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It has been a week since the incident with Akaashi and he still can’t forgive himself.
It should never have happened, no matter how much they both wanted it, Bokuto was the adult in this situation he should have thought about his actions more. No matter how badly they both wanted it, it should never have happened.
He trusted the boy, he honestly did, but that didn't change how wrong everything was. No matter how many times Akaashi reassured him that everything would be fine before he left that day, it wouldn't change the regret he had already begun to feel.
He has done whatever he can to avoid the boy, even going as far as to fake being sick so that he wouldn’t have to teach the class he’s in. If they did manage to cross paths, he would just turn away and under no circumstances would he make any kind of eye contact.
Kuroo has seen it all: the breakdowns brought on by regret, the threats to quit his job and simply disappear, and even his thoughts on admitting what he did and facing the consequences. Despite this, Kuroo just laughs it off, concluding that it's all a big joke. Nothing about it is a joke; everything is serious, and he believes he should face what he deserves.
He hates to admit it, but his friend isn't much help. All Kuroo does is try to convince him that everything will be fine and that nothing was wrong with what he did, but Bokuto knows all too well that he’s lying.
His office was the only place he could relax and try to forget about his problems, well for a few hours before they all came rushing back again when he realised he had to teach a certain someone’s class. Fortunately for him, he didn't have that class to teach today, which meant he could spend his time marking papers, which was a great distraction when he was trying to avoid his regrets.
It was quiet for him until it wasn’t.
A knock on the main office door was followed by a familiar voice, a voice that was about to terrorise him on what was supposed to be a calm day.
"Would I be able to talk to Mr Bokuto? It's just that I'm having trouble with my homework."
He recognised the voice almost instantly, the innocent tone masking the troubles it carried. Akaashi was purely a devil in disguise, a pretty face hiding a dirty secret.
But it wasn't just Akaashi who was the issue here; his best friend had answered the door in the first place, and said, "Give me two seconds, I'll just check if he's in."
Kuroo just walked into the office with a smirk on his face and a knowing look in his eyes; Bokuto knows that look all too well by now.
"I already know what you're thinking, and I don't want to hear it." Bokuto does his best to ignore his friend, but Kuroo is persistent, following him wherever he goes.
“Oh big daddy, your favourite little student is here”
“Quit it with the ni ckname” Bokuto spits.
“Sorry, sorry” Kuroo jokingly apologises, his grin widening as a thought occurs to him. “Is Akaashi the only one allowed to call you daddy now?”
Bokuto glares daggers, signalling for his friend to get out and leave him alone. Of course, Kuroo just ignores it; he isn’t sure whether Kuroo thinks he’s playing around with all of this despite his repeated expressions of regret.
“Tell him to leave, I don’t want to see him right now” Bokuto pushes his friend away, continuing to sort the files he’d started sorting earlier but had forgotten to finish.
“Well that isn’t very professional of you is it” Kuroo walks back over to his friend, l a little disappointed, and Bokuto knows it's all part of his messed up game. “What if he just wants help with homework? What kind of teacher would you be then hm?”
They are both aware that it will not be about homework. Akaashi has been giving him the 'fuck-me' eyes all week, and Bokuto knows that the more he ignores the boy, the worse it will get.
“That won’t be what he wants Kuroo and you know it”
“Oh do I now?” Kuroo turns to leave but stops as he reaches the door, making sure to get his final word in, “Maybe you should just give him what he wants then”
Bokuto scowls, his friend was the worst kind of influence and it’s starting to get into his head no matter how hard he tries to resist.
He just gets back on with his work, grading the papers that his class had completed earlier that day until he senses a presence, an unwanted one at that. Looking up he sees the student he didn’t want to see right now, wearing the exact same smirk he always does.
“I told Kuroo to tell you I was busy-” Bokuto refrained from making eye contact as much as he possibly could, not wanting to be entranced by the boy the way he was a week ago.
“Well, you clearly aren’t so-” Akaashi runs his hand along the teacher’s desk, only to ghost his fingers across Bokuto’s hand.
Bokuto flinches, pulling his hand away, “Actually I am, I have a stack of papers that need grading by the end of this week so I need to start getting them done”
“Surely you can have a break? It must get stressful after a while”
“I’ve already taken enough breaks Akaashi, I need to get these finished”
Akaashi just rolls his eyes, obviously not taking no for an answer. The boy is persistent and Bokuto knows it, he won’t stop until he gets exactly what he wants.
“You know I can always offer assistance, well from under the desk that is” Akaashi looks the teacher directly in the eyes as he speaks, batting his eyelashes.
Bokuto’s breath hitches as he chokes on the only remaining complexion he had left, the boy needs to leave and he needs to leave now.
“You need to leave”
“Not until you’ve helped me with the problem I have” Akaashi just continues with his teasing, trying to get the teacher to notice the obvious bulge in his slacks.
Bokuto continues to look the boy in the eyes, not even a mild hint of joy in his glare, “Unless it’s some kind of maths problem I’m not helping you with anything”
Akaashi just frowns, muttering under his breath, “Okay daddy”
Bokuto hears that but pretends he didn't and gets back on with his work, trying to gain whatever complexion he lost during the last few minutes. However Akaashi doesn’t move, not even one bit, he just continues to stand there and stare at his teacher with lust behind his innocent-looking eyes.
“I know you want to fuck me again”
Bokuto says nothing to that, not wanting to encourage the boy to say even lewder things. Not like he had to, Akaashi had a dirty little mind and they both knew that.
“You loved the way I was whimpering on your cock didn’t you?” Akaashi’s words only got dirtier, he knew what he was doing so far wasn’t enough.
“Akaashi we can’t do that ever again, it was a mistake, it never should have happened” Bokuto gets up from his desk, walking over to the boy and towering over him, hoping this will make him listen, make him understand .
Akaashi just glares up at his teacher, not wanting to stand down or shut up, “Are you saying you came inside me by mistake, that you called me your pretty slut by mistake?”
“It was all in the heat of the moment Akaashi you don’t understand” Bokuto exaggerates a sigh, his face falling into his palm.
“I understand well enough Bokuto, you want me and you’re only holding back because of the law”
“Isn’t that enough of a reason too, I could end up losing my job or end u p in jail” Bokuto snaps. “Do you want that to happen to me Akaashi? Do you?”
“No, but if we keep it on the down low no one will find out-” Akaashi protests, not wanting it all to be over since it only just started.
At this point, he just wants to both laugh and cry; laugh over how naive the boy is and cry over the fact he won't listen no matter what he tries to say. He doesn’t realise what will happen if they do get caught, Bokuto will be locked up and probably won’t ever see the light of day again and Akaashi will be treated as the kid he is and have to go through investigation procedure after investigation procedure.
“They always find out, you know this”
“I don’t see Kuroo and Kenma getting caught by anyone?” Akaashi is smug as he speaks, knowing the mention of the teacher’s friend will just mess with his head even more.
His stupid friend has gotten inside the boy’s head, of course, he has. If only Kuroo was more mature about his own situation none of this would ever have happened. Kuroo has always found innocence attractive and that was his biggest downfall.
“I’m sorry Akaashi, but this can never happen again, no mat ter what”
Akaashi scowls under his breath, on the verge of tears but they were angry tears rather than pained ones. He just stands there for a while, hoping the teacher will change his mind but this doesn’t happen, instead Bokuto just turns away and walks back to his desk.
That’s when Akaashi begins to cry, hot tears spilling down his face as he clenched his fists and continued glaring at his teacher in the eyes. It was as if he were a child throwing a tantrum in order to get their parents to listen.
“I’m going to get you to fuck me again, just you watch me” Akaashi sniffs and looks away, wiping tears from under his eye before turning on his heel and walking away.
With that, he left and Bokuto couldn’t be any more exhausted.
What was he going to do?
Why won’t he listen, why does no one ever listen to what he’s trying to say? What else is there to say other than what’s already been said?
Bokuto feels so defeated as if there’s nothing he can do to make the boy listen and understand what he’s saying. At least he has some time alone, for now, to think about what he can possibly do to stop the boy from obsessing over him.
He knows it won’t be long until the boy comes crawling back to him with another evil plan in mind.
—
A few weeks pass and nothing more really happens.
Akaashi rarely looks at him in class, and when he does, it's only for a few seconds before he returns to his work. Kuroo has also dropped everything, not mentioning the boy's name even once in the two weeks they've been hanging out.
He thought it would all be over soon and he wouldn't have to worry about anything else. Unfortunately, this was not the case, and what awaited him was unlike anything he could have imagined.
“Are we still on for drinks tonight after we’re done with class?” Kuroo asked over their lunch break, earning a smile and a nod from his friend.
It was a Friday which usually meant they would go out drinking if neither of them was busy and today just happened to be one of those days. Sometimes it would just be the two of them and other times there would be a few friends joining, Bokuto honestly didn’t mind either.
“Well, you can for sure count me in” Bokuto offers a smile, trusting his best friend to show him a good night. “Is anyone else thinking about joining us?”
“I think Oikawa said he was planning on coming and maybe Daichi but I’m not too sure about anyone else”
Daichi had only shown up a few times since he was mostly stuck at work or having a night in with his fiancee Koushi, so Oikawa was the more likely of the two to join them.
Bokuto just shrugs his shoulders, “That’s fine, even if it’s just the two of us we always find a way to have fun”
“Exactly dude!” Kuroo slaps his friend on the back, an enthusiastic smile on his face.
They parted ways after making their plans, knowing that it was almost the end of lunch and that they both had classes until the end of the day. Bokuto's classes went well; he didn't have Akaashi in either of his afternoon lectures, allowing him to spend the rest of the school day worry-free and fully focused on his teaching.
When classes were finished, Bokuto returned to the teacher's office to collect his belongings, which is usually where he meets his friend, but Kuroo was nowhere to be found.
With an expression of mild confusion on his face, Bokuto grabbed his phone and began texting his missing friend.
Lil daddy 💪💪 👅 👅
Bokuto: Hey dude where ya at?
Lil daddy 💪💪 👅 👅: Sorry bro, classes kinda overran XD
Lil daddy 💪💪 👅 👅: You can meet me in class if u wanna, I’m in C-3
Bokuto: Cool, cool I’ll head there now
Lil daddy 💪💪 👅 👅: 👍
Sliding his phone back into his pocket he heads across to the class where he was meeting his friend. Their classrooms aren’t that far apart so it isn’t long until he’s knocking on the other teacher's door, hoping for a reply.
However, this is not the case, so he takes it upon himself to open the door, unprepared for the sight he was met with on the other side.
“Hey, dude I’m her- what’s going on” Bokuto was frozen in confusion, not knowing where to look or what to say.
The friend who he had planned to meet wasn’t alone, in fact, he had a young boy perched on his lap, a boy that Bokuto knew all too well. There was another boy with them, holding onto Kuroo’s arm and nuzzling against it, Bokuto knew from experience the boy was Kenma since he would always be seen following Kuroo around like a lost kitten.
“Kuroo- what ar e you doing…”
“Oh hey Bokuto, I was just having a chat with little Keiji over here,” Ku roo says, his li ps curling into a smug grin. “He said you guys have had a little falling out and he’s really upset over it”
“Akaashi, I told you to stop this, I don’t want to have to tell you again” Bokuto scowls under his breath, glaring at the boy who won’t leave him alone.
Akaashi just pouts, looking up at the raven with sad eyes. In return Kuroo just pats his head gently, running his hair through the boy’s soft hair.
“Just look at him Bokuto, you’ve made him all upset” Kuroo fake pouts, basically making a mockery out of him.
Bokuto can only frown and roll his eyes, “Kuroo just stop, I thought we were done with this”
But Kuroo had no plan on stopping, he was always like this. He knew exactly how to get under Bokuto’s skin and used this as an advantage every time they would get into an argument.
“I was until he came into my classroom one day in tears, saying how you broke his heart” Kuroo continued to play with his friends’ feelings, knowing how much it was affecting him.
“There wasn’t anything else I could have done,” Bokuto tries to explain. “Kuroo you seriously need to stop all of this it has gone way too far”
Kuroo laughs, he doesn’t care about any of the consequences this all may have, he's just here to have fun. He continues to just sit there and smirk, periodically taking glances at the boy who is still sitting in his lap.
“Seriously Kuroo”
“What? You need to stop acting all high and mighty” Kuroo scoffs whilst rolling his eyes.
High and mighty? Bokuto could almost laugh. “I’m using logic Kuroo, is there anything wrong with not wanting to be arrested?”
“That won’t happen if we don’t tell anyone” Kuroo taunts, trying to coax his friend into coming closer and giving in.
But he knows he won't—not now, not ever, and not again.
“You’re so naive Kuroo, you always have been and you still are”
Bokuto wants to snap, he wants to yell at the top of his lungs and get the both in trouble for their wrong-doings but he doesn’t.
“I’m leaving, if we’re not going drinking tonight that’s fine but I won’t be a part of this any longer,” Bokuto says as he turns to leave but something stops him, a voice saying a very certain few words that he never expected to hear.
“He felt so perfect around my cock”
“What did you just say?” Bokuto can’t believe it, at first he thinks his friend is only joking but what he says next proves otherwise.
“Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that, did I?” Kuroo’s lips curled into a sickening smirk, his eyes still watching his friend for any change in his reactions.
“You’re joking… right…”
“What? Are you jealous or something?” Kuroo starts to laugh, his teasing grin not changing. “You didn’t want him so why would I waste my chance”
Bokuto can’t believe it, why would his friend do such a thing? His friend has a student of his own who’s already hovering around him twenty-four-seven, craving any slight bit of attention he can get and now he’s turned to Akaashi.
He’s even more insane than Bokuto first thought.
“He felt so perfect around my cock I can see now why you couldn’t resist” Kuroo repeats the words he previously uttered, knowing exactly what effect they were having.
“Shut up Kuroo”
“Why should I, I’m just letting you know what you’re missing out on” Kuroo starts pressing kisses down the boy’s neck, coaxing soft whimpers out of him.
Bokuto couldn't take it any longer; his friend was deliberately messing with him, and he wasn't having it. He stormed over to his so-called best friend raising a hand and striking him across the face. The slap echoed throughout the room, and the two younger boys' eyes widened in shock, unsure how to react.
“I said SHUT UP”
Kuroo is surprised but that doesn’t stop him from keeping that same smirk he was taunting Bokuto with before, “Now now, no need to get aggressive”
He’s fighting back the urge to just scream and cry, wanting nothing more than to just walk out of the door and never come back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he found himself walking over to Akaashi, the urge for confrontation on the tip of his tongue.
“Is it true, IS WHAT KUROO’S SAYING TRUE”
“You didn’t want me anymore, you just threw me away like I was nothing to you” Akaashi scowls.
“There wasn’t anything else I could do Akaashi, why won’t you ever understand” Bokuto feels the rage burning in the pit of his stomach, he’s trying so hard not to yell at the boy but he just won’t listen.
“You could have just ignored your stupid morals and not thrown me away like some usele ss toy”
“It couldn’t be like that why won’t you understand”
Whilst all of this was happening, Kuroo had taken the other boy into his arms and started to toy with him, coaxing soft whines from his pouty lips.
“Kuroo can you just stop that please, take it somewhere else if you have to” Bokuto groans, not in the mood to watch his friend dry hump one of his students.
Kuroo rolls his eyes, not caring in the slightest and continuing to please the boy, “It’s okay Kenma darling, ignore his complaints and focus on me okay.”
Whilst Bokuto was trying to get his friend to stop and grow up, the boy took it as an opportunity to start rubbing against him, craving whatever friction he can get.
“I knew you were nothing but a dumb whore” Bokuto hissed with venom. “You’d slut yourself out to anyone, it just so happened I was the target this time”
“Hey, dude that’s not cool” Kuroo glares at his friend, disappointed.
“Am I wrong, he doesn’t understand anything about morals or the law, all he cares about is getting a quick fuck”
If he truly understood they wouldn’t still be in this situation.
Bokuto hears Akaashi growl from the other side of the room, his eyebrows vexed in displeasure, “It wasn’t like that and you know it Bokuto-san”
“Then what was it Akaashi”
“You wouldn’t understand” Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile as he uses the teacher's words against him.
“Very funny”
Akaashi can’t help but smirk, getting a good laugh out of teasing his teacher and slowly watching his sense of morals deteriorate.
“Well if you’re not going to say anything more then I guess I’m done here” Bokuto turns to leave once more, not caring to hear anyone else out.
But Akaashi isn’t letting him leave and he knows that his words alone aren’t enough to stop the teacher from leaving him for good. So he walks over to Bokuto and grabs his hand in an attempt to pull him back and stop him from getting to the door.
“I’m in love with you Bokuto-san” Akaashi confesses, the essence of love in his tone.
Bokuto stops in his tracks, his hand still hovering over the doorknob as he turns to face the boy, his eyes wide in awe and confusion, “What-”
“You heard me, I love you Bokuto-san, I want you to be mine”
Bokuto sighs harder than he eve r has before, fighting back the urge to just fall to the floor and cry.
“Akaashi, you’re not even old enough to understand what love means” Bokuto tries to explain but just as it always has been, Akaashi doesn’t listen to him.
“But I do, I really love you Bokuto-san” Akaashi protests, despite the teacher trying to ignore his continuous advances.
“Then stop loving me”
Akaashi goes to protest but he can’t instead he resorts to looking up at his teacher with watery eyes, his lips quivering as he tries to say the words that he desperately wants to say.
“Are we finally done here?” Bokuto asks, hoping he can finally leave and forget everything that ever happened between them for good.
But Akaashi won’t allow it. No matter how many times he’s been turned down or told no, he isn’t going to give in until he gets exactly what he wants.
“Please don’t go, please Bokuto-san… I love you so much” Akaashi tries to pull him back but to no avail. “I need you to want me like I want you”
“I’ve already told you multiple times that can’t be like this Akaashi, you’re way too young and naive”
Bokuto can feel the tears welling in his eyes and he doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t like the idea of hurting the poor boy… yeah that must be it.
That’s when Akaashi does something unexpected.
Laying back on one of the tables he removes the lower half of his clothing and discards them aside, gaining the teacher’s attention almost instantly as he begins to whine.
“Bokuto-san, please… I need you inside me” Akaashi cries out, running his fingers along his length whilst spreading apart his hole.
This instantly grabs the teacher’s attention, his eyes widening as he observes the obscene display in front of him. “Akaashi just stop it already”
“But sir… m’ want you to fuck me”
“I said that’s enough Akaashi,” Bok uto growls.
Akaashi does not listen and continues to touch himself, his gaze fixed on the teacher. With each stroke of his cock, he lets the teacher's name escape his pouted lips.
“Bokuto-san… fuck-”
“I’m sorry darling, he doesn’t want you” Kuroo pulls away from the boy he was already toying with and walks over to Akaashi, trailing a finger down his unmarked thighs.
“Kuroo don’t you dare”
Kuroo smirks, knowing exactly how close his friend is to his breaking point, “How can I resist when he’s presenting himself so beautifully for us”
Kuroo begins to press soft kisses down Akaashi’s neck, his hands going to places they shouldn’t.
Bokuto growls, walking over to Kuroo and pushing him away from the boy who still continues to whine for attention, “Mine…”
“I knew you’d give in sooner or later” Kuroo laughed, knowing his friend can only take too much pressure before it all comes crashing down and he loses control.
“I actually hate you Kuroo,” Bokuto cursed.
“Yeah, no you don’t”
He looks over at the boy lying out on the desk who now had a wide smirk on his face, he knew he had won.
Bokuto leans in closer, lips inches from the boy’s pale, unmarked skin, “Is this what you want, huh?”
“Please sir, I want you so bad it hurts…” Akaashi whines, spreading his hole apart between two of his fingers.
“Fucking hell… I can’t believe I’m doing this again” Bokuto’s face falls into his hands as he takes a deep breath, knowing he can’t turn back from his after all.
He takes off his own pants, his cock already hard and throbbing from the sexual tension that has been building in the room for the past ten minutes. Bokuto spits into his palm, not caring about properly lubricating the boy, and shoves two fingers inside him. Akaashi winces in pain; it stings, but he loves it. Bokuto begins to scissor his fingers after a few rough pumps, widening Akaashi's painfully tight hole.
He purrs into the boy’s ear, soothing him, “you take my fingers so well don’t you darling”
Akaashi can only whine and nod, assuring Bokuto that he wants this and is enjoying it. His delicate frame moves in rhythm with the pumping of Bokuto's fingers, and he's already a mess from just those fingers alone.
“M-more… I need more ….” Akaashi begs, wanting more than just a few fingers inside him.
“You sure this isn’t enough, can you not just cum from my fingers hm?” Bokuto teases, pushing yet another finger knuckle-deep inside the boy.
Akaashi whimpers as he shakes his head, reaching his hands out in an attempt to paw at Bokuto’s cock, “ Please… ”
Bokuto almost feels bad, almost .
Flipping Akaashi over onto his stomach, he lines his cock up with the boy's hole and pushes inside. Bokuto feels the younger squeeze around him almost instantly, urging him to bury himself deeper and deeper until he physically can't anymore.
“Fuck- you’re so tight” Bokuto grunts.
When Bokuto finally bottoms out, his nails dig deep into Akaashi's hips, enough to leave long-lasting marks. After a few shallow thrusts, Bokuto pushes the boy hard against the desk, pulling his cock out as far as he can before slamming to the hilt. Akaashi feels the air get knocked out of his lungs as he’s manhandled and roughly fucked into over and over.
“Fuck, sir- I- ah- love your cock…” Akaashi says in between whines and begs as he just lays there and takes it.
“I know you do baby, you’re so perfect for me” Bokuto coos, pressing soft kisses down the boy’s neck and jawline.
Throughout this, Kuroo has begun to play with his own toy, running his hands beneath Kenma's belt and gently teasing him.
“Hey dude, wanna see something” Kuroo calls out, momentarily distracting his friend.
Bokuto tilts his head to the side in confusion, but agrees anyhow, “Uh, sure?”
Kuroo smirks, looking down at the boy laying down on the table in front of him “Take your pants off for me darling”
Kenma doesn’t hesitate, pulling down his pants which leaves him just in his boxers. Kuroo smirks at him and he sheepishly turns his head away before removing what’s left of his clothes.
“Oh, my god-” Bokuto’s eyes widen as he just stares.
The boy squirms noticing everyone was watching him and tries to hide away but Kuroo soothes him and assures him it’s okay, “I know right, he’s got the prettiest little pussy ever”
The small boy just whines, spreading his folds apart and urging the teacher to come close, to touch him.
“You want my cock darling” Kuroo purrs, gently running his fingers along the boy's soaked cunt.
Kenma hurriedly nods and whines even louder as Kuroo pulls down his zipper and pulls out his cock. Kuroo can’t help but chuckle at how eager Kenma always is to take his cock.
“Let me have a taste first, won’t you” Kuroo licks his lips, kneeling down between the boy's legs and shoving his face deep into his cunt.
Bokuto is completely mesmerised by his friend eating the younger boy out that he completely forgot about Akaashi and what he was supposed to be doing.
“Sensei please… pay attention to me”
“Aww is someone getting a little jealous hm?” Bokuto teases, watching as the boy pouts and shies away.
With one swift movement Akaashi is reminded how good Bokuto feels inside him and how badly he wants to come.
Bokuto leans down, kissing the boy tenderly, “That’s a good boy, just lay there and take it, sweetheart”
Akaashi just whines, he feels so full and Bokuto is so deep. Every thrust sends new waves of pleasure throughout him as his body quivers from the euphoria.
“Hey dude, wanna have a go with Kenma?” Kuroo off ers a smirk.
Bokuto was hesitant at first, but his mind is racing and all he can think about is fucking someone, anyone .
Akaashi whines at the loss, looking up at the teacher with a pained expression, “Bokuto-san…”
“It’s okay baby, I’ll be back in a moment”
The two older men switch places. Bokuto grabs Kenma's waist, which is so delicate that he can almost completely wrap both of his hands around it. He starts lining his cock with the boy's tight heat but pauses for a moment when he notices Kenma's widened eyes staring directly at his cock. Sure, Kuroo's cock was longer, but Bokuto wins in terms of the girth factor.
“Open up for me, that’s a good boy” Bokuto soothes the boy, pressing soft kisses down his back to try to relax him.
But to his surprise, his cock slides in wi th ease, sli pping perfectly in between the boy’s cute pussy lips.
Bokuto groans, throwing his head back, “Fuck- he wraps around me so perfectly”
“I told you he was a good fuck- why do you think I wasn’t able to resis t him”
Bokuto continues to thrust, only fucking into the boy harder the more he gets used to his cock. Kuroo was right when he mentioned how irresistible the boy was, if he hadn’t snatched him already, who knows what could have happened.
“Ruin him all you want but don’t cum inside” Kuroo mentions, looking in Kenma’s direction. “ If anyone is knocking him up it’s gonna be me”
Kenma whines at those words, making a grabbing gesture towards Kuroo, signalling that he wants him back.
“You alright swapping back now dude, I think someone misses me” Kuroo smirks which only makes Kenma whine louder for him.
Bokuto nods, “Sure”
The minute he’s back inside Akaashi, he bends down, pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s chaste lips. He knows he shouldn’t, the more he does things like this the more he is going to get attached but just can’t help himself anymore.
With every thrust, he can feel himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm, the overwhelming sensation building inside him. He hates to say it but this boy is giving him the best fuck of his life, better than anyone else he’s ever slept with.
“You gonna let me fuck you full darling” Bokuto purrs.
“Please Bokuto-san, please ” Akaashi begs, a small sob escaping his lips.
Bokuto runs his fingers along the boy’s throbbing cock, not enough to tip him over the edge but enough to tease him and make him cry, “That’s it… cum for me sweetheart”
Akaashi whines, he wants more stimulation on his cock but he knows the older is just being a tease. However he’s painfully close, he knows it won’t take much longer.
“I’m gonna hnn.. cum- fuck… daddy ” Akaashi’s body trembles as his orgasm rushes through him but the older has no plan on stopping so soon.
Instead, he keeps fucking into Akaashi at the same brutal pace as before, throwing the boy’s legs over his shoulders and slamming into him deeper than he ever has.
“ Damn… ” Kuroo mutters under his breath.
It only took a few more deep thrusts until Bokuto was spillin g inside, burying his load deep inside Akaashi.
When he eventually pulls out he is hit with the same looming sense of regret as he has been hit with before.
He did it again after he said he wouldn’t.
He did it again after he said he wouldn’t.
“I said I wouldn’t do it again and I-” Bokuto feels the room begin to spin as he falls dizzy and weak to the burning guilt.
Akaashi tries to comfort him but there’s no use. Before anyone can say anything more he has run out of the room, no idea where but he just needs to get out of there.
He’s probably going to quit his job or at least disappear for a while.
How can he be trusted in the same place as Akaashi knowing what he just did?