Im Sobbing

im sobbing

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credits: Nguyễn Cường

link: https://www.facebook.com/100050349082718/posts/207916214230013/?app=fbl

yes. 

Imagine Semi being a whimper mess trying to cum after hours of you just edging him 😩

on the court, semi is an indomitable force who is revered by players on both sides of the net. but right now, he was anything but that, squirming under your gaze. there were no physical bonds restricting his limbs, but he clasped his hands behind his back obediently nonetheless. it was probably because you had stopped sucking him off the minute he touched you, right before his climax nonetheless.

precome and spit coat his cock in a thick, shining layer; you lick your lips at the sight.

“please, please, just let me—”

“shhhh,” you mutter, pressing a finger to his lips. it’s drenched in a mixture of your fluids similarly to his cock, a light sheen of white transferring from your digit to his mouth. gently prying his bottom lip down, you smile as he automatically takes your finger into your mouth.

“suck,” you command. he’s already doing so, tongue swirling around your finger and drinking up the taste of himself. “good boy.”

bokuto x reader - “so madly, deeply in love with you”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1305

bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

it was the small, ordinary things that you do that sends his veins pulsing with newfound energy. just a fleeting glance at your form gives him a shot of adrenaline that he could only liken to the feeling he gets as he does an unstoppable spike but that would only sully your name. no. the feeling you give him is so much more. it's the still waters of a dam right before it bursts through in a rapid, gushing force that never fails to bring him to his knees.

even now, as he eyes your weary form that was faintly illuminated by the screen you've been staring at for god knows how long, he feels it. without knowing it, you sent sparks into his chest that bursts into undiluted devotion. bokuto bites his lip in a horrible attempt to stop the cheesy grin lighting up his face. god, he was so madly, deeply in love with you that it's a surprise he hasn't drowned himself with his own affections.

he has been teased a lot because of it but how can he not worship you when you're sitting there, being the embodiment of beauty itself?

you were sitting on the couch in one of his hoodies, effortlessly gorgeous with your hair tossed half-heartedly in a bun that was about to fall out any second now. you had your lips turned in an adorable pout as nimble fingers typed rhythmically as you attempted to finish one of the twenty-five requirements you had to pass this week. bokuto ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his heart because he swore he ascended just from how adorable you looked at the moment.

for the nth time that day, bokuto wonders what he did to deserve you.

you always took care of him so well. on days he would come home from practice, all sore and tired, you would pepper him with kisses and soft praises and suddenly, he has the energy to fight the world. on days his insecurity would haunt him, you would cook him his comfort food and cuddle him under the comforts of your old, fur blanket until your scent and warmth make him forget everything but your name.

he was so fucking thankful that his mood swings and flaws didn't push you away. instead, you embraced them and made them the reason you stay.

if you felt even just a fraction of his feelings of adoration every time you do the little things for him, you would be jumping all over the place along with him. bokuto perks up at the thought. this was it. this was the award-winning idea. bokuto hid the giddy giggle that threatened to rise from his throat before he sneaked into the kitchen.

"yaki- yaki- yakiniku! i'm going to make yakiniku!" he sang happily with a small sway in his hips as he began pouring half a bottle of oil in the pan.

for a second, his smile dropped. he doesn't really know how to cook but how hard can it be? just like that, his smile was back with twice the luminosity as before.

"y/n..." you snapped out of your focused daze to look at bokuto, your eyebrows instinctively being drawn together as you recognized his sad whimpers.

"baby," you held your hand up to cup his cheek which provided little to no solace for him. now, this was worrisome. on most days, bokuto only needed for your skin to touch before his mood lightens up but it seems that today was not one of those days, "what's wrong?"

"i just wanted to take care of you as you do with me but..." they say that it's the thought that matters and for a moment, you truly believed so. all stress that strayed inside your head miraculously faded in the speed of light and transformed into this warmth that made you awfully giddy. god, what did you do to deserve him?

"what happened? i promise i won't get mad..."

bokuto stared at you for a moment, silently judging if you were lying before finally deciding that you weren't and showing you what he held behind his back. the sight instantly made you laugh so hard that tears sprung up from the corner of your eyes. bokuto blinked owlishly before smiling widely. he might have completely charred the beef into an indistinguishable, black mass but at least you were smiling and that's enough for him.

"i'm sorry... i wanted to make you yakiniku because you always make me some when i'm tired. every time you cook for me, i immediately get energized but i messed it up, didn't i?"

you grinned at his sheepish smile before opening your arms in a silent invitation. you didn't know if it was your sleep depravity induced hallucination but you swore you saw a tail wagging before he ran straight for a hug, plate long forgotten in the corner of the coffee table.

"i love you so much..." you muttered into his hair with teary eyes because there's only so much love and gratitude a human can contain before you burst into a sobbing, messy glob, "having you here is enough to energize me."

bokuto attempted to bury himself deeper into you to hide his flustered but dopey state, "don't say stuff like that."

"oh? and why is that? you always say the same sappy shit, if not worse.."

you looked down at your pouting boyfriend who was now looking up at you, cheeks tinted with a pretty light peach that made him look so irresistible. bokuto whined as you pushed his cheeks together before you littered his face with kisses.

"it's unfair! you do these little things and i forget how to function. that's not cool at all," you raised a brow in amusement, ears straining to hear his last sentence, "i want to always be cool in your eyes."

you weren't a stranger to bokuto's moments of insecurity. he would come near you out of the blue, asking you why you stay with him when you could have someone better. you still remember the jabs of pain that you felt when he told you he didn't feel enough for you. sometimes you wished he could see himself in your eyes because nothing in this world could ever top what the both of you had. nothing could compare to him and the comfort his mere presence gives you. truly? it's you who's lucky to have him, not the other way around.

"y'know, you're always cool in my eyes. you're cool every morning when i wake up just to find you staring at me with the brightest grin," you pushed back his hair that he decided to let down for once before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

bokuto watched silently as you gingerly tangled your hands with his, the sparks in his veins growing in intensity, "you're cool when you cheesily point at me after you spike each ball. and you know what?"

"what?" bokuto silently asked back, contrasting his usual loud demeanor and the quick drum of his heart.

"you're the coolest when you look after me like this."

bokuto giggled before hugging you infinitely tighter. you didn't have the heart to tell him that he was probably crushing your bones, not when he is so full of glee as he should always be.

"i'm not the smartest guy but..." you swore you saw the light as you heard his next words, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he teased your flushed form, "i notice every little thing you do and feel. i guess i just love you that much, huh?"

god fucking damn, bokuto would be the end of you. in a good way, of course.

original version

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such chaotic energy. very accurate

Some edits to distract everyone and myself