I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
(or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the
whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
‘It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
‘Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the second he had laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoodie. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
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Katsuki Yuuri is 22 and in college and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, his boyfriend of two years.
They have a one-year-old puppy named Makkachin, whom they got from the breeder as soon as he was fully weaned.
They live together in a gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment - with huge bay windows and what is technically a guest room, but which they’ve been calling “Phichit’s room” for as long as they’ve been living there, for how often the Thai boy stays over. Sometimes, Chris stays there too, when he’s in the country, and Phichit will complain for weeks afterwards that nothing is where he left it and someone has been rummaging in his personal belongings. (Yuuri and Viktor have long since given up questioning why he even keeps his personal belongings in their guestroom).
Viktor is a successful, best-selling author who insists on travelling to the places his books are set in the interest of accuracy even when the setting has next to nothing to do with the plot, because he’s just extra like that.
Yuuri and Makkachin travel with him whenever they can, but being a college student doesn’t give you that much free time, so most often Yuuri has to stay at home, or come home early. He doesn’t mind too much. He’s never actually alone for more than a few days at a time anyways (again, Phichit crashes at their place a lot).
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And then…they break up. And neither of them will say why. All anyone knows is that it started with a tiny little argument, and spiralled quickly into something monstrous and devastating.
And within the month, Yuuri moves out of his gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment with the huge bay windows and the guest room that they used to call Phichit’s room.
He leaves behind the boyfriend he was disgustingly in love with, and the puppy that whines pitifully after him, scratching at the door and begging to be let out.
He’s done uni by then, and so is Phichit. They have nothing left to tie them to that city, and because Phichit is beautiful and perfect and a way better best friend than Yuuri deserves, he convinces Yuuri to move with him across the country, to sunny beaches and towering palms, to a place as far away from home as they can possibly get, while staying in the same country.
And Viktor? He’s left behind in a too big apartment, with a heartbroken puppy that lies listlessly on Yuuri’s side of the bed and can only fall asleep when listening to Yuuri’s breathless laughter through old vacation videos on Viktor’s laptop.
Once their lease is up, Viktor decides to move back home to Russia, to parents who hug him tightly when they see him standing miserable and tired on their doorstep, and a little brother who barely recognizes him without his ex boyfriend attached to his hip.
He keeps writing his books (tragedies now, instead of the romance his fans have grown to expect from him), even sells his movie rights to some of them, and Makkachin starts running and playing again, tongue lolling happily out of his mouth and bouncing with excitement whenever Yura mentions the beloved “w” word. These days, Viktor always takes him travelling with him, ever since Makkachin got sick with anxiety the first time Viktor left him behind at his parents’ home for a week.
And meanwhile, Yuuri learns to live with a gaping hole in his chest where his heart used to be, so painful some days he can barely breathe.
Phichit is with him every step of the way, his partner-in-crime, his brother in all but blood, his platonic soulmate. (It’s a warm and sticky summer night when they lie on a sandy beach and listen to the waves lapping quietly at their bare toes, and they promise each other that if neither of them are married by forty, they’ll just marry each other. It’s not exactly what Yuuri had wanted from his future, but it still makes him clutch at his stomach in breathless laughter when Phichit suggests it.)
Viktor had always been the author out of the two of them, the one that knew how to string words in just the right order to paint a vivid picture in the minds of his readers.
But Yuuri isn’t too bad at it himself, he thinks. He decides to give it a try.
He paints a story of a clumsy couple, charmingly naive, so in love, so perfectly imperfect. He paints a story of a couple that bickers and banters, fights and then makes up with whispered apologies and warm cuddles. He writes about a couple that fights and makes up, fights and makes up, fights and makes up until…quite suddenly…they don’t.
He writes about the couple that goes their separate ways. A couple that is too young, too inexperienced for this thing they have between them, this thing that’s so huge, so important, so beautiful, they’re both afraid to lose it, so they throw it away themselves.
And then, just because he wants to give them the one thing he’d long given up hope for, he ends their story with a question.
(Can we give this a second chance?)
Katsuki Yuuri is 26, and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, the boy he broke up with three and a half years ago.
He has a cute little 2-year-old toy poodle named Vicchan, whom his roommate, his platonic soulmate (his potential fiancé?) had given to him as a present to get over his broken heart.
They live together in a cozy little 1-bedroom apartment just ten minutes away from the beach, with a sofa-bed that their friends, Guang-Hong and Leo, like to crash on sometimes when they’re in the middle of another lovers’ quarrel.
Yuuri is a best-selling author, with his one-hit wonder, On My Love, garnering international attention and countless desperate requests for a sequel.
Yuuri likes to take Vicchan for walks along the beach early in the morning, just as the sun is beginning to peek above the horizon and paint the sky in soft pinks and dazzling oranges.
They’re taking a break one day, with Vicchan splashing in the shallows a few feet away, when Yuuri is suddenly bowled over by a whining, panting, standard sized poodle, all soft brown fur and sloppy kisses.
He can barely breathe around the desperate affection, and not even Vicchan’s excited, curious yapping is enough to distract the ecstatic giant furball from his reunion with his long-lost and sorely missed human.
As soon as Yuuri can breathe again, fingers curled into his beautiful older puppy’s fur, he looks up, and his heart clenches at the sight of the Russian man standing a few feet away, a familiar paperback clutched to his chest with white-knuckled hands.
He still wears his heart on his sleeve.
A question tumbles out of his mouth.
And in that moment, Yuuri knows to start his next book with an answer.
I’ve been meaning to put this together properly for some time now, so finally, here is a list of my top Drarry fics. Definitely read through all the other works of these amazing writers. These are just my personal favourites. Enjoy! Hahahahah good luck ever doing anything else ever again.
First and foremost comes Saras_Girl like, I CAN’T EVEN. So, my top favourites of theirs:
(I don’t need to say anymore to pitch these. They are your bread and butter. READ THEM.)
Tales From the Special Branch by femmequixotic (E) When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law.
(Aurors!Harry and Draco, forbidden fruit, case fic, lots of excellent smut, incredibly complex and well-written plot. I can’t even with this fic it’s so freaking good. Most recent in the series has just started posting but each individual fic is brilliant stand-alone. MASTERFUL. And so satisfyingly long. They have so many great fics, go read them allllll!)
Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson (E) 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.
(7th year AU. Really well developed and reworked to include Draco. One of my drarry firsts and an all-time love.)
Running on Air by eleventy7 (T) 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.
(So, I’m not great at reading T-rated fics… I actually read this one by accident. I am so glad I did. Beautiful fic. Melancholy and lovely and just yes.)
Against All Oddsby momatu (E) Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
(Momatu really does their research and creates a vivid world with great development between Harry and Draco. Highly recommend trawling through their work and reading it all. Massive thanks to @siriusly-not-over-remus for reccing this to me!)
One Touchby Fleetofshippyships (M) An unexpected incident late one night sets off a series of events that could save one young man in desperate need of help, even if doing so may destroy the other.Harry commits an act of great violence, but doesn’t remember why. Malfoy urges him to run, and takes the blame instead. The most obvious explanation makes no sense, and it only gets more complicated from there.What follows is their struggle to trust and open up to one another while dealing with dangerous and invasive magic; when stepping wrong and losing control, even if only for a few moments, could have severe consequences for them both.
(8th year AU. Fantastic concept for plot and really well developed idea. Another one to absolutely check out a load of their work. I also highly recommend by them:
Restraint (E) Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it. Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.
(8th year AU. Great angst and enemies to lovers progression. Drinking. Games. A hella lot of rough sex. This is a smuuuuut fic. I also helped beta this fic because it was so good and I couldn’t wait for updates.)
Balance, Imperfect by bixgirl1 (E) When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.
(Auror!Harry, Physiotherapist!Draco. I totally got @sirussly to read this and she loved it, closet hardcore Drarry shipper right there. I LOVE @bixgirl1 I cannot explain. All the stuff by them is just fantastic. Especially:
They are also in the middle of a collab with the wonderful @l0vegl0wsinthedark on a super cute and super smutty Virgin!Draco series on here (search either of their blogs under the ‘virgin draco’ tag.)
Speaking of!l0vegl0wsinthedark has a whole load of great fics (all the good smut). Absolutely worth working your way through it all!)
Draco Sodding Malfoyby Shewhxmustnxtbenamed (M) 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.
(So. Cute. Domestic bfs. Also very worth checking out @shewhomustnotbenamed and their drarry videos hallooooooo)
Azoth by zeitgeistic (E) 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.
(Hogwarts Apprentices!Drarry. Animagus magic. SO GOOD GUH. I really love the idea for Harry’s animagus and the progress is so excellent.)
Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E) Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
(MindHealer!Draco. THE BIG LEAGUES SO GOOD YES. Excuse me while I go read this again. OKAY BUT LOADS OF THEIR OTHER STUFF TOO ESPECIALLY:
The Vanishing Department(E) The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.
(Brilliant characterisation of Draco and really interesting idea. YES.)
House Proud by astolat (E) His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.
(OKAY, I LOVE THIS. WIZARD HOUSES ARE THE SHIT AND THIS IS SO CLEVER YES. REALLY FREAKING GOOD BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND DRACO. Also other stuff by them like:
Eclipse by Mijan (T) Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius’s imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It’s the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco’s world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.
(6th year AU. Pre-HBP. Another accidental T read with 0 regrets. I LOVED this, SO MUCH.)
A Year In Training by Omi_Ohmy (M) Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.
(Aurors!Drarry: Harry’s pissed off Draco is better than him. I’m sure you can see where this goes…)
Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (E) Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.
(Unspeakables!Harry&Draco: Nice swift enemies to lovers progression, goooood!)
Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E) It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?
(Really nice development of Draco, and fun plot! Definitely worth going through their other works too, some really great stuff!)
Strangeness and Charm by FeelsForBreakfast (E) 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?
Strange Bedfellowsby hurt_mod and ravenclawsquill (E) When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.
(Addict!Draco. All the good angsttttt.)
Boom Clap (The Sound of my Heart) by femmequixotic and noeon (E) 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.
(TeachingFellows!Harry&Draco: Drinking games wohooooo!)
Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound (M) 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.
(Aurors!Drarry. Who doesn’t love a good magical bonding fic?? Lots of great works, also recommend:
A Convenient Impracticality (E) Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?
(Aurors!Drarry, That good fake relationship trope. *thumbs up*) The Light More Beautiful(E) 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.
(Sort of 6th year AU, then post-war Aurors!Drarry. Really interesting speciality for Draco and great development)
I will keep updating this as I remember more/find more great fics. If you have any requests for specific types of fic, hmu and I’ll see if I can help :)
Could you write like the smuttiest thing you’ve ever written please!!
I kinda want to blame this request for this sin but oh well… This is pure filth so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with smut. This has not been proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.xxx
Y/N couldn’t believe how stupid she was when she agreed to this. She regretted it the moment she said yes. Now it’s been almost two weeks. Twelve days. 288 hours. Not that she was counting.
It happened during a night in with Harry. They both had a bit too much of red wine, their lips stained and their words getting slurred and silly.
“I bet you couldn’t go a week without sex.”
She looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, her deep red lips parted.
“What? I can totally go without sex. Unlike you, you’re a horny mess after an hour without sex.” she smirked at him.
“S'not true! I bet I can go longer without sex than you.” he stated proudly.
“A bet? You wanna bet, Styles?”
“Yes. We’ll see who can go longer without sex.”
“And what does the winner get?”
“Mind blowing sex.”
Exactly that was what she was craving for right now, mind blowing sex. It wasn’t that she was addicted to sex or needed it to function but when your boyfriend is Harry Styles and looks like a goddamn adonis and you know exactly what he’s able to do with his perfect body it’s hard not to get horny.
He was teasing her as well, every morning his hand would wander a bit too low when they were cuddling and every time he came out of the shower his towel was almost falling off and sometimes it really did fall off, accidentally of course.
She was teasing him as well though, only sleeping in one of his shirts and a pair of lace panties or wearing her favorite pair of jeans which she knew made her ass look extremely good.
It didn’t help her though, he noticed all her teasing and sexy looks but he never made a move on her. He wanted to win this bet.
She wanted to as well but if she was quite honest she didn’t think she was able to go another hour without his naked body pressed to hers.
She knew he was upstairs right now, in their ensuite bathroom, taking a shower. And she knew he would come down in a few minutes, showing off his irresistible body.
She couldn’t take it anymore, her body was going crazy. The constant ache between her legs made her feel dizzy and the fact that she just needed him made her go upstairs.
She entered their bedroom, smelling his shower gel. She wanted him. She needed him. She didn’t care about the bet anymore, it’s been too long.
He came out of the door a minute later, surprised to see her standing in the middle of their bedroom, looking all nervous and messy.
“You okay, love? You look a bit flustered.”
She shook her head, she was almost near tears now. The desperation and frustration grew inside of her, making her body move over to his and pressing her lips to his in a hard kiss.
She felt his shock, before he finally began to kiss her back and wrap his arms around her.
“What’s going on, hm?”
He knew exactly what was going on, she was needy. But he wanted to hear her say it.
“Want you. I-I need you. Harry, please, I can’t-”
“Shh, baby.” he shushed her rambling gently.
“What so you need, hm?”
“What do you need from me?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I need to hear you say it, baby. C'mon tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.” she whimpered.
He smirked at her, satisfied with her answer.
“But then you’ll loose the bet, darling.”
“I don’t care about this fucking bet, Harry! This was such as stupid idea. I just want you to fuck me, take me in every way you like.”
“So desperate? S'not even been two weeks, my love.”
“But it’s been too long.”
“Alright, s'true. Get out of these clothes, baby.”
She did as he said, immediately throwing her shirt to the floor and stepping out of her jeans and panties.
“Good girl. Now lie down on the bed for me.”
She lied down on her back, waiting for him to come to her. She heard his towel hitting the floor, falling beside her clothes. She looked up at him as he started to crawl onto the bed until he was hovering over her naked form but not touching her yet.
“Didn’t think you could go this long without having me fuck you, baby.” he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing over her skin and making goosebumps arise on her whole body.
“Didn’t think I could go so long without fucking you.”
He pressed the first kiss against her sweet spot, right under her ear and her bach arched off the back, pressing her chest against his. She heard him groan quietly when her naked tits touched his chest.
“I missed this so fucking much, baby. Never again, yeah?”
“Never.” she agreed.
His kisses wandered lower, over her collarbones down to her boobs. He nibbled on the skin there, using his tongue to lick over it. When he reached her nipples he sucked on each of them, licking over the pink flesh before he released it and wandered lower.
He took his time with kissing ever inch of her but this wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want him to be gentle and loving. She wanted him to be rough. Really rough.
He knew that tone, the desperation and need in it. He knew he was torturing her right now but he won’t keep going like this. He’s going to give her what she wants.
He came up from where he was kissing around her hips, looking her in the eyes. He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips, covering her mouth in a sweet and passionate way.
“You went twelve days without this, right? Twelve is a nice number.”
His face moved to the side, his nose nuzzling into her hair and his mouth right over her ear.
“How about I make you come twelve times? A orgasm for every single day you didn’t have me.”
She whimpered at his words, wanting that. Wanting him to make her come undone as many times as possible.
“How’s that sound?”
“Yes? You want that?”
“Gonna count them, okay? Gonna count every time you come for me, yeah?”
“Yes, Harry.” she nodded frankly.
He moved down her body again, until he was right between her legs. He grabbed her knees, making them bend and her feet plant on the mattress. He started to kiss down her left thigh, moving closer to where she was pink and aching for him.
She spread her lips apart when he decided it was enough of the teasing, groaning when he saw how wet she was. He glided his middle finger between her lips, gathering some of her juices and rubbing over her clit with them. A breathy moan left her lips at the contact, missing his touch too much.
He finally leaned down then, licking a broad stripe between her pussy lips and humming at the taste of her. He loved this when she filled all his senses, he was only able to see her, smell her, taste her and feel her.
He licked over her clit, lapping at it with the tip of his tongue. He circled the nub before he licked over it from side to side and then moved down to her entrance where he pushed his tongue inside and moved it up and down against her walls. She was moaning and groaning, her hands in Harry’s hair, pulling it and messing it up.
He hooked her thighs over his shoulders so he had better access to her and could bury his face deeper into her. His hands were sprawled out on her hips, holding them down so she couldn’t squirm away.
He licked her deeper now, right between her lips and massaging all the right places. He could feel her getting close already, her thighs beginning to shake, her pussy beginning to clench and the juices kept pouring out of her.
“Harry, I-I’m gonna-” a loud moan interrupted her words when he licked over just the perfect spot.
He sucked on her clit then, trapping it between his lips and massaging it with his tongue at the same time. She came within seconds, screaming out into the bedroom and pulling Harry closer by his hair. He groaned against her when he felt her come, loving the way she moved her pussy against his face and her cum dripped out of her. He knew she came hard, her voice breaking with every moan and her body shaking and trembling with the waves of pleasure that cursed through her whole body and made everything clench.
When her thighs finally fell open and Harry was sure he got every drop of her he sat up, breathing harshly. His lips were swollen and wet with her and his eyes dark and wild.
“You forgot something, my love.” he reminded her.
She wasn’t able to think properly, her brain probably jelly just like her bones. She remembered what he requested of her earlier though.
“Good girl.” he praised her.
He moved up again, kissing her briefly.
She did as he said, sitting up and watching how he lay down on the bed.
“Over my face, darling.”
“What? Harry, no.”
He knew she didn’t like this too much. It felt amazing and she knew that but she hated the thought of sitting on his face. She was always scared of hurting him.
“Baby, c'mon. You know how good it’s gonna feel.”
She looked at him skeptical for a second before she sighed and gave in. She moved so she was straddling his face. He pulled her down immediately, making her sit right on his mouth. She moaned immediately when she felt his tongue on her again, dragging up the full crease of her.
“Yes! Oh fuck.” she moaned out and she knew Harry was smirking against her.
He moved one hand from where he was holding onto her thigh to her mouth, silently telling her to suck his fingers and get them wet. She wrapped her lips around them, getting them dripping wet. When he was happy with her sucking he moved them down to her entrance, immediately pushing two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan at the delicious stretch.
Harry started pumping his fingers inside of her, stroking that one spot she could never reach herself.
Y/N’s hands reached up to hold onto the headboard, moving her hips against Harry’s mouth. He moaned against her when he felt her starting to ride his mouth, letting her move just how she pleased.
He resettles her above him after a moment and then she feels the firm press of his hot tongue against her clit, licking it with just the perfect pressure.
Harry fucks into her with his fingers, twisting and curling them. His lips sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking over it and making sharp pleasure run up her spine.
“Y-Yes, oh shit.”
She was already so close again, almost overwhelmed with all the pleasure he made her feel.
Harry curled his fingers inside of her, pressing hard against her g-spot. She’s clenching down around his fingers, so close to coming. He hummed against her, the vibrations hitting her clit immediately and that was all it took for her to explode again.
Harry’s fingers fucked her through it, prolonging her orgasm and keeping her right there. His lips kept on sucking on her clit, making her come so hard she fell forward against the headboard. Harry held onto her ass cheeks then, moving her against his mouth in the same way he would do it if she was sitting on his cock.
“Harry, oh fuck!”
He kept on moving her against him with his hands on her ass cheeks, licking her so deep she came for the third time with a shaky cry and clenching thighs.
She whines when it gets too much and Harry lets go of her, helping her off him.
“What was that, my love?”
Y/N was shaking, a whimpering mess but Harry knew she wanted to keep going. Needed to keep going.
Harry needed this himself, he missed this over the last two weeks. His dick was standing to his full potential already, his tip a angry shade of red and leaking precum that made it look slick.
“Can you sit on my cock, baby?” he asked her sweetly, innocence lacing his words.
She nodded the tiniest bit, moving so she was straddling his hips. She eyed his dick hungrily, missing that body part the most. She took hold of his shaft, enjoying the fact that Harry groaned out at the feel of her hand around him.
She lined herself up with his tip, sinking down immediately. Loud groans left both of their mouths, their eyes falling shut with the pleasure that came with having each other like this again.
Y/N took him as deep as possible, sitting properly on his dick with her ass hitting his thighs. She began to rock her hips, making him rub against her favorite spot. Harry was looking up at her, not quite sure if he should look at her blissed out face or the place where his dick was sliding into her pussy.
Her hands were on his butterfly tattoo, bracing herself. She bounced on him then, making his dick fill her up with every movement of her hips.
“Yes, fuck yourself on my cock.” Harry groaned out, moving his hands to her thighs.
Y/N was moaning and whimpering above him, slamming down so hard on his cock that her ass created a filthy sound against his thighs.
One of her hands wandered to in between her legs, rubbing at her clit to get herself there faster. Harry felt his eyes rolling back in his head when he saw her touching herself right on his dick, the sight so overwhelmingly sexy that he was sure he could come right then and there.
He felt it when she was close, her walls squeezing his dick and her hips moving even faster. She kept on rubbing herself until she finally came with a hoarse shout, her whole body shaking with the pure pleasure her own fingers and his cock made her experience. She came hard, Harry could feel her slick coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs. Her pussy was squeezing Harry’s dick so hard he saw stars but he wouldn’t come, not until he got everything from her.
“Four.” she moaned out when she finally stopped the movements of her hips, her fingers still stroking over her clit to ride out her orgasm properly.
Harry sat up when she wanted to let him slid out of her, pulling her by her thighs tightly to him so she was still sitting on his cock. A surprised shriek left her at his movements, her eyes wide and her mouth parted.
He slapped her fingers away from her pussy, replacing them with his own and rubbing her bundle of nerves in hard circles. A high pitched moan left her, trying to squirm away from his fingers.
“Harry, fuck I-”
“I want you to come, right on my cock from only my fingers.”
She groaned disbelievingly, she felt his cock so deep inside of her, she just wanted to move and make him fuck up inside of her but he held her down on his dick, not letting her move the slightest bit.
His fingers were rubbing her clit so roughly but just the way she liked it and she came within seconds, still worked up from her last orgasms.
Her pussy clenched down on Harry’s cock, making him groan out but he kept still, only feeling her orgasm on him. He rubbed her through it, the way her pussy squeezed his cock making him moan right with her.
He removed his fingers from her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lying down with her on top of him, his dick still inside of her. He knew she would be sore the next day but it didn’t matter.
He bent his knees, planting his feet on the mattress. Her thighs were spread, her knees on either side of his hips. He gave her one experimental thrust, loving the way she moaned out loud at the pleasure.
He unwrapped his arms from around her, his hands grabbing onto her ass, spreading her cheeks apart before he fucked up into her. He held her down on his cock so she couldn’t move, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. She was screaming against his shoulder, his dick feeling so fucking good inside of her. Harry was moaning into her neck, this position absolutely wrecking him as well.
Y/N came so fast it was incredible, screaming and sobbing loudly against Harry, her nails leaving scratches on his arm. He slowed down a bit when she kept on crying out against his shoulder, now rolling his hips into her rather than thrusting with full force.
“S-Six.” she stammered out when she was able to think again.
“Such a good girl, baby. You still good?”
He pounded her pussy again, his thighs slapping against her ass hard. He slapped down on her ass with both hands at that was all she needed before she came again. She wasn’t able to count her seventh orgasm because it became her eighth right afterwards, growing into one mind blowing orgasm that made her shout out.
“Yes, baby.” Harry breathed out when her pussy got incredibly tight again.
He made her sit up then, letting him slip out of her.
“Hands and knees, love.”
It took her a bit longer than usual to position herself due to the shaking of her limbs but she managed to within a few moments.
He lined himself up behind her, sliding into her immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back to his chest. He spread her thighs a bit wider so he had more access before he began to fuck her again, her ass hitting his thighs loudly with every move.
She came again within seconds, her pussy now so sensitive that it only needed a few thrusts to explode. Harry moved one hand to her clit before she could finish completely, intensifying her orgasm with his hard circles against her nerves and making her groan out.
He fucked her right through it, not letting up on his pace and his rubbing.
Another orgasm rocked through her body, making her fall forwards. Harry let her, leaning over her and still rubbing her clit with his fingers.
He removed his hand from her, pressing her down on the bed completely and slamming into her so hard the whole bed moved and the headboard kept on hitting the wall with loud thuds.
He didn’t even feel her next orgasm, her pussy grew so tight around him that he wasn’t able to feel her clenching anymore. But she did come, he could hear it, her loud moans and shouts.
“Eleven.” she whimpered out.
She was completely fucked out, he knew she was but she had one more inside of her. Only one more.
Harry was right there, at the edge of his orgasm and he knew he only needed a few more seconds before he would come inside of her. Y/N was still lying on her stomach, her hands gripping onto the sheets.
“You gonna come with me, baby?”
She only moaned at that was all he needed before he began to pound away, paying attention to that one spot inside of her that would make her explode within seconds.
And she did come within a few short moments, coming harder than ever around him. Her juices came pouring out of her, drenching the sheets underneath them. Her scream was so loud it teared right through Harry, making him come deep inside of her and coating her walls with his hot release. He stilled inside of her, pushing as deep as he could go, his cock still releasing rope after rope of sticky white cum.
He was scared that she passed out for a moment but her moans and whimpers reassured him that she was still conscious. He pulled out of her finally, hearing her whimper at the loss. He looked down and saw her release mixed with his cum pouring out of her, onto the sheets.
He lied down beside her, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“You okay, my love?” he asked her softly, his hand stroking over her back.
She looked at him with half lidded eyes, her lips parted.
“How the fuck did you make me come twelve times?”
Her voice was wrecked, raspy from all the shouting she’d done.
Harry laughed out at her words, his shoulders shrugging.
“I’ve got no idea. But it was hot as fuck.”
She turned around finally, laying her head on his chest with a sigh.
“We are never ever going without sex again. Never.” she stated.
“Never.” he agreed.
“We need to change the sheets.” she whispered after a few moments, a bit of embarrassment audible in her voice.
“That we have to do, love. Never thought you could come like this. My dick really has to be amazing.”
She hit his chest playfully, scolding him with her eyes.
“Shut up, you wanker.”
“Oi! I’m very glad that I don’t have to wank anymore, thank you very much.”
“Oh god, Harry.”