#futakuchi x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wttcsms · 3 months

Note

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.

#kenji futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #one shot #haikyuu fanfiction #drabble #fluff #imagine

86 notes · View notes

strawberrykake · 2 years

Text

when they want to see you 💬

—Atsumu, Athetic Trainer Iwaizumi, TSUKKI, KYOUTANI, Futakuchi, Hanamaki, Daichi, SUNA, MATTSUN, HOSHIUMI, Kuroo, Konoha, SEMI, Kageyama, UKAI, Sakusa

vs.

—YAMAGUCHI, Sugawara, Oikawa, Aone, HINATA, Kuroo, LEV, Kita, Aran, HIRUGAMI, Akaashi, BOKUTO, Tanaka, YACHI, YAMAMOTO, Fukunaga, Yahaba, KOGANEGAWA

928 notes · View notes

nicka-nell · 2 years

Text

Good morning kisses

Pairing: Bokuto; Futakuchi; Kita; Kuroo; Oikawa; Sawamura; Ushijima x reader

Note: fluff

Bokuto always tries to get up quietly in the morning, but that never works.

Why? Because he always immediately starts to smile when he sees you and can’t help but take your sleeping face in his hands while saying “Good morning my pretty sleeping angel.” and giving you a smooch between every single word.

He always thinks he’s whispering his words that his kisses fall on your skin as easily as a feather, but actually his words are loud in your ears, the kisses hard on your skin. Nevertheless, you are always happy when you see this broad grin. You also wish him a good morning before you put your hand on his, which lies on your cheek.

Constantly, he looks at you a bit sad, asks you if he has woken you up, and you tell him always that you were already half awake.

Together you get up, get ready for the day, even if you would have liked to stay in bed a few minutes longer.

Futakuchi has to get up very early. He does not want to wake you under any circumstances, because your alarm clock rings hours after his.

So he quietly gets out of bed and gets ready for the day without waking you. Just when he is about to leave the apartment, he sneaks back into the bedroom to give you a gentle kiss on the back of your head, brushing his thumb over your bare shoulder.

Without his words reaching your ears, he whispers, “Don’t let other people tease you today. Love you.”

Usually you don’t wake up from his kiss or his so quiet voice. But if you wake up, he tells you it’s too early for you to stand up.

He then requests you to rest at least for the next few hours and leaves the house with a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Kita is an extremely early bird. His day begins with the same routine, day after day.

He gets up straight after his alarm clock wakes him up. Then he folds his sheets on his side, opens the window and goes to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

Kita would never just give you a kiss like that in the morning. He doesn’t like kissing you without him not brushing his teeth before, no matter if bad breath or not.

But when he’s done, he comes back into the bedroom, closes the window again so you don’t get too cold when you get up and squats in front of your bed.

He loves seeing your sleeping face. It always relaxes him and makes him happy.

Lightly, he strokes the wild hair from your face, smiles unconsciously before he leans forward and kisses your forehead without waking you.

Kuroo hates it when his alarm rings because he has to get out of the warm bed. Nevertheless, he takes these five minutes to turn to you and wake you with a throaty “good morning, wildcat”.

Even in the morning, his smirk never leaves his face.

You both have to get up at the same time, so he sees no problem bending over to you to press a long kiss on your lips, waking you with it.

Because with such a kiss, there is always a big smile on your part. Something that motivates Kuroo to start the day.

Still close to each other, he kisses other parts of your skin. Your nose, cheek, neck, while he listens to your giggling voice, telling him to stop because you’re already late.

Both of you get up before you get ready for the day in a short time because, like every day, you stayed fifteen more minutes under these warm sheets.

Oikawa sets the alarm ten minutes earlier than he would have to get up just so he can cuddle with you actively.

Unlike most of the other boys, he crawls under your blanket and captures your body between the mattress and his weight before he gives you short but many kisses on your neck. Word after word falls between each kiss. “Good morning, my sugar-sweet sunshine.”

He just loves the way how warm your soft skin is in the morning, how your sleepy eyes look up at him.

All the kisses will always wake you up, make you laugh happily before you pull his face up to you. His brown eyes glance at you lovingly.

“Good morning Tooru.” you answer him before you pull his face down to kiss these hungry lips.

First once, then twice, until Oikawa’s alarm rings again, and you both know that you have to get up now.

Sawamura works in shifts, which means his good morning kiss is sometimes more of a good-night kiss.

But if he has to go to work early in the morning, he tries to turn off his alarm clock as soon as possible so as not to wake you, even if it is difficult for him because he is a morning grouch.

He puts together his uniform in the evening so that you stay asleep in the morning and makes himself ready for the day.

Like Kita, he only gives you a kiss to say goodbye, hoping not to wake you up.

Quietly he sneaks to your side of the bed and whispers quietly “have a nice day, my love” with his hand on your forehead before he gives you a loving kiss on your temple.

If you wake up, he’ll apologize to you for waking you up, tell you to close your eyes, and gives you a quick smooch on the lips.

“Stay safe Daichi.”, “I will! I love you, my dear. See you later.”

Both of you get up early, Ushijima because he wants to go jogging in the morning, you because you want to prepare breakfast and a small meal for the workday.

Ushijima is the first to get up in bed, grab his water bottle to take a sip to soothe his dry mouth and throat.

Ushijima is already sitting at the edge of the bed before he turns his head to the side when you put your hands around his broad back.

With a deep “good morning” he gives you a kiss on the cheek, ruffles your hair before you get up and brushes your teeth.

When you’re done, Ushijima puts his hand on your lower back, bends down and asks you if he gets a real good morning kiss now.

Now with a fresh breath, you kiss each other deeper, before you look shyly up to him and he gives you one last kiss on your forehead before he goes outside to jog.

#haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #futakuchi x reader #kita x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #ushijima x reader

650 notes · View notes

mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

Text

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

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

"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."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” from Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more!

the header is from FutakuchiKenji7 on X

#futakuchi kenji #haikyuu futakuchi #kenji x reader #haikyuu marriage au #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq x you #hq futakuchi #futakuchi x reader

13 notes · View notes

dragonslayer-5fanfiction · 2 years

Text

How they react if they fart around you 2

Part 1

Osamu: he lifts his leg to fart, usually on his brother. Did it once to you out of habit, and like wanted to melt into a puddle. You thought it was funny.

Ushijima: one loud fart. Doesn't necessarily stink, but startles everyone. He's just like -_- my apologies.

Tendou: honestly, just has little toots. And they're so cute, and you both just giggle.

Aone: farts at night. Is super embarrassed, but like they don't smell?? So you just give him kisses

Futakuchi: stink. And he usually tries to get to the bathroom but on the occasion he can't he gets embarrassed bc you tease and pretend you can't breathe.

Goshiki: consecutive toots and his face is red the entire time.

Yaku: silent and deadly. Doesn't say anything either. Let's everyone pin on someone else.

Ennoshita: super respectful, and like only toots in the bathroom.

Tsukishima: refuses to fart in front of anyone. Would rather die

Lev: farts in the tub and laughs at the bubbles. Like a three year old.

Kunimi: sits right on you and farts. Snickers to himself about it too.

Kindaichi: elegantly farts and excuses himself with red ears.

Aran: bends over and farts. Is embarrassed but doesn't let it show. Excuses himself and continues.

Ukai: farts without embarrassment, only in your house. Says excuse me and moves on.

Suna: he squats in front of you and let's one rip. No shame. Laughs in your face as you sputter.

Asahi: sits down one slips out. Wants to ascend at the very moment, a juicy sounding one too. You laugh and tell him it's fine.

532 notes · View notes

nishipostitz · 2 years

Text

haikyuu men as brother’s best friend

scenario: them meeting you for the first time

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2 | next

tw! none. cliche stories... almost pooing pants in 3rd one. just fluff

ok! in this case. he’s into older people. like. he could be a high schooler having a little puppy crush on a college student. you’re the older person he fell for. it was actually just a normal day. cliche, sorry. but your parents didn’t want to pick up your brother from practice, and you were just coincidentally running errands. “pleaseeeee!!.. can you pick me uppp.. mom and dad won’t pick us up and yk how far we live. we can’t possibly walk..” his tone guilt tripped you. but you kept hearing the way he talked as if there was another person. so you must keep up a good reputation as a great! older sibling. so you drove over to your old school and picked up your little brother his friend. your brother immediately made himself feel at home in your car. and his friend was baffled. how come you look like this, and no offense to your brother, but you’re clearly the attractive sibling. so now he has this bubbly crush on his best friends older sibling. so every chance he gets, he’ll accept a free ride bc who wouldn’t? but he’s shy :/

noya, asahi, kuroo, hinata, aone, bokuto, goshiki, kindaichi, tsukki, yams, sakusa

you were running a lemonade stand. it doesn’t matter how old you are. this was like a summer side hustle. lemonade is good, selling and making it is fun. it’s a winwin! but the best business deal was going to the park. especially one right by the gym! so not only are thirsty(and hot) gym goers and park enjoyers are craving for something sweet, they have a lemonade stand selling for cheap! so as he was exiting the gym, he saw the stand and jogged over. paying and drinking. it was delicious. after a few days, he decided to just jog at the park to see you more. a beauty who knows how to do business? sign him up! so one day, when he visits your brother, he sees you in the kitchen making the lemonade. “oh you’re the lemonade girl!” he said excitedly. you turned around and recognized his smile, and smiled back. his soul slowly left his body. he was starstruck by you. visiting the park and his friend’s house more!

atsumu, oikawa, daichi, ushijima, yamamoto, aran, kuroo, tendou, lev, iwa, tanaka, kita, kageyama

was actually talking online with you. you guys were partners with gaming and many other things. so you guys had many mutual likes. one day, he went over to hang out with your brother. a few hours later, you arrived home after a long drive from college to home. he saw you and was about to poo his pants. how did his best friend know you? answer; you were the sibling that was never mentioned! so not only did he meet someone he kinda had a crush on in real life, but they were closer to him than he thought!

kenma, akaashi, osamu, yaku, kunimi, futakuchi, inouka

guys this part was so boring T_T.... i honestly had no motivation... AGHHHH. hopefully it seemed realistic and enjoyable!!

274 notes · View notes

hqfeatbetty · 2 years

Text

what they call you ft.hq!boys x f!reader

sweetheart/sweety/sweetpie: Kita, Sakusa, Kuroo, Ushijima, Osamu

baby/babe: Matsukawa, Futakuchi, Suna, Bokuto, Atsumu, Kageyama,

angel/love/dear: Oikawa, Sugawara, Hinata, Akaashi, Semi, Iwaizumi

MASTERLIST

ASK

353 notes · View notes

lexinympho · 1 year

Text

[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!"

#this is crackish but fr i wanna see someone use dick down december #«lexi's writing»#haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq x y/n #haikyū x you

120 notes · View notes

keitea · 1 year

Text

when you ask him what colour you should dye your hair and he suddenly kisses you as you ramble on.

"why'd you do that?" "you look cute" ☺️

hinata, yamaguchi, kuroo, tsumu !!, tooru, kenji, suga, tendou <3

209 notes · View notes

writingbymoonlight · 1 year

Text

pout

ft.: futakuchi x f!reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my second entry for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! luna, thank you again for letting me join!

Futakuchi is in a sour mood.

It isn’t because his teacher scolded him for showing up late to class. And it isn’t because of the depressing grey and rainy weather outside that meant the team is stuck in the gym all day for after-school practice. And it isn’t because he’s currently been at practice for less than ten minutes and Kamasaki already scolded him for failing to be respectful to his upperclassmen.

Well, maybe that last thing is slightly irking him, but how could it not? Kamasaki’s presence and demands that he be more respectful was like a constant thorn in his side.

No, what had been bothering him was the image of you, one of Date Tech’s managers, and Koganegawa entering the school grounds together, underneath the same umbrella.

It wasn’t like he was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? You and Futakuchi were friendly, nothing more and nothing less. He was simply curious why you two were walking together.

Was there something going on between you and Koganegawa?

Futakuchi has to remind himself that it was highly unlikely. The first-year is undoubtedly a hardworking and loyal teammate, but he also is kind of like a baby giraffe: tall, lanky, a bit awkward and slightly naive.

Meanwhile, you are charming, intelligent, beautiful, funny and generous. There were countless guys at school who pined after you and Futakuchi knew that you’ve received a few confessions in the past. But no matter how sweet or well-thought out the confessions were, you turned every single one of them down politely. Futakuchi always assumed that this signified that there was someone you already liked. Maybe Koganegawa is the one you like?

But again, Futakuchi tells himself, he is only mildly curious about the situation. Not jealous at all.

“Oi, what’s with that pouty look on your face?!” a voice calls out to him from the door of the storage room, snapping the second-year out of his thoughts. Futakuchi looks up from the cart of volleyballs he was supposed to wheel into the gym and sees Kamasaki, who appears to have forgotten about their little squabble earlier.

“I don’t have a pouty look on my face,” Date Tech’s ace retorts as he hides away any emotion (and potential pout) on his face with a mask of nonchalance. Why was Kamasaki still hanging out at practice again anyways? He didn’t need to be here since he, Moniwa and Sasaya all decided to leave the team after their loss to Karasuno.

“You totally do!” Kamasaki barks out laughing before leaning against the door frame, a knowing gleam shining in his eyes. “Let me guess: you finally asked Y/N out and she rejected you?”

Irritation swells through the brown-haired boy as he pushes the cart of volleyballs out of the room, forcing the former middle blocker to jump out of the way.

“For the millionth time, I don’t like Y/N in that way,” Futakuchi grumbles as he shoulders past Kamasaki.

As much Futakuchi denies his feelings towards you to himself and everyone on the volleyball team, it is obvious that he has a crush on you. He isn’t overly snarky towards you. Perhaps occasionally sarcastic, but you always fired back with your own sarcastic comments, which made him laugh. He was never mean to you or gave you a hard time. Whenever you were around, he was more attentive and more outwardly kind. And it was impossible to miss the fact that he genuinely smiles whenever you talk together.

Kamasaki was about to open his mouth and point this all out to the stubborn new captain when you suddenly sprint past them towards Koganegawa, who was leaning against the gym wall, trying to imitate Kageyama Tobio’s nail care routine before practice commenced.

“Kogane! I wanted to thank you again for this morning!” Futakuchi hears your angelic voice announce.

From the corner of his eye, he catches the big-bone setter giving you a bright smile as he cheerfully responds, “No problem, Y/N!”

“I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella today. When it started raining on my way to school, I thought I was going to have to show up to class completely soaked.”

“Good thing I ran into you then!”

“Definitely,” you reply with a wide grin that makes Futakuchi’s heart ache. “Well, I’ll let you get warmed up for practice then.”

And with that, you leave Koganegawa and jog past Futakuchi once again, but this time, you throw him a small smile that causes his aching heart to skip a beat. As you make your way to help Nametsu set up the gym for practice, he is left wondering why small gestures like these are allowed to have such an effect on a person’s heart.

“Looks like you have no reason to pout anymore,” Kamasaki quietly remarks and Futakuchi senses that a knowing and teasing smirk is gracing his upperclassman's lips. But instead of confirming this assumption, Futakuchi watches you with his own small smile.

#futakuchi x reader #futakuchi x y/n #futakuchi x f!reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi kenji x y/n #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!!#collab: time to shine

115 notes · View notes