Akaashi quickly realized that 'boyfriend Bokuto' was different from 'everyday Bokuto' and that his usual strategies might not work so well. Should he update 'the list'? Or would this require an entirely new one? Wait a minute... where is Bokuto kissing him!?
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Bokuto knew they weren’t playing on even ground.
Akaashi’s blunt honesty had thrown him off for a second but everything else… was exactly what he expected from his almost too formal kouhai.
Akaashi had no idea just how much of a freak he could be. Showtime🔥
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Mob Sero owns my ass, but now I'm thinking about mob husbands!Seroroki,, and I will be obsessed with this for the next 3-5 days, thanks.
Just imagine them—their marriage starts out as a convenient arrangement for their families, but over a few months, turns into something more.
both of them to their knees.
he isn’t sure why he’s so fixated on that information. it doesn’t make any sense, at least to him. why would he care about another person’s sex life? that’s none of his business.
but then the sound of fabric tearing fills the cab, and katsuki feels the tatters of his stockings tickling his knees.
“eij!” katsuki sits up to survey the damage—but a hand on his back pushes him down hard enough for his chest to bonk the horn.
“stay where i put you, love.”
then sucks his clit with just the right pressure, curling his tongue around the sensitive thing—and when Roki starts to cum, the words punch out of him.
“You,” Roki moans, his voice breaking in adorable little cracks as he makes a mess. “You, Hanta—it’s you, it’s you,”
Katsuki huffs, but slowly inches closer and closer until his head is on Izuku’s thigh. He makes sure to face away from the alpha though, too embarrassed to make eye contact right now. “Not that soft,” he mumbles, though he settles into it quite fine for it not being so.
((tbc))
Just before he closes the chat logs, he realizes how strange it is for Kiri to ask about his plans for tomorrow.
B: Why did you ask question 2?
K: Just making sure it won't cause problems when you can't walk tomorrow 😌
B: ... Goodbye.
make his princess come.
he fucks her like he loves her, he realizes—and honestly, the thought doesn’t scare him as much as he thinks it should.
“how’re you feelin’, baby?” he hums, nosing up her neck again.
“don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants, and he can tell—she’s close.
He watches Monoma slide off of his lap as the song ends, adjusting his lingerie hurriedly. “Keep your fucking money—and don’t come back here, please.”
He disappears as suddenly as he’d shown up, leaving Shinsou embarrassingly hard and empty handed.
“It’s a lot to live up to.”
Something in her voice reminds Katsuki of Eijirou.
“We can only do our best. May the best person win.”
She blinks at him then, maybe surprised that he used person instead of woman, but does not correct him.
“May the best of us win indeed.”