Anime&Scenarios x black femdom

Ex boyfriend 🏐 (angst vers)

Cw: cursing, angst, ex-boyfriend Bokuto, wife lover, cheating
Wc: 1276
Pet names: none, angst

You opened the door with your robe hanging off your shoulders and your glasses crooked on the bridge of your nose. You had just woken up from the banging happening on your front door. "Koutarou what the fuck are you doing on my porch? Let alone my presence at 4 in the morning." You glared at the male with silver hair.
Ugh, he hated when you used his first name.

You were pissed, you had just woken up abruptly from the most relaxing drugged sleep you've had in a decade. You just quit your job of being a teacher, the first thing you did was light a jack and laid down with the widest smile you pulled off easily. But that happiness quickly got ripped away from you as you stared at your ex.

Then that anger got ripped away as you see your ex with wet puffy eyes and swollen lips from the times he kept licking off his tears. His hair that was usually spiked up was blow-dried, tucked behind his ear, and laid over his shoulders.

Oh god. You thought as you looked at your ex-lover, guilt filling you. "Bokuto..." your voice was raspy as the tall male looks at you with wet golden eyes. You sighed, trying to ignore the pout on his lip, and opened the door wide enough to come in.

You closed and locked the door before moving around the sniffling man, then went to the kitchen to grab him something to drink. He followed you, sitting down on the island chair. "Tell me what happened.."

You spoke up, pouring the Pineapple Ciroc into the glass, then topping it with cold grape juice. "I walked in the house... and it was spotless." This made you pause, eyes glaring at the silver wedding ring as he tapped it against the cold glass. You cleared your throat at this, surprised since all he did was complain about how she didn't clean, cook, or work and he did everything plus two jobs.

"Uh huh... did you come here to gloat about how your wife is trying to make a change?" Yellow eyes bore into yours, tears building up in them before he lifts the cup, taking a sip of the 70/20 drink. "Please don't start with that..." he grumbled, tapping the ring against the glass before continuing. "There were two glasses of wine out... I thought she got the house nice and done up for me. Heh." He scoffed, raising his glass to take another sip, which you copied the action.
"I smelled dinner... I figured she was in the room, waiting. So I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower." That explains the bob that's going on.

"Went in the room with just a towel on-" "I don't need the details." "And I saw her lying in the bed... laying with someone. I didn't know what to do... so I just got dressed.. loudly." You looked over his sad face, and no bruises, you looked down at his strong pretty hands, checking his knuckles, and no bruises. Well, he didn't fight. "And he ran away. He didn't know she was married..." he licked the inside of his cheek.

"And I just really... I need someone to talk to..." You bit your bottom lip, wanting to so badly curse him, to scream in his face to get the hell out, to laugh at his tears. But you couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Instead, you sighed. Even though it's been years since the two of you dated, you still held a small distaste for the male for what he did to you. Granted you two were young and you've moved on with your life, with your wife. You swallowed down the rest of your drink with a sigh and walked over to his side, he faced you once you got to him, between his legs.

"Be honest with me Bokuto. You have so many amazing friends... why are you here... in my house, sipping on my Ciroc. Where my wife and I lay our heads at night." Koutarou wasn't the always loud and immature high school and college boy he once was. He was well into his 30s now, he knew right from wrong, he's been through heartbreak, and he's done the heartbreaking. And he pays taxes now. He's matured, somewhat.

He's grown. So you wanted to get straight to the point. Why was he here? " I miss you..." his voice was low, laced with embarrassment. You scoffed at this. "Okay, Koutarou. It's been, what? Ten years? We haven't hung out in 9, and we barely talk now. How do you miss me when you don't even know me anymore? You miss the old me. You miss what could've been me if you didn't cheat on me with the slum that's cheating on you now." You talked lowly in a matter-of-fact tone, eyes squinted so that you saw his words go through his head.

He sighs at this. This was his karma. That's why he couldn't even be angry at the affair his wife was having. "Now..." you clicked your tongue "finish your drink," you pointed to the freezer, eyes still on him even though he looked down at the fluffy material of the robe you wore.

"And make yourself a TV dinner. I'm going to bed...with my wife!" You stepped backward, away from his thighs, and turned your back on him. "You'll stay the night here. Feel free to sleep on the couch... or the guest room-uh-Mm!~" a hand pulls you from the second stair, and whips you around until the owner of the hand's lips crashed into yours.

You were frozen, shocked as his lips attached to yours, saltiness hitting your taste buds as tears slid down his cheeks. His hands clenching into your robe, just wanting your hold, wanting your touch. It took a second to realize you weren't kissing back, just standing there eyes closed waiting for him to pull back. Which he did.

He huffed out a disappointed sigh, a sniff leaving him when he pulled away. What the hell was wrong with him? "Listen Koutarou." You finally spoke up after opening your eyes, his own scared to meet yours but you lifted his head to catch them. "And listen to me well," you pulled up your robe, making sure you were properly covered before you continued "you missed your chance kid... you did. I'm not going to sit here and let you release your anger and sadness out on me..." You couldn't help but wave it in his face, sympathy coated behind the slight cockiness in your tone.

"So kiss me without permission again... and I'll make your life hell. Understood?" There was no joking tone in your voice as you glared into his eyes.

There was no level of attractiveness he could have to make you lay down with him again. No, never again.

"I'm-I'm sorry- I don't know-" you cut him off by raising your hand, a signal for him to stop. He just simply nodded. "My wife can help you with your divorce papers... till then, you can stay here. Good night Koutarou." He releases a shaky sigh when you turn away, watching your hips sway angrily when you go upstairs, into the room with the sleeping lover.

As much as you couldn't stand him, you're now helping him. He owes you.