his own awkward manner, he apologizes before he just does what he should have done from the beginning. Turn off his mind and just let his body do it.
Just like his brown eyes, your own wander down to his cock, to his fingers that smear his length with the transparent gel. Maybe it’s the way he touches himself but, your fear disappears more and more, the desire to finally feel him in you is high.
“Say if it hurts, okay?” He says seriously, the top suddenly at your entrance. Again you flinch, know now it’s about time. Excitedly you hold the air, grip more firmly into the pillow, waiting for him to enter you. And it’s a brief moment when you feel his tip pressing through your entrance, and sense a burning pull in your abdomen, which is uncomfortable.
“Ah! Ngh it hurts! It hurts!” you scream, pinch your legs together and hear Futakuchis clicking his tongue painfully. But he suppresses his own pain after you have pinched his cock with your walls. He’s more worried about you. Directly he looks at if you bleed, but he sees nothing.
“Wh- where do you feel like you’re in pain?”
“I- when you put it in… it hurts…”
“Then let’s try it again next time.” Actually, he just wants to calm you, wants to make you understand it does not matter to him whether you have sex today or tomorrow or only in several months. It doesn’t matter to him. But you’re shaking your head again.
“No, I really want it, Kenji… Now…”
Your boyfriend had seen you tense your whole body. Maybe that was one reason you were in pain? Maybe you need to relax? “Then do me a favor, okay? Try to relax a bit. Breath in and out deeply, calm yourself and don’t squeeze me like that. Maybe you’re too tense.”
Relax… This sounds like a simple task, but it is not so easy to implement. But you try it. You do exactly what Futakuchi said, take a deep breath, try to relax somehow, turn off your mind when you feel his tip on you again.
This time you only feel it lightly at your entrance, feel it sliding into you a bit, but immediately slips out of you. You haven’t been in pain yet, so why does he stop? You’re about to turn around and ask him what’s going on when his voice stops you from doing so.
“Shh, just relax, okay? I’ll go deeper slowly.” And that’s exactly what he does. Again you feel his glans pushing into your hole, this time deeper. All the way to where the pain started in you. But the pain does not come a second time. Instead of giving him a shrill cry, a moan escapes you, because it suddenly feels good. More and more your boyfriend fills you and this strange feeling in you, becomes heavier. Grumbling, his hands hold your hips as he thrusts deeper into your tight pussy.
“Mhh Kenji!”
He has often jerked off, knows the feeling of being close to a climax and although you have just started, he notices he needs little to fill you. Why do you have to give him these sugar-sweet sounds?
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels mmh… Good..”
He notices how his thrusts are no longer as slow as at the beginning, how they become a little faster and sloppy, your voice getting louder full of pleasure. “Babe, I think I’m gonna cum!”
It’s not only in his words but in his movement, his trembling grip on your skin, that makes you realize how hard it must be for him to stay cool while he’s ready to cum. His length massages your inner faster and faster, feels more indecent with every thrust. Yet this strange but pleasant feeling becomes bigger and heavier in your own body, numbs your mind.
“Mf, fuck!” Futakuchi groans as he suddenly pulls his cock out of you, starts pumping it with his hand before you feel something hot, thick on your ass.
“Fuck, sorry babe. I couldn’t do it anymore.” he breathes hard, falls back on his bed. Although you no longer feel his cock inside you, you still think that it is stretching you, that your walls are still trying to cling to something. But the only thing they can cling to right now is air. You feel tired, exhausted, at the same time somehow so light. You can’t describe it.
“Please say something… am I that bad?”
Only now do you perceive Futakuchi’s voice. Did he say anything earlier? You try to stand up to see him as you feel the cum running down your butt. But it does not drip on the freshly made bed, because your boyfriend has already reached for a handkerchief on the bedside cabinet to wipe the sperm from you.
“M’ sorry for that.”
Instead of being disgusted, you only smile lovingly, tell him it is already okay and want to kiss him, but he does not respond to your kiss, turns his head to the side. Irritated, you look at him.
“You- you didn’t cum right?” His question is almost offended. As if his priority is that you have an orgasm. But did you have one? You can’t really answer the question. After all, you’ve never had one before. But the way you felt...
“I don’t know… But I think, yes?”
“You think? So we should probably repeat this soon to see if today was an orgasm or not?” And again his famous shady grin on his lips. The smile you love so much about him. Nodding, you wrap your arms around him and make him lose balance so that you both fall on the bed. You in his arms, nose to nose, you laugh out loud.
“So, it wasn’t painful now, right?” Your loving-looking boyfriend wants to know while he sticks a lock of hair behind your ear. That’s really still bothering him. Shaking your head, you give him a quick kiss before staring deep into his eyes.
“No, it was really nice, but… I don’t really understand the hype about the first time. It wasn’t that great, bad or whatever. But I know I’m looking forward to our next time.” With these words, you lie your head on his chest, only listen to his heart beating loudly and quickly against his chest as his hand sneaks under your top so that he can stroll along your spine with his warm fingertips.
“Told you it’s stupid to look for these shitty posts about other girls first time.”
“Yeah, you’re right. At least for once.” Although your words may sound mean, he feels you mean it affectionately, feels your smile on his chest before he gives you a kiss on the hairline.
“I love you, dummy.”
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