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friends with benefits simon turns into friends with drawbacks in weeks when he becomes attached and you should've known better than to lust after the big man who didn't even remove his mask all the way to eat you out the first time yall had sex but it's too late anyway because now the consequence is calling your phone in the dead of night so you can let him in. (on a weekday! like sir respectfully go to hell)

he's dropping you off and picking you up from work daily.

he sends you a text asking you if you need any help at the grocery store. (how does he know???)

the one time you tried to end things because of a potential boyfriend/girlfriend coming along, they ghost (haha) you within a day and simon somehow knows about it.

mumbles "they're not good enough f'r ya anyway, pet," before hooking your legs over his shoulders and making you forget everything but his name.

you never told him about them.

when he used to come over and leave you a sloppy, sticky mess has now become him staying the night, you waking to the rich smell of coffee in the morning. it's you getting up to brush your teeth and seeing his toothbrush next to yours. it's sometimes seeing the toilet lid up (you tried to chew him out over it but ended up with his tongue in your mouth and his hand down your bottoms)

and now he's dragging you to some seedy joint to meet up with his work buddies, thick arm snug around your waist, finger hooked into a belt loop. (and if they all look at you like a hungry man does steak well....)

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Every romance book promoted on tiktok is just full to the brim with horrible "steamy" taglines that are just like... Eyes on me, Little Beast. I'm here to make you Damp

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Which also makes me wonder… Fruits Basket fics???? What characters would yall wanna see? 👁️

Rewatching Fruits Basket truly makes me realize how much this show altered my brain chemistry as a kid

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Rewatching Fruits Basket truly makes me realize how much this show altered my brain chemistry as a kid

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tiny guy

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I've been thinking about Hawks lately. I'm on loving the birb man era again.

So i was thinking about childhood friends to strangers to lovers with hawks. You know how he used to live a lonely life before commission got him. But what if he actually had a friend. YOU.

You were also a kid living in the neighborhood and you guys were so close!! You would sneak up to meet him and play with little keigo. You'd share your snacks with him. He'd tell you how he feels and he'd cry to you. You were little keigo's safe space. You guys were each others best friends.

Untill he had to leave you behind. Without a word i may add. Suddenly. With no trace. You cried for WEEKS. Months even. You still felt even after years. You actually thought he's gone for good. But then one day you look at the tv and "oh wow, isn't that a familiar face?!" You didn't know how you feel after seeing him as the big shot hero. He's no longer a crybaby, he doesn't need you anymore, he grew up so much over the years, he's stronger, he got so many admirers, he's moved on from you, he's not your best friend keigo anymore, in fact he probably forgot about you. That's what you told yourself. But you're proud of him though. He has come so far. Grown so much. You're definitely his number one well wisher nonetheless. And with that you move on with you life as well. But you can't move on from HIM. He was you closest friend. How can you!

Little did you know, all this years he thought about you too. Do you still wait for him behind his rundown house, do you still keep extra snacks for him, do you still smile so brightly, are you okay, he hopes you're well and healthy, happy and he hopes that you never forget him. Little did he knows, you could never.

Then one day, after the war and everything, Hawks wanted to go back to his roots, where everything started, his origins, just to get a break from all the chaos over the years. A well deserved rest. He wanted to see how things are were he used to live, wanted to know if everything's still the same, wanted to see things he was never allowed to when he was little. And maybe wanted to see if he could find something familiar. Though he never really imagined he'd actually bump into someone. Someone who meant everything to keigo once. Someone special.

"Huh, isn't that a familiar face", he said with a soft smile and shining eyes.....

I'm not a writer, English isn't my first language either. Pardon my mistakes. Just wanted to vent out my thoughts. If you see this, have a wonderful day!!

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Bathe me in red and take me to bed.

Fanart for this fic, I love the author’s writing so much you need to go check them out!!

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.,., ghost holding your legs apart and saying “biiiiiig stretch” while soap slides in 😵‍💫

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Levi sounds so breathy when you give him handjobs. He can still talk, sure, and he has most of his composure. But the biggest tell of when he's getting closer and closer to an orgasm is how he stops throwing snarky comments at you. Or when he does, it takes him a while to find conviction in his "shut up"s because he's taking so many heavy breaths between such two simple words.

Sometimes, he can't even bring himself to move because his body is too stunned to move from whatever position you caught him in. His muscles are too tense from the building heat of your pumping hand around his cock. Every slide of your palm makes his head fuzzy, any smartass response he'd make to your teasing is rendered lost. Too distracted by how good your fingers feel squeezing him.

He doesn't notice how his legs spread open a bit more, how his mouth is hanging open as he pants, how there's a bead of sweat cascading down the side of his forehead. Levi grows too preoccupied with watching your sickened hand rolling over his oversensitive head. Just for it to slide back down to the base.

It's almost cute, how worked up he can get with a handjob if you're edging him for long enough. he may not ever admit it, but keeping him suspended in that limbo might just be his favorite part of your handjobs. You know the perfect moments to stop, when to start up again. The paces he likes, how you occasionally give a generous squeeze to his balls to keep him on his toes.

And the biggest tell for Levi is when his voice climbs up in tone, when he starts quietly mumbling praises under his breath as his hands struggle to keep to themselves like you requested.

"Make me cum, make me cum, I need to--just let me--" he'll stammer out, hardly aware he's even begging out loud after a certain point. Sometimes youll grant him that act of mercy faster than usual, because it's a little too hard to resist how desperate he looks for the smallest bit of release.

Levis usual string of curses roll from his tongue when his climax slams into him, when his cum pools over your fingers as you pump him. His body shakes, fingers clenched into the sheets of the bed you have him sit on. His chest let's out a long sigh that morphs into a gratuitous moan the more you stroke him through his orgasm.

Of course, he prefers much more than a handjob sometimes but... You have a way with your hands on him that leaves him succumbing to such a simple intimate act

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If u interact with my posts, just know I respond like this:

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what i would do to be hugged by him 😔

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wow i want to fuck keigo

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Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Top Keigo, Bottom Reader, THIS IS FULL OF PISS, You Have Been Warned, Piss drinking, Pissing on Someone, Oral (M. Receiving), Cock Warming, Deep Throating, Subspace, Throat Fucking, Praise, Degradation, Kinda Knifeplay?, Not Really Though, Just Being Fucked With The Hilt, Petnames, Light Breeding, Cervix Bullying, Aftercare

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Slit, Cunt, Cock, Entrance, Hole, Cervix is Mentioned

Word Count: 2.2K

Paperwork was something Keigo hated the most about being a hero. There was no praise or action in sitting at a desk in his office mindlessly adding his signature to things. It was such a boring and repetitive task that he’d usually find himself dozing off, which just made it take longer. That all changed when he met you, though. Paperwork wasn’t so boring anymore when he had the warmth of your mouth around him and the promise of being able to pound into your throat when he was done. 

You both knew why you were there, so there was no point in wasting time. The moment you step into his office you get down on your knees and settle in between thick thighs, hands running up the length of them for a second before beginning to undo his zipper. The sight of Keigo’s half-hard cock made your mouth water, your tongue sliding up the shaft of it. That elicited a groan from above you, a hand resting heavily on the back of your head.

“You know not to tease,” Keigo’s voice rumbled out. You let him guide your head down, humming an apology while your mouth widened to accept the girth of his cock. Leaning your forehead against his stomach, you tried to take every inch of him, eyes closing as soft breaths puffed out of your nose.

It didn’t take long before he began to be immersed in his paperwork, his cock softening to allow your jaw to rest more comfortably. Every once in a while, you’d suckle softly, or swallow around him in an attempt not to drool, though you knew by the end of it your saliva would be everywhere anyway. 

You could feel your headspace shifting the longer you sat there, and soon everything began to float away. Hypnagogia would be the best word to describe it. The state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep. You knew you were awake, but your mind was fuzzy and empty. Your only focus was on the comforting weight of Keigo’s cock against your tongue. 

When his cock would grow hard, you sank further to accommodate it almost on instinct. The head caught and rubbed against the back of your throat, but you didn’t mind. He had completely trained your gag reflex away, able to take anything he gave you now. Your throat was practically molded to the shape of Keigo’s cock. Occasionally, though, when it happened, his hand would dip under the desk, running a hand through your hair as a silent and gentle praise. 

The first few times Keigo shifted in his seat, you didn’t notice. Your body moved to adjust, but your mind didn’t register it. His hips bucked into your mouth one moment, the next it was like he was attempting to pull away. Only when the movements continued did it knock you slightly out of your daze. You began to register the way his thighs clenched against your hands as if he were fighting to keep his legs open. Your eyes opened just a crack, looking up towards Keigo. He had an expression you couldn’t quite read, a mix between contentment and discomfort, maybe? 

He had grown pretty hard in your mouth, twitching against your tongue. Had you been suckling him too much? Usually, he would reprimand you if you did, not wanting to be interrupted while he was working. Your throat stretched to accommodate him, your breath beginning to grow shaky as you tried to hold all of him in your mouth. Whatever you had been doing must have turned him on a lot. His hips only continued their movements, but it wasn’t like how it was normally when he was fucking into your throat. It was more like squirming, with no rhythm. You thought maybe he was about to cum, and decided to begin working your tongue against his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand moving to grip your hair. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull you away or make you stay put. Everything about what was happening felt off, and you were unsure of what your next move should be. If he was close, you wanted to help. 

His grip tightened slightly, beginning to tug back. His cock was slipping from your mouth, only halfway inside now, and you whined at the continuing loss of weight against your tongue. You prepared yourself to be pulled back in, for your throat to be used as a fleshlight, but it never came. And neither did Keigo. 

With a sigh, and what could only be described as a whine, though you were sure Keigo would play it off later, warm drops of salty liquid began to drip onto your tongue. When the taste and texture hit you, you almost pulled back to spit it out, but Keigo’s large hand kept your head in place. It started as a leak, only a few drips at a time. You couldn’t believe he was pissing in your mouth. After adjusting to the taste, your tongue began nudging against the slit of his cock, trying to soak in every drop. Both of Keigo’s hands now rested in your hair, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. 

“Hhahh— Sorry, dove.” He was breathless, still trying to hold himself back a bit. “Can’t hold it anymore, and your mouth is so warm. You’re fine with that, yeah? Lettin’ me use you like a urinal?” 

You could only manage a whimper of approval, the leak turning into a slow stream the moment the vibrations hit his cock.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’—  Mmmhh…” Keigo was acting like an animal, his nails digging against your scalp as he filled your mouth. You tried your best to keep up, swallowing around him, drool and piss dripping down your chin from his small thrusts. You couldn’t help the small movements of your hips, only now realizing how much your cunt was throbbing, your underwear sticking against you with slick. He seemed to sense your movements. “Gettin’ turned on by me pissing in your mouth? Fucking disgusting. Take those pants off, baby.” 

You obeyed without a second thought, hands working to tug your slacks and underwear down your legs while your mouth was still being used. You couldn’t have anticipated the softness of feathers rubbing against your slit, nudging and teasing your cock. 

“Nnnf—.” Your hips ground down at the contact, looking up at Keigo with tears beading in your eyelashes. It wasn’t enough, and he knew that. You could see other feathers swirling around his head, his wings stretched behind him. The overhead light on the ceiling almost looked like a halo over his head with your blurred vision. He looked like an angel, no, a god. And you would worship him until the end of time. 

“Gonna give you a nice treat for bein’ such a good fuckin’ boy, taking my piss like that,” Keigo grunted out, his stream now teetering off into a steady drip. His hips began thrusting in earnest, the head of his cock pushing into the tight confines of your throat once more. One particularly hard and large feather, the ones that Keigo would typically use for swords in battle, began prodding against your leaking entrance. It was only the hilt, the bluntness of it dragging and catching against your hole to slick itself up, while the other feathers began pressing harder against your cock. You wanted to beg, tears now steadily falling down your cheeks as your eyes closed. You could feel one of his thumbs swipe against your cheek, only for more tears to replace it from the abuse on your throat. 

Your eyebrows knitted together as the hilt of the feather sword behind you finally pressed inside. It went in deep, bullying against your cervix and giving you no time to adjust. Your cunt clinched against it anyway, though it felt so foreign inside of you. It began thrusting in time with Keigo’s thrusts inside of your throat.

“That’s it. That’s my good whore, you’re taking it so well. Fuck—.” 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Your body buzzed with pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips moved back to fuck yourself on the feathers. The hilt of the one inside of you tilted slightly, pressing incessantly against your sweet spot with each plunge. You could feel the rubber band in your stomach snap, the feather still fucking into you slow and hard through your orgasm. 

“Shit—  Gonna cum. Aa-ahh… Fuck, sweetheart, can feel you squeezin’ my feathers.” Keigo’s hips stuttered, pulling your head down completely, your nose nuzzled in the golden wiry hair at the base of his cock. You could feel him twitching in your throat, hot cum sliding down as you tried to swallow. He gave a few more half-aborted thrusts before pulling out of you completely, the feather clanking on the tile floor behind you. 

Your ears were ringing, the taste of piss and now cum still strong on your tongue. Your cunt was clenching around air as it tried to adjust to being empty. Two feathers wrapped under your arms and gently began lifting you up until you were straddling Keigo’s lap, two more rubbing softly against your sore legs from being curled on them for so long. 

“You did so good, dove. Thank you,” Keigo spoke softly as he nuzzled his head against your hair, peppering soft kisses against you. “You did so well, took it so good for me.” 

You let out a small whine at the affection, your still slick cunt resting against Keigo’s spent cock. Each twitch as it began to grow soft hit directly against your oversensitive cock. 

“Kei—” you tried to speak, voice rough from the abuse your throat took. You could never tell how long you were on your knees for Keigo until you checked the time on your phone when you were both done. You can tell though, that the sun had gone down, which was telling enough to know that you had been sitting in his office for hours at that point. Hours without a bathroom break, and on top of that, having drank so much during. 

“What is it, dove? Bet your stomach is so full and warm now, huh?” The question filled you with embarrassment, your face reddening as you buried it into his chest. His hands moved to your sides, gripping them lightly. “It’s okay. If you need to let go, it’s okay,” He murmured against your hair. “You drank a lot of my piss, didn’t you?”

You could only nod in response, still trying to catch your breath as your hips stuttered slightly. His hands trailed down your sides to your front, pressing softly against your bladder. 

“Want you to. Please, baby.” His voice sounded so genuine and sweet. “‘S only fair.” 

Even if you wanted to stop it, you couldn’t. The pressure against your bladder was too much. You squirmed a high whine leaving your lips as you felt your body relax fully. Warmth began to spread underneath you, on Keigo’s lap. 

“That’s it, let it out, baby. Just like that,” Keigo whispered encouragingly. You could feel his cock growing harder, the stream directed dead on against it. He ground up against you, hands holding your hips tightly. The trickle of pee could be heard as it dripped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. You knew you were making a mess, and it only embarrassed you further. 

“Ke-Kei— M-mnn…” Your cock throbbed against him, his tip catching on the edge of your entrance on each grind. The relief on your bladder, mixed with the slow yet desperate grind against your cunt was building up your orgasm faster than you expected. Keigo seemed to feel the same, grip tightening as his nails dug into your flesh. 

As the last few drops of piss left you, you were lifted slightly, Keigo fully sheathing himself inside of you. The feeling pushed you both over the edge, cunt pulsing against his cock as he released inside of you. 

After a moment to breathe, your shaking arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hand lifting your chin slightly so that the two of you could share a sweet kiss. 

“Office should be empty now. Let’s get home and shower. We can get some ice cream after, yeah?” 

“What about…” You trail off, eyes glancing down toward the puddle on the ground. 

“Nah. The cleaners can figure it out in the morning.” Keigo waved a hand dismissively, causing you to gently slap against his chest. 

You did not leave the mess to the cleaners, and as you were cleaning, the paperwork on Keigo’s desk caught your eye, very much unfinished. The thought of a repeat of what happened earlier made you excited but also reminded you to maybe bring some towels from home next time.

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Warnings: FTM Trans!Reader, Top Keigo, Bottom Reader, THIS IS FULL OF PISS, You Have Been Warned, Piss drinking, Pissing on Someone, Oral (M. Receiving), Cock Warming, Deep Throating, Subspace, Throat Fucking, Praise, Degradation, Kinda Knifeplay?, Not Really Though, Just Being Fucked With The Hilt, Petnames, Light Breeding, Cervix Bullying, Aftercare

Note:  Terminology For Genitalia Used: Slit, Cunt, Cock, Entrance, Hole, Cervix is Mentioned

Word Count: 2.2K

Paperwork was something Keigo hated the most about being a hero. There was no praise or action in sitting at a desk in his office mindlessly adding his signature to things. It was such a boring and repetitive task that he’d usually find himself dozing off, which just made it take longer. That all changed when he met you, though. Paperwork wasn’t so boring anymore when he had the warmth of your mouth around him and the promise of being able to pound into your throat when he was done. 

You both knew why you were there, so there was no point in wasting time. The moment you step into his office you get down on your knees and settle in between thick thighs, hands running up the length of them for a second before beginning to undo his zipper. The sight of Keigo’s half-hard cock made your mouth water, your tongue sliding up the shaft of it. That elicited a groan from above you, a hand resting heavily on the back of your head.

“You know not to tease,” Keigo’s voice rumbled out. You let him guide your head down, humming an apology while your mouth widened to accept the girth of his cock. Leaning your forehead against his stomach, you tried to take every inch of him, eyes closing as soft breaths puffed out of your nose.

It didn’t take long before he began to be immersed in his paperwork, his cock softening to allow your jaw to rest more comfortably. Every once in a while, you’d suckle softly, or swallow around him in an attempt not to drool, though you knew by the end of it your saliva would be everywhere anyway. 

You could feel your headspace shifting the longer you sat there, and soon everything began to float away. Hypnagogia would be the best word to describe it. The state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep. You knew you were awake, but your mind was fuzzy and empty. Your only focus was on the comforting weight of Keigo’s cock against your tongue. 

When his cock would grow hard, you sank further to accommodate it almost on instinct. The head caught and rubbed against the back of your throat, but you didn’t mind. He had completely trained your gag reflex away, able to take anything he gave you now. Your throat was practically molded to the shape of Keigo’s cock. Occasionally, though, when it happened, his hand would dip under the desk, running a hand through your hair as a silent and gentle praise. 

The first few times Keigo shifted in his seat, you didn’t notice. Your body moved to adjust, but your mind didn’t register it. His hips bucked into your mouth one moment, the next it was like he was attempting to pull away. Only when the movements continued did it knock you slightly out of your daze. You began to register the way his thighs clenched against your hands as if he were fighting to keep his legs open. Your eyes opened just a crack, looking up towards Keigo. He had an expression you couldn’t quite read, a mix between contentment and discomfort, maybe? 

He had grown pretty hard in your mouth, twitching against your tongue. Had you been suckling him too much? Usually, he would reprimand you if you did, not wanting to be interrupted while he was working. Your throat stretched to accommodate him, your breath beginning to grow shaky as you tried to hold all of him in your mouth. Whatever you had been doing must have turned him on a lot. His hips only continued their movements, but it wasn’t like how it was normally when he was fucking into your throat. It was more like squirming, with no rhythm. You thought maybe he was about to cum, and decided to begin working your tongue against his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand moving to grip your hair. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull you away or make you stay put. Everything about what was happening felt off, and you were unsure of what your next move should be. If he was close, you wanted to help. 

His grip tightened slightly, beginning to tug back. His cock was slipping from your mouth, only halfway inside now, and you whined at the continuing loss of weight against your tongue. You prepared yourself to be pulled back in, for your throat to be used as a fleshlight, but it never came. And neither did Keigo. 

With a sigh, and what could only be described as a whine, though you were sure Keigo would play it off later, warm drops of salty liquid began to drip onto your tongue. When the taste and texture hit you, you almost pulled back to spit it out, but Keigo’s large hand kept your head in place. It started as a leak, only a few drips at a time. You couldn’t believe he was pissing in your mouth. After adjusting to the taste, your tongue began nudging against the slit of his cock, trying to soak in every drop. Both of Keigo’s hands now rested in your hair, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. 

“Hhahh— Sorry, dove.” He was breathless, still trying to hold himself back a bit. “Can’t hold it anymore, and your mouth is so warm. You’re fine with that, yeah? Lettin’ me use you like a urinal?” 

You could only manage a whimper of approval, the leak turning into a slow stream the moment the vibrations hit his cock.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’—  Mmmhh…” Keigo was acting like an animal, his nails digging against your scalp as he filled your mouth. You tried your best to keep up, swallowing around him, drool and piss dripping down your chin from his small thrusts. You couldn’t help the small movements of your hips, only now realizing how much your cunt was throbbing, your underwear sticking against you with slick. He seemed to sense your movements. “Gettin’ turned on by me pissing in your mouth? Fucking disgusting. Take those pants off, baby.” 

You obeyed without a second thought, hands working to tug your slacks and underwear down your legs while your mouth was still being used. You couldn’t have anticipated the softness of feathers rubbing against your slit, nudging and teasing your cock. 

“Nnnf—.” Your hips ground down at the contact, looking up at Keigo with tears beading in your eyelashes. It wasn’t enough, and he knew that. You could see other feathers swirling around his head, his wings stretched behind him. The overhead light on the ceiling almost looked like a halo over his head with your blurred vision. He looked like an angel, no, a god. And you would worship him until the end of time. 

“Gonna give you a nice treat for bein’ such a good fuckin’ boy, taking my piss like that,” Keigo grunted out, his stream now teetering off into a steady drip. His hips began thrusting in earnest, the head of his cock pushing into the tight confines of your throat once more. One particularly hard and large feather, the ones that Keigo would typically use for swords in battle, began prodding against your leaking entrance. It was only the hilt, the bluntness of it dragging and catching against your hole to slick itself up, while the other feathers began pressing harder against your cock. You wanted to beg, tears now steadily falling down your cheeks as your eyes closed. You could feel one of his thumbs swipe against your cheek, only for more tears to replace it from the abuse on your throat. 

Your eyebrows knitted together as the hilt of the feather sword behind you finally pressed inside. It went in deep, bullying against your cervix and giving you no time to adjust. Your cunt clinched against it anyway, though it felt so foreign inside of you. It began thrusting in time with Keigo’s thrusts inside of your throat.

“That’s it. That’s my good whore, you’re taking it so well. Fuck—.” 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Your body buzzed with pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your hips moved back to fuck yourself on the feathers. The hilt of the one inside of you tilted slightly, pressing incessantly against your sweet spot with each plunge. You could feel the rubber band in your stomach snap, the feather still fucking into you slow and hard through your orgasm. 

“Shit—  Gonna cum. Aa-ahh… Fuck, sweetheart, can feel you squeezin’ my feathers.” Keigo’s hips stuttered, pulling your head down completely, your nose nuzzled in the golden wiry hair at the base of his cock. You could feel him twitching in your throat, hot cum sliding down as you tried to swallow. He gave a few more half-aborted thrusts before pulling out of you completely, the feather clanking on the tile floor behind you. 

Your ears were ringing, the taste of piss and now cum still strong on your tongue. Your cunt was clenching around air as it tried to adjust to being empty. Two feathers wrapped under your arms and gently began lifting you up until you were straddling Keigo’s lap, two more rubbing softly against your sore legs from being curled on them for so long. 

“You did so good, dove. Thank you,” Keigo spoke softly as he nuzzled his head against your hair, peppering soft kisses against you. “You did so well, took it so good for me.” 

You let out a small whine at the affection, your still slick cunt resting against Keigo’s spent cock. Each twitch as it began to grow soft hit directly against your oversensitive cock. 

“Kei—” you tried to speak, voice rough from the abuse your throat took. You could never tell how long you were on your knees for Keigo until you checked the time on your phone when you were both done. You can tell though, that the sun had gone down, which was telling enough to know that you had been sitting in his office for hours at that point. Hours without a bathroom break, and on top of that, having drank so much during. 

“What is it, dove? Bet your stomach is so full and warm now, huh?” The question filled you with embarrassment, your face reddening as you buried it into his chest. His hands moved to your sides, gripping them lightly. “It’s okay. If you need to let go, it’s okay,” He murmured against your hair. “You drank a lot of my piss, didn’t you?”

You could only nod in response, still trying to catch your breath as your hips stuttered slightly. His hands trailed down your sides to your front, pressing softly against your bladder. 

“Want you to. Please, baby.” His voice sounded so genuine and sweet. “‘S only fair.” 

Even if you wanted to stop it, you couldn’t. The pressure against your bladder was too much. You squirmed a high whine leaving your lips as you felt your body relax fully. Warmth began to spread underneath you, on Keigo’s lap. 

“That’s it, let it out, baby. Just like that,” Keigo whispered encouragingly. You could feel his cock growing harder, the stream directed dead on against it. He ground up against you, hands holding your hips tightly. The trickle of pee could be heard as it dripped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. You knew you were making a mess, and it only embarrassed you further. 

“Ke-Kei— M-mnn…” Your cock throbbed against him, his tip catching on the edge of your entrance on each grind. The relief on your bladder, mixed with the slow yet desperate grind against your cunt was building up your orgasm faster than you expected. Keigo seemed to feel the same, grip tightening as his nails dug into your flesh. 

As the last few drops of piss left you, you were lifted slightly, Keigo fully sheathing himself inside of you. The feeling pushed you both over the edge, cunt pulsing against his cock as he released inside of you. 

After a moment to breathe, your shaking arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hand lifting your chin slightly so that the two of you could share a sweet kiss. 

“Office should be empty now. Let’s get home and shower. We can get some ice cream after, yeah?” 

“What about…” You trail off, eyes glancing down toward the puddle on the ground. 

“Nah. The cleaners can figure it out in the morning.” Keigo waved a hand dismissively, causing you to gently slap against his chest. 

You did not leave the mess to the cleaners, and as you were cleaning, the paperwork on Keigo’s desk caught your eye, very much unfinished. The thought of a repeat of what happened earlier made you excited but also reminded you to maybe bring some towels from home next time.

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Is this hole taken?

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It's me downstairs helping him relax;)