CAUTION: Inappropriate references and language, sorry guys I think the dirty jokes are a fun part of marriage
6:59 AM
" I'm so sore," you groaned, walking down the hallway stiffly in your underwear with a flannel thrown on top.
"I'm not." Akaashi said, tired of your slow walking before passing you up.
"I wonder why smart guy." You growled, hobbling after him.
To your surprise, there was a grey haired male, Bokuto more specifically, sitting at the kitchen island waiting for you two to enter the kitchen.
" What are you doing here? It's 7 in the morning!" you stated, Bokuto looked up from his phone before smiling at you and your husband.
" I was lonely. " He replied, his eyes landing on your neck and chest that were covered in small red, purple bruises. "Nice hickies."
You felt the side of your neck, it was still tender to the touch. You shot a glare towards your husband.
" You can thank the master over there. " you said with a roll of your eyes before pointing to Akaashi who was standing at the counter, pouring milk into his cereal bowl.
" You look ...sore." Bokuto commented, watching as you wobbled to the fridge taking out some orange juice.
" I guess you could say that." you said, shooting Akaashi another accusing gaze, who nonchalantly shrugged. Oh, boy were you going to smack that look off his face.
" But I mean, what is that saying? Kawhai on the streets, senpai in the sheets."
Akaashi nearly choked on his cereal, cringing at your last sentence, as a mixture of cereal and milk fell out of his mouth onto the counter. Bokuto, of course, thought it was hilarious, holding his sides as he fell off the chair in laughter.
" Why did I ever marry you?" he asked himself, walking past you with his bowl of cereal, stepping over the grey-hair male on the ground with an exasperated expression.
" I think last night was a perfectly good reminder why," you said with a wink, before taking a sip of orange juice.
" Hey, " Bokuto said sitting up from his spot on the ground, " keep the dirty talk away from my innocent ears."
"Bokuto, we literally caught you doing it with your girlfriend in the kitchen yesterday. What are you talking about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bokuto sighed, you always managed to get the upper hand with arguments.
" Hey Kou, doesn't Akaashi look so good in his boxers. " you said, sitting beside your husband on the couch who then got up to clean his bowl.
" Look at his thigh muscle, and those fantastic abs. " Akaashi looked at you, shaking his head at both you and sadly, his best friend.
"Dude I know, but he looks even better with nothing on at all." you said, trying to provoke Akaashi to reply back with a witty comment.
He stood there, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he began walking away from the conversation.
"Where ya going babe?"
"To go put on clothes. I don't like being mentally undressed this early in the morning."
"That's not what you said yesterday morning, you were more than happy to wear nothing at all."
"(f/n)."
"Yes sweetheart?"
"Please shut it. Or else we're not going to get ice cream tonight."
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