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Daddy Issues Part 2 (NSFW)

TW // NSFW
guys i think i can do it this time (I PUT THIS OFF FOR LITERALLY FOREVER LMAO HELP)
READ THE FIRST PART FIRST YOU HORNDOG (if you havent- that is.)

"We can go at your own pace, 'mkay?" Bokuto said, nuzzling up against Akaashi's neck.

"Don't treat me like some virgin, asshole." Akaashi mumbled, irritated.

"Alright, alright. I'm topping." He said, flicking his finger at Akaashi's head. It made a satisfying tonk sound.

"Ow, the fuck..? Whatever, I don't like topping bigger guys anyway." Akaashi said.

Bokuto hoisted Akaashi up in his arms and began to walk away from the door. He ripped his lips off of Akaashi's and looked into his eyes. Akaashi wrapped his legs around Bokuto's waist.

"Hey, where's your room?" Bokuto breathily whispered.

"Mm, down the hall to the right." He leaned his head down so it would fit into the crook of Bokuto's neck.

Can he hear me breathing hard? My heart beating.. at a literal inhumane pace. He can probably hear it all, help.

Bokuto sauntered down the short hallway and opened a whitewashed door. Inside, was a basic looking room with clothes thrown around, a computer huffing and puffing in the corner, and a desk absolutely trashed.

"Hell, it's like a tornado ripped through here."

"Shut up, I was busy studying for finals."

"You go to school?"

"Graduate school, anyways, you seem pretty young to be a dad."

Bokuto gently laid Akaashi down on his bed.

"Oh right, you're single right? If you aren't I'm gonna be really mad. You went this far," Akaashi whined. "I'm a gentleman, you know."

"Bro, of course I am. The wife unit expired." Bokuto sang.

Akaashi held back a sudden cough. Making an humfgk- sound. He blinked. "Ah, yeah, sure. Um, not you calling me "bro", we're literally about to fuck." He said, trying to recover from what Bokuto had just said.

What the fuck, am I about to have sex with a serial killer? Why did he say it like that-

Bokuto chuckled slowly pulled off his shirt from the back. He tugged at the collar lightly. His shirt lifted to showcase a chiseled- and I mean chiseled- stomach. Carved by Pythagoras himself. Bokuto smirked, finding Akaashi's shocked expression rather entertaining.

"Holy fuck, I thought you were toned not deadass ripped." He dragged a hand across his mouth in shock.

"Yeah, I used to take sports back in high school and college pretty seriously. You sure talk a lot." Bokuto murmured.

Bokuto grabbed his hand and ran it down his abdomen, letting him feel it for himself. He felt Akaashi's hand tic. He smirked. Akaashi looked up at Bokuto leering over him, slightly intimidatingly. He snapped back to reality.

"What? Do you want me to fangirl over your abs, old man?" He teased. 

Akaashi smacked Bokuto's arm a bit too hard. He ever so subtly winced. 

"Okay, I'm getting a bit irritated here," Bokuto said, partially sarcastically.

Akaashi smirked. "Really?"

"You talk too much, and I'm sure I'm not that much older than you. How old are you?" Bokuto asked.

"Take a guess, big man."

"Twenty-four?" 

"Ew, no, are you into young guys or something? I'm twenty-five."

"Dude- what difference is there with one year?"

"Oh my god. You're ruining the mood, let's just keep going, shall we?"

"Sure, I'm twenty-eight by the way."

Hot damn, this dilf is younger than I thought. Maybe I could be the second dilf- please, what? Why am I even thinking about shit like that? I think I've been single for too long.

y'all i cant do this

expect a part 3

i hate this <3