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tonytonwy · 1 year

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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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floatmeintothesun · 6 months

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NSFW; MINORS DNI

Thinking abt sensitive fem!reader who insists that she’s perfectly fine with being degraded, she wants it to happen, wants to experience what it feels like with Miguel. He’s hesitant, he dislikes saying things like that to his significant other even during sex but he does want her to explore on what she does and doesn’t like.

He’s splitting her open on his thick length slowly, her nestled firmly in his lap, his chest flush to her back. She’s squirming, gasping and trying to adjust as he carefully sinks into her, inch by inch.

“Poor baby,” he croons in her ear, big hands playing with her breasts, “dumb little whore can’t take all of my big cock, huh?” His hips snap up cruely, shoving the rest of himself deeper. She’s whimpering while he mumbles filthy shit like “you’re such a stupid bitch, can’t think when your insides are getting stuffed like this, yeah?” and “Want my cum? You'll have to beg for it, fuckin' slut" and all kinds of other mean stuff and she just cant help it :(.

She bursts into tears, sniffling and trying to wipe them away bc she’s trying to have a good time, but it’s all just getting really overwhelming. Miguel notices instantly — of course he does. He's immediately all over her, asking if she's okay, if she needs him to stop and pull out before she just shakes her head and tells him that it was just too much. he asks her what she wants to do for the rest of the night and she just asks him to be sweet.

sweet. he can do that.

he ends up spending the rest of the night pampering her thoroughly, making sure that she feels good and putting his own feelings second. soothing quiet moans with kisses, large palms holding her securely, gently -- anything she wants. miguel is nothing if not a thorough man, giving his gorgeous girl whatever she wants, however she wants. although, granted that doesn't mean he doesn't get off from watching her pretty face contort with pleasure.

#I need that man #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #into the spider verse #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #can u tell I just really love soft miguel #I'm on my period #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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