𝐯𝐢 - 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢
“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 had 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.
she glared, “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 (fav/pizza) right now. maybe i could call the pizza place really quick 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.
“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 and entered the room connected to mine.
“good god, you all look wonderful!”
suddenly the herd of women surrounded me. and of course with my short height, i hardly was 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 who i asked to be a bridesmaid.
“ah, thank you.” she faced me while i grabbed the makeup box.
after about an hour, i had done almost all of the girls makeup because i needed something to take my mind off of the hunger.
“is everything ready?”
“yes, dear. now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a futakuchi.”
i had been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. my smiled was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.
“babe? are you alright?” i heard him through the door. he couldn’t open it due to the bride and the groom not being able to see each other yet.
“i’m fine, just hungry.” i lightly laughed, if I didn’t get food in me quick, i was sure i was gonna die.
hearing no response from kenji from the door i furrowed my brows. getting on my knees, i bent down to see if he shoes were still there from under the door.
which they weren’t, by the way.
suddenly a loud gasp had 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 love him as i received an earful.
“ah yes, thank you..for that.” i awkwardly said to my mother.
she sighed and shooed me away, saying something like i should already been in my dress and shoes.
sorry mom, but i was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels.
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 pale while door, listening. although, hearing for exactly nothing.
“(y/n)? you can come out now.”
once my mom said that, i rushed out to see if anything was wrong.
noticing 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 (fav/pizza). enjoy babe.” i heard a kissy sound from him through the door and his foot steps trailing away.
dear god, i love that man.
i set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it. not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not.
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 as i shoved the crust into my mouth very ladylike.
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, which 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 like, i should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.
as if i don’t get his attention already.
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. who needed a dad anyways?
we hooked arms as i nervously held the bouquet. even though i’d waken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets me in knots.
kenji had been laying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. and i love him so much, i truly do, but i was about to snap.
i shifted, trying to move his head so it would be laying 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.
“your fat head is hurting my boobs.” i whined, shoving his head down to my mid stomach.
“you could have just said so, let’s switch places then.”
right as i was about to question him, he had flipped us over. where i had my back against his chest instead.
i nuzzled into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that i was comfortable.
we had gotten married two months ago and yet, he still says dumb shit like this.
“i can massage them for you?”
i tore my eyes from the screen and just stared at him. how the hell is just so..so..perfect?
“as much as i’d like that, i’m watching a good movie right now babe.” i pointed out, shifting so i could have more cover.
“can I hold them then? their always really warm.” he commented nuzzling his face into 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 thinks.
“kenji?” i mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.
he hummed to answer, i could feel the small vibration through his chest.
“i love you.”
he pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body. “i love you too baby.”