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[silusvesuius]

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[luza-wayne]

drunk talk.

bokuto koutarou x reader

wc: 1.3k

i like the little hurt i felt, rereading this fufu. i remembered i posted this on one of my old tmblr acc. pls request to me, i'm begging T^T

you were woken up from your afternoon nap when you heard your phone went off continuously. you grumpily reached for it on the nightstand just beside the bed.

as if a spell was cast on you, your expression immediately lit up, when you saw the notification.

bokuto has been more expressive and more clingy this past week. he does things like staring at you while you do work and he'd always bring you sweets and flowers every time he came home.

just yesterday, he brought you another necklace.

though you want to know why he's like that, you don't mind it, in fact, you love it. that's why you make sure to show him how much you love him too.

you looked at the time on your phone and it's already quarter to five.

i guess i should clean up the house. you thought as you fixed your hair and stood up.

...

*ding dong* 

you were woken up from your slumber for the second time today when the sound of the doorbell rang throughout the living room of the house you shared with your boyfriend.

ah bad. i fell asleep while cleaning. 

you drowsily rubbed your eyes as you walked to the door, not minding the unfinished work.

you opened it and there was akaashi looking so done with his life, while your partner hanged on his left shoulder.

“akaashi, did he drink that much?” you said looking at him pitifully.

“yeah,” he stated. “...but he's acting weird today.”

you wanted to ask what he meant, but you told him to get in first to at least place bokuto on the couch and rest his shoulder.

he softly throws his previous captain on the couch as you take off bokuto's shoes. when you came back from putting the footwear on the shoe rack, you offered akaashi water.

“hey, what do you mean earlier?” you asked him, worried that bokuto might be having a problem.

“normally, he would be so energetic and loud, but today he just drank and drank. i immediately noticed it, that's why i didn't drink too much because i'm sure he'll be too drunk later on.” akaashi explained and chugged on the water you gave him.

you looked at bokuto and you noticed how troubled his expression is, even though he's sleeping.

“did he tell you anything?” you queried the editor who’s looking at bokuto.

“sadly, he passed out before i could ask him anything.” he sighed and fixed his glasses.

after you talked a bit to akaashi, he bid farewell to you, since he has work tomorrow. you sent him off while thanking him for looking out for the drunk guy on your couch.

you went to the bathroom after to get a bowl and towel to clean up bokuto. you crouched beside the couch and slowly took his arm.

you successfully wiped it, so went to the other arm. as you reached for it, you suddenly froze when he groaned.

“hm? who you?” he questioned looking at you suspiciously.

here it is again. every time bokuto is drunk, he always fails to recognize anyone. anyone. 

“ah. i was with akaashi. you're akaashi, right?” he wanted to confirm, but you just smiled at him and offered him water, but he refused.

he turned his body to the side, he's facing the backrest of the couch and his arm dangled on the edge of it.

“akaashi…” he called even though akaashi's not there.

you just decided to go along with it, hoping you'd catch something funny that you can tell him tomorrow once he comes to his senses.

“yes?” you answered, putting a low tone to your voice.

“i want to ask you something.” he said, not moving from his current position.

“what is it?”

“i don't know what to do.” 

“about what? tell me.” you listened to him intently.

is he going to talk about what's bothering him?

“actually, i love (y/n)...” you replied with a hum.  “but…” he refutes.

but?

he changed his position again and now he's facing the ceiling with his arms covering his eyes. this is the first time you saw him this serious while drunk.

“i love her, but i don't love her.” he whispered and bit his lips.

“what?” you were unsure whether you heard it right or not.

i must’ve misheard it, but i’m pretty sure i didn’t. what is he talking about?

“what do you mean?” you let go of the towel accidentally making it land on the bowl, splashing water on its surroundings.

“what i mean is that i'm not feeling the same way as before. i love (y/n), but it's not the same love i'm feeling from before.” he said, his lips were quivering and his voice was a bit shaky.

“i'm trying, akaashi. i'm trying to bring back the love. i’m doing the things i did when we were still new to the relationship. i'm hoping the love would come back, but…” a tear fell on the side of his eyes, down to his ears. 

“what if it doesn't come back?” his voice was getting quieter and quieter.

“what if my love for her fades away?” he sobs.

you just stood there looking at him talking. a lot of information came in at once, it seems like your mind can't keep up.

he doesn't feel the same anymore? so the reason he's been extra sweet lately is that he wanted to revive his feelings for me? 

you let out a laugh and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what are you laughing for, akaashi?” he fixed his position, sat on his butt and looked up at you, even though his eyes were still blurry.

“nothing. it's just, (y/n) thought nothing of it when you were extremely sweet and clingy, though she loves it, now she feels like shit knowing what was the reason.” you tried to finish what you were saying, while also trying to keep the tears from falling.

he confusedly looked at you. you cleared your throat and clenched your hand.

“why don't you just tell her the truth? that you've already fallen out of love?” he lowered his head and placed both of his hands on the sides of his head.

“but, i promised her forever.”

he said, vocals almost inaudible, because of how shaky it is. anyone who can see him right now, can tell that what he's showing right now is what he really feels deep inside him.

“i promised that to her, and i still don't want her to be sad.” he clasped both of his hands.

“but you shouldn't lead me on that you're still mine because that hurts much more thinking all your i love you's are genuine, but it isn't. it’s not love, if you’re faking it.” 

you sighed heavily, you felt as if your legs lost all their power, you suddenly wanted to sit down. you did, but on the floor right in front of your boyfriend.

you looked at him while cries and worried about what to do with himself for minutes and minutes.

it seems like he sobered up. 

you smiled weakly and reached for his cheeks. you noticed how he melted into it, now you know that he's really back to his senses.

“babe…?” he muttered and looked at you. 

you saw how his eyes showed terror now that he'd realized that the one he's talking to all the time was you and not akaashi.

“b-babe, i—” he held your hand that was on his face, but you pulled it out of his grip.

you nodded slowly, smiling at him.

“shh. it's okay. we can talk about it tomorrow. you should take a rest for now.” you said and walked towards your guy's room, refusing to let even a drop of tear fall in front of him.

bokuto watched as you took each step. what he's feeling right now doesn't seem right. 

it is as if you're walking away from him for good, but he feels like he should run after you. 

but, shouldn't he feel that way if he had already fallen out of love, right?

thank you so much for reading! reblogs would much appreciated!

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[getoswhore]

𓆩♱𓆪 ASK FOR A CAR WHILE YOU RIDE THAT DICK! ; multi.

♱ feat ; time skip! + sugar daddy! — mikey, draken, chifuyu, hanma, kisaki, ran, rindou x f! bimbo! reader

♱ synopsis ; asking your sugar daddy for a car while riding him!! heavily inspired by; cardi b – WAP feat. megan thee stallion.. | est. 1.0k wc

‘ cw/tw ; sws + riding, sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics, age gaps, creampie(s), pet names, awkward moments?!, spanking 1x (w/ hanma), sorta pet play (w/ fufu).

— pt. two! • pt. three!

♱ ; manjiro sano!

; mikey is a naturally calm man with a leaned back persona, which really grew on him with age. so, he doesn't mind what you do, couldn't even care what you even do with his money, such as spending it all away on weekly pedicures, hair and skin treatments, or buying some new and expensive clothes and shiny heels to match, etc.. he doesn't mind, but as long as your smiling for him, enjoying every second of being spoiled, and treating his pretty self and his pretty cock when needed, he's level headed. mikey really is a fantasy come to life sugar daddy when it comes to you..

the slap of sweaty skin to skin contact rippling off the walls of mikey’s luxurious home can be heard from down the halls, and that's just how he likes it. and that's how you know his brain is switched off.

it's the only time he will let his guard down, too sunken in a deep trance from your tits bouncing in his droopy face as you ground your hips down against his thickness, stuffing yourself with his cock that teased your cervix.

"mikey, baby.. 's too big.." you blurb out, trying to handle every inch of his cock like this is pretty difficult, but the silent praises that leave his lips make you pounce on his length faster.

"you got it pretty girl, keep riden.. yeah, just like that." mikey helps lift your hips up only to watch you drop back down on him with a whine.

“mph! mikey! i totally deserve a pretty pink car after this, 's too much." he chuckles at your sassy statement, knowing he's going to go through with it anyways, so he just simply nods before helping you back up and repeating the same pleasurable sensation to your abused, sopping little cunny.

♱ ; ken ryuguji!

; draken is very monotone about being a sugar daddy but he lets you do as you please without interfering, unless you max out his last card, again. though, ken is only sweet when he wants to be, trying to keep his tough exterior a show, but surprisingly, your able to slip beneath those rough walls he holds up and make him affectionate without knowing it; always hearing him grumble something out in annoyance but leans into your hold, sinking himself further into your scent. so, being his pretty ‘lil sugar baby is like being married to him, he's so cautious with you when your not paying attention, pampering you when you two are alone, and even scolding you if you spend your money the wrong way, etc.. overall he's a material sugar daddy..

“c’mon, go faster.” draken urges, gripping at your sides tightly to force your hips to roll harder against his pelvis as his cock prods deep inside your sweet cunt.

he's been so pushy with you, like normally, demanding things here and there like, roll your hips faster, touch his abs, or even to squeeze down around him harder. but its too much, riding his hefty cock for hours really takes a toll on your knees and you huff out.

draken looks up at you with a thin brow raised, seeing defeat bubbling up in your eyes, “c’mon, you got it or do i gotta do all the work, hm?” draken sighs, leaning up to press his toned chest against yours.

“well, you will if you don't get me a pretty little black car and if you do, i’ll fuck you just how you want, ken baby.” you ridicule with puppy eyes, pink nails trailing down every dip and curve of his flexed muscles.

draken almost scoffs out, letting go a callused hand from your ass to trail the tip of his finger at the curvature of your spine.

“really? you wanna be a little brat right now?” you nod, turning your head the other way and crossing your arms as you sat completely still on his cock that throbbed in you.

“tch, fine. what kind?—”

“a bugatti!”

♱ ; chifuyu matsuno!

; the older chifuyu got the more open he became with his sexual lifestyle. expanding and enjoying something new during sex is just what he craves, so acting out his erotic fantasies like putting on a pair of cat ears and a pink collar with his name engraved in it, he's more than happy to spoil you rotten some more. but of course, the gentleman chifuyu is, he buys whatever you want or need, or what he wants for you. chifuyu just truly loves pampering his little sugar baby or so to say, his little kitten, so asking for anything or seeing something that piques your interest, he's already buying it..

“you're so cute like this.” chifuyu fawns at the look of the fluff cat ears placed evenly on your head, the pink collar wrapped nicely around your neck, and the soft tail plug stuffed in your tighter hole as your stuffing your sopping little cunt with his lengthy cock.

chifuyu just can't help himself, one hand gliding up your back as the other gently pulls at the artificial tail, making your hips stutter at the slight stretch to your ass. your hands squeeze around his slim thighs as you lift yourself up and plopping yourself back down his sheer mass, stretching and filling yourself up to the hilt with him.

“oh, yeah? but y’know, i’ll be a lot cuter riding you in a ferrari.” you slip in, teasing a hint at what you wish for and chifuyu is already thinking where could be the closest car dealership near him.

his lips purse as you steady yourself on him, watching him chew on his bottom lip, thinking quietly,

“what color would you want, kitten?”

♱ ; shuji hanma!

; hanma was never the type to be responsible in the first place, especially with his money. the older he got, the worse he got. knowing how much money he has, he cockily throws money left and right, spending it on the finest carved diamonds for you and him as if it would grow back simultaneously. so, being shuji’s little sugar baby is like a wild party every day with him, always getting exactly what you want without hesitation and never knowing what he's going to pull from behind his back, maybe a twenty thousand dollar pearl necklace? or maybe a twenty-four-karat gold ring? but hopefully this time it could be a new shiny car..

the toxic stick in hanma’s drool filled mouth moves as he speaks,

“‘m gonna cum.. take it all baby, yeah..” hanma groans with greedy hands fondling all around the curve of your ass, squeezing that mound of flesh before winding back “sin” and landing a firm strike to your sensitive skin, causing you to bounce harder on his pretty cock.

“take it all—”

“even your money for a new car? i can have it all?” you genuinely question as he's thrown off while cumming, bucking his hips up unintentionally as his face goes to contort into pleasure but makeshifts into confusion.

“fuck, what?” trying to calm himself from his somewhat ruined high, he's not sure if he heard those words slip out from your glossy lips right.

“i can have it all you said. so i want your money for a new car.” you squirm, feeling his warm ribbons of cum settling in your sopping cunt. hanma chuckles deeply, the smoke in his mouth puffing out,

“well, i guess i did pretty girl.. but as long as i can fuck you in it, then sure.” hanma can't ruin the excitement filling your widening eyes, so he just takes a mental note for the future on how he needs to be more careful with his choice of words with you.

♱ ; tetta kisaki!

; being kisaki’s sugar baby is very easy and a dream come true for any sugar baby. so, finding a desperate sugar daddy like him who's willing to pay whatever the cost is to even get a taste of your skin is always fun, and teasing kisaki’s touch-deprived self who's never got such a sweet pussy handed to him so easily, is even more fun. though, kisaki may act cruel and cold, he always whimpers and whines for you to spend just one more night; pulling out his wallet and trying to hand you wads of money which always reels you and leads you wondering how much he's willing to truly spend..

“m, fuck—! kisaki..” you squirm, hips stuttering to even lift themselves up, feeling overly stuffed with kisaki’s cock as his large ring-covered hands are gripping onto your plush thighs for his dear life.

kisaki is whipped, to say the least; blonde curls messily swaying around his crooked glasses, wet mouth parted, and heavy pants leaving his strained throat. the feeling of your wet gummy walls squeezing around his twitching cock is a foreign feeling to him, not used to bedding many women.

so, the day he got his wealthy hands on you he can't let go, to drowned in your sweet pussy— he's obsessed.

too far gone in the tight grip of your cunt wrapped around his twitching cock that prods at your cervix. he could have sworn he wasn't a prodigy for a second, feeling his brain just mush into slush when you're creaming around him like this, feeling your honey pooling at the base of his cock.

this was the perfect time to ask, seeing how far gone he is; can't even think straight with you sitting on him like this,

“ou, kisaki baby? ‘m want a car, like a pretty white one!” you squeak out and he doesn't even notice, all he heard was, “i want.” and that's already enough.

“yes.. yeah, yeah. sure, anything for you baby, anything..” kisaki blurbs out like a drunk, too focused on your sweet pussy gushing around his throbbing cock as you giggle happily.

♱ ; ran haitani!

; ran is a stingy older man with his money, especially when he's dealing his hefty wallet with you. and yes, ran fully understands the concept of the sugar daddy and sugar baby ordeal, but he still penny-pinches with you, knowing how you can get and how you can get has gotten him a bit loud mouth with you at times; seeing how his card being maxed out again and you with name-brand bags stuffed in the trunk of his rolls-royce really makes his head spin.. so, being his sugar baby is pretty difficult, to say the least.. but as long as you treat him with respect and serve his pretty cock when needed, he doesn't mind spending a few racks on you..

“ran! yes, yes, yes!” yelling out his name while slamming yourself down on his thick length really gets him going; his callused hands shooting up to play with your bouncing tits as he salivates at the tense feeling of your body rolling against his.

ran can't help but buck his hips up every time your sopping folds are prodding at his tip before engulfing the rest of him in one swift motion. you can tell he's close too, seeing how his swollen bottom lip is caught between his teeth, docile eyes hooded as his cock throbs in your tight gummy walls.

“fuck, yes.” he mumbles and this is the perfect time to ask what you've been longing for..

“oh, oh! ran, please can i have a pretty red car?!” you squeeze in those devious words right when he groans out a deep,

“fuck yes–?!” as he cums deep in your clenching walls he's whiplashed with confusion and satisfaction; an odd feeling during intense sex for him. the candy-colored hair sticking to his face gets swept away, brows knitting together as he's confused if he even said, ‘fuck yes’ to the pleasure of him cumming or to your question.

either way, you accept either one..

“really?! oh, ran! i knew you would say yes!” you pounce with excitement, clasping your hands around his bewildered face and kiss the tip of his nose. well, at least you're happy..

♱ ; rindou haitani!

; rin is such a sweetheart, even though he portrays himself as a cold-hearted man who could care less for another life, but with you– in private, he's the biggest teddy bear. he loves spoiling his sugar baby; he treasures touching ‘n groping all over you, peppering sloppy kisses against your bare skin at any chance he gets, and treating your pussy just right. yes, rin isn't well with words but you can always feel the adoration he has for you and the feeling of being covered in wealth is always so surreal..

“rin, oh.. rin baby.” you pant, hands squeezing at the curve of his neck as a safe haven, trying to steady yourself on his immense length as he looks up at you, eyes grazing against your lips, watching them bounce back into place when you let them go from in-between your teeth.

rindou hums in response, fingers squeezing the curve of your ass and jiggling that mound of flesh in his tight hold.

“baby, please can you get me.. mph!” rindou holds your hips down against his pelvis, forcing his sheer mass to fill you up, the crown of his cock kissing your cervix.

his hooded eyes flicker up at you, waiting for you to finish, “tesla. ‘m want a pretty–fuck–a pretty car like a tesla.” you whine, rolling your hips as he holds you down harder, now a more contorted face was displayed up at you.

your asking for a car.. right now?

rindou quirks a brow up at you but shrugs, “sure.” he accepts your spoiled little question with a dull demeanor, yet still laying there overly confused. why ask for a car now? but he knows you far too well, always an unexpected woman you are, so he could only accept it..

rindou’s thumbs soothe themselves against your sweating skin as you smile in fervor, settling your warmth around his throbbing length.

— pt. two! • pt. three!