#haikyuu fukunaga

[heartfall-syndrome]

Kenma does not understand Fukunaga

[takes1]

fukunaga shouhei can't stop kissing you

a rare character i like a lot <3 not as much content for him out there

warnings. nsfw kind of, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI

details. nekoma girls team!reader / "crushing on the weirdo" prompt / lots of kissing / the 'knee thing' / libero!reader / lap sitting / freaky!shouhei / an altered game of spin the bottle / public displays of affection / yaku being a friend / kuroo being a friend

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests open.

Shohei was not a guy you could reveal you wanted to kiss without committing. You weren't friends and you didn't talk.

Everybody would know, through process of elimination, that you were crushing on him hard.

"--You clearly have somebody in mind," Kuroo insisted.

The longer you two went back and forth, the more attention was captured around the circle of both teams.

"I can't--," You wheezed.

The heat from your face alarmed you. It felt like your breath was getting stolen from your weak lungs as you glanced around a giant circle of curious, anticipatory faces.

Yaku, ever-enthusiastic, ever-crafty and always a little too interested in your crushes, placed an arm across your shoulders.

"You'll never get the chance again," He sang soft, just for you, into your hair.

You shuddered at the truth.

Now everyone stared at you both, as if he was the object of your adoration- as if you two were in a secret relationship. It'd be damn near libero-profiling if he was any more discreet about your close friendship.

No, you had long since passed the point of hoping you would move onto a more normal guy. If you did like Yaku, it would at least be socially accepted. But that was too easy. Your heart, among other things, was determined to make things difficult.

You made the mistake of bringing up your crush just once in the changing room.

"Shohei's not bad, either." It rolled off your tongue.

In fact, you didn't fully register that you said it until the other girls went silent.

Some polite, but disagreeing hums, even a couple muffled laughs. You shrank in your spot, clinging to the jersey in your hands.

"I'm joking-!" You laughed along, adding to the cruel sound, burning face hidden into your locker door.

Time was of the essence. You glanced down at your half-full bottle, eyes filled with a mix of somber resolution and pained resistance.

Yaku was right. There was no way you'd get this heavy admission off your chest without the double-excuse of alcohol and an innocent game.

"Shohei," You uttered the name directly to Kuroo.

He wanted to know the most, anyway. If anyone wanted to hear it repeated, they could ask him. Because now you were taking big, desperate gulps of beer to the crescendo of surprise from both of your teams.

You would've finished, if it wasn't for Yaku ripping it away from you to stick his finger down the neck of the bottle.

A flick to the back of the head. You could barely hear him over some celebration, some disgruntled, disappointed shouts alike, "That's not how you play the game, idiot."

Kuroo understood that this was a little more than the chance to kiss just any guy. He hit a goldmine of unrequited feelings while blindly striking some rocky ground. A proud grin replaced his shock almost right away.

Luck on his side, he called to Shohei across the circle.

"Whaddya think, man?"

Everyone seemed to lean in to hear what Shohei had to say except for you.

It was quiet for a second. You watched Yaku try and fail to twist his finger out of your bottle through the corner of a stinging eye.

"Ooh," Was all Shohei said. It was toneless, void of implication either way, until the bottom of his bottle faced the ceiling.

As he downed it, you felt your shoulders stoop further to the floor at a brutal sign of rejection.

A slew of second-years from both of your teams shouted to your defense, which turned into the start of mean threats on his body and life. It didn't help you feel any better, but it was reassuring to know less people thought of you as a loser.

Shohei's confusion was evident to you when you looked up across the circle, hugging your knees. He glanced around, wide-eyed, at all the collective anger when he stood up.

Kuroo clocked it first. He was quick, shushing everyone down, and pointed right at him.

"You're supposed to kiss her or drink, man."

"Ooh," Again, quieter. He was impossible to read.

Your heart fluttered with hope again despite your cynical mind.

"I'll do both," He said with a definitive nod, a complete disregard for the rules, and gave you almost no time to recover from the switch-up before walking across the circle.

Yaku shuffled away to make space. He kept his snide comments to himself for the first time ever.

Shohei was truly looking at you for the first time. You saw it in his big, watchful eyes, bouncing up and down over your body when he sank to his knees in front of you.

You shrank under the pressure, but remained larger than life inside.

He looked excited. You hoped you did, too. Or at least presentable.

Slender, precise fingers slid slow to cup one side of your face. His touch was so cold against your burning skin, but he didn't seem to mind it.

You readied yourself to kiss him, eyes closed-- once again, you were caught off-guard.

A cheek kiss.

It was slow, tender, curious, and you blinked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring down at you, still holding you in place.

Groans of disappointment all around.

You didn't have the privilege of feeling the same-- his proximity alone was going to kill you.

You shied away from his unholy eye contact, instead glancing down to his tense, sharp jaw, to his soft lips, only to realize you wouldn't be able to calm down.

He dipped back down for another, for your mouth instead, but could only barely brush you before a third-party pulled the rule-breaker off of you.

"It's just-- One kiss, you freak-!"

The game continued, filled with odd pairings and dramatic reveals of interest or disinterest. Yet, in spite of all the commotion, the only thing you were occupied with was trying to get a glimpse of Shohei without getting caught. It was impossible to do when he wouldn't tear his eyes off of you.

It was eventually his turn. The answer didn't surprise anyone, but it still ran a violent shiver across your entire body.

"(Y/n)," Shohei stated, returning your gaze with unfaltering stillness.

The focus in his eyes simply never matched the rest of his face. He looked always receptive, always interested, but he stared like he was about to swallow you whole.

It was creepy, and it shamelessly turned you on.

Too many times had he given you less intense glances that plenty sufficed in your late-night imagination. This was beyond what you could craft on your own.

Yaku prompted to you move with a gentle shove.

It was easier this time, in part because you were buzzed enough now, but mostly because you could get the nerves out by standing up, instead.

You were uncertain how to move once you stood in front of him, bouncing back and forth between replicating how he sat earlier, or getting closer somehow- but he made it a nonissue quickly.

At first, he got up to a kneel when you came down.

He seized your wrists and placed them on his wide shoulders with such a casual movement you didn't have the chance to appreciate it enough.

Your body was involuntarily stiff at his touch, and more importantly, his lidded eyes. He looked leagues more relaxed than you, like he forgot about the 15-some party shouting and commentating as soon as he got his hands back where they belonged.

Shohei knocked you off-balance by pulling on your hip and threading a thigh between yours, so you had no choice but to sit on his lap.

A small gasp parted your glossy lips. He took the opportunity to steal that kiss he was owed.

Whatever his true intention was, you couldn't find it in yourself to care; malicious, performative, exploitative, it didn't matter. He was far more experienced than you assumed, left you reeling at how direct he was, and filled you with complete rapture.

He took great measures to make you feel good in such a short time. A dexterous hand pushed you down onto a muscular thigh that flexed between your legs.

There wasn't going to be a second kiss, this time, so he made the first last as long as he could drag it out. It was rougher as he pressed into you, harder so as to not be separated again, passionate, and sure.

His arm kept you plastered against his front, an oversized hand on the back of your head-- you didn't have to move an inch, not a single worry about fucking anything up. He stilled your mind for a long ten seconds.

You were buzzing, light and heavy at the same time, when you pulled away to breathe. He blindly went back in for another, hungry for you still, but caught the corner of your mouth instead.

You both studied that pornographic string of spit between you for a moment before you wiped your mouth dry with the back of your hand.

The next morning.

The events of that night were so beyond your imagination that you woke up thinking it was just a wet dream.

You were brushing your teeth before for your morning practice game when your teammate slipped by you to grab her own supplies.

"How come you didn't sleep on the couch? I heard Shohei got booted to the living room since there weren't enough beds."

It was real. You kissed twice, in front of everyone.

How were you supposed to go back to normal now?

That question didn't get any easier to answer as the day went on. No matter how weird it was for the others that had also confessed their crushes, or just decided to let loose last night, the sand volleyball game still came at 8 a.m. sharp.

And those keen, nearly predatory eyes tracked your swift movements from behind the net throughout the entire game.

Captured attention aside, he still didn't speak to you until the first big break.

"Let's kiss again," He stated, clear as day.

His tilted look down at you made you jump back to the grass.

"What?" Shot out of your mouth, a little mean, but mostly confused. He didn't take it to heart.

Instead, he actually stepped closer to you, pointing between your lips, "We should kiss."

Panicked, you glanced around to the others either drinking or pouring water on themselves, and felt more at ease when nobody was paying attention.

"I..." You looked between his big, unblinking eyes, and felt a heartbeat start between your legs, "I don't think we can do that here."

"Why not?"

His quick argument and the sudden presence of his team captain, glancing around his arm at you, made you a little uptight.

All you could do was stutter out some incoherent sentence and shake your head.

"It's a fake match." He pointed at the sand court. "No refs. No coach."

Shohei stepped towards you again and closed the remaining distance. His neck was limp as he glanced you up and down again in your tiny shorts and tight tank top.

"Just a little one," He slouched forward to be eye-level with you.

There was no smoothness to his words, but his insistence, indicative of a powerful desire was enough to make you lean into him for a peck.

But he lied.

It wasn't a peck- it may have started as one, but once he wrapped his arm around you and fixed his hand against your head, it turned into three, then five, then a full-on, messy kiss that left you clinging to his sandy shirt for stability.

"Mmn-h," You pushed on his chest, evading another kiss by twisting your face, "Shohei--"

He was so good. You were featherlight, buzzing with cool electricity at his touch, but this wasn't the place.

"Y'know," Kuroo called after he was done watching from afar, "My car is unlocked if you two lovebirds want somewhere private."

Shohei only moved because a bit of sand from your face caught his lips.

You took the opportunity to try to look Kuroo in the eye in an effort to prove innocence. It was nigh impossible, because the way he grinned at you was like convicting you of a crime you didn't do.

"That won't be needed," You explained with a short tone, trying to sober yourself up with a big breath.

Despite Shohei taking him literally, eyes searching back towards the lot for Kuroo's car, and your desire to abandon all reservations about it, you couldn't.

You gathered your nerves and made some space between you. It would have to wait for a better time.

♕VIP♕

@yuchacco @integers

[main-bird]

bunch of the kitty cats or tono tries getting used to drawing the nekoma team

[justanotherjaydrawing]

wake up babe, it's lil guy o'clock.

[avalaryx]

the rarepair of rarepairs

[akinghead-akingwrld]

Where is your boy tonight?

“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.” - Fall Out Boy

Fukunaga x reader, gn! reader

While you’re waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance of the hotel prom is at, Fukunaga notices you.

word count: 500

It was prom night, and you’d gotten yourself all dolled up for it. This year’s prom was being held at a fancy hotel. The school had supposedly paid a fortune just to have it rented for the night.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring how beautiful you looked in the reflection. Your boyfriend, whom was supposed to pick you up, texted you while you were taking pictures of yourself.

The text read: Hey babe, I can’t make it to your place. I’ll meet you there.

Oh, whatever. It’s fine, right?

The time you were supposed to leave comes around, and, Instead of riding in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s, you grab your car keys and head out the door. Purse in the passenger seat, you start driving away.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you find yourself awed by how tall the building is. Impatient to see what the inside looks like, you jump out of your car and start looking for your boyfriend. He likely wasn’t waiting for you in the parking lot, so you decided to go outside by the entrance. No signs of your boyfriend. Hoping to find him somewhere inside, you go past security and finally inside the actual ballroom. Still, he’s nowhere to be found. You send him a text saying you’ll be waiting for him by the entrance of the ballroom. Delivered. He’ll read it at some point.

After a few minutes of looking stupid and waiting for him, you start losing hope. Then a boy, who you hoped was your boyfriend, started approaching you. As he got closer you noticed it was just some boy in your Chemistry class.

“Fukunaga?” You squinted your eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responded in that silly voice of his. He moved his eyes back and forth as if scanning the area for something. “Where is your boyfriend?”

“Huh?” You nearly burst into tears at the mention of him.

“Well I assumed you’d be with your boyfriend at prom, no?”

“I think he stood me up.”

“Probably, you’ve been waiting here for a while.” He looked around the room for your boyfriend, like you had been doing for the past however many minutes. “Sorry.”

You shrugged your shoulders as to say ‘whatever’, but the tears forming in your eyes said otherwise.

“Oh, there he is.” Fukunaga pointed his finger at a guy that looked completely out of it.

“What a gentleman.” You saw the look on his face. His excuses were something you couldn’t bear to hear at that moment.

“I could ‘spill’ my punch on him if you’d like.” Fukunaga suggested, taking a sip out of said drink.

A single nod was all it took for Fukunaga to throw his drink all over your boyfriend. He threw the plastic cup at him as well, while he was at it.

Before you could even register what had happened, Fukunaga grabbed your hand and dragged you along the crowd of people.

“He’s gonna kick my ass, run, run!!!”

a/n: i’m just writing stuff based off specific lines and lyrics of (prob fob) songs

[minecchi]

[kings-highway]

haikyuu truly has some of the best background/side/support characters like yes if you ask my favourite character Im gonna say Daichi

but also, whenever Fukunaga comes on screen I almost cry with joy. incredible design. incredible character. i love him. he gets less screen time than actual crows.

[calqlate]

HAIKYUU AS THINGS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID PT. 31

INCLUDES: fukunaga + hanamaki + kenma + kindaichi + kuroo + nishinoya + oikawa + sugawara

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used + includes gen alpha slang 💀

MASTERLIST

nishinoya: you're so skibidi

sugawara: boi if you don't stop your skibidi and your rizzler i'll smack the shit out of you

nishinoya: i'll smack your gyat

nishinoya: HAHAHAHAHA

sugawara: i'll tell the whole chat about your sins

sugawara: in front of chat and god bitch

[talking about how google docs uses their users' documents to train their AI for things like autocorrect, word prediction, etc]

kuroo: so it's kinda corrupted by smut writers

oikawa: HAHAHAHAAHA

oikawa: ppl like us ruin the autocorrect

kuroo: HAHA hey they chose our works to use

kenma: i'm going through a phase

fukunaga: solid liquid or gas phase

fukunaga: i'm so funny

kindaichi: i excel at being a simpring desperado

hanamaki: SIMPING DESPERADO

kindaichi: I MEANT TO WRITE SIMPERING BUT SIMPING WORKS TOO

© CALQLATE. all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, or translate my works on any platform.

[hinata-boke]

hyping up your kouhai at his part-time job

[heartfall-syndrome]

This boi is great

[poopdings]

happy kenma day! may your stonks game get off the charts 📈📈📈💸🤑

16.10.24

[main-bird]

Nekoma Second Years

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Made myself a new banner

[jasminebythebay]

a long awaited battle 🐦🐈🏐

--

This piece is now available as a print! https://jasminebythebay.etsy.com/listing/1721771789

[bokutosbabe]

We've Already Done It In My Head ;)

( kissing with the haikyuu boys )

a / n — was listening to guilty as sin? by taylor swift and knew i had to write something for my boys

content — haikyuu! boys x GN! reader, some suggestive parts, some characters repeated,

synopsis — just kissing with the haikyuu boys <3

✿.｡. “ without ever touching his skin, ” .｡.✿

Always feels like the first time

they're always so giddy to give you a kiss, whether it be a small peck or a full make out session, they are always bouncing up and down in excitement. while they're always the most excited to kiss you, they're also so insanely clumsy about it too.

you couldn't keep count of how many times the two of you had clinked your teeth together, accidentally headbutted each other, and even accidentally bitten each others lips.

maybe it wasn't always the most picture perfect kiss, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

after all, people do say they wish they could experience their firsts again, and you get that anytime you're around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ HINATA SHOYO, shohei fukunaga, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, asahi azumane, TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Always turns into a make-out session

if there was one thing that was 100% certain in your life, it was that you could never kiss them in a purely innocent way. you could be in a very - and i mean VERY - public place, and if you want to give them a small peck?

nope, it's turning into a whole pda session. sometimes you don't mind, but other times you're a little embarrassed because of their boldness.

even while you're at a big event, they have to have their hands on you at all times. "you look so good right now." ignore. "wanna kiss you so bad." ignore. "wanna go to the bathroom?" ignore, ignore, ig-freaking-nore!

if the two of you can get through the whole evening without a big display, maybe you'll reward him when you get home ;)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ATSUMU MIYA, korai hoshiumi, BOKUTO KOTARO, hinata shoyo

Always ends up in you getting what you want

it's not nice to manipulate people, especially not by kissing them until they can't tell you no. your boyfriend was a meanie. nothing more and absolutely nothing less.

all you wanted was to watch a rom-com for your weekly movie night, but nooo, they wanted to watch some boring history retelling film. you weren't sure if they really wanted to watch it or if they were only putting it on to piss you off.

so, of course, what else were you supposed to do besides slide yourself onto their lap and start kissing them until you could slip the remote from their hands and into yours.

" i hate you." he grumbled as you switched from the boring documentary to one of your favorite rom-coms of all time.

" no, you love me. " "...sadly."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KEI TSUKISHIMA, suna rintaro, OSAMU MIYA, TETSURO KUROO, yaku morisuke

Always gives the perfect kisses

they're literally a perfect specimen, it's really unfair.

you're sad? they're always there giving you small kisses on your head, forehead, and of course your lips. you're in the mood to just be hateful? he's there rubbing your back and kissing your temple while nodding along to your words.

there is no place in the world where they won't fit in perfectly.

and you're just lucky enough to be part of it.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ AKAASHI KEIJI, koshi sugawara, KITA SHINSUKE, toru oikawa, HAJIME IWAZUMI

✿.｡. “ how can i be guilty as sin ? ” .｡.✿

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