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jplupine · 6 months

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Primal Pred!Grimmjow x Prey!Reader

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~4.6k Date Published: Nov 25, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Established Relationship, Size Difference, Primal Play, Marking, Light Blood/Injury, Cunnilingus, Outdoor Sex, Feral Behavior, Name Calling [Asshole, Bitch, Kitty Cat], Creampie, Brat!Reader; Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified, Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used

A/N: The follower milestone fic is finally finished! I want to thank everyone who participated in the event and everyone kindly supporting me ^-^ <3

The crackling fire danced in the pit surrounded by pale stones. The shadows swayed with the light flickering shades of orange and white. Insects of the night called out their chorus from the darkness beyond the fire.

You sat on a log with your fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. It wasn't quite the same as what you brewed at home, but it did add a bit of comfort as you sipped it. The atmosphere was relaxing and made you glad you'd decided to go on a camping trip to get away from the bustle of work and city life.

The dark night sky littered with glittering stars and the moon shining bright were so unlike the sky hidden by street lights back home. It was breathtaking.

And given it was still in the transition time between summer and autumn, it wasn't too warm nor too cold out. You'd checked the weather forecast before heading out into the woods too, and it was supposed to remain like this for the next few days you were out there.

An owl screeched in the distance before a stick in the fire snapped, sending embers up into the night sky as if they were trying to join the stars.

You closed your eyes to just listen to the world around you; soaking it in while bringing the coffee to your lips. No sound of speeding cars. No foul smells from rotting garbage or fumes from exhaust pipes. And certainly no manager or boss nagging about work.

It was bliss.

You sighed and opened your eyes again. Glancing around, you began to wonder where your camping partner was. He'd gone off to stretch his legs, but that had been some time ago now.

Looking into the shadows of the trees, you tried to see if you could spot him. You weren't all that worried since you knew he could take care of himself, but that didn't stop you from wondering when he'd come back. Taking another drink of your coffee, you stretched out your legs in front of you.

However, as the fire popped and crackled, the woods began to feel different. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as unease began to settle in. Something was wrong, but you couldn't tell what.

Your heart began to beat faster as you sensed something you couldn't see.

A low, thunderous rumble shook the air and made you jolt. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming from with how it bounced through the trees surrounding your campsite.

Sitting up straight with your eyes darting around, you still didn't see anything. It sounded like an animal; big and dangerous. Slowly setting down your coffee, you reached into your pocket to grab your knife.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing as the blade flipped out from the handle. Gradually rising to your feet, your grip on the knife tightened while your heart was pounding.

You could feel eyes on you. Whatever the beast was, it was certainly watching you. Swallowing, you hoped the fire was enough to keep the thing in the shadows.

Hearing a twig snap, your gaze shot in the direction of the sound. Eyes reflecting the fire's light shined from the darkness. Another rumbling growl came from the same direction as the eyes, and your heart beat faster.

The eyes went lower, and you had a feeling the beast was getting ready to pounce. Brandishing your knife, the creature in the shadows seemed to hesitate as light shined against the blade. The eyes in the dark locked with yours before there was a loud rush of wind.

The fire was blown out, leaving you surrounded in complete darkness until your eyes could adjust. You couldn't yet see but heard movement ahead of you.

The beast was closing in.

You ran and nearly tripped over the log if you hadn't caught yourself from falling. As you ran, your eyes became more accustomed to the night, allowing you to run through the trees faster. A roar that shook you to the bone silenced the rest of the woods, sending the other creatures into hiding to avoid getting caught.

With your heart loudly pounding in your own ears, you nearly screamed when something grabbed your shoulder only to swing the knife instead. You felt the blade make contact before the beast roared. Everything happened so fast that you only saw a flash of fangs in the moonlight and claws before the knife was sent flying out of your hand. You heard it thunk as the blade was buried deep into a tree trunk.

You didn't think twice, going into survival mode to run even faster.

"Bitch!" A barked, angry voice made you nearly stumble. No, you must have misheard. You still didn't stop. When a fallen tree blocked your path, you vaulted over it and hoped it would deter the beast.

However, as your legs carried you further, you could still feel the thing behind you, chasing you. What made it more terrifying were the sounds; the growling and snapping of sharp teeth like the razor point edges of scissors grinding against each other.

You knew it was getting closer and were already picturing in your head how it would tear you apart once it caught you.

You were grabbed from behind, getting jerked back by your jacket. Crying out from shock, you struggled and unzipped your jacket to slip out of the garment. The beast held onto the jacket as you scrambled away and managed to get distance.

Looking back, you saw the creature as it stood a few yards away. Its body was lean and pale with a long tail whipping around behind it. It was bipedal with muscled limbs and long hair past their waistline. And your jacket was clutched in its hands while being pressed against the beast's face.

When it looked at you, your breath caught in your throat. Those glowing eyes were set in a face that was all too human.

It wasn't an animal. It wasn't human, either.

"Grimmjow! You scared the shit out of me, you fucking asshole!"

"I know. I can smell it." His face then lifted from your jacket with a displeased expression. "And you cut me, fucker." Grimmjow's low voice growled, and your eyes drifted to his cheek where there was dried blood but no wound.

"It's already healed, you big baby." You retorted with a huff. His tail twitched as his gaze traveled over your face. Grimmjow's lips curled up into a vicious grin with his fangs exposed.

"Why are you still standing all the way over there? Aw, are you mad?" His tone was mocking, and your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"Yes, I'm mad!" You angrily pointed at the Arrancar without taking a step closer. "You made me think I was about to get eaten!"

"I mean," Grimmjow cocked his head to the side as his ears perked up. His slit pupils widened a slight fraction, eyelids lowering just a bit as he looked over your body. "I never said I wasn't going to eat you."

His tone and hungry gaze sparked something deep in your gut. Grimmjow's tail curled as he shifted his weight on his digitigrade legs, his paws so quiet when he took a step closer. You took a step back, maintaining the distance between you two.

Grimmjow stopped to look at you again as the hunger in his eyes intensified. He slowly licked his lips like a beast would its maw.

You knew the Arrancar well enough by now to recognize when the predator within him was stirring. You also knew if you made any sudden movement, he just might pounce and take you down like prey.

The air felt electrified as you two just stared at one another, eyes locked as unspoken words lingered at the forefront of your mind. Grimmjow brought your jacket to his face again, making a show of inhaling your scent with a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

You still didn't move. The Arrancar was on a precarious edge, and you weren't entirely sure what he would do next.

Grimmjow suddenly threw your jacket to the side and lunged forward. You reacted as soon as you saw him move, turning to run as he landed where you had been standing just a second prior. He was on his hands and paws like a beast, watching you as you went around a tree.

His instincts made his blood run hot through his veins, and you could feel those piercing eyes trailing after you. You'd set off the predator and ran like prey.

The hunt was on.

The bestial call that rang out through the trees made your heart beat faster as you weaved through the trees. Excitement and fear mingled together and fueled your legs to carry you further. Not knowing what he might do if he caught you had your mind racing with the possibilities.

Skidding around a boulder, you changed directions. Running in a straight line would make it easier for Grimmjow to track you down, and you didn't want that.

You'd learned to shift your weight and posture to make your steps quieter over the ground littered with dead leaves and did so now. You were going to do everything within your power to make this as difficult as possible for Grimmjow.

Grabbing your beanie, you rubbed it against your neck to make your scent on it stronger before you threw it into the bushes. You went in the opposite direction in the hopes of confusing Grimmjow even if just for a moment.

Panting, you hid behind a large tree surrounded by plants tall enough to cover you as you crouched. Leaning one hand against the trunk of the tree, you tried to catch your breath. Hearing a growl in the distance made you smirk.

Going lower, you pressed your body down against the earth to look out from under the foliage without giving your position away. The moon and stars cutting through the trees gave you enough light to see beyond where you were hidden.

Taking slow, deep breaths, your eyes scanned the woods. Far away, you spotted movement. Through the trees, you could see Grimmjow as spots of moonlight danced over his body.

The Arrancar was still on his hands and paws, muscles rolling beneath his skin-tight clothing as his movements were reminiscent of a big cat. His tail swayed with his head held level with his spine and nose twitching as he scented the air.

Watching him thrilled you. He was neither man nor beast and didn't care about keeping up appearances of either, and you liked that. You liked how he could posture and smirk like a man, and you also liked how he would act like an animal as he pursued you.

It certainly appealed to a primal part of your brain in a way you didn't fully understand. You should be terrified of his power and destructive capabilities, but seeing how his feral eyes and silky hair shined in the moonlight as he crouched left you enamored.

With Grimmjow crouching where he was, you could see the muscles in his thighs bunching beneath his clothes. You covered your mouth and nose to muffle the sound of your breathing as his furry ears began to swivel. He was listening to the woods around him, picking up sounds in several directions that his ears moved in.

His eyes closed with his head tilting back. Grimmjow's fingers flexed with his daunting claws catching the moonlight. His head then rolled to the side, his eyes snapping open as he looked right at you with a grin.

Your hair stood on end as the predator twisted and moved in your direction. Scrambling to your feet, you kicked up leaves and dirt before bolting to keep the chase going.

You ran faster even as your muscles and lungs burned. Grimmjow roared, letting you know that he was closing the distance and fast.

Something caught your foot, sending you tumbling across the ground right as the beast went flying overhead. Tripping over a root had saved you from being caught again.

Grimmjow landed ahead of you and twisted with claws digging into the earth. Locking eyes with him as you pushed yourself up, your fingers sank into the soil beneath you. His tail whipped from side to side as you both were in similar positions on all fours, waiting for one or the other to make a move.

You couldn't look away, panting as you tried to think of what to do next. Grimmjow's slit pupils widened as his top lip curled to bare a mouth full of fangs with a maniacal grin.

He made the first move, lunging forward with a flex of his thighs and biceps. You reared back in an attempt to get away only to fail. He was faster, but you weren't giving up so easily.

Grabbing a nearby fallen branch, you swung it like a bat and hit him across the face. He reared back with a vicious yowl while flashing his fangs. When his head swung back down, you used the branch to keep those sharp teeth away from you, already knowing how much of a biter the bastard was.

His growling vibrated through the branch and up your arms as his fangs sank into the wood. Claws tore through the sleeves of your shirt as you struggled to get him off you. He was so strong, keeping you trapped like a mouse beneath him.

Your pounding heart sent adrenalin rushing through your veins while you watched his long canines vanish into the branch as it creaked from the force of his jaws. His bite was powerful enough to break through the wood and sent a rain of splinters falling over you.

His big hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the ground by your head. Kicking against the ground, you still fought to get free only to fail. His fangs snapped right in front of your face as you screamed, sounding more angry than afraid.

"Got ya." Grimmjow sounded amused, but you snarled and moved to punch him. However, his strength was far greater than yours, keeping your hands firmly against the ground. "Mm, yeah. Keep struggling. I like it when my prey puts up a fight."

He was mocking you, but you knew he was telling the truth all the same. Perhaps it was a part of the Hollow nature within Grimmjow that made him enjoy subduing you in such a way. It was domination through force when you put up a fight and didn't let him have you so easily.

And this appealed to you as well. While you couldn't fight back the way another Hollow might, you also knew you didn't have to hold back as much with him not being human.

Locking your legs around his waist, you twisted to switch your positions. Grimmjow fell on his back while still holding your wrists. The momentum kept going as you both rolled across the ground with him snarling and growling.

You managed to wrench one hand free and grabbed the folded collar around most of his neck to yank it back. More of his scarred chest was exposed along with part of his shoulder and the side of his neck, and you sank your teeth into the muscle now bared. Claws tore through the side of your shirt as Grimmjow yowled.

He roughly forced you onto your stomach, using his weight against your back to pin you down as he fisted your hair and made you bare the back of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin before his fangs scraped over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise even as he bit down. Grimmjow ground his hips against your ass as his chest rumbled.

He had you now. With his sharp teeth clamped against your neck hard enough to cause small beads of blood to form, there was no more getting away. His erection pressed against you through the layers of clothes you both wore, letting you know just how worked up the Arrancar had gotten.

You knew Grimmjow could smell your arousal and could hear the quick beating of your heart. Those two things in combination never failed to drive his instincts wild.

His warm tongue lapped up the blood from the back of your neck as he purred. The sound of ripping fabric met your ears before you realized he was tearing through your shirt.

"Grimmjow!" You snapped at him, but the garment was already ruined and being shoved over your shoulders. You didn't actually mind it; the action aroused you more, but you didn't want to give in just yet.

"Pick your next words carefully." His voice was breathy with a warning tone as he spoke near your ear. His hands went down your sides to roughly grab the waistband of your jeans.

"Or what? You'll bite me again?" You spoke while lifting your hips to push your ass against him more. "Try me, fucker." Getting your hands under you, you managed to undo the button and zipper of your pants, but Grimmjow tore his claws through the material while shoving it down over your ass and legs.

You kicked off your shoes to let him take the last shreds of your pants off. They were tossed to the side without a care. Grimmjow then grabbed your hips to lift your ass higher into the air as you pushed your underwear down before he could get his claws on them.

Grimmjow's hands went lower, spreading you open before eagerly burying his face between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your arousal with a low groan. Your breath faltered as you spread your knees further.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when his tongue dragged over your clit. His fangs brushed against your flesh as he pulled you closer to his hungry mouth. Grimmjow's claws pricked your skin before he let go.

His lips and tongue were still on you, and based on his movement, you assumed he was undressing while still eating your pussy. You took in a sharp breath when he growled and the vibration was carried on his tongue. Your hips rocked back to chase the feeling, and Grimmjow grabbed your ass and squeezed.

He was ravenous with his claws pricking your skin. By now, he knew what made you feel good and what could make you elicit the very sounds he wanted to hear. His growl shook you to the bone as wet sounds came from between your thighs.

You were panting when his broad tongue swiped over your core before he pulled away. Grimmjow spit, his saliva landing on your pussy as your clit throbbed.

One of his large hands grabbed your head to pin it against the ground, pressing your cheek into the dirt as the head of his cock slid between your wet lips. He mixed his spit in with your arousal while slicking up his dick. You could tell the Arrancar was eager from his unsteady breaths and his grip on you.

When he finally pushed inside, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his thickness. Grimmjow didn't go slow, thrusting deep until his hips hit your ass. You both grunted as your hands balled into fists.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze met Grimmjow's. Something in your eyes made his tail twitch.

"You're being awfully impatient, kitty cat. You really that needy for me?" Your words made his nose scrunch up with a snarl. You had yet to truly submit to him even if your body had.

Grimmjow fisted his hand in your hair, tugging on it to pull your head back and make you incapable of looking at him. His other hand grabbed your hip with his claws digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Without warning, he pulled out and thrust back in harshly, forcing a low moan from your throat.

"Who the fuck are you calling kitty cat, bitch?" He growled, but you couldn't respond since he forced another moan from you. You'd pissed him off as intended, and he was going to fuck you into submission.

He'd mistakenly believed the fight was over. Too bad that spark in you was harder to quell and you were certain to give the Arrancar attitude. He may have caught you, but he needed to earn your submission.

Grimmjow let go of your hair to hold both of your hips, his heavy thrusts slamming his hips into your ass hard enough that you could feel the jiggle of your flesh. He was an animal pinning you in place as your mind swam with pleasure.

You were moaning, crying out into the night as he grunted and drove his cock deeper.

"Listen to you." You could hear the smile in his voice. "Now who's the needy one?" You didn't trust your voice enough to verbally respond and settled on raising your middle finger. Grimmjow then went for your throat, wrapping his big arms around you while forcing you to lay flat against the ground with his large hand curled around your neck.

He still rutted against you as his hot breath hit the side of your head. This position meant he couldn't go as deep as before, but the angle had his cock ramming into the perfect spot to make you buck and writhe. Grimmjow chuckled as you struggled to contain yourself beneath him.

"That's it." His voice rumbled near your ear before his firm grip on your neck tilted your head up. "Submit to your king." Your moan pitched higher as your eyes fluttered closed. His lips and teeth brushed against the shell of your ear as he panted, making you shiver.

His grip on your throat tightened but remained loose enough that you could still freely moan. Grimmjow wanted to hear you cry out, every moan a form of worship that stroked his ego. He knew with how pliant you were in his hands now that you had given over control and submitted.

You felt the sweat forming on your skin as fire burned through your veins. Grimmjow's heat and weight on your back made your head spin as the pleasure made you buck. He grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the ground, exerting more control over your body as you bent to his will.

Being trapped beneath him, you took whatever he gave with enthusiasm. Each heavy thrust made you fall deeper into the pit of pleasure. Grimmjow's mouth moved to the back of your neck again, licking the bite he'd already left while nipping in other places.

Your voice shook as your toes curled, and the deep groan the Arrancar made was bordering a growl. You panted curses under your breath as Grimmjow fucked you, ramming his cock into the spot that lit your nerves aflame and made you cry out his name.

Grimmjow ran his tongue over the bites littering your skin as he savored every sound you made. How you clenched around him drove him further toward the edge. His strong grip on your throat with his claws scraping against your skin only fueled your desire.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Grimmjow's growls mingled with your moans and carried through the trees and into the darkness of the woods. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and groaning low with his hips grinding against your ass. His dick dragged against your walls, rubbing against every spot that made you squirm and gasp and moan.

The carnality was bliss. You gave yourself to him completely, leaning into his touch while your spine arched from the pleasure wracking through your body. Grimmjow released your wrist and throat to grab your hips as his weight on your back pushed you further against the earth.

His claws scraped your skin as his thrusts picked up speed, his balls smacking against you with his frenzied pace. Grimmjow sank his teeth into your shoulder with a groan as your blood coated his tongue. You would always wear his mark so long as you were his.

Grimmjow pistoning into your wet pussy created lewd, slicking sounds that drove him wilder. Your taste, your scent, how you felt around his cock, and how wet you were for him made Grimmjow's head fall into such a primal state of desire. He was drowning in you and unable to come up for air until he could cum.

So he fucked you harder, chasing that high and that feral instinct screaming in his veins to fill you with his seed. Claiming his prey in every way he could left both of you unable to think straight. You were drooling with your fingers digging into the dirt, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your skin.

Your bodies being flush against each other meant everything was felt. Every twitch, every heartbeat, every sound that vibrated from the chest and throat.

Grimmjow left scratches over your hips as he tried to pull you even closer. It was impossible, but that didn't stop his pleasure-clouded mind from telling him he needed to. He moaned into your skin while thrusting his cock as deep as he could go.

You cried out with your thighs shivering, and that was the final thing that made Grimmjow snap. With shallow thrusts and animalistic grunts, his cock began to twitch while pumping you full of his cum. He didn't stop, continuing to fuck you through his orgasm and drive his seed deeper into your core even as it overflowed and dripped down your thighs.

Grimmjow released your shoulder from his jaws, groaning and licking the bite while his cum mixed with your arousal. He let go of one hip and slipped his hand under you to find your clit. Being mindful of his claws, he pressed his fingertips against the throbbing bud.

You bucked and moaned an octave higher. Grimmjow let go of your other hip to grab your jaw and make you turn your head for a kiss. His tongue dove into your mouth without warning and glided across yours as he devoured your moans. He soon had you cumming around his cock as you clenched and cried out in pleasure.

He didn't stop until you were whimpering and dancing on the line of overstimulation. He pulled away with his nose brushing through your hair before his lips traveled down your spine with kisses and gentle nips as he purred. You propped your upper half up on your elbows and wiped the drool from your chin.

Your skin still buzzed despite feeling sated. Grimmjow pulled his cock free of your heat and spread you open to see the mess leaking from your pussy. He huffed and gave a satisfied purr that rumbled deep in his chest.

You looked over your shoulder to see Grimmjow admiring you with a smirk on his soft lips and his pupils still blown wide. Biting your bottom lip, you couldn't help but give a sultry smile.

Pushing yourself up, you turned to drape your arms over his shoulders and capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow's tail thumped against the ground as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Maybe next time we should start the hunt naked." You muttered with your lips only centimeters from his. "Jeans are expensive, you know?" Grimmjow chuckled, and his warm palm traveled up your back.

"Yeah. 'Cause you're really so concerned about that." His smirk didn't falter even as he had a sarcastic tone. "I'll hunt you however, my sweet bitch." Grimmjow nipped your bottom lip while purring, and you yelped when his hand smacked against your ass hard enough to make it sting.

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kurorotic · 1 year

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Ship - Bokuto/Akaashi

Rating - E | WC - 12k

Tags: PWP, Transmasc He/They Akaashi, Masturbation, Virgin Bokuto, Virginity Kink, Dirty Talk, Accidental Nudes, First Time. AFAB terms

Side Ship(s) - Kuroo/Kenma. Minor Iwaizumi/Osamu.

AO3 Link - here

Summary - Bokuto accidentally receives nude photos from Akaashi that were meant for Osamu… Akaashi's ex.

Fic under the cut 🦉🍙

Koutarou saw the notification flash across the top of his phone as Hajime and Osamu pushed their way past and into their apartment first, it’s a miracle they hadn’t decided to fuck right in the elevator. Tetusrou and Koutarou being trapped with them certainly didn’t stop how the two had their tongues shoved down each other’s throats and hands in places that god wouldn’t approve of.

They left in a wake of giggles and hushed whispers while Koutarou tapped on the text from his best friend currently up in Tokyo... and awoke at quite the late hour. It wasn’t uncommon for Keiji to be up at odd hours of the night thanks to his insomnia, but he did have an early class tomorrow morning.

Koutarou assumed the three photos attached would perhaps be of Keiji’s dinner or Kenma’s cat being cute or a silly meme that Keiji spotted on twitter... literally anything other than what had Koutarou freezing on the spot. He didn’t hear the click of the door locking behind him nor did he acknowledge how a drunk Tetsurou nearly crashed into the solid wall of body blocking his way.

“Oya, whose cute ass is that?”

Koutarou let out a small yelp and went to hide his phone against his chest as Tetsurou’s tall self was leering over his shoulder, “no one.”

“Bro, I’ve already seen their ass spread out for the camera, give up the goods,” Koutarou now understood why people called Tetsurou’s stupid smirk punchable.

Koutarou relented nonetheless, holding the phone out so they could both see the... nude photos that Keiji sent to him, he’d never seen Keiji in such an intimate state and honestly never imagined he would in a million years. Tetsurou let out a low whistle that had Koutarou jamming his elbow back into Tetsurou’s stomach, this was Keiji , not some random girl begging for Koutarou to notice her.

The first photo was of Keiji in a fluffy pink, short bathrobe with long legs on display and slender fingers toying with the sash around his waist, they were standing in front of his body length mirror. The robe was opened up in the second photo, showing off his gorgeous, lithe body underneath, it was clear that they still took care of himself after quitting volleyball.

Koutarou’s attention was immediately drawn downwards to Keiji’s pussy, the dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed and Koutarou soundly ignored Tetsurou’s snicker as Koutarou zoomed right in on that section of the photo. Koutarou was fairly fucking sure if his brain wasn’t swimming with alcohol, he’d snatch Tetsurou’s keys and drive the six or seven hours it’d take to get to Tokyo and fuck that pretty smile right off of Keiji.

The final photo had Keiji turned around, showing off their delicious ass and the... what the fuck, is that an owl tattoo just above his ass? When did Keiji get that, how long did he have that, why didn’t Koutarou know about that and what did he have to do to get his tongue on it?

Keiji was peering over their shoulder, his ass was pushed out and all Koutarou wanted to do was get on his fucking knees and devour his best friend whole... god, what the fuck, who gave him the right to be so ethereal? The two males were stuck staring at Koutarou’s phone, taking in the utter beauty of their polite and well mannered kouhai... who apparently had the bright idea of spontaneously sending Koutarou nudes?

Keiji never even showed an interest in Koutarou... he’s fairly sure that Keiji’s type aligned more with Tetsurou than himself. Koutarou tapped out of the photo to finally take notice of the caption that was at the bottom of the picture.

Keiji: missing you, ‘samu 💞

Oh.

Oh...

“Oh...” Tetsurou voiced Koutarou’s thoughts, “... well, shit. Mister Onigiri is a little busy right now, maybe you can be his replacement?”

“No way!” Koutarou nearly shouted, “these aren’t even for me, I shouldn’t be looking at them in the first place.”

“Bit too late for that one,” Tetsurou snickered as Koutarou glared back at him, then went to shove his phone back into his pocket.

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t see them.”

“That’s pretty fuckin’ lame of you,” Tetsurou said, “you know what I’d do if I got Keiji’s nudes?”

Tetsurou’s answer came in the form of a lewd gesture involving his fist and humping the air.

“I’m not going to jerk off to nudes that are meant for someone else, that’s like... rude, or breaks some kind of rule?” Koutarou replied, “ and wouldn’t Kenma get pissed at you?!”

“Probably, if I didn’t share them with him too...” Tetsurou said, “I’ve got to buy him a cute robe like that... damn, he’d look fucking edible.”

“Yeah well... that feels like a shitty thing to do, Keiji took these for... Osamu and it just wouldn’t feel right... I wasn’t supposed to see him like this.”

“Dude, dude , you’re fuckin’ overthinking it,” Tetsurou clapped a hand on his shoulder that Koutarou was tempted to flick off of him, “do you hear that? Do you think that Osamu is reminiscing about his ex while getting his ass fucking railed by Hajime? Or... maybe it’s the other way around, I don’t know.”

Koutarou did not want to hear the steady thump of Hajime’s bed against the wall, but this place was small and the walls were terribly thin, “now you can pretend that you didn’t jerk off to those pictures, Keiji won’t know any better... it’s a victimless crime. A gift from the heavens has been dropped onto your lap, you shouldn’t waste it.”

“I... I mean, I guess you’re right... Keiji wouldn’t know...” Koutarou murmured as Tetsurou’s mischievous smirk only grew, “but I’d still feel guilty about it... and weird.”

“Then we can go to the confessional and you can pour your sinful heart out to Pastor Who Gives A Fuck,” Tetsurou slapped his back, “you’ve liked Kei for years now, just take this small win and act surprised when you text him back... do that after you jerk off though, clear mind and all.”

“Right...” Koutarou nodded, “right, thanks bro, you always have the best advice.”

“I’ll take my payment in those nudes,” Tetsurrou winked as Koutarou just rolled his eyes in response, “kidding, for real though enjoy them... I need to go call up Kenma because fuck , I’m horny.”

The two went their separate ways as Tetsurou’s room was at the end of hallway and Koutarou’s was on the opposite, just across from Hajime’s. Tetsurou’s first guess may have been right if the steady rise of Osamu’s voice from behind the closed door meant anything.

There was a time when Koutarou was deeply jealous of him, Keiji would come to Osaka to visit his boyfriend and maybe Koutarou if he had the time. Or rather, Koutarou hated seeing the couple together and served up a number of excuses as to why he couldn’t hang out with them.

He secretly -with his roommates- drank to the news of their break up at the end of the summer and had thoughts about giving it a shot... but he’s sure that Keiji only viewed him as a good, hard working senpai. It’d been months since they last saw each other in person too, Koutarou didn’t have much reason to go to Tokyo if it weren’t for games and he called his parents at least once or twice a week.

Koutarou settled himself in bed with a pair of his headphones and opened up their text thread to see that Keiji hadn’t sent any other messages, maybe he was waiting for ‘Osamu’ to reply? Koutarou chose to ignore the implications of that cursed caption and in Tetsurou’s words, enjoy this gift from the heavens , because what were the chances of Koutarou seeing Keiji like this again? On purpose, even?

His hand dug around his messy drawer for a few moments before retrieving the near empty bottle of lube, he’d have to remember to buy more next time he was out or hit up one of his roommates for one. Unlike the two of them, Koutarou didn’t have a partner nor was he into hooking up with strangers... the only sexual experience he had was with his own hand... and a fleshlight that Tetsurou gifted him ‘as a joke’.

You know... this was definitely a fleshlight moment.

He then scoured the second drawer and yanked out the -thankfully- clean toy, then squeezed what little remained of the lube into the toy itself. His cock had softened by the time he went to pull it out of his jeans, but it wouldn’t take long for it to become fully erect once Koutarou tapped on the second photo.

The filthy things he would do if he got his hands on Keiji... his kouhai was always so reserved, studious, kind of a weird cutie with how often he talked to himself when they thought no one was paying attention. He’s the only person who really held Koutarou’s attention through the years though... there was just so much to love about them and their patience excelled with Koutarou.

Koutarou’s mind went off in the direction of pushing Keiji onto the bed in the background, still wearing that robe while Koutarou delved his tongue into his cunt. Would Keiji teach him how to properly eat him out... he could hear the Bokuto-san and his calm directions in his head now, as well as the praise he’d get when he made Keiji cum on his tongue.

He bucked his hips quickly into the toy as his mind was consumed with the thought, getting a taste of what was between Keiji’s legs... having Keiji’s thighs tremble and shake around his head... making Keiji moan his name in delight. That’s all Koutarou wanted, just to make Keiji feel good with his talented mouth and fingers... he’d work so hard at figuring out all the right spots to make his lover scream.

He’d never leave Keiji like that asshole did.

Koutarou’s cum spilled into the toy as his gaze was locked on the phone, Keiji’s pretty smirk staring back at him, that should’ve been for Koutarou... not anyone else. He let out a heavy sigh as the guilt began to settle in his gut and he figured he’d rip off the bandaid now, no point in sitting on this any longer.

Koutarou >>> Keiji

Koutarou: hey hey heyyyy ummmm I think u sent these to the wrong person LOL

Koutarou set his phone down and went for a quick trip in the bathroom to clean out the fleshlight, his mind was certainly clearer... probably a good idea he didn’t drink as much as Atsumu or Tetsurou. Now he just had to hope that things didn’t get awkward between Keiji and him... there’s no way Keiji would know that he just masturbated to them... right?

There were multiple texts waiting for him from Keiji.

Keiji >>> Koutarou

Keiji: oh my GOD

OH MY FUCKNGGGOD

IM SORRY

Oh fuck I’m just going to throw myself in traffic.

Koutarou: NO WAIT

DONT

IT’S FINE

AKAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIII

Keiji: Bokuto.

I’m sorry about that... I had a few drinks and didn’t look before hitting send.

Koutarou: ITS COOL

SUPER COOL

YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY

Keiji: Thank you.

Uh... would it be too much to ask that we never speak of this?

Koutarou: OF COURSE NOT

IT NEVER HAPPENED

Keiji: You can turn off your caps.

Koutarou: ok

But really it’s fine!!

Samu would’ve loved them too.

Although he’s kinda busy with iwa rn lol

Keiji: Is that so?

Koutarou: yeahhh they were all over each other in the bar then iwa brought him to the apt w/ us.

Keiji: I see... then I suppose I’ve been saved from making a bigger fool of myself.

Koutarou: NO WAY!

It’s totally cool if you miss him and all that... like I send you stuff when I miss you!!

Keiji: Owl photos are not equal to nudes, Bokuto.

Koutarou: owls are nude though!!!

Keiji: ... alright, you have me there.

Koutarou: :D

BUT RIGHT OKAY THIS DIDNT HAPPEN

Are you going to sleep then?

Keiji: Eh, maybe.

Koutarou: I’ll stay up with you!

It’s been awhile since we called!!!

Keiji: go ahead 💕

Outgoing call to Keiji...

“Haru is begging and pleading with you all not to throw him overboard, he has a family back home and he’s given you all the information he knows of,” Kenma said as he glanced between the party members seated at the table, “you promised that you would spare his life.”

“It was unfathomably stupid of him to trust a pirate,” Kei replied, “we’re also in the middle of the fucking ocean, just what did he expect for us to do with him?”

“We do have a spare boat he can use to head back to land,” Keiji spoke up, “although we have no rations for him to take.”

“As if I’d willingly waste any of them on him in the first place,” Kei said, “he’s a fool, a traitor, and a pathetic snitch, let him drown at the bottom of this unforgiving sea.”

“What say you, captain?” Keiji glanced over at Shouyou.

“Well... does he have anything else of value to hand over to us? A location to a secret treasure spot? A hoard of gold in an abandoned mansion? Someone who's been captured by a vampire and needs to be rescued by a band of pirates?!” “I’d be surprised if he had a map, maybe he shoved it up his ass,” Tadashi chimed in, getting a snicker out of Kei and Keiji, “or he’s hiding it in his tooth...”

“Haru only has the clothes on his back and everyone else you’ve stolen from him,” Kenma said, “he is completely exhausted of anything more.”

“Shame, I hope he can swim then,” Shouyou said, “Xavier, Harwin, walk him off the plank! Mwahahaha!”

Keiji let out a small yawn as their session had been running late tonight, the pirate crew had just picked up a lead on someone they’re hunting down and this Haru was their closest friend. There was a tense battle on the tiny island they found him on and they managed to capture him alive for interrogation and a spot of torture when he refused to speak.

Kei and Tadashi’s characters scooped up the sobbing and pleading man by his arms and forced him onto the plank that hung over the wide ocean surrounding them. Keiji wrote down every detail in his journal and the rest of their crew was cheering, hooting, and hollering as Haru splashed into the chilly, salty seas.

“Alright, that was a long one...” Kenma said, “you’re all turning out more evil than I initially planned... especially you, Shou.”

“It’s so fun being the villain for once!” Shouyou was beaming, “I can kill everyone without shame or those silly morals.”

“I do wonder what our bounty will be at the next time we hit shore,” Kei remarked.

“At this rate you’ll hit a million gold pieces before you end up back in the capital,” Kenma said as Kei and Tadashi both smiled at that, “now let’s see how many experience points you’ve gained...”

Keiji briefly tuned out the conversation as they reached for their phone since they were allowed to bring out the devices once the session was over. There were a number of notifications awaiting him, but he skimmed past them in favor of seeing what Koutarou sent to him.

He knew that Keiji had a game night every Thursday as this was the only time they could all get together during the week and not to expect any texts back until Keiji was done. Keiji usually came back to a mountain of memes, twitter posts, and tiktoks depending on how bored Koutarou was at the time, but for now there were only three images awaiting them.

Three... very salacious photographs.

Three pictures that had Keiji immediately dipping out of the text thread and paying intense attention to the conversation around him, would they notice if he just... left. Keiji didn’t take in the exact details of the pictures, they just saw sweaty muscles, well defined thighs, and... and Koutarou’s dick.

Now, Keiji was no stranger to receiving random disembodied dick pictures from guys who wanted to fuck him and thought hey, this will reel in the pretty twink. Keiji will not confirm nor deny if that strategy was solid, but Koutarou did not seem like the dick pic type...

Contrary to popular opinion and the people Koutarou surrounded himself with... he was quite innocent compared to them... and Keiji himself. He’d lost track of how many times a sexual joke or innuendo flew over Koutarou’s head and Keiji had to explain it to him before Tetsurou or Kenma tried to troll him.

It was cute, honestly, Koutarou came to him with the most random of questions since Keiji had the answer to everything and he was quite the self professed slut. As for why Koutarou was suddenly sending them nudes... did it have anything to do with the incident that occurred last week?

Ugh, Keiji cringes upon himself as he can’t believe he’d made such a stupid mistake... Koutarou was sweet enough to distract him from his impending spiral as well. It was definitely a moment of weakness because yes , he was missing Osamu, he didn’t want to hit up grindr and his ex knew just how to fuck him.

They were on... better terms as of late, Osamu messaged Keiji first and they’ve been having a back and forth that’s making Keiji wonder if there’s a possibility of them getting back together. Osamu hasn’t turned down his flirting and those pictures were obviously meant to entice him into doing more than just talk , however a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on him as soon as Koutarou mentioned Iwaizumi.

On the slight upside, it wasn’t Suna, Osamu’s high school ex... but ugh, it still didn’t feel good that Osamu was flirting with him that same day and now he was in Iwaizumi’s bed? Then he had the gall to text Keiji the following afternoon asking how his ‘cute darling’ was doing and Keiji didn’t bother answering, he would not let himself get jerked around like that.

Shouyou wished all of them good night before he left their apartment, Kei and Tadashi headed off into Kei’s bedroom, and Kenma was chatting with his stream. Oh yeah, they all volunteered for their games to be streamed and he’s sure the chat was going bonkers from how cruel they were being.

Keiji showed himself out as Kenma acknowledged with a brief nod and no one questioned just how fast he sped off into his bedroom. He opened up the text thread again, ogling the photos for a moment before going to look at the caption that accompanied them.

Koutarou: do these look okay...?

Was Koutarou taking these for someone else and asking Keiji for his opinion on them? There was a small pang of something in his chest as Koutarou must’ve wanted to impress and seduce someone... of course he’d go to Keiji for this.

They had to be a good friend, not a weird horndog.

The first photo in line was your typical bathroom selfie, Koutarou’s towel hung rather low on his hips and he was flexing with his free arm while holding the camera with the other. Keiji had to swallow the saliva that gathered in his mouth when he saw just how built Koutarou was... there was also a fine amount of chest hair on his pecs that had Keiji absolutely melting.

Koutarou was truly their ideal man... whoever was getting these pictures better fucking appreciate them or else Keiji would be going on a rampage from here to Osaka. Koutarou knew (whether it was on purpose or not) how to take decent gym selfies that showed off his muscles and this was in a similar vein, so he definitely succeeded on that front.

Next photo, the towel was pulled over his lap and outlined his hard cock underneath, his abs were also in full view and just a hint of a smirk on his lips as the rest of his face was cut off. Keiji wanted to tear that towel off with his teeth , not his hands... his teeth because then he could swallow that monster that Koutarou was packing because holy fuck .

He had a fairly good idea from their time in the locker room and various dick related conversations that they found themselves sucked into, but seeing it like this... the mystery of what could be underneath. Keiji subconsciously squeezed his thighs together, he definitely had ‘Size Queen’ listed on his grindr bio and Koutarou may have been bigger than Osamu... probably, hopefully.

Hopefully? Keiji, that man’s dick ain’t going inside of you.

Platonic thoughts, keep your thoughts platonic, good wholesome fluffy christian thoughts about your best friend cock, WHAT. An actual sound escaped from Keiji’s throat as they saw the third picture, Koutarou was holding his massive cock at the base and there was precum dripping down the shaft.

He needed to ride that dick, asap. Or get face fucked by it. Or thrown against the wall and fucked until he was only chanting Koutarou’s name. How in the world was this man still a virgin, who was lucky enough to have the chance to be his first?

Sure as fuck ain’t you.

Keiji had to calm himself and give reasonable feedback on his best friend’s nudes... they were certainly doing the job when it came to making Keiji hot and bothered and aching for a cock. A passing thought crossed his mind about Tetsurou probably giving him dick pic advice... are these angles Tetsurou would use for Kenma? ... yeah, yeah he was the same as Keiji when it came to loving huge cocks.

And god Keiji would never forget how joyful Kenma was when he saw Tetsurou’s dick for the first time, he’s so long, Keiji! Now they’ve got the cock they’ve dreamed of since they were fifteen sitting on his phone and they have to act like he’s not about to grab their nearest dildo and fuck himself stupid with it.

Keiji >>> Koutarou

Keiji: These are taken very well, Bokuto.

Whoever will be getting them is going to be in for a nice treat.

Could use better lighting in the second picture, but... it’s nonfactor.

Koutarou: OOOOOOOOOOH

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO SOMEONE ELSE

But WOW thank u for the advice (:

Keiji: Ah...

May I ask who? Only out of curiosity.

Koutarou: ATSUMU

Keiji: You’re sending dick pics to Atsumu?

Koutarou: YEAH

BUT HEY ISNT FUNNY WE’RE EVEN NOW :D

Keiji stared at his phone, then a small snicker escaped from his lips, Koutarou was the worst liar... but he’ll go along with it.

Keiji >>> Koutarou

Keiji: I suppose we are.

I do hope you’ll be successful in your ventures with Atsumu.

Koutarou: OH SAME !!!

Keiji: Last I heard he was crushing on Sakusa though?

Koutarou: oh

Well

Shit

There go my chances I guess !

What am I supposed to do w/ these pics now ):

Keiji: Save them for someone special.

Koutarou: like you???

I wouldn’t care if you used them for

Stuff

Keiji: Stuff.

Koutarou: Stuff!!!!!!

I already sent you nude owls so LIKE... nude people... it’s the same right?

People say I’m like an owl ◎▼◎

Keiji: Don’t send me nudes of other people.

Koutarou: I WONT.

Keiji: But... I do like these.

Koutarou: really????

Keiji: Yes.

Koutarou: THEN HAVE FUN WITH THEM!!

ILL

LEAVE YOU TO IT.

🦉🦉🦉

Keiji didn’t realize just how hard he was smiling until Koutarou apparently left him alone with these totally accidental nudes. Poor Atsumu would be missing out on this one, but then did Koutarou take this just for Keiji?

For the whole point of getting even with them? He knew how embarrassed Keiji felt about sending those pictures to him... and this did track with Koutarou’s overall behavior. Ugh, he was too precious.

Keiji went for one of their smaller vibrators and a fleshy dildo that he kept in his bedside drawer, then shrugged off their pajama pants and boxers. He was already wet from drooling at Koutarou’s dick just minutes earlier and placing the rabbit vibrator directly on his clit had him biting down hard on his cheek.

He knew his body well enough that this was going to be a fast one, when was the last time he was turned on this much by anyone? They left the dildo to the side as he picked up his phone and opened up the photo where Koutarou was holding his cock, he wanted that inside of him now .

Koutarou was a virgin too, so he wouldn’t have any idea how to use a cock that big... Keiji would probably have to guide him through it and knowing Koutarou, he’d be such a good student. The thought of the older, much bigger man slotted between Keiji’s legs, acting a little shy over possibly hurting Keiji and having to be coaxed into fucking them harder...

Keiji moaned Koutarou’s name as he pressed the vibrator right on his clit and their first orgasm of the night shook through them, those pictures were going to give him so much mileage...

Keiji >>> Apathetic Roommates

Keiji: question

Kenma: ?

Keiji: should I sleep with bokuto?

Kenma: yes

Kei: duh

Keiji: ...

I don’t like how fast you answered this

Let me rephrase this

Should I pursue bokuto in a romantic manner?

Kenma: ya

Kei: duh

He’s been crushing on u since high school lol

Kenma: fr he’s so in love w/ u

I have texts as proof

Keiji: no you dont

Kenma: oh yes I do

I’ve been WAITING for the day

But u keep sulking over bitch boy

And I don’t want Bo to get hurt bc u aren’t over him

Keiji: well he’s fucking iwa now so! No more sulking!

Kei: rly???

Keiji: that’s what bokuto told me

Kei: omg

Rintaro told me that he was going to try getting back w/ him

Keiji: WHAT

Kenma: bitch boy’s legacy continues...

Kei: he’s going for the harem route

Keiji: nty

Is anyone else chasing bo then???

Kenma: his fan club?

Kei: every single person at his uni?

Kenma: me, if i was single?

Keiji: keep your slutty cat claws to kuroo.

Kenma: hissss

Kei: I’m locking you out of the house for that one.

Kenma: yeah I deserve it.

The locker room was abuzz with chatter as the team filed in after their practice, Koutarou went to retrieve his things for the shower and took a quick glance at his phone to see a notification waiting from Keiji. Now he was smart enough not to repeat the same mistake twice when he saw that a video was attached and the caption was along the lines of, ‘found the owl plush you gave for me as a graduation gift 💞’ .

Something about this didn’t seem very family friendly, or maybe Koutarou’s perverted brain jumped straight to receiving more naked Keiji because that’s the only person who’d been heavily on his mind for the past two weeks. Keiji never deleted the pictures from their chat, nor did they ask Koutarou not to save them so... he’d been using those photos almost every single night since then.

The idea for Koutarou to send his own was originally a joke made by Tetsurou, just so they could be even and Keiji would feel less embarrassed about the situation and Koutarou was happy to run with it. Tetsurou gave him a few tips from his own collection of nudes that he kept on his phone -although he didn’t let Koutarou see any of Kenma’s!- and the gears in his brain were turning.

Much like the incident with Keiji, they didn’t talk about Koutarou’s ‘accidental’ nudes after that night, even if Koutarou was itching to know if Keiji masturbated to them... he implied that he did, but Koutarou wanted the details. This only made the wing spiker more horny because Keiji was thinking about him while touching themselves and not his annoying ex... who’d been coming around often thanks to Hajime.

Well whatever, as long as Keiji was sending pictures and videos that were meant for Koutarou, then all was good... so Koutarou swiveled his head around to make sure no one was paying attention to him before hitting the play button. Kiyoomi was already headed into the showers, Atsumu and Tetsurou were chatting as per usual while grabbing their things, their other teammates were off in their own conversation and such.

Koutarou made sure the volume was muted as the first few seconds of the video started, the camera was set in the direction of Keiji’s bed and Koutarou’s high school jersey was draped over his torso. He’d given that to Keiji on the night before his own graduation, too cowardly to actually confess to Keiji when he knew that his best friend was crushing on Osamu at the time.

Keiji kept it... and took it with them when they moved out of their parents home... and now they were looking so pretty with Koutarou’s name across their shoulders. He held up the oversized gray owl plushie that Koutarou swore looked like him and gave it a chaste kiss before setting it on the bed and- oh no Koutarou can’t watch that in public.

He quickly closed the video as Meian and Tomas were strolling by and scrambled to grab his towel and body soap, then followed them into the showers. He went off straight to one of the further stalls that were empty and got to undressing, his cock already semi-hard just from seeing the beginning of that video.

He pulled his phone out from underneath the towel before turning on the shower and angled it so the device wouldn’t get wet, he was not patient enough to wait until he was back at home because the rest of the boys wanted to get dinner after this. The warming water cascaded down his broad back as he went back to the video and started back where he left off, Keiji mounting the toy like a cute slut.

They lifted the jersey up to show off their navy lace panties hugging their hips, then scooted closer to the edge of the bed so the camera could get a better view of them straddling this owl and riding it. Koutarou never wanted to be a stuffed owl so badly, he needed Keiji’s wet pussy grinding on his cock like that, wanting to hold those gorgeous hips as Keiji rode him .

Koutarou’s hand shot down to jerk off his cock as Keiji bit down on the jersey, freeing their hands to play with their brown, hard nipples as they rocked back and forth on the owl. Fucking hell, Koutarou was hungry to have his mouth on Keiji’s chest, to suck all day on those nubs and leave countless bite marks, proving that Keiji belonged to him and no one else would get their hands on them.

Seeing all of this motion though... Keiji’s hips fucking the plushie, their slender fingers groping their small tits, how flushed Keiji’s beautiful face was while biting on the jersey... Koutarou was cumming before he knew it’d hit him. That had to be the hottest video Koutarou ever laid his eyes on... and there were still three minutes left, Koutarou could probably get it up again within one.

Keiji pushed their hand into their panties to rub on their clit and although Koutarou didn’t have the 4k Ultra Zoom angle of that, just seeing his fingers move fervently inside his panties has Koutarou’s cock twitching back to life. Keiji was doing this for Koutarou... he filmed himself grinding on a fucking owl and cumming on his fingers for Koutarou .

Was that their response to Koutarou’s nudes?

The video came to a close when Keiji hopped off of the bed and pulled down their panties to reveal their perfect pink, soaking wet pussy. Koutarou was drooling as Keiji made a little show of bending over and spreading his lips, making sure Koutarou got to see his tight little hole.

And the video ended.

Koutarou >>> Keiji

Koutarou: JHDFKGHFDJKGX

FJDSKFHJKZ

GHDJKGHFJX????????????

WAS THAT ANOTHER ACCIDENT

Keiji: I see you’re done with practice.

And yeah, my finger slipped.

Oops.

Koutarou: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK

That was really for me???

Keiji: Yes, Bokuto.

I was in your jersey, after all.

Koutarou: gjkdlgfkdhgjkdhxjfgx

KEIJIIIIIIIIIIIII

YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME JERK OFF TWICE IN THE SHOWER

Keiji: That was my intention, yes.

Koutarou: STOPPPPPPPPP

“Oi, Koko, ya alright in there? We’re going to head out.”

Koutarou nearly dropped his phone at the sound of Atsumu’s voice and gave a quick answer that he’d be out in a jiffy... he just had to take care of this immediately. Another load went down the drain as Keiji launched a full scale invasion on his mind, all of this felt so new to him... and it was, huh.

He did a quick job of cleaning himself off and dressing, then went to meet Atsumu, Kiyoomi, and Inunaki just outside of the gym. Meian apparently had a date to run off to while Tetsurou and Tomas had other errands to run, so it was just those four hitting up their favorite bar.

Koutarou was terribly distracted as he didn’t want to ditch because he was fairly hungry ... yet... Keiji was right there in his phone being an incubi! Who knew Keiji could be so forward... although they obviously had way more experience than Koutarou ever had, so they definitely knew what they were doing when it came to this .

It still blew his mind that Keiji was being this bold with him... he had to ask why.

Koutarou >>> Keiji

Koutarou: can i ask why ur fingers slipped again

Keiji: I wanted to give you a proper payment for your dick photos.

I’ve been thinking about them all week...

Koutarou: omg

U DIDINT HAVE TO PAY ME BACK

Keiji: Should I delete the video then?

Koutarou: NO

NOONONON

DONT

DONT TOUCH

Keiji: You are incredibly adorable, Kou.

Koutarou: NO IMNOT

“Ya havin’ quite the engaging conversation there, Koko?”

Koutarou's head shot up as Atsumu was snickering at him from across the table, Kiyoomi had a mask on, but there was definitely amusement in his dark eyes. Inunaki was taking a gulp of his beer as apparently all the damn attention was on Koutarou now, the one time he didn’t want it...

“I... yes... actually,” Koutarou eyes landed on Kiyoomi, “if Ushiwaka sent you dick pics, you’d think he wants to fuck you, right?”

Atsumu nearly choked on air, Kiyoomi dropped his phone on the floor, Inunaki was cackling like a hyena.

“... yes, that would be a reasonable assumption.” Kiyoomi answered after a few moments.

“So... would you?” Koutarou asked.

“Um...” Kiyoomi’s gaze briefly flickered to Atsumu who was staring back at him with clear curiosity in his brown eyes, “... I don’t think so? I’m not exactly into randomly hooking up, there has to be an emotional connection there for me to be... interested.”

“Oh, I thought you had a crush on him,” Koutarou said, maybe Hajime was wrong about that one...

“In high school, yes... but I’d require more than a dick picture when it comes to sleeping with anyone.”

“So ya wanna be wined and dined? Didn’t pin ya as the romantic type, Omi-Omi~”

“Don’t get any ideas, Miya.”

Not to sound cocky, but Koutarou is pretty darn sure that Keiji wants his cock either way, Tetsurou would definitely tell him to go for it.

“Is someone sending you dick pics?” Inunaki asked as Atsumu and Kiyoomi were bickering, flirting, whatever you wanted to call it, “is our cherry boy about to become a man?”

“I think so...” Koutarou grinned, he had to think of a way to truly impress Keiji.

Koutarou >>> Keiji

Koutarou: I’m still out w/ the bros

But I really liked the vid 💕

Keiji: 💕

Koutarou: there’s smth I wanna ask you but... I wanna make you a video in response!!

Keiji: Tonight?

Koutarou: no I still have to think of an idea!!!

It won’t take long though

I hope

Keiji: I don’t mind waiting.

As long as I get to see your cock.

Koutarou: aAAAAA

“Heeey, nerds, sorry I’m late.”

Koutarou glanced up from his phone to see Rintaro slinking in, he looked like he’d just tumbled out of bed with his hair all mussed up and clothes slightly disheveled... and what was that on his neck?

“You have a nasty bug bite on your neck, Rin,” Koutarou said, “does it hurt?”

“Oh...” Rintaro’s fingers went to touch the mark just under his jaw, “nah, it’s probably nothing, thanks for looking out, Bo.”

“Of course!”

Hm... he’d have to brainstorm with Tetsurou on what to do next...

Keiji >>> Koutarou

Keiji: btw, did you see what I posted on insta?

Koutarou: OH i havent even looked

Was too busy thinking of uuuuuuu 💞

Keiji: Fair enough 💕

Koutarou tapped out of the text thread and onto the icon for instagram, there were a few dozen notifications seeking his attention as he went off to check out Keiji’s profile. The very first photo was a selfie that Keiji took this morning, he was softly smiling with his messy curls and still sitting in bed, holding the owl plushie up under his neck.

Koutarou’s eyebrows rose at the caption, it was the very same used for the video he’d been sent, except it listed his name of course. There were multiple comments from friends and such, one particularly from Osamu that said this was lovely to wake up to.

Koutarou clicked his tongue and went to reply, sure to add a string of cute emojis and exclaim how excited he was that Keiji kept that owl with him. Wait...

Koutarou >>> Keiji

Koutarou: did u take that before you fucked it???

Keiji: I did.

I was going to wait for you to see it, then send the video, but I got impatient.

Koutarou: klfgjfdlgjldgjfldxjl

THATS SO HOT U DON’T EVEN KNOW???

Keiji: 🥰

Are you getting hard for me again, Kou?

Koutarou: NOT RIGHT NOW

NO SOTP

DEVIL

Keiji: 😈😈😈

Tetsurou >>> BROMATES HAHA... JK UNLESS?

Tetsurou: DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE I WANNA FUUUUUUUUUUUCK

Why iis my boyfriend n TOKYO

FUCK

Hajime: sucks for u

Tetsurou: suck my DICk

Fuck it I’m going up there on friday

Koutarou: OOOO you should surprise him!!

‘Big daddy is here ;)’

Tetsurou: LMAOOOOOOOO how u kno he calls me daddy

Koutarou: bro you’re like super daddy

Tetsurou: tru truuuu

I miss him so MUCHHHHHHHH

Hajime: u should tell him that

Tetsurou: he is

STREAMING

BUSY

WITH WORK

Andi m drinking al one

Wait

HAJIME JOIN EM

Hajime: absolutely not

Tetsurou: coming in ur room as soon as i untangled myself from my sheets

Its not going wel

Koutarou: osamu isn’t coming over to see u??/

Hajime: nah, he had to study

Koutarou: THEN U CAN HELP ME

GET KEIJI HORNY

Tetsurou: brOOOOO

LETS DOI T

Hajime: ......

Tetsurou: KOUTAOUR

SAVE ME

MY BED IS EATING ME

Koutarou: BRT BRO I GOT U

Sunday nights were solely reserved for Keiji time, he put aside all of his responsibilities -no fretting over work, school, or chores- in favor of self care and relaxation. He’d gotten out of the bathtub after a long soak, dried himself off, and only donned his fluffy pink robe as he went off to his desk.

Keiji typically ignored social media too, although he would claim that he wasn’t as addicted as his roommates, but he’d been waiting on Koutarou to message him. They’d spent all week teasing their senpai about being so horny for him and making Koutarou the cutest, flustered owl that Keiji wanted to ride the fuck out of.

They were honestly a little disappointed that Tetsurou showed up to their home alone, without Koutarou in his luggage, but seeing how shocked and happy Kenma was offset that quite a bit. Normally Keiji’s thoughts would take him back to Osamu when he saw any happy couples, but instead Koutarou was the one who filled that spot... or, reclaimed it in better words.

Just thinking about what Koutarou may have up his sleeve made Keiji smile as they sat at their desk chair and opened up their laptop to see there was a DM from Osamu awaiting him in discord. This man clearly could not get the hint when Keiji only sent him one word responses and barely bothered to reply half the time, but maybe they could entertain him just this once to see what he wanted.

Keiji hit the call button after asking if Osamu was free to chat and he replied within minutes, so weird coming from the person who made it his life goal to completely ignore Keiji during the last couple months of their relationship.

“Hey darlin’, how ya feelin’ this evening?”

Keiji knew if he took this call just three weeks ago, the sound of that kansai dialect would have them weak in the knees and drowning in their panties, but now it just irked Keiji.

“Just got out of the bath, planned on doing some reading for the rest of the night, how about you?”

Keiji’s reading list consisted of pulling open his favorite fanfiction site because they were not in the mood for anything professionally published, he just wanted his blorbos rubbing their funky bits together. There were a number of updates awaiting him too, his current favorite being a yakuza and accidentally acquired sugar baby fanfiction, wouldn’t it be amusing if Koutarou was a yakuza?

He’s way too soft for that life.

“Ya know, what I usually do on Sundays... forcing myself to relax instead of workin’, that’s really stuck with me, babe.”

“Just like you stuck with me, eh?” Keiji smoothly replied as Osamu let out a soft chuckle.

“Exactly like that... look, I really didn’t mean to push ya away, I was just so stressed out from opening the restaurant and everything that comes with that, ya know?” Osamu at least sounded sincere, there was more emotion in his voice this time around than when he dropped Keiji, “I miss ya.”

“Miss me so much that you’ve moved onto Iwaizumi?” Keiji went over to click the link in their email about a fic update, but their phone buzzing with a notification distracted them.

“... Kuroo can’t keep his mouth shut, huh? Anyway, there’s nothing between us, it’s just casual,” Osamu said as Keiji tapped the notification to see that Koutarou was live on tik tok, “ya don’t see me getting huffy about whoever you’ve been messing with.”

“I stopped talking to other guys once we were doing... whatever it was, it doesn’t exactly feel great when you’re fucking one of my friends and trying to get with me,” Keiji went to open up tik tok on his phone and kept the volume low enough so hopefully the microphone on the laptop didn’t pick it up. Koutarou was in the gym with a couple thousand viewers tuning in, he was probably going to do one of his workout tutorials or something, Keiji honestly didn’t pay attention to a single word that came out of his mouth.

Koutarou was rather cheerful as per usual, so happy to greet his audience that was definitely thirsting over his greek god body. His tank top was thin and cut low at the sides so there was plenty of sideboob action going, along with his gym shorts being short enough to showcase his thick, juicy thighs.

“... -were drunk and Iwaizumi was all over me,” oh right, Osamu was talking, “it was just a one time thing, ya got nothing to worry your pretty head about.”

“Fine, then you want to get back together?” Keiji asked as he watched Koutarou chatting away while lifting some dumbbells, his gaze drawn to those flexing biceps and forearms... how would they feel crushing him? Getting held down by powerful arms and fucked hard by that massive cock that Keiji knows Koutarou is packing, fuck his thighs squeeze together in just mere anticipation.

They would really have to train Koutarou in how to fuck them too, that excited him even more... would it be weird to fuck himself to Koutarou just... working out? It wouldn’t be the nastiest thing they’d gotten off to, Koutarou was being so pure... he was that tik tok gym bro who gave the most positive advice with that beaming smile.

And that turned Keiji on so much .

“Babe?”

“Huh? Sorry... I kind of zoned out,” Keiji murmured, they then went to send a message in the chat, not even sure if Koutarou would see it. Maybe they should DM him, but who knows when the older man would see that either... god dammit.

“I said I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship again... I have a lot on my plate right now, but I do want somethin’ with ya,” Osamu said, “I just miss...”

“My pussy?” Keiji replied, getting a choked noise from Osamu, “I know that’s all you’ve come crawling back to me for.”

“Oi, ya don’t have to be mean about it baby,” Osamu replied, “but what can I say... I miss making ya scream on my cock.”

Koutarou would make them scream louder...

“Go on, don’t stop there.”

“Yeah? I knew that’d get ya going sweetheart.”

Going right into Koutarou’s DMs, sure.

Keiji only had to wait a few moments for Koutarou to hear the sound of someone DMing him and went off to check just who it was. His smile turned even more excited once he saw that it was Keiji and he soundly announced that he’d have to cut the stream short.

Hm? Keiji didn’t want that...

MSBY_BK >>> LittleOwl

MSBY_BK: are you free rn???

I wanna vid chat u

LittleOwl: I’m always free for you.

MSBY_BK: :DDDD

“I have a call to take, it’s work related, I’ll catch you later.”

Osamu wasn’t given any time to answer as Keiji hung up the discord call and answered Koutarou’s video chat request.

“Hey, hey, hey! I was hoping you’d see me live,” Koutarou grinned, there was sweat rolling down his neck that Keiji wanted to lick right off, “I... actually have like half an hour left in here, Hajime did me a favor and I got this room to myself.”

“Ah...” Keiji said as Koutarou went to sit down just in front of the wall length mirror, “what do you plan to do now that we’re alone?”

“Um... well now that you’re here...” Koutarou’s shyness returned, “... is that the same robe from the pictures?”

“Mmm... it’s my favorite one,” Keiji angled the phone just above him to show Koutarou, he then pulled the sash and opened up the robe to reveal his bare body beneath, “I was soaking in the tub earlier.”

“Fuck... fuck Keiji, you’re so...” Koutarou’s vocabulary failed him as Keiji smiled for the camera, letting their other hand run along their collarbones, small tits, circling a nipple, “you’re killing me, baby.”

“Then touch yourself, show me what I do to you, senpai,” Keiji cooly responded as Koutarou cursed again, he was fast to pull out his hard cock and gave it a few rough strokes, “god, you’re so big , and you’ve never fucked anyone with that?”

“Never... I’ve wanted you for so long, but... I guess I was too nervous,” Koutarou said, Keiji couldn’t see his facial expression as the camera was focused right on his cock, “but now we’re doing this... does that mean you like me too?”

“I do,” Keiji could fully admit to that, “I like you a lot, Bokuto, I especially like how your cock looks fucking your hand like that... would you fuck my cunt that fast?”

“Oh my god, how do you say that shit,” Koutarou whined and Keiji couldn’t help giggling at his despair, “a-and I would... if you would let me... I’d be so good for you, babe.”

“You’re already doing so well for me, I’m aching to have your fat cock in me...” Keiji lowered their hand to rub their sensitive clit, Koutarou’s eyes widened at the sight, “I wish you came here with Tetsurou... I could be riding you right now...”

“Yeah, I’m fucking kicking myself hard in the ass right now,” Koutarou said, “look at you, fuck you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“All for you, Bokuto... this pussy is yours,” Keiji said, “next time we see each other, want you to fuck me, okay? I’ll teach you how.”

“Please Keiji...” Koutarou babbled, his semen soon spilled out from his cock and covered his hand, what Keiji wouldn’t do to be able to lick that.

“Good boy, cumming all for me... I’m close too...” Keiji moaned as those golden eyes were staring back at them through the screen, only Koutarou could make them cum this easily, “ah, Koutarou...!”

It took Keiji a few seconds to recover from that orgasm rocking through their body, but Koutarou was still here... still watching them... and right back on his dick.

“Do you really have the time left to crank out another?”

“... shit, not really,” Koutarou blurted out, “uh... you’ll be up when I get back home, yeah?”

“Yes~”

“Cool! Give me like fifteen... or ten, bye babe!”

Keiji buried his face into their hands, he felt like a fucking giddy lovestruck teenager all over again. They were going to have so much fun tonight.

Keiji >>> Iwaizumi

Keiji: iwaaaaa

Iwaizumi: akaashiiiiii

Sup

Keiji: ok so like

I’m just curious how serious you were with Osamu?

(dw, I don’t want him back)

Iwaizumi: ooooh

Not the question I was expecting to wake up to lol

Did Kuroo tell you we were fucking?

Keiji: Bokuto, actually.

Iwaizumi: ahhh

Uhhh

I guess it’s like fwb? But I’m really into him.

So it might be more.

But I feel like there’s a reason you’re asking this.

Keiji: he was hitting me up last night

And said there was nothing between you two.

I don’t want you winding up hurt or mixed into some bullshit yk?

Iwaizumi: ughhhhhh

Why does this always happen to me

Thanks for telling me

FUCK

Keiji: I’m sorry ): I had to tell you as soon as possible

Iwaizumi: nah I appreciate it

I can always depend on you to keep it straight w/ me.

Keiji: 💕

Iwaiumi: 💕💕💕

Well, that was a fun fling while it lasted 🤪

Keiji, Kenma, and Shouyou left the train and went straight to the stadium, all dressed from head to toe to MSBY gear like the loyal fanboys they were. Keiji was in Koutarou’s jersey, Kenma had Tetsurou’s, and Shouyou was drowning in Meian’s, they were ready to surprise their best friends slash boyfriend as they hadn’t said anything about coming.

Keiji practically had to lie to Koutarou about being too busy with work and they felt awful about it, but knew his owl would be absolutely thrilled to see them cheering him on in the stands. He wants to say he’d been waiting on this for weeks, but in reality ever since they first saw Koutarou on the court, Keiji fell for him at first sight and yearned to have him in every possible way.

Would they end up as boyfriends after this... Koutarou was already texting them like one and Keiji wasn’t opposed to the label, the only one who had his heart now was his senpai as he lost all interest in Osamu. Fooling around with Koutarou gave him the clarity that he didn’t know he needed, Osamu was nice enough to be with and a good boyfriend when it mattered... but everything felt so different with Koutarou.

He was the one who was permanently on the back of Keiji’s mind, the one they’d be willing to drop anyone for just to have a chance with him. Their crush on Koutarou never quit, it was only repressed when the older one graduated and Keiji wound up trying to forget about him with Osamu.

This all felt so right , like all the pieces were fitting together perfectly.

The trio of them stopped just a few feet away from the Onigiri Miya stand and there was Osamu, serving up all kinds of onigiri for the people in line. Keiji had to admit to themselves that the smell alone had their stomach grumbling, but god if they didn’t want to speak a single word to Osamu.

Kenma was happy passing on it, meanwhile Shouyou eagerly volunteered to handle the food delivery, they could always depend on the sunshine chibi to do their dirty deeds. Keiji and Kenma were able to sneak on by without Osamu noticing and went off to find their seats, thanks to Kenma’s boyfriend privileges they were able to sit fairly close to the court.

The players were all warming up before the match, Keiji’s searching eyes landing right on their prize... Koutarou receiving a volleyball with those thick arms, it’s really been too long since they’d seen each other in person. Keiji did think it was odd that their best friend was constantly occupied whenever he came out to see Osamu, but given recent revelations, it all made sense.

Koutarou looked amazing, handsome, gorgeous, fuckable, edible, daddy take me on the waxed floor right now in front of this entire crowd of people. Keiji bit his lips with a soft smile as they couldn’t take their eyes off of Koutarou, he was incredibly sexy when he was focused and all his practice spikes were turning out so well... he was ready to smash through this other team.

And Keiji once they won... heheh.

Tetsurou came up to him to give him a slap on the back and pointed right out to where their group was sitting, the recognition in Koutarou’s eyes was delightful to see in real time as he sprinted over and up the stairs. He was like a full grown bull chasing the red waving flag that was his Keiji and Keiji met their star with a tight hug that nearly knocked them off their feet.

“Kaaaaashi! You made it!” Koutarou said as he pulled away for just a moment to examine the jersey Keiji was wearing, “and you’re wearing my number! Babe...”

“I’m sorry to have lied to you about being busy, we wanted this to be a surprise,” Keiji loosely wrapped his fingers around Koutarou’s neck, “I don’t think I could’ve stayed away from you any longer without going insane.”

“Oh my god , same! I was planning on riding up to Tokyo this weekend, but now you’re here!” Koutarou grinned, “we’re definitely going to win, just for you!”

“Hmm... I have something that may help in aiding your success,” Keiji said, Koutarou looked back at them with cute curiosity before Keiji closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on his lips, “for good luck.”

“Aka... Akaaaaahi!” Koutarou’s face was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, “that... that was my first kiss.”

“Really?” Keiji asked with mild disbelief in their tone, but Koutarou just nodded like a puppy, “... cute, let me give you your second and third, then.”

Koutarou didn’t hesitate to lean back into Keiji’s space, his hands settling comfortably on his kouhai’s waist as their lips touched and Keiji savoring every second of this, he was going to be all of Koutarou’s firsts tonight. It took Tetsurou grabbing the back of Koutarou’s jersey to get them off of each other and Keiji couldn’t help snickering at the dreamlike state their owl was in.

“We’re gonna win this for our boyfriends!”

“Hell yeah, bro.”

Oh... well, takes care of that.

Three exciting sets went by faster than Keiji expected, their attention mainly on Koutarou, but he was also impressed with the stellar blocking by Tetsurou and of course Atsumu’s sets never failed to deliver. It only made Keiji wish he could see all of Koutarou’s in person, as opposed to streaming them or catching the replays when he had the free time to.

The thought of making frequent trips to Osaka just to support and watch Koutarou play volleyball though... it wasn’t as bad as they may think, he was probably up for it for the sake of love itself. Ah... he could find a way to squeeze in at least one or two trips a month into his schedule, he did it previously for Osamu until their relationship turned sour.

Their group decided to wait on the team just outside of the gym as they’d be busy with changing in the locker room and possibly whatever post-game interviews, if any. Keiji was itching to their boyfriend now though... boyfriend... Koutarou was their boyfriend , to be able to say that in full confidence had them feeling giddy.

“Hey, he’s looking over here.”

Kenma’s quiet voice had Keiji glanced up from his phone to see that indeed, Osamu took notice of the three and Suna was standing by him. It was no secret to anyone that they dated in high school and maybe now that Iwaizumi was privy to Osamu just playing with him, those two could be happy together.

Keiji was intending on just pretending to be busy with his phone when Osamu stepped forward and oh fuck, what did he want-

“Baaaabe!” they heard Koutarou’s voice to the side of them before finding themselves wrapped up in a hug and lifted off the floor, “I just took the fastest shower and ran away from the interview guy! We have to bail before they find us.”

“Lead the way, Bokuto,” Keiji giggled as Koutarou spun him around once before his feet touched the ground and a big hand was linking with their own.

“Oh and um, I called you my boyfriend earlier... is that okay? Tetsu was kinda teasing me about it then Tsum-Tsum was like you have to make sure and-”

“Yes, we’re boyfriends...”

“Cool! Cool, you’re cool, so cool,” Koutarou babbled as Keiji smiled wider at his silly, flustered antics, “we were going to get dinner, but I kind of wanted to be alone with you?”

“For what reason?” Keiji managed to sound innocent as Koutarou opened his mouth, but quickly closed it, the blush becoming prominent on his cheeks.

“To... kiss and stuff?”

“Stuff?” Keiji leaned in closer, their lips reaching Koutarou’s ear, “you want to fuck my pussy, don’t you, Kou~ta~rou?”

The noise that Koutarou made was downright adorable, he just squeezed Keiji’s hand extra hard and stalked off to where Tetsurou and Kenma were already several steps ahead. It seemed Shouyou was going out with the other team members for celebration drinks and perhaps a chance with Meian’s dick as dessert, god bless his tiny, horny ass.

Keiji teased their boyfriend on the ride back to their apartment, a firm hand stroking his thigh, dirty words in his ear, Koutarou was rendered useless with Keiji’s assault on him. The sexual tension in the car only rose as Kenma had the same idea to tease Teetsurou while he was trying his damndest to pay attention to the road, this spurned Keiji on further to leave hot kisses on Koutarou’s neck and palm the huge bulge in his shorts.

It’s a feat that Koutarou didn’t cum right then.

The couples went their separate ways as Keij soon found himself bouncing back on Koutarou’s mattress with his boyfriend climbing right on top of him. Their lips melting together in a rough, passionate kiss that was fueled by years of want , of all this pining they’d both done for each other.

It was like a dream come true, Keiji finally got their captain in bed.

“I... I don’t really know what I’m doing... can you tell me how to make you feel good?” Koutarou was so earnest with asking, Keiji had to give him another light kiss on the lips.

“What do you want to do to me? I’m cool with whatever is on your mind, darling.”

“Darling...” Koutarou repeated, “I like that, I like being your darling.”

“My sweet, darling, handsome baby,” Keiji said as Koutarou was loving each pet name they stacked on, “I remember you said that you wanted to eat me out... is that still true?”

“Yes,” Koutarou quickly answered, “I wanna taste all of you to be honest... but especially there.”

“If you can’t say it,” Keiji brought a lone finger under Koutarou’s chin, “I’m not letting your mouth anywhere near my cunt.”

“Kaaaashi,” Koutarou whined as Keiji just smiled in amusement, “... I want to taste your pussy...”

“Then get my pants off.”

Koutarou didn’t need to be told twice as he went to strip Keiji of their pants and underwear, tossing them somewhere on his dirty floor. Koutarou had dimmed the lighting before jumping Keiji just to set the atmosphere and seeing Keiji laid out with the soft light on their body, their legs spread open for him.

“Can I take off your top too? Is that okay?” Koutarou asked.

“Mmm... it’s fine if it’s you,” Keiji said, “... plus you’ve seen everything anyway, whether I had a choice or not.”

“Well yeah , but that doesn’t give me free reign... it still might make you uncomfortable and I don’t want that,” Koutarou sounded so sweet and thoughtful despite having Keiji half naked in front of him, “so are you really sure?”

“Yes, I feel incredibly comfortable in my own skin with you... even more so than with other people I’ve slept with,” Keiji admitted as they went to tug the jersey off, “I’m surprised you don’t want me to keep it on.”

“We’ve got all night... and tomorrow, and Sunday for me to fuck you in that,” Koutarou confidently responded, “I wanna see all of you and not just through my phone screen.”

“... you’re so cheesy,” Keiji murmured as they pulled the jersey off of their arms and threw it elsewhere, feeling a little self conscious as Koutarou devoured them with his eyes.

“Can I...” Koutarou slid his hands up Keiji’s sides, his thumb resting just underneath the mound of Keiji’s breasts, “... suck on them?”

“Pervert...” Keiji commented as Koutarou pouted, “yes... yes you can.”

Koutarou’s grin was victorious as he ducked down to squeeze Keiji’s tits, then ran his tongue over their nipple before latching his lips onto it. Keiji always had mixed feelings about his chest, thankful that it was small enough to be non-issue, yet they were still present.

Koutarou was enjoying himself though, the happiness in his golden gaze cast aside those ugly thoughts for now. Koutarou took his time sucking on each nipple, playing and tugging on the other when his mouth wasn’t giving it attention.

He was so cute...

His mouth eventually descended to kiss its way down Keiji’s torso, their hip bones and waist line, then Koutarou hovered just above their waiting pussy. His eyes flickered up in a silent question, what am I supposed to do, Keiji?

Keiji brought their hand downwards to use their fingers to spread their lips open, feeling even more exposed from Koutarou watching them like a hawk, “... you want to lick right here... my clit.”

Keiji hoped they sounded more confident than they felt right now, the butterflies in his stomach all took that moment to leave their roost and flutter about as Koutarou leaned in closer. His hands were resting on Keiji’s inner thighs, keeping them spread apart as if Keiji had any intention of closing his legs to Koutarou... but it was hot knowing that the older man could possibly have Keiji at mercy like this...

In the future, Akaashi Keiji, thirsty bitch.

Koutarou gave a few cautious, experimental licks to their clit, seeing how Keiji reacted by going to grab his shoulder for some sort of purchase, “just like that, keep going baby.”

Koutarou soaked in Keiji’s deep, shaky voice and didn’t stop once he got back to licking them, he was quite the fast learner as he took in Keiji’s quiet moans and subtle reactions too.

“You can use your fingers too, though... I’ll still need stimulation on my clit to... fuck , to cum...” Keiji dug his fingers in Koutarou’s shoulder, his hips gently moving against Koutarou’s mouth, they felt so close, just having Koutarou between their legs was enough to get them there. Koutarou followed Keiji’s suggestion, easing one of his fingers into Keiji’s warm, wet hole and watching to see if Keiji would experience any discomfort, but the younger one just rocked forward on that sole finger.

“More... you can give me more, I can take it like a big boy,” Keiji said as he heard a curse from Koutarou, “fuck my pussy with your fingers, daddy.”

“ Keiji !” Koutarou moaned, just honest to god moaned against his clit as he introduced a second finger, “you’re going to be the end of me.”

“Are you going to cum in your shorts from sucking on my clit and being called daddy?” Keiji teased, their hand moving into Koutarou’s soft hair, the shower must’ve washed out all the gel, “I think that’d be very hot.”

“God I don’t know if I’ll live enough for that, babe,” Koutarou began to say as Keiji pushed his mouth back down.

“Less talking, more sucking me off,” Keiji’s cool command had Koutarou groaning, but he didn’t stop as his fingers fucked into Keiji’s cunt and his tongue ran over their sensitive clit, “I’m almost there... you going to lick me clean too?”

“Mmm...” Koutarou’s answer came in getting a third finger inside of Keiji’s soaking hole and essentially letting his kouhai grind against his face, he was so submissive it was... awakening several things in Keiji that he’d need to think about later.

Keiji’s fingers curled tight in Koutarou’s hair as their orgasm crashed through them, his arousal gushed onto Koutarou’s hand and those fingers didn’t stop thrusting into him either, not until Keiji whined for him to stop.

“... good, you did so good, darling.”

Koutarou hummed at the praise, then pulled his fingers out to lick up Keiji’s cum and surged forward to lay a kiss on their lips, it was nice tasting themselves on their boyfriend’s tongue. They stayed like this for a few moments, just lazily kissing as Keiji was pressed back on the pillows, Koutarou’s hand wandering off to fondle their breasts and tug at their nipples.

“Did you want to stop here, Bokuto?”

“Koutarou... just... call me Koutarou, we’re dating and all so...” Koutarou said as Keiji nodded in response, “... I wanted to let you rest for a sec, then I got lost in kissing you again... but if you want to... I’d like to fuck you.”

“You have condoms?”

“I did! I bought some just yesterday,” Koutarou went to dig in his drawer to pull out the brand new box of unopened condoms, “I’m pretty sure I know what to do here.”

“Oh yeah? Real expert now once you’ve eaten a pussy once.”

Koutarou’s cheeks still turned a soft pink at Keiji’s dirty mouth as he went to get the box opened and pulled out a foil package, “... I don’t know if I’ll last that long. It’s you .”

“What did you say earlier, we had Friday, Saturday... Sunday? My pussy is here for your pleasure... Koutarou.”

“Say that again.”

Keiji pushed themselves up to throw their arms around Koutarou’s shoulders, bringing their lips just inches away from their boyfriend, “I’m all yours, here to please... to serve you... to be used like a fuck toy, you don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“Then... get on your stomach, that’s the best position to fuck into you deeply, yeah?”

“Yeah... and I do want to feel every inch of you inside of me, daddy~”

Koutarou pressed a harsh kiss to Keiji’s lips, his tongue immediately delving into Keiji’s mouth once it opened and wow , it was actually getting difficult to match his sudden uptick in aggression. Koutarou’s fingers gripped Keiji’s hips, pulling him right into his lap and trapping that huge cock between them, Keiji had to snake his hand down to get a touch, to stroke that massive cock that’d be inside of him soon enough.

“You know, I think I like you calling me daddy...” Koutarou murmured between their kisses, “it’s still kinda weird... but it turns me on so fucking much, baby.”

“It’s because you want to be my daddy, you want to take care of me and spoil me and treat me like daddy’s little boy,” Keiji’s mouth running along with his hand working Koutarou had the older one moaning his name, “is daddy going to fuck me or cum all over my hand?”

“Oh I’m fucking you alright,” Koutarou nearly growled as Keiji was hoisted up and turned onto their stomach, they eagerly went to rise their ass into the air too. The sound of the condom packet being torn had Keiji vibrating with anticipation, they scooped up a pillow to hold just as they felt large hands playing with their ass.

Squeezing, groping, kneading it... Koutarou had a thing for admiring beauty before wrecking it. Keiji wiggled their ass as a sign of impatience, getting a snicker from Koutarou that was soon followed by the head of his cock finally pressing into their needy hole.

Keiji fucked himself with the biggest dildo they owned just a couple days ago -for Koutarou’s viewing pleasure-, but absolutely nothing could compare to the real deal... a fat, hot cock sliding down the hilt. Koutarou was still for a moment, probably trying not to bust within five seconds of thrusting into his boyfriend, very cute of him... Keiji could probably wait.

“You feel so amazing... Keiji,” Koutarou breathed out as he bent over Keiji, then placed a few kisses along their shoulder blades, “can I hold your hand?”

“You don’t have to ask for that...” now it was Keiji’s turn for his cheeks to catch heat, he then let out of the pillow with his left hand and Koutarou’s fingers were fast to entwine with their own.

“I want to though... and you tightened around me when I did,” Keiji could envision the smirk on Koutarou’s face, “... I’m going to move now, but I’m really... god , Keiji... you’re so perfect.”

“You are too, Kou, I love how full you make me, I’ve never felt this fucking stuffed-’”

“Stop!” Koutarou nearly cried as Keiji chuckled under his breath, “I mean... don’t stop, but just give me a break baby.”

“Yes, yes... go on, fuck me.”

Koutarou squeezed Keiji’s hand, then began to rock his hips inside of him, a steady pace soon being set as Keiji was happy to take whatever was given to them. Koutarou’s weight felt heavy, but so comforting on them as they were getting fucked, they could lay here for the rest of their days just like this.

“So tight... so good ,” Koutarou was saying whatever came to his mind as he dragged his cock out and slammed in, getting Keiji to make those sweet noises as well. He seemed to be paying enough attention to hit that spot that had Keiji bucking their hips backwards and aiming right for it again.

“There... don’t stop, daddy please .”

Koutarou’s hand slid from Keiji’s hip to rub his fingers on their clit and Keiji really wasn’t expecting that as Koutarou fucked harder into him, he was feeling so sensitive there.

“Come on baby, you going to cum on daddy’s cock? Get it all messy?”

“God yes ,” Keiji cried as they rocked back on Koutarou’s cock, the hand on their clit pushing them right over the edge.

Koutarou bit down on Keiji’s shoulder as he quickly filled up the condom, bit of a tiny shame that Keiji wasn’t getting all of Koutarou’s seed inside of them. He’d have to look into taking birth control again for the sake of getting creampied.

“That was the... best ever...” Koutarou mused as all his weight sank onto Keiji’s back. He could suffocate here, that was fine.

Koutarou refused to let Keiji go as they were waiting on the train to arrive, pretty much mirroring Tetsurou and Kenma just beside them. Shouyou was rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, chatting away with them about volleyball or food, Keiji really wasn’t paying attention.

He was going to miss Koutarou... although they’d already planned for the older one to visit Tokyo in a couple weeks, it’d only be fair if they took turns visiting each other. Keiji was positive this’d work out much better compared to their last relationship, there was just a... possessive, excited energy that came with Koutarou.

“You’ll text me the whole ride, right?”

“Yes, darling.”

“And you’ll tell me when you get home?”

“Yes, darling~”

“ And ... you’ll fuck yourself with your favorite toy while thinking of my cock?”

“... yes, Koutarou.”

Ah... Koutarou was getting bold... good .

#haikyuu #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #rmakrkn fic

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Taeil

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Johnny - Youngho

I’ll send all my loving to you - @sehunniepotwrites

24.8k - soulmate au!, friends to lovers au!

My favorite Johnny fic out there, by far. It has just the right amount of angst and fluff and just wholesome shit, you know? I’ve already praised this fic on my side blog (see here) but I just had to put it on here too. Bless you for this masterpiece 💛

The legend - @moonttaeil

30k - fratboy Johnny

Welp, might have read this when I was deep in my Johnny feels and now it won’t leave my mind. Frat au! lovers, this is one of, if not the best, frat series there is. If you haven’t already read their frat house series, DO IT.

Taeyong

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Yuta

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Doyoung

The trust fund baby - @moonttaeil

25k - frat/richboi Doyoung, fake dating au!

Y’all when I say I cried... This is a really bittersweet story but I LOVED IT. There’s also a part. 2 and it’s just as good. I’ll say it, Xiaojun deserved better, change my mind.

Atlas - @wincore

15.4k - fwb au!, college au!

Okay so this fic fucking wrecked me. I cried, maybe a bit too much. I can’t even express how much I liked it, it’s that good. It has a very, I’d say, “poetic” side to it. So beautiful.

A Marriage of Inconvenience - @lucaswithnoshirt

22.5k - victorian au!, arranged marriage au!

Now I have a soft spot for these particular aus and can I just say that it met every single one of my expectations. I want writer Doyoung as my husband, pls.

Ten -Chittaphon

Une seconde avant noël - @127-mile

5.2k - exes au!

Angst but it ends well. This was so cute, we need more Ten fics like this one in the world.

Ocean eyes - @lucaswithnoshirt

15k - mermaid au!, platonic au!

Okay, so this is probably one of the first fics I’ve read on this website, and it totally drew me in. I’m not used to platonic aus (and I have to admit I wished they at least kissed one but oh well) but as weird as it sounds, it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I quite liked it! Very cute.

Jaehyun - Yoonoh

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Winwin - Sicheng

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Jungwoo

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Lucas - Xuxi/Yukhei

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Mark

19-1664 TPX: Red - @ceruleanskies

8.6k - soulmate au!, assassin au!

Let’s be honest, soulmates au is probably one of the best aus that exists out there, and this fic does it justice. The angst is just *chef kiss*. This is part of a very interesting series that I sadly haven’t yet read in its entirety, but definitely will do in the future.

Xiaojun

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Hendery - Kunhang

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Renjun

Huang Renjun’s Envy - @misfitneo

17.5k - mafia au!

This is technically the pt.3 of the Seven deadly sins series by the same author, which I highly recommend too. This one was just hitting the Renjun vibes, you know. ouch ouch ouch, much angst but I love it.

One foot in the Golden life - @nsheetee

9.7k - richkid au!

Oh oh oh now that was so good. There is so few good Renjun fics out there, but this one gets the gold from me (see what I did there?).

Jeno

pussy blocked. : @luvdsc

31k - college au!, fuckboi/girl au!

Okay, I’m not a pancakes gal but... I would gladly sacrifice myself for those.

That’s it, that’s the review/description. Just go read it.

Of captains and college boys: @neocitybynight

8.2k - hockey au!

Part 2 here. (14.7k)

This fucking broke me. I felt every word slam my heart with a hockey stick until my very own soul shook.

Lee Jeno as a hockey player is hot, but Lee Jeno as a genuine and vulnerable human being is hotter.

Haechan - Donghyuck

Lights, Cameras, F*ck you (LDH) - @neocitybynight

31k - Hollywood au!

Now, I believe any Haechan stan has read this fic, and rightfully so. It’s like, the backbone of the Hyuck fics. It’s genuine and well-written, the story is really addictive. It even has a cute little epilogue. Anyhow, a must read.

Solaria - @jenoremii

2.5k - tattoo shop au!

Now of course I added this one to the list. Thank you for fuelling my fantasies about pretty man with tattoos and piercings, highly appreciated 🖤

Home is a feeling - @neonun-au

8.2k - fluff, christmas au...?

Soft soft soft for this. But really, anything by this author is so great. Check them out.

Baby Face - @smileysuh

14.4k - frat Hyuck, enemies to lovers au!

HA! As if I wouldn’t put this masterpiece on my list. I think it’s common knowledge by now that frat Hyuck is my shit. I wanna argue and fight with Hyuck too, if it ends the same way it does in this fic (pls, I’m begging). The entire Frat universe fics are bangers too (I might have read them all too, oops)

Jaemin

The owl and the moon - @jenoremii

7.5k - badboy Jaemin, highschool au!

I requested this one and boy oh boy was I not disappointed. Not the usual badboy fic you’d expect, but in a good way. It has a very comforting and familiar feeling to it.

Two nights, one you - @nctsworld

10.9k - fuckboi jaemin

Now this, this is the ultimate Jaemin fic. It has everything; fuckboi Jaemin, nice smut, slight enemies to lovers... what more can you ask for? This particular Jaemin lives rent free in my mind.

cat & mouse - @tyonfs

17.7k - fbw au!, college au!

So, I never thought I’d want to be Jaehyun’s sister so bad in my life but here I am. The tension and suspense was so... surreal lolz, I loved it. Looking forward to the Jeno fic in the same universe (slam dunk series).

Yangyang

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Shotaro

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Sungchan

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Chenle

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Jisung

Sweeter than honey - @luvdsc

30k - bestfriends to lovers au!, rich kids au!

!!NO SMUT!! cause we respectful hoes in this household

No but fuck off this was the cutest thing ever. This was such a nice change compared to all them 1k Jisung drabbles... bless you. I ate this up like candy, it was so so sweet omfg I can’t. The group dynamics were so wholesome and the characters URGH (here’s a short list cause I can): Shyshyshy BFF Jisung? Fat Check. Done™️ Renjun? Relatable Check. Football players Nomin (whose image will be forever engraved in my mind)? Legend Check. Insufferable Hyuck? Double Check. And the list goes on... I loved it. A must read for all the soft Jisung stans out there.

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*I know, I know, I have my favorites... feel free to send me some good fics, I’ve got nothing but time to spare

Also, this will keep getting updated cause I can’t stop myself from reading fanfics until 3am so that’s that🙃

#simp for the neo boys #it’s not an addiction I swear #nct #fic rec #nct fic rec #nct aesthetic #hoeforau

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nympsycho-ao3 · 5 years

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Spoil Me Yours

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Molly has never been a homebody, drawn to the streets of Italy in search of something new and exciting. Of course, she never anticipated that she'd meet Bucciarati; he gladly shows her the luxurious side of dating a capo, spoiling her with riches beyond her comprehension. Of course, he wouldn't do this for just anybody...

Only the most worthy woman can bear his child and his fortune.

What starts as a simple shopping trip at a lavish boutique ends in the most rewarding and mindblowing experience of her life, an opportunity she can't pass up no matter who might be listening.

A commission fic from @chiho_draws on IG, @ccheedo on Twitter

Molly had always heard the siren song of the stars, calling to her from the confining drabness of her bedroom. On a night like any other she galavanted through the cobblestone streets, milky blackness pierced only by dull streetlights. Normally, the most interesting thing she would find is the odd stray cat, but that night’s discovery vastly exceeded even her most fantastical curiosities.

She found him .

That night is forever burned into her memory as the beginning of a quickly blooming relationship, unfurling like a Florentine iris after the winter’s frost. She’d spend more and more time away from home, shirking through the countryside just to see him. He’d make himself known to her anytime she wanted, treating her to pleasant afternoon aperitivos or evening dolces . He’d taken a liking to spoiling her; after some carefully maneuvered coercion, she’d begun to set aside her inclinations towards politeness and become more comfortable with his persistent generosity.

Molly remembers that night as she smoothes the wrinkles of the velvet dress that hugs her lithe figure spectacularly. She shies away from piercing blue eyes reflecting in the mirror from behind her, immersed in her form unabashedly.

“It’s much too large, no?” Bucciarati surmises with a leisurely scan of her body.

Molly looks back at him with befuddlement clouding her features, as the dress seemed to fit her perfectly. He smiles warmly as he rises from his seat, capturing her waist with the breadth of his hands. His fingers bunch around the excess fabric there, peeking up at her through dark lashes as he nuzzles into the soft curls of her hair.

“I suppose…” Molly plays along, knowing his intentions exactly from the way his fingers cinch around her hips.

Bucciarati presses his chest to her back, hands sliding to the hem of the dress at her thighs, svelte and cool under his palms. She breathes out through pouted lips as he pulls the fabric up and over her hips, dancing his fingers along the contours of her body. With a tickle of her sides, he slips the dress from her shoulders and casts it aside as if it weren’t worth hundreds of lire.

She gasps with the delicate touch of his fingertips that wind their way onto her breasts, taking the doll-like softness of them into protective palms. Her lowly giggle and grasp of his forearm reminds Bucciarati of their situation: paired together in a boutique’s dressing room, two of his subordinates waiting dutifully outside.

“Right, right…” he hums, peeling his chest from her reluctantly.

He reaches down to retrieve the dress unceremoniously before slinging it over the door.

“One of you, fetch her a smaller size in this,” he demands.

She’s not quite used to hearing him boss around his inferiors in her favor, becoming quite embarrassed after she hears Narancia groan in protest.

“You said we were going shopping for suits,” another voice retorts, surely Fugo’s.

Bucciarati has always had an uncanny grasp on her wellbeing, taking note of her anxiety and reassuring her with a smooth rub of the small of her back.

“After. Now go.”

The pair begrudgingly do as their capo orders, retrieving the subpar dress with a careless pull and scuffing their shoes against the hardwood floors. Bucciarati rests his hands on her shoulders, dwarfing them, as he watches their shadows shrink with distance.

Like an owl alerted by prey, Bucciarati snaps his gaze towards her. She feels inordinately exposed under his gaze, donned simply in the lacy, angelic-white garter belt and panties that he’d insisted she wear.

He scoops her up with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist, giggling until the sound of it is muffled by his lips. She breaks the impassioned kiss with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck as he presses her back against the mirror, tickling her collarbone with his hair while he kisses hungrily along her jawline.

“Not here…” she whispers, smile evident in her voice.

“Then where?” he smirks.

The heat of his breath sends glimmering electricity down her spine, her hips rolling into his already-hardened bulge as she lolls her head back. Her tanned skin flushes hot, the thought of him getting so turned on just from observing her piquing her thoughts away from the desire for public decency.

“Later… home…” she utters.

Bucciarati growls into her neck, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass greedily, sinking her down onto the cushioned bench with a primal rounding of his back. His hands coax her thighs to open them wider for his curious gaze. His lids fall heavy at the sight of her perfect pussy presented to him, decorated by the skimpy covering of lingerie. She melts into the cushion, his thumbs massaging circles into her thighs.

The softness of her inner thighs trembles with the kisses he places, trailing to hover his lips over her covered heat and licking his lips with a dart of his tongue. She brings her hands together across her chest in a desperate bid for modesty that never comes.

Her eyes clamp shut as his tongue drags across the fabric, inhaling her scent and salivating at the taste that seeps from the pooling wetness between his lips. She almost begs for more as he pulls back, looking up at her with stars in his eyes.

“I can taste how badly you want this now ,” he croons.

She averts her gaze, only for his hand to snake onto her jaw and coax her focus back on him. He holds firm, insisting she watch as he uses his free hand to slowly, thread-by-thread, tear her panties out of the way. His eyes never leave her face.

She hisses through pouted lips as he rolls his tongue between her lips, pulsing and ribboning on her clit with an exploratory rhythm. He undulates his head with the symphony of her moans, stifled in a desperate attempt at secrecy. His careful ministrations play her like fiddle, lapping and sucking to the tune of her tablature. Just as she starts to think she can’t handle it any longer, he stops; the abruptness of his pause catches her off guard, but the ruttish expression on his face eases her concern.

He leaves a kiss on the clit of her hood before rising, overlooking her covetously and fumbling hastily with his belt and zipper. She hardly has time to process the spring of his cock, her legs pinned behind her head with ankles captured by Bucciarati’s assertive grip. She’s helpless to struggle against the limits of her flexibility, his cock rutting against her dewy entrance.

He holds her in place with the stability of his shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. The forces of their breaths combine as she parses her words, feeling him prod the tip of his cock into her despite the anxiety that ghosts her features.

“Condom…” she mutters.

Bucciarati coaxes her into a gentle kiss, easing her muscles just enough to accept the head of his cock with a huff of breath.

“Bucciarati… no…”

He breaks the kiss, replacing his tongue with the breadth of his thumb. He sighs with the warm plushness he finds, noticing the genuine concern in her wide, darting eyes.

“Shh… piccolina …” he soothes, his cock throbbing with the pressing of his patience. “There’s no one else perfect enough to carry my child.”

Her brows furrow with his words, her words of apprehension dampened by a press of her tongue. He drives his hips into hers too quickly, taking her thoroughly and pitilessly. She mewls, not used to him being so rough without her insistence, transfixed on his cock as it penetrates her. She’s amazed he fits, his girth pushing her limits deliciously.

He grazes his lips across the crest of her ear. “Forgive me,” he whispers, “you just… feel so amazing.”

Her squeal is a tad too conspicuous as he pounds himself into her with a wet slap and a grunt, filling her to the brim, the angle of their bodies allowing for penetration so deep she starts to feel dizzy. Bucciarati keeps her grounded with the comforting weight of his presence. He picks up a churning rhythm, his eyes reluctantly falling closed despite his desire for watching her gratifying reactions to their fucking.

“Yo! Bucciarati!” An irritated voice calls from outside.

Bucciarati halts, the pair’s eyes meeting with a petrified glance. He slides his thumb from her mouth, sliding the flat of his fingers against her lips. She tries to settle her breathing to no avail, tickling the back of his hand as it courses from her nose.

“Yes?” Bucciarati responds, his voice low and even.

“Can’t find that damn dress,” Fugo gripes.

“Then find another.”

“How should I know what she likes?”

A mischievous glint sparks in his eye. It wasn’t often that Molly got a glimpse of his playful side, but as he releases his hold on her mouth, she realizes she doesn’t have any other choice than play along.

“Something… white?” she responds hesitantly, her voice wavering.

“Ah, so just half the store…” Fugo responds sarcastically.

“Just do it. Now,” Bucciarati demands.

His tone excites her, commanding and insistent. He isn’t cruel, though, the warmth in his voice never faltering.

Fugo sighs and obeys, though Bucciarati hardly waits for him to saunter away before resuming the hurried pace he’d set before their inconvenient interruption. The sudden start quickly becomes overwhelming, her clawing fingernails fraying the fabric on his back.

Her feet bounce in the air behind Bucciarati, toes curling with the constant battering of her g-spot. He leans in to suck the sweat from her neck, his eyes fluttering closed at the taste of budding oxytocin saturating her blood. She’s shockingly close, her breath hitching and her eyes nearly rolling from the building tension deep in her gut.

“Bucciarati!”

His eyes flash open with indignance, not bothering to pause despite Molly’s desperate look and tugging on his hair. He digs himself deep, his balls never leaving the comfortable saddle pressed against her entrance.

“What?” is all he can manage to bark.

“Can’t find any extra small ones, but we found a bunch like…” Narancia trails off as he heaves a collection of dresses over the door’s architrave.

Bucciarati rubs against her farthest depths with an overhasty roll of his hips. She covers her mouth with dainty hands, giving her best effort to keep silent despite the promise of orgasm quickly unfurling. She grits her teeth to stifle a heated huff and a groan, her success debatable.

“No. Find--” Bucciarati huffs, collecting himself-- “Find the right size.”

“Ah, c’mon…” he yammers.

Bucciarati’s attention is swiftly averted from the boy grumbling just outside the door, the tips of his shoes peeking under the frame. The sight of her eyes rolling closed, one hand flouncing from her mouth to the back of his neck, makes his heart swell almost as much as his cock. She tightens around him as she cums, her muscles pulsing as she tries to contain herself despite the utter unraveling of her core. She doesn’t lose herself; rather, he takes her completely, uninhibited, burying his face in the curliness of her hair.

“Why can’t you guys just--”

“Anything. Go find anything,” Bucciarati demands impatiently.

Narancia scoffs and bitches his way back out to the boutique, barely crossing the threshold from the dressing room before Bucciarati cums with an erratic vibration of his hips. He yanks her palm from her mouth to press a fervent kiss on reddened lips, his cum sloshing inside her with each primal thrust.

“How does it feel?” he asks from the corner of his mouth.

She kneads her lips into his, melting under his weight and accepting his seed gratefully. He swivels his hips, coating every inch of her insides with his cum, not letting a single dribble escape and pounding it deep.

“Hot,” she breathes, Bucciarati swallowing her words with a smile.

Tears bud and stream down her face, overwhelmed by the utter mess he’s made of her; and in a luxury boutique, no less. He breaks the kiss with a sigh, his thumb wiping the salty streak from her cheek, sharing a caressive stare as he settles into her with a final sink of his hips.

“How about this one?” Narancia calls, flinging yet another dress over the door that neither of them bother to inspect, too enamored with the sight of one another.

Bucciarati slides his palm onto her lower belly, the warmth of it heating her sweat-cooled skin, studying her lazy smile that compliments the bleary satisfaction in her eyes.

“Beautiful…” he utters, never looking away from her features.

“Finally!” Narancia cheers. “Jeez…”

No matter how much lire Bucciarati spent on dresses, vacations, or shoes, no expense was too great for his Molly. It was always worth it to see her smile for just a moment, yet no smile was more genuine than the one she gave him now. Being with him, carrying his progeny, connecting so deeply on every level…

There was truly nothing else that made her feel more complete and fulfilled.

Tags:

Explicit Sexual Content

Public Sex

Dressing Room Sex

Sugar Daddy

Overhearing Sex

Quiet Sex

Size Difference

Lingerie

Romance

Teasing

Kissing

Neck Kissing

Predator/Prey

Body Worship

Cunnilingus

Shyness

Bucciarati can literally taste how horny you are

Breeding

Missionary Position

Mating Press

Orgasm

Creampie

Vaginal Sex

Established Relationship

Minor Canonical Character(s)

Fluff and Smut

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Jojo Part 5 #Bruno Bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno x reader #smut #n/s/f/w fic #N/S/F/W

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joohoneyhoe · 6 years

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The Cat.

info: min yoongi x oc genre: fluff, cheesy movie references, humor, smut, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, anal play, anal word count: 5.2k a/n: this fic was inspired by my cat, not gonna lie.

“Goddammit, Dexter! Why, why do you do this every morning? You know you can’t go outside!”

My head shot up to see my new neighbor darting out of his condo door. A gray, long haired tabby cat with pale green eyes ran in my direction, making me quickly set my box down I had been carrying to help catch his defiant pet. His eyes caught mine and he began shaking his head as I reached out to grab his runaway cat. I cocked mine in confusion as I crouched down, eyes shifting between him and the cat called Dexter.

“No, no, no!” he exclaimed, waving his arms wildly.

I ignored his protest, knowing that just past me was the stairs leading down to the open world. I swooped up the cat with ease, swiftly holding it in a comfortable position and scratching behind it’s ears. I felt the feline stop struggling and begin to purr loudly, pressing into my caress.

I looked up to find the mint colored haired man before me, his eyebrows raised in what appeared to be surprise. His pouty lips were parted slightly, just glancing between me and his pet cat. I gave him a smile, closing the gap between us and handing his companion back to him.

“I hope I didn’t freak you out by grabbing your cat, I just was afraid it would make it down the stairs and run off.” I explained as he took his cat back, who looked entirely bored with the situation at hand.

“No, um, that’s not it. It’s just--Dexter doesn’t like anyone but me. Normally she would have bitten you or scratched the shit out of you for picking her up. But, she’s still purring. I’m just a little speechless is all.” he confessed, walking backwards to his door, opening it slightly and placing his cat back inside before returning.

“I’m Aloy, by the way. I just started moving in today, obviously.” I held my hand out to him in greeting, still having yet to see any form of smile on the handsome man’s face. He took my greeting, his handshake firm, but gentle all at once.

“I’m Yoongi. I should warn you now, I’m a pianist and I tend to do most of my work late at night. So, if I ever wake you up at all, just come knock and let me know and I can move to my keyboard and put headphones in or something. No one has lived next door in the three years I’ve been here, so I’ve never had to worry about it until now.”

Yoongi shoved his hands into the pockets of his tight ripped black jeans, pushing his bangs aside with a jerk of his head. I took the opportunity to take in all of him, his thin tall frame, that brightly colored hair and those piercing dark brown eyes. He was a beautiful man, it was hard not to stare at him. I think I would very much enjoy living next to him, especially considering we were surrounded by uppity old people and I wasn’t exactly planning on making friends with them.

“Well, I’m a bit of a night owl myself. If anything, it’ll help me sleep and I can always appreciate that.” I reassured him, and for the first time, he gave me a smile. It was gummy and beautiful.

“Good to know. Well, I have to go now. I stupidly promised some friends I would meet them for breakfast. I’ll see you around, Aloy.” I picked my box back up, giving him one last smile before I watched him walk past me. I went back to my task, pushing the door open further with my foot, struggling a little.

“Wait, wait. Let me help you.” Yoongi’s voice reverberated behind me, his footsteps quickly approaching. He carefully took the large box from my grasp, giving me another smile, essentially making my insides melt.

“You don’t have to do that. Plus, your friends are expecting you.” I reasoned, offering to take it back, but he stubbornly shook his head no.

“My friends can wait.”

“Good morning, Dexter my dear.”

I greeted the gray feline as she trotted over to me. I crouched down, holding my palm face up with a treat ready for her. Ever since I moved in a few months back, Dexter escaped every morning and Yoongi chased after her. So, I proactively bought a bag of cat treats and when I would hear Yoongi's doorknob turn, I would go out and head off his cat. Now, after weeks of this, he lets her just waltz out of his condo and come get her treat and pets from me before I take her back to him.

It was a nice little routine for all three of us and it gave me an excuse to see him every day.

I picked her up, holding her against my chest as I pet her languidly. Yoongi gave me a wide smile as he came up to me, his large hand reaching out to pet the cat as well. I took in his appearance, still in a pair of joggers, a white shirt and no shoes or socks. He had nowhere to be, so why was he out here?

“Where are you going to so casually dressed, Min Yoongi?” I teased him with a chuckle. His cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, eyes focused on his cat, seemingly avoiding my gaze.

“Um, actually, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come hang out tonight. Maybe get a pizza, eat too much and watch documentaries or some shit.” he asked lowly as he brought his chocolate eyes up to mine.

“Really?”

“I mean, you don’t have to, I just thought maybe it would be fun and neither of us ever seem to have plans on weekends. But, like I said, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Yoongi pointed out, sticking his hands in his pockets, something I had noticed he did anytime he was even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“I’d really like that actually, Yoongi. It would be fun to not watch documentaries by myself for once.” I admitted as I handed Dexter over to him. “Okay, well, I can order pizza for us around six, after I’ve finished my piece. You can come over anytime after that.” I smiled, drawing one out of him in he process.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi and I had spent until two in the morning watching documentaries and vegging out on his couch, eating far too much pizza. Conversation came easy and silence was comfortable with him, something I rarely experienced and I assumed it was the same with him. He wasn’t exactly the most social individual.

Now I found myself laying in my bed, thinking about all of our encounters over the last few months. I could hear the sound of him plucking away on his piano, it soothing to my ears. I had never had an issue falling asleep when he was composing, in fact, it was quite the opposite. It helped me fall into a deep slumber easily.

But, not tonight.

My mind kept wandering back to his lips and the way they always looked pouted, even when he was speaking. I thought about the way his nose would scrunch up when he was explaining a story or discussing a documentary. I also thought about the deepness of his voice, the way it would send a chill up my spine when it would dip below it’s usual tone.

Everything about Min Yoongi was driving me crazy and tonight only seemed to spur it on further. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be held by him. To feel his long fingers against my body, dancing along my skin like they did on the keys of his piano. I wanted to hear his deep voice, whispering to me with those pouted lips brushing against my ear.

All of those thoughts caused a heat in my lower belly, making me rub my thighs together trying to soothe the ache I was feeling between my legs now. I quickly tried to push all of those things out of my head, concentrating on the music coming from the other side of the wall.

I continued to listen to him play, trying my hardest to fall asleep, only to find I could not. He wouldn’t leave my thoughts, his face appearing every time I closed my eyes or his voice sounding in my ear. It was driving me mad.

Could he not sleep because he may have been feeling the same, or was it just simply his creativity keeping him up. It was nearly four in the morning now, much later than I had ever heard him stay up. Maybe he was trying to distract himself, like I was. Though I was not succeeding nearly as well as he was at it.

I suppose there was only one way to find out.

I threw the covers back from my bare legs, quickly throwing on the oversized hoodie Yoongi had let me borrow tonight and heading towards my front door. It nearly covered my shorts entirely, making it appear as if I wasn’t wearing any, but it really didn’t matter at this point to me. I didn’t even bother to slip on my sandals, I was trying not to think about what I was about to do. I quickly shut the door behind me, heading down he breezeway to his door.

Once I was in front of it, I just stood there, unsure of myself.

What if I'm completely wrong and he was just a lonely guy looking for a friend? What if I’m reading too much into it? What if I make everything awkward between us after this?

I shook those thoughts away and just knocked on his door without thinking about it further. I heard the piano stop, my heartbeat speeding up as I heard his footsteps approaching his door. I put my hands into the pockets of the sweatshirt, trying to become as small as I could. The door flew open, Dexter shooting out, realizing it was me and winding herself around my legs, her fur tickling my skin.

“Aloy, am I keeping you up? I can stop. I was just having trouble sleeping.” he apologized, his face showing his sincerity.

“No, you aren’t keeping me up, Yoongi. I just--I couldn’t sleep either. I kept thinking about tonight, actually. As strange as that sounds.” I replied bluntly, feeling my cheeks flush intensely. His eyes suddenly dropped to his cat, watching as she moved in and out of my legs.

“It’s not strange. I’ve been thinking about it too.” his response surprised me, my head tilting slightly. “Really?” he finally looked up, giving me a small smile.

“Yes. All I keep thinking about is how many times I had the opportunity to kiss you and I didn’t take it. I wanted to so many times and I had a really hard time not doing it. A really hard time. I didn’t though, because I obviously didn’t know if you would be okay with it and I was too big of a pussy to actually ask you if I could.” he revealed, pushing his door open a little wider.

“I would have said yes.” I informed him, giving him smile. I watched him pull his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes downward as it looked as if he was deep in thought. They finally came back up to meet mine, releasing his lip with a pop as he did.

“Do you wanna come back inside?” he questioned, his eyes looking as if they were growing darker. “Yes. I do.” he snapped his fingers at his feline, signally her to go back inside. “Dexy, in.” she listened, lazily walking past him, myself behind her. Yoongi shut and locked the door, then turned around to face me.

He didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable anymore.

My eyes were locked to his as he approached me, stopping just inches away. I could feel his warm breath on my face, making me briefly bite my bottom lip. He leaned in closer and closer, his mouth hovering above mine, my chest rising at a more rapid pace.

“Can I?” he asked, his deep voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

He leaned in slowly, his lips finally meeting mine, the kiss cautious, careful. Once he pulled back, his eyes roamed my face, analyzing my response to his actions. I brought my hands up to his waist, placing them there gently as I met his stare. He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to mine and back up again as if asking me silently if he could do it again. I nodded yes, getting a smirk from him in response.

He dove back in, this time his kiss was confident and aggressive. I let him push me towards the nearest wall, pressing me against it as his body pinned me there for good. I kept my arms locked around his waist as his hands landed on both sides of my head against the wall. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, asking for entrance and I instantly opened up to him.

Yoongi then moved his body flush against my own, his tongue dominating mine as one of his hands came over to cup my neck and tilt my head slightly. I could feel his length hardening against my thigh, making me groan into his mouth in which he responded by reaching down and cupping my throbbing pussy. I let out a gasp at his action, pulling my lips away.

He gave me a mischievous smirk, keeping his hand on my heat as he eyed me hungrily. I let my fingers travel down to the hem of his black long sleeved shirt, dipping under it to touch the soft skin of his stomach. I let the pads of my fingers skim across his navel, feeling goosebumps raise along his torso as I did. I moved lower, my index and middle finger running along the inside of the band of his underwear that was peeking out over top of his basketball shorts. He growled at me, grabbing my wrist and yanking them away.

“Come with me, I have something I want to show you.”

He gripped my wrist and pulled me down the hall to a door at the end of it. I realized this was the room closest to my own based on the layout. He pushed the door open, bringing me in behind him before shutting it. In the very middle of the room was a large black grand piano and the floor around it littered with papers. I noticed his bed was on the same wall as mine at the other end of the room, nearly in the exact same spot, headboard to headboard.

He dragged me over to his most prized possession, slamming the piano cover closed and then the fallboard to cover the keys. One of his arms wound around my my waist and the other under my legs, successfully picking me up bridal style and setting me on top of the large instrument. His hands parted my legs so he could step between them, his fingers gripping the tops of my thighs as he gazed up at me.

“Are you really going to Pretty Woman me right now?” I questioned him, taking my hand through that mint green hair carefully. His head tilted, eyebrow quirked like he didn’t know what I was referencing.

“I’ve never actually seen that movie. So what, he eats her out on top of a piano like I’m going to do to you?” my cheeks immediately flushed at his unbridled statement, making him lick his lips and smirk.

“Yes. That’s exactly what happens.” I responded, taking my hand through my own hair nervously.

“Well then, I’ll have to do it better than the movie I suppose.”

He hooked his thumbs into the band of my shorts, pulling them off in one swift motion, leaving me naked from the waist down. I wanted to shut my legs, but he was between them, palms on my knees keeping them wide open so I could not. He pressed himself against the piano fully, reaching up to grab onto the bottom of his sweatshirt I had on.

“I like this on you. Seeing you in it for the first time was another one of those moments I really wanted to kiss you.” he confessed as he carefully removed the sweatshirt from my torso, leaving me in only a oversized white shirt.

“Oh, was it?” laying his hands flat on the surface next to my thighs, he tilted his chin and connected our lips, making me sigh in response.

“Yes. Now, hush and take that shit off.” he demanded, fingers moving back to massage the tops of my thighs as I yanked the shirt off. I was now entirely bare before his dark eyes, my face flushing a little in embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you blush.” he commented, his soft hands running from my legs all the way to my hips, up my waist and then winding around until he reached the middle of my back. He then tugged me all the way to the edge of the piano.

I took both hands through his hair, giving it a light tug as he began to kiss along my neck and shoulders. He gripped my waist again, his lips moving lower and lower until he reached the valley of my breast. As he continued gracing my skin with the petals of his soft lips, he took my hands and removed them from his locks, placing them at my sides.

Yoongi let out a heavy breath before taking off his shirt and tossing it behind him carelessly. He then brought both hands up to my breast, immediately making a whimper fall from my lips. Kneading them gently he began kissing them again, worshiping them with his mouth in a sense.

“You have the rosiest nipples I have ever seen. They’re beautiful.” he remarked before taking one between his lips, making my stomach erupt in butterflies.

He pressed my breast together, running his mouth from bud to bud, sucking each into his mouth for a moment before moving back to the other. My back arched towards him, enjoying the feeling of his slow ministrations along my chest. It had been a long time since someone had paid my breast this much attention and I was loving every bit of it.

“Yoongi-” I whined at him as he swirled his tongue around one of the stiff peaks, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the other.

He finally pulled away, taking the back of my neck and bringing my lips down to his. The kiss was brief and before I knew it, he was placing his hand on my chest and pressing me to lay back against the top of the piano. He pried my legs open further, bringing his mouth down to kiss along my navel and hips, those eyes looking up at me hungrily.

“How are you this wet already?” he inquired as he ran a finger through my folds, making my back arch once again. “I’ve been wet since I left you the first time.” I admitted to him, covering my face with my forearm. He chuckled, lips traveling down to the top of my mound.

“Hm. Well then, I guess I had better take care of that then.”

He slowly ran his tongue up my slit, collecting all of my wetness and humming in satisfaction. One of his hands moved to the back of my thigh, pushing it towards my chest, placing my foot flat on the surface of the piano and giving him better access to my heat.

His fingers parted my folds further, mouth coming back in to lave his tongue along my clit in a back and forth motion. I began to wriggle beneath him, finding it hard to stay still as he continued to lap at me in what felt like slow motion. I placed my other foot up on the piano, encouraging him to delve in further. He reached up and smacked my inner thigh harshly, making me yelp.

“Impatient girl, calm yourself. I won’t leave you hanging.” he reassured me, knocking the foot I had propped out from under me, making me squeak in surprise.

He moved back to my pussy, returning to his relaxed pace, but pulling my clit between his lips and sucking slowly. I let out another whine as his hand reached up to play with one of my nipples, feeling him grin into my core. He sped up slightly, the tip of his tongue circling my bud.

I took one of my hands into his hair, scratching my nails along his scalp gently. I continued doing so as he continued to speed up ever so slightly every few minutes. I involuntarily yanked on his hair when he teeth nipped at my clit, making him growl, the vibration rolling through me nicely.

“Do you make a habit of growling into people’s pussies when you eat them out?” I asked, tugging on his hair playfully.

“Only when they taste as good as you do.” the back of his hand smacked my inner thigh once again, making me jump and let out a laugh.

I wasn’t laughing for long though, because his skilled tongue went back to work almost immediately. He grabbed the leg that was hanging off the edge of the piano and moved it to join the other that was propped up, giving him all the access he could possibly want. I felt his finger began wiggling at my entrance, slowly making it’s way inward, stretching my walls. A second followed after the first withdrew, and he began making a almost twisting like motion.

“Oh, God!” I called out, bringing my arms up behind my head as I arched forward.

“You can just call me Yoongi.” he joked, those piercing eyes gazing up at me with a devilish grin as I looked down at him with a scowl. His eyebrows raised at me, then suddenly, he curled his fingers and hit my sweet spot.

I instantly let out a cry of pleasure, fingers moving to grip the edge of the piano to try and ground myself. He repeated the motion, but returned his tongue to the mix, making my entire lower half feel as if it was on fire. I knew it would only take a few more curls of his long nimble fingers and I’d be done for. I felt both of his digits beginning to move separately, like he was dancing them like he would on the keys of his piano.

That did it, I constricted around him, my body tensing up entirely as I screamed out his name on top of his grand piano. He stopped the tap dancing movements and just pumped in and out of me as I rode out my intense climax. Once it had finished hitting me like a ton of bricks, I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding in.

I felt Yoongi’s lips kissing along my inner thighs as he withdrew his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. But, once they were out, he took hold of my wrist and quickly yanked me off the top of the piano and connected our lips. The kiss was fierce, his hands groping my ass as I raked my nails down his back, surely leaving a red trail in their wake.

He pulled away suddenly, snarling at me before spinning me around and shoving me against the piano again with my ass facing him. I heard him rip down his shorts and kick them away before he stepped up behind me, his hard length pressing against me. His large hand landed against my ass, stinging and making me let out a hiss as the sound rang out in the wildly acoustic room.

“Now tell me, is anal involved in that notorious piano scene? Because if it isn’t, that’s a damn shame.” he commented into my ear, an involuntary moan passing through my parted lips. He laughed lowly at my reaction to his sinful words, obviously pleased by it.

“I take it as you’re into that then? Because I would most certainly be happy to indulge you.” he whispered as he kissed along the back of my neck, his fingers moving inwards towards my rim.

“Please do.” I consented, leaning on my elbows as I glanced over my shoulder at him.

“Well, I hit the fucking jackpot with you, didn’t I?” he remarked, leaving me momentarily to grab something from his bedside drawer. When he returned, I heard the click of a cap and the sound of something being squirted onto his fingers.

He pressed half of his body against mine, finger immediately finding my rim and circling it. I let out a gasp at the contact. It had been a long time since anyone had been back there, but that didn’t make me any less excited about it. One of his fingers slid in, a whimper leaving my lips as my head dropped, my hair splaying out all over the top of the black piano.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing.” Yoongi reassured me, kissing my temple tenderly as he added another finger to the party. This time I let out a loud moan, head flinging back as he began to wiggle them back and forth slightly.

“Man, finding a girl whose into anything anal related is a pain in the dick. Who would have guessed the beautiful, funny and smart girl next door would be so damn naughty?” he commented before biting down on my shoulder roughly as his fingers continued their work.

“Fuck!”

My voice cracked as my body still shook from my earlier release, my arousal dripping down my thighs as Yoongi kept going. It had been years since I had been with a man anything like Yoongi, and that man had been completely incompetent when it came to anything anal. But this, I could get used to this level of precision and enthusiasm.

“I think that’s good enough.” he declared, removing his digits, a whine of protest coming from me in return. He positioned himself behind me, kissing my neck softly as his hands held my hips.

“Hush, I didn’t say I was done.” the bottle top clicked again and I heard him squeeze out a healthy amount. A almost slick sound could be heard as he spread it along his cock, something I had yet to even see. I moved to turn and look, but he slammed me back against the piano, pressing my chest down against the cold surface.

“No peeking, baby. Just take what you’re given.”

“Yes, sir.” I said in compliance, my cheek pressed flat against the piano now as I waited for him to continue.

He seemed satisfied with that reply and then slowly started inserting the tip of his cock into my tight hole. That was always the worst part. As he pushed in, it began to sting slightly, making me squeeze my eyes shut in response. He was huge, no wonder he kept me from turning around. His hand smoothed up my spine soothingly and then back down again, repeating this action a few times until my body untensed and began to relax.

“I told you I knew what I was doing.” he reminded me with confidence as the rest of his length now slid in with ease. I let out a deep sigh as he filled me, the pain now subsiding as he stayed still for a few moments longer, hand still running up and down my back.

“You can move now.” I informed him, hand reaching behind me rest on his hip, wanting to feel him under my fingers since I couldn’t see him.

His hands moved back to my hips, holding me firmly as he withdrew slowly and then pushed back in. He did that a few more times before his pace began to increase, fingernails beginning to leave marks in my skin as he tried to control his urges.

“Harder.” I ordered, making him stop in surprise, tilting his head to look down at me as I smirked and side eyed him. He gave me that gummy smile, clearly excited by my demand.

“Oh, baby, I fucking like you.”

He barreled into me, a cry leaving both of us as he did. He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other moving down to my clit and beginning to rub it. His hips snapped into me, the sound of flesh hitting fleshing echoing throughout the room. I could feel the burning in my abdomen again as he pounded into me, my orgasm coming on fast and hard once more.

He sped up his movements on my clit, no doubt getting close himself. I moved my arm behind me, reaching back to tangle my fingers into those soft mint locks as he was fully pressed against my back. He went even harder, low grunts and growls rumbling in his chest as I whined underneath him.

“Fuck!” I literally screamed, my pussy clenching around nothing as I was hit by a second hard climax. My body trembled, legs shaking and knees wanting to give out as it pummeled through me like hurricane.

Yoongi kept going, pushing off of me to move back to holding onto my hips. His pace was brutal and rough, something I had not expected out of someone so frail looking. But, Min Yoongi was anything but frail. I heard a deep moan leave his chest and next thing I knew, he was releasing inside of me, hips sputtering and pace decreasing as he did so.

He finally stopped his movements, slowly and carefully pulling himself out of me. I just continued to lay against the top of the piano, two intense orgasms having wiped me out completely. I felt Yoongi take my upper arm, bringing me away from it before scooping me back up bridal style, carrying me to his bed and laying me down with the utmost care.

I instantly grabbed the fluffy black comforter and pulled it up over my shoulders, laying on my side and getting comfortable. He gave me a sweet smile as he crawled over and gave me a gentle kiss before getting back up. I watched him walk towards the door, confused as to where he was going without his clothes. But all he did was crack the door a little, letting Dexter shoot past him and run to the bed.

She jumped up, doing circles at the end of the bed while Yoongi sat at the edge, opening his laptop and fiddling with it for a few minutes as I lay back down and waited. Dexter finally got comfortable and laid down just as Yoongi was finishing whatever he was doing on his computer. He held it in his hand as he got under the covers beside me, stretching his arm out for me to curl up next to him. He set the laptop down on his hips turning it slightly so I could see, then pressed play.

“Are you serious right now?” I proclaimed with a laugh as the opening credits to Pretty Woman started up. Another gummy smile appeared on his lips, his eyes glued to the screen.

“I figured after that whole piano thing, I should see how I did in comparison.” he replied, his tone slightly arrogant and rightfully so.

“Oh, believe me, there’s no comparison needed, Min Yoongi.”

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drarryspecificrecs · 6 years

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grimacesympathizer · 7 years

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Im so tired

1- name? Kris 2- nick names? The Tree, plant dad 3- zodiac? Scorpio 4- video game i play to chill? Mario kart 5- book series i read? Maximum Ride 6- aliens or ghosts? Aliens 7- writer i trust? James Patterson 8- fave radio station? FUN107.1 9- favorite flavor of anything? Anything citrus-esque or orange 10- the word i use to describe something great? Rad 11- favorite song? Oh Bo (bo burnham) 12- question u ask new friends? Whats your fave color 13- favorite word? Amazement 14- the last person who hurt me? My ex. No i have not 15- last song i listenned to? Some song by the pussy cat dolls i cant remember lmao 16- tv show i always reccomend CHOPPED 17- pirates or ninjas? Pirates 18- movie i watch when im sad? Heathers 19- song thats the first on my shuffle? THE SHOE LACE SONG FROM SPONGEBOB 20- fave video game? Subnautica 21- what am i most afraid of? The ocean 22- a good quality of mine? I like to think im fairly considerate 23-a bad quality? Im very emotional sometimes 24- cats or dogs? MFUCK LIZARDS 25- actor/actress you love blah blah? Johnny depp 26- fave season? Autumn 27-am i in a relationship Yea lmao 28- something i miss? My dad 29- my best friend? Taty or jess 30- eye color? Brown 31- hair color? Light brown (dying it red in a few days!!) 32- someone i love? You 33- someone i trust? You 34- someone i always think about? Dwanye the rock johnson (and you) 35- am i excited about anything? When u come down here!!! 36- current obbsession? darkiplier and antisepticeye help me 37- fave tv show as a child? Tom and Jerry 38- THIS IS SO LONG Yeah 39- am i superstituous? Yeah 40-what do i think about most? The future 41- do i have any strange phobias? I hate hate hate hate hate pointy objects like fuck no (for example, shark teeth) 42- i prefer to be behind 43- fave hobbies? Drawing, painting, playing piano, singing 44- last book i read? Mmfuck idk i think it was True 45- last film i watched? Heathers 46- instruments? Hella: piano, flute, drums, guitar, ukukele SLIDE WHISTLE 47- favorite animal? I really fukcin like lizards 48- top 5 blogs i follow? •officialnasa •danisnotonfire •danisontonfire •you , dipshit ly •barackobama 49-superpower? THE POWER TO REFILL THINGS. REFILL MY BANK ACC REFILL MY CUP REFILL ANYTHING 50- how do i destress? I dont. Help me 51- do i like confrontation? No??? 52- when do i feel most at peace? When im outside 53- what makes me smile? Nice things 54- do i sleep with lights on or off? Tv is on all lights are off 55-sports? Futébol 56-song of week? That song by the pussy cat dolls 57-favorite drink? Chocolate milk mm 58-when did i send my last handwritten letter? Like 2010 59- afraid of heights? Nah 60- pet peeve? WHEN PEOPLE WONT FUCKING SH UT UP MMMMMMMMMMM 61-last concert? Fall out boy 62- am i vegan ect? No 63- what occ. Did i want when i was small? Singer 64- friend turned enemy? Y E S FUCKIN I HATE HER 65-fic universe?? ,,,,, heathers 66- something i worry about? Others opinions of me. Constantly 67- scared of the dark? Yes 68- best friends? Taty and Jess 69 ;) :what do i admire about others Their personality and morals 70- can i sing? Tbh ,,,,,,, no 71- something i wish i could do? SING 72-if i won the lottery what do? buy a sanctuary 4 reptiles 73-have i ever skipped school? O yah totally 74- fave place on planet? In my bed 75- where do i want to live? Portugal/azores 76- do i have any pets? Si, two lizards 77- what is my desktop picture? A bird screamig 78- night owl (From now on im just putting the answers im tired as fuck) 79- sunsets 80- yeah 81- hasnt happened yet 82- headphones 83-no 84- I got a staple stuck in my middle finger 85- uh uh u 2000's pop 86- captain jack sparrow tbfh 87- poison ivy 88- homophobes 89- real book 90- sleeping 91- lmao idk school is shit 92- english 93- yeah i have 3 kms 94- a mcflurry 95- 5'8" 96- yeah 97- NO 98- parker, lizards, reading 99- trump, pence, republicans 100- girlfriends tbh 101-boys 102- in america 103- lmao idk i think bisexual 104- in america hizzidyhey 105- parker 106- yesterday 107- reading fanfics 108- markiplier 109- It isnt showing lmak 110- sure 111- neko atsume 112- dad- not good Mom- also not good 113- irish, portuguese/spanish 114- spain 115- 73 116- lmao no 117- no 118- YES 119- no fuck off 120- sometimes 121- sulfur 122- yes 123- no 124- no 125- elvis 126- writing a book 127- yeah 128- sometimes 129- forest 130- youll get there when you get there. 131- no 132- hufflepuff, amity, 11 133- yea 134- n o 135- ,,, yes 136- no 137- yeah 138- no 139- ,,,,, b y e binch 140- yes. 141- yes when i was a baby 142- yeah 143- NO BUT I WANT TO BE THATD BE SO RAD OMG 144- ye 145- i would be played by jimmy fallon, all other characters would be dwayne johnson in various wigs 146- :-) 147- just my ears 148- jason dean 149- no 150- asking u out 151- yes 152- glasses 153- 2004 bmw 154- maybe?????? Idk?? 155- my cousin cheyanne 156- YOU KNOW 157- crayola paint 158- yeah 159- brains 160- gray 161- no 162- can everything be my answer 163- ,,,, i like my smile 164- ye 165- yeah 166- LIZARD 167- yes 168- yes 169- 16 170- and then god created the universe. Since then, it has made alot of people angry and has been regarded as a bad move. 171- yeah 172- ,, yeah 173- y e ah 174- a bearded dragob 175- yeah 176- ye ah all the time 177- i repeatedly crashed a romote control car into a cardboard box once 178- what happened last year 179- FUCK AROUND WITH PEOPLE OMG 180- yes 181- murder 182- no one gets left behind or forgotten 183- a malamute 184- as the best gay 185-drawing 186- being straight 187- being gay 188- love 189-love 190- 1980s 191- you tbh 192- when im with the people i love 193- money, love,, 194- LMAO BINCH, FIRST OFF,, 195- y e s 196- chucky 197- carrots 198- vampires 199- city 200- DRAGONS 201- my family dying at waterwiz 202- love, noun "the warmth you feel in your chest when you look at someone that makes you feel like they put the stars in the sky for you." 203- sometimes 204- yeah 205- sometimes 206- sweet 207- LMAO JCPENNEY 208- rocks and shells 209- my ring 210- taking a pole dancing class 211- i internalize it 212- nope 213- lmao yeah 214- veronica sawyer,,, 215- i can balance shit on my nose 216- heather duke @ectoplasmictoast

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sleepydrarry · 7 years

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I've fallen in love with Misu, Harry's cute little snake in "Turn" by saras_girl (which is, by the way, the best fic ever but I guess we all agree on that) and I would like to read other fics with adorable (or sassy)(or both) Drarry pets. Could you rec me some please? I trust you with the rest, I've read SO many great fics thanks to your recs!

Thank youuuu that’s so sweet :’) AGH YES MISU IS MY FAVE. I love animal fics, but usually Harry/Draco is the animal in question, so it should be interesting to make a rec list with animals that are *actual* animals…

Drarry + pets recs

• Turn by Sara’s Girl (306k)One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.(Just in case anyone missed this. The most amazing fic featuring the adorable snake Misu as well as the narcissistic and melodramatic snake Frank.)

• And An Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (26k)Draco breeds owls, Harry’s an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.(This fic!! Romeo is adorable, and Draco actually breeds owls in it! I love the characterization of Draco in it, it’s one of my favorites, don’t miss it.)

• Serpentes by xErised (29k)It’s a shame that Draco Malfoy looks so good stripping in a club with stolen snakes, because Auror Harry’s got a job to do.(Harry’s snake Bacon is vain, hilarious, and gives Harry dance lessons.)

• All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl (114k)Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.(In which Draco’s pet and best friend is a giant beetle named Stanley–who is all kinds of cute–the result of a tea cup transfiguration gone wrong.)

• Partners of the Four-Legged Variety by carpemermaid (17k)The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.(Absolutely adorable! Hyperion the Crup is a sweetheart and Draco as a Crup trainer is so good that I almost feel like he can’t do anything else.)

• The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k)Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.(Draco named his owl Lucy after Lucius just to piss him off, and as if that wasn’t brilliant enough, Lucy also hates delivering post. Love it!)

• Slithering by astolat (27k)Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.(This one has Coil, this very charming snake that Draco adopts.)

• Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (21k)Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?(DRACO HAS A DWARF DRAGON NAMED ETHEL. I’M IN LOVE.)

• My Little Berserker by Aelys_Althea (105k)Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun in that?(This one has foxlet gliders, which are hard to explain, but Harry and Draco’s foxlet glider Pipsqueak–nicknamed Pips–quite effortlessly stole my heart.)

• Helix by Sara’s Girl (92k)Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again.(Harry and Draco take care of frost snails, among which is the precious sweetheart Solomon. He’s my favorite, sitting on Draco’s shoulder and all!)

• The Owl and the Pussy-cat by khalulu (8.1k)Harry, Draco, an owl, a cat, green peas, moon-cheese, an elf in a toga, a few Golden Snidgets, and some messing about in boats. (Draco’s green-eyed cat Fern and Harry’s owl Gabriel decide to become unlikely best friends, which makes things very interesting indeed.)

#drarry #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #animal fics #my recs #asks

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charmsandtealeaves · 5 months

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2023 Year In Review

I first did this post last year after getting back into the swing of fandom and thought it would be cool to see what a difference another year has made. This year saw the creation of the @jilymicrofics & @jilymicro-oops blogs respectively, which will have their own review post in due course. Looking back I once again managed more than I thought I did this year.

Let's start with some AO3 Stats:

User Subscriptions: 103 Kudos: 2,732 Comment Threads: 781 Bookmarks: 594 Subscriptions: 315 Word Count: 267,425

All of which had a significant increase compared to last year which makes me a little giddy!

Now it's time for an AO3/Tumblr Breakdown:

Jilychallenges: My goal for this year was to complete every @jilychallenge month this year, and I did! (I'll link a proper master post here later.)

January, Firsts & New Beginnings: One and One is Two February, Butterfly Moments: Feelings Keep Running the Red March, Soul Mates: Ties That Bind April, Letters, Notes & Texting: Meet Me At The River May, Mothers Day: Mothers Day Mix-up June, Winter: Ice Breaker (@jamesunderwater collaboration!) July, Summer: Midnight Dip August, Movies & TV Quotes: A Reason To Fight September, Back To School: Sugar Quills November, Nostalgic Tropes: The Exchange Principle December, Holiday Calendar: Mistletoe Mishaps

@jilytoberfest: I didn't contribute to this as much as I wanted to this year 😢

Discord G & M Jilyexpress Trains, M Tumblr Jilyexpress Train Masquerade Event: Laundry Day Romcom Event: Love Birds

Jilymicrofics Prompted Fics:

Snap One Time Thing (and its sequel: No Such Thing) Runner's Stitch Summer Rain How Times Have Changed The Entire February Prompt List Behind The Tapestries Gift Exchange Event, for @startanewdream: The Owl and the Pussy Cat Mystery Microfic May Event: Darkest Before Dawn Early Mornings

@mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week

Detention With a Difference Padfoot's Nose Knows Something Black and Blue

Collaborative Projects:

Stripped Back To Basics, with @athenasparrow Ice Breaker, with @jamesunderwater

Completed One-Shots:

Supreme Pizza With Extra Mushrooms Rose Tinted Glasses Lily Evans Doesn't Believe In I Love You's Evans Guide To Quidditch (and Seducing James Potter)

Completed Multi-Chapters:

Brown Boots & Breakfast Bagels Revenge Tastes Sweeter, a gift for @joyseuphoria Call Me By Name & Incoming (The CMBN Universe)

Ongoing Multi- Chapters:

Wake Me Up (When September Ends) A big thank you to @annabtg for helping me edit this fic!

Goals for 2024:

Finish Wake Me Up (When September Ends)

Another year of jilymicrofics + their events

As many jilychallenges as I can feasibly manage

Work on + publish some other backburner WIPs

~ Ray

#Ray rambles #ray on writing #Charms year in review

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king-drarry-perfection · 7 years

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Masterpost of fics or at least a list of drarry classics? Thanks! :D

Wowwie Anon, you certainly put me to work with this! I hope this is what you were looking for?

I have updated my blog to include a masterlist of all these fics, and a place where I can much easier update and add as I go.

I have tried to section off everything as best I could. Where I didn’t have enough for a section, or didn’t really have a section (??) I added them to the bottom. If there are any other tropes, AUs, UAs or anything you would like added, let me know.

If some of the links don’t work, also please let me know (I put this all together at about 2am after too much coffee).

I really wanted to put in all I have read… but by the time I got to page 13 of my history on A03 I knew that was just not going to happen. There are SOOOOO many great fics out there, and I want to say a big THANK YOU to every single person who takes the time to create these wonderful pieces of art.

So I have put in what I can, and will add everything else to my masterlist.

Happy reading!

Drarry+Animals

All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl

Words: 114k. Rating: Mature

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Turn by Sara’s Girl

Words: 306k. Rating: Explicit

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Khalulu

Words: 8k. Rating: Mature

Harry, Draco, an owl, a cat, green peas, moon-cheese, an elf in a toga, a few Golden Snidgets, and some messing about in boats. Takes place 11 years after the war.

Slithering by Astolat

Words: 27k. Rating: Explicit

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

8th year Drarry (Hold on to your hats, this is going to be long)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

Words: 88k Rating: Explicit

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Strangeness and Charm by FeelsForBreakfast

Words: 45k Ratings: Explicit

One November night during his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco ends up in the forbidden forest. That’s how it starts.

or: If two boys fall in love in a magical forest, does it still make a sound?

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill

Words: 129k Rating: Explicit

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

Prompt:Insomina by bahnhofsblumen

Words: 1k. Rating: Not rated

Based on a tumblr prompt/post where Harry and Draco both have trouble sleeping and they walk around the school at night and slowly become friends…or more?

The Morning After The Night Before by Oakstone730

Words: 3k. Rating: Explicit

Waking up after the Hufflepuff New Year’s Eve Party is an eye-opening experience for Draco. Prompt: Walk of Shame. Eighth Year. Warnings: Slash, Explicit, Language.

In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1

Words: 43K. Rating: Explicit

In which Harry and Draco can’t fight, and so they fall in love instead.

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, the pair are forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

The Art of Cooking the Muggle Way by Sophie_French

Words: 24k. Rating: Explicit

Cooking. The Muggle Way. Without any Magic. Definitely Draco’s idea of hell. Unless, of course, it leads to much more interesting activities with one Harry Potter. But wait. Draco’s into girls, right?

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules

Words: 16k. Rating: Mature

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Starts With a Spin by Maxine

Words: 119K Ratings: Mature

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

Light Up the Sky by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

As a house unity event, Hogwarts celebrates Guy Fawkes. Harry finds Draco while the fireworks go off over the lake.

Alive by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 3k Rating: Mature

After the war, Harry is just angry, until finally, he’s not.

He Had Time by jeni_andtheafterthought

Words: 689 Rating: General

Harry stays up late alone in the eighth year common room until one night, Malfoy joins him.

Everybody Wants Some by bottomdraco_mod, PollyWeasley

Words: 6k Rating: Explicit

Harry comes back to finish his Eighth year at Hogwarts and it seems like the summer after the war has worked miracles on him. He’s totally hot, muscular, and sexy - basically every gay boy’s (and girl’s) dream. Apparently Draco’s body agrees, and all he can think every time he sees Potter is how badly he wants some of him.

Making Malfoy Blush by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 18k Rating: Mature

Malfoy walks in on Harry in the showers after Quidditch and is surprisingly flustered. Spying the chance to embarrass him, Harry teases him at every opportunity to bring that blush back.

It’s all harmless winks and lip biting, and maybe a few heated looks; until it’s a kiss, and then another, and then Harry realises he never wants to stop.

If only Malfoy was as clear about what he wants.

9 times Harry kissed Draco and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (ReadyPlayerZero)

Words: 8k Rating: General

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze

Words: 46k Rating: Mature

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (faithwood)

Words: 21k Rating: Explicit

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

Good company by Greenflares

Words: 8k Rating: Teen and up

With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry’s return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn’t exactly fun. Somehow, it’s his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster

Words: 5k Rating: Mature

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

The Lip-Lock Jinx by Cassis Luna

Words: 21k Rating: PG-13

The Lip-Lock Jinx, a jinx that renders the victim mute that can only be undone in two ways: if the caster reverses the spell on the victim, or if the victim serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he gets jinxed by Ginny Weasley and that he’s in love with Draco Malfoy.

Vanilla and Sweet Spices by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 19k Rating: Explicit

After the others leave an eighth year party, Harry still has the rum he snagged off Dean. But the only person left to drink it with is Draco Malfoy.

in between the silences by orphan_account

Words: 13k Rating: Teen and up

Harry and Draco are sent to a safe house immediately after the battle of Hogwarts, where they’re supposed to be spend three weeks together, much to their anger. Television serves as both therapy and a bonding opportunity, coffee and tea get drunk in large quantities, and they try to reconcile themselves with life after the war.

1,000 Points From Gryffindor by blithelybonny

Words: 25k Rating: Mature

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

Veritaserum by pottersslytherin

Words: 1k Rating: Not rated

Someone slips Draco Veritaserum. That wouldn’t be all too bad - if only he didn’t have Potions with Potter that day.

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n

Words: 180k Rating: Explicit

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

Lumos by birdsofshore

Words: 41k Rating: Explicit

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl

Words: 60k Rating: Mature

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound

Words: 11k Rating: Explicit

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Professor!Drarry (In where either one, or both of them are Professors at Hogwarts)

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by dracogotgame

Words: 7k. Rating: Teen and up

Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.

Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster

Words: 19k Rating: Mature

Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes.

But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Harry Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.

More Than That by joosetta

Words: 2k Rating: Explicit

This is a story about two 52 year old men who refuse to age gracefully.

Lessons in Humility by playout

Words: 37k Rating: Explicit

After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.)

Newts by astolat

Words: 3k Rating: Explicit

“I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?”

Boom Clap (The Sound of My Heart) by femmequixotic, noeon (noe)

Words: 39k Rating: Explicit

Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.

Love Actually by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Words: 17k Rating: Explicit

“Harry,” she said quietly. “How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts now?”

Harry frowned, caught off-guard by the question.

“Six years, three months, and I guess about two weeks?,” he answered hesitantly.

“And how much of this time have you spent pining over our Charms professor?,” she continued, eyes flashing dangerously.

When even Minerva McGonagall wants to have a conversation about Harry’s love life, Harry realizes that it might be time to actually do something about this little crush of his. Since apparently, everyone knows, anyways.

“Everyone?!,” Harry repeated, his voice uncomfortably high-pitched in his panic.

“Everyone!”

Post Hogwarts

Silky Smooth by FleetofShippyShips

Words: 2k Rating: Teen and up

Some accidental magic has amusing and enjoyable consequences for Draco and Harry.

Another Mask Behind You by lettered

Words: 57k Rating: Explicit

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)

your heart’ll race, hard to sleep by watsoff

Words: 3k Rating: Explicit

Draco’s bed is cursed. Don’t ask him about it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed

Words: 250k Rating: Mature

Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to

Draco’s ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

Bound To You by agentmoppet

Words: 28k Rating: Explicit

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

Drarry Drabbles and Ficlets by FleetofShippyShips

Just all my drabbles and ficlets all in one place. Most of them were originally posted on my tumblr. Connected drabbles are also in their own series.

The ficlets belonging to the Making Malfoy Blush Series can be read independently of the Making Malfoy Blush story. Just treat as Established Relationship.

Charmed Confections by Alisanne

Words: 35k Rating: Explicit

There’s a new bakery in town, and Harry is obsessed with the luscious lemon fairy cakes. And with discovering the identity of the mystery chef.

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by bafflinghaze

Words: 15k Rating: Teen and up

The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing.

Under Pressure by VivacissimoVoce

Words: 21k Rating: Mature

Harry Potter has quit magic and left the wizarding world. Draco, a top-notch Tracker, has been hired to find him and save his life.

The Way Down by lettered

Words: 65k Rating: Teen and up

Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Insane Ideas Make The Finest Aphrodisiacs by JBankai89

Words: 4k Rating: Explicit

Harry has a hard enough time getting a date on his own, and his adoptive parents’ methods for ‘helping’ him are little more than a thinly veiled excuse to embarrass him to no end.

However, one fateful night out as Harry tries to escape Sirius and Remus’s ridiculous attempts to get him laid, he runs into an old schoolmate in the lavatory…

The Park Bench by plumeria47

Words: 2k Rating: General

Over the years, the gardener has seen a lot - but when two particular men catch his eye, he can’t help but find himself intrigued.

A Cock In Hand (Is Worth Two In The Bush) by decanthrope

Words: 4k Rating: Teen and up

Draco is in his mid twenties when the stress gets to him and he goes down faster than a sinking ship. It’s completely unexpected, but then again, midlife crises do have the tendency to be unpredictable. For the Malfoys, Potter always has been an ultimate cock.

Auror!Drarry (In which one, or both are Aurors/ works or MLE)

Running on Air by eleventy7

Words: 74k Rating: Teen and up

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by firethesound

Words: 44k Rating: Explicit

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Magic Man by dracogotgame

Words: 8k Rating: Mature

Draco has been exiled to live in the Muggle World, where he’s actually doing alright as an amateur stage magician. Harry has been tasked to determine if he’s using real magic to enhance his performances.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered

Words: 54k Rating: Explicit

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.

check this hand 'cause I’m marvelous by lumosed_quill

Words: 7k Rating: Explicit

Harry’s had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Peeking behind the Curtain by calrissian18

Words: 23k Rating: Mature

Draco sees things he really, really wishes he didn’t. If only to get out of all the homework that comes with it.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi

Words: 57k Rating: Explicit

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound

Words: 18k Rating: Mature

With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.

Bitter Honey, Green Night by Faith Wood (faithwood)

Words: 14k Rating: Explicit

An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery.

Seeing Draco Malfoy by Khalulu

Words: 12k Rating: Explicit

It’s a few years after the war, Harry is an Auror, Ginny’s broken up with him, and Draco runs a “Magical Repairs and Reparations” service. And then there’s Ignatius – devastatingly good-looking, temperamental, and addicted to gingernut biscuits. When Harry loses his glasses in a fight and learns that they’ve landed in Draco’s hands, he’s suspicious. But soon after that, life starts looking up.

Bad Faith in Name, But Gracious in Nature by megyal

Words: 13k Rating: Mature

Wizarding children have developed a life-threatening condition caused by an old curse. The cure is to be found in the Malfoy Library; surprisingly, Malfoy is willing to help, but only if Harry helps improve his standing in the Wizarding community. (Contains a fair amount of Ted 'Teddy’ Lupin.)

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

Words: 149k Rating: Explicit

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

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