#absolutely delicious
cw: age gap, infidelity(?), dilf!bokuto is married with a kid, reader is college aged and an au-pair
Bokuto, well in his 40s, is a busy, busy man, and so is his wife. Your task is to ease their suffering, and you do so exceptionally well, as the always polite, always cheerful au-pair that manages their household tasks, whether it be cleaning, cooking or babysitting.
It’s an incredible gig. The couple has just one darling child that’s no more than two years old and does little more than run around and jump into your arms or say short phrases, many of which warm your heart. The large house is relatively clean, so tidying is easy, and Bokuto was kind enough to give you a credit card and a vehicle to make grocery and snack shopping easy, as well as help your commute to night classes. You live in the two bedroom guest house on the property, and you couldn’t ask for more.
Well, you could, even if you shouldn’t.
As you sit together night after night at dinner, strapping the youngest Bokuto into a high chair before sitting down with her father, who digs into your meals heartily, you wonder what it would be like to fill the space Mrs. Bokuto occupies. After all, she’s been more and more absent recently, traveling for long periods of time to promote her business, and often dinner is just the three of you rather than four. Her husband is handsome, and has always been (you’ve seen the photo albums, the large family portrait at the entrance to the living room, what be it), and it’s hard to not get lost in his golden eyes, especially when they look directly at you as he makes joke after joke. He’s energetic, he’s charismatic, and he’s available. After all, all you do is prove your ability to be a good wife day after day, while his actual wife does God knows what.
Plus, you could be doing him a service. He must miss having a woman’s full attention, and you had plenty of time to provide that for him.
Easing the burden of existing. That’s what you were for.
Drarry microfic: Good
Draco makes it past the Intruder Charm. Skips the step that triggers a Blasting Curse and slips through the double wards at the top stairs. Answers three security questions through the closed door.
“I wasn’t expecting you until next week,” Harry says, tugging Draco inside by his belt loops.
“Granger asked me to come.” Draco tilts his head towards the table laid out with an assortment of potions and magical devices—illegal, every one. “She had a hunch you might be planning one of your little disruptions when the American Minister for Magic arrives tomorrow.”
Harry makes an irritated hum against Draco’s neck. “Maybe I am. Why did she send you?”
“Because, Potter,” Draco murmurs, already at work on his shirt buttons, “she knows I’m the only one you’ll listen to when you need to be good.”
Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “good.”
