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Behaviour adjustment | Yandere Hawks x reader

Yandere Hawks? Yandere Hawks.

Tw.: Yandere themes; dark content; abusive relationship; implied kidnapping; pussy spanking; non/dub-con; 18+ content, MDNI.

"Now, now, what should we do about this, hm?"

The sword-like feather traveled over your body. You shuddered when you felt the tip grazing your right nipple.

"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be good, I promise."

"Shhh", he coos, caressing your cheek while your chest rose with your uncontrollable cries. "We talked about this, my dove. Actions have consequences."

You sob audibly. "No, Keigo, please. I'm so sorry."

The winged pro hero only smiled at you. Sweetly, others would say, but his eyes tell no lies.

Hard, sharp, hawk eyes.

"I know you are, little bird. But we need to fix this behavior. It's becoming a pattern at this point." He clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head slightly.

You couldn't deny it if you were to be honest. Ever since Takami Keigo, the charming hero you once gushed over, took you in — as in literally kidnapping you — five months ago, you repeated the never-ending cycle: Him trying to flood you with his over-sick love; you fighting against it; he punishing you for it; you seeking some kind of comfort; him trying to flood you with his over-sick love... And all over again.

Right now, you find yourself kneeling in front of him, naked as the day you were born, hands tied behind your back using one of his feathers. Your chest is thrust out towards him and your legs spread apart as part of his first punishment, designed to make you feel as vulnerable as possible. This is always how it begins, he would bare you to him, making you expose yourself as he lectured you on all the things you did wrong. Then, he proceeds to tell you exactly what your punishment would be, raising your anxiety even before he starts to act.

All this because you refused to sit still as his pretty little wife should do and eat dinner from the fork he was offering you, choosing to spit it on him as a rebel act. Not your best move, you now see. Looking back, you would give everything to just return to the beginning of the night and let him hand-feed you as he wishes, pretending to be a romantic, sugary-sweet couple.

His wings rose behind him, making him look even bigger. "So, little bird, what should we do, uh?"

"Please, Keigo, my love." You force the sickening words out, just how he likes. "Can we please go back to dinner? I promise I'll be good, you can feed me, just pl-"

"Oh? Am I your love now?" His expression didn't change. Sweet, charming face with eyes as sharp as the feather-blade he holds in his grip. "How did you call me just a moment ago again?"

"I... I'm so-"

"That's not what I asked you."

Your lips quivered. “I c-called you sick.”

“Hm? Is that so?” The feather goes up until the tip is playing with your throat. “Are you sure, dove?”

“S-sick-fuck.”

“Now that’s what I remember.” He patted your cheek with the flat part of the feather, as if praising you. You close your eyes in reflex. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Your eyelids open in a second, body recognizing his harsh tone and obeying like second nature. You know you can’t move if you don’t want to make him furious, because in five months you find out that, as bad as this is, he can be much, much worse. So you just brace yourself internally and endure.

“So,” he walks closer to your frame, shadowing you. “Would a sick-fuck take care of you like I do? Feed you? Love you?”

You shook your head, trying your best not to cry, move, close your legs, or do anything that would make this really, really bad for you.

“What else did you do?”

“I spat food on you.”

“Do you think you deserve to eat dinner at the table with me right now?”

“No.” You croaked, voice barely audible.

“We could have been cuddling on the couch right now, angel. You know I hate to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes, my love.” The words are poisonous in your tongue. Just a glance at his bulging pants would tell you exactly how much of a lie that was. Keigo Takami enjoyed everything that had to do with you, especially your punishments.

The long feather went down slowly, passing through the valley between your breasts, touching your navel, and finally, to your dread, you felt the crimson material touch your more sensitive part. Keigo smiled sweetly at you as you tried your best to keep from closing your legs shut, softening the feather just enough not to cut you. Suddenly, he flexed his arm, bringing it down and up in a flash.

You shriek loudly, breaking position and landing on your side with your legs pressed closed. Keigo just hit your folds with the feather like a whip, his pro hero strength making it worse than it should be. You felt the sting with only one strike.

“Get back.” He pointed at the place you were mere seconds ago, as an owner would to a pet.

You look up at him with blurry eyes. “No, Keigo, please.”

“Get back to your position or I’ll make you.” You sobbed, scrambling to do as he told with your arms still tied behind your back. “Spread wide.”

“I’ll be good, Keigo, please. I’m so..”

“Hold your pose. If you close your legs or try to get away, I’ll make it worse.”

If his words weren’t convincing enough, you knew his tone very well at this point to believe he would. You pressed your knees on the cold floor, pushing your chest out and legs open like you knew he enjoyed. You were shaking.

“Deep breaths, angel.” He softened his tone, the bastard. “We need to correct your behaviour. Let’s work together, yeah?”

Your nails dig crescent moons in your palms as you tried to nod, in a weak attempt to please him.

“Good girl, that’s my good angel.” He praised, caressing your face before pushing his arm back, feather working like a whip in his hand. You braced yourself for the impact.

SWISH

You cry out when it made contact with your sensitive pussy, falling back again despite his warnings.

“Angel, we talked about this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sobbed, trying to get back as soon as possible, while he looked at you as a misbehaving child.

SWISH

Your voice rose again, but this time you took extra effort not to fall, only closing your legs slightly before correcting yourself. Keigo didn’t soothe you, waiting.

SWISH

The strikes in your sensitive folds didn’t falter in strength and precision, and as he kept going, you felt like your lower parts were on fire, knowing you would feel the effects of that punishment for days. The worst part was trying to maintain the position he wanted you to, knowing that it wouldn’t end soon until you could keep from flinching too hard.

SWISH

You were straight up crying right now, losing count of how many hits you received. Your tights shook with the effort, and your mind fought against all your instincts of hiding away from the pain. Keigo didn’t only want you to get hurt; he wanted you to willingly surrender your will to him, participating actively in your own punishment, as if you had any other choice.

“Last one, now.”

You watched through blurry eyes as he prepared himself for the next blow, having two seconds to steel yourself before it came back, full strength. You were getting better at keeping your pose, but you definitely weren’t ready for this one. Now, you were sure that he was holding himself back before, because nothing could stop you from falling and curling into a ball on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cried, sobbing, terrified that he would start all over again for your breach of position. You barely noticed Keigo’s hands cradling you as his feathers released your wrists from their grip.

“Shh, shh, that’s my good angel. We’re almost done, dove.”

“N-no, no Keigo, please, no more.” You were hyperventilating at this point, anxiety hitting you hard.

“Hey, hey, no more whipping, baby bird. Calm down. How did we practice? Deep breaths, come on, breathe with me, baby.”

You follow his lead, without the mental strength to hate yourself for needing him at this moment. “Please, Keigo.” You begged, gripping his shirt to ground yourself.

“It’s almost over, love. But we need to do one more thing for your behavior adjustment. Can you do that for me, angel? It’ll be good again when we get over this.”

He gave you a minute to steady your breath, praising you and stroking your hair. When you finally calmed down, he kissed you on your cheekbone and pushed himself up to his feet again. To your horror, you immediately missed his warmth.

“On your knees again, sweet thing. Almost over.”

You didn’t even try to resist as you obeyed this time. Looking up at his tall frame with red, puffy eyes.

“You’re so damn pretty, my angel. But you did hurt my feelings, you know that, right?” He sighed. “All you need to do is accept your place in this house, and everything will be perfect again.”

Keigo pulled his hair back before a wicked glint appeared in his golden eyes, wings flapping with a sick excitement. “Well, I guess since you had such a smart mouth to call me that bad name and to spit on my face…” You wanted to shrink into yourself at his words, almost opening your mouth to apologize again, but his gaze told you not to interrupt him. “I think it needs a little lesson as well. Maybe tonight, what you really need is a different diet. You know, another thing to swallow.”

Dread pooled in your belly, along with utter disgust. You could see it tightening his pants. He was hard, rock hard. Hawks could be a Greek god for the media, but to you, he was nothing but your kidnapper. The man who took away your life, your job, your family, your friends. The man who keeps you locked in his big, stupid, empty house, cleaning and cooking like a good little housewife. The one who gets turned on as you cry in pain.

He must have seen that rebellious thought written all over your face, because in a second his discarded long feather were flying to his hand again. He clicked his tongue.

“Guess your pretty pussy isn’t sore enough, uh? Let’s try that again before we come back for this second part.”

Your eyes opened like saucers when he rolled his right shoulder, as if preparing his arm to start another whipping round.

“What, no! No, Keigo, please, it’s enough.” Your legs pressed against each other in reflex, and you whimpered when your pained flesh made contact with it.

“No?” He sounded amused, tilting his head in false confusion. “I’m not sure you learned your lesson, baby bird. We need to make this really clear, don’t you think?”

“I learned,” you were quick to answer, soreness very vivid on your lower half. “I promise.”

“Did you? Let me see, uh?” He crouched in front of you and you almost flinched back before you stopped yourself. “C’mon, show me how sore it is.”

Be good. Be good and it’ll be over. Just be good. You repeated internally. He would get what he wanted one way or another.

Swallowing all your pride and drawn in humiliation at his little mischievous grin, you slowly spread your legs to him, face and chest hot in shame.

“Oh, look at that.” He snickered and you almost cry again. “Isn’t that a pretty color, hm?” His hand reached out, two fingers finding your swollen abused clit. You whimpered, closing your legs on his arm. He breaths a laugh, rolling his fingers slowly. “You want this, angel? Want to feel good?”

“Please, Keigo.” You beg, closing your eyes, forcing yourself to be steady for him.

“Tell me, is it sore enough? Be honest.”

You nod your head quickly.

“Use your words.”

“It’s sore, Keigo, please, I learned, please.”

“Aw, poor baby. Want me to make it better?” His skilled fingers travelled up and down, and you bucked your hips, whimpering again. “Say it.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?”

Your mind was carrying you away, starting to get lost in the feeling of his digits on you. “Please, Keigo, make it better.”

“Aw, that’s too bad, uh?” You blinked, surprised. “Should have thought about that before misbehaving.”

SMACK.

“Ah!” You screamed, falling back, hot pain flashing again when he slapped your clit. Hard.

“On your knees.” His tone was changed, cold, dark. He got up again, the shadow of his giant wings covering you. “Show me how sorry you are, and we can forget about this. You’re not cumming tonight. I am. And you’re gonna swallow it all. Open it, tongue out.”

Your lips quivered as you watched him unbutton his pants, soon revealing his girth. Long and veiny.

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

And yet again, here you were, opening your mouth like a trained pet. He positioned himself in front of you, tip touching your tongue. You almost recoil at the taste of his pre-cum dripping on it.

You knew better.

“C’mon, I’m waiting.”

Working your courage, you licked a path from his base to his tip, and for a moment, delighted yourself when Keigo moaned, throwing his head back. Yes, you could pretend that this was you in control, your doing. So you repeated, slower.

“Fuck, angel!” He groaned, hand flying to the top of your head. “Put it in.”

You almost snickered. Yes, you were doing that. Big, strong Hawks could beg if he so wishes. You did it again.

His eyes snapped at you, wild. “Playing games? I’ll show you a game.”

Before you could react, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head back, hurting your neck. You gasped, and in a second, your mouth was filled.

“Keiugh.” You try to say his name, eyes bulging as you feel his hard member going all the way in without further preparation. A sudden cough rose in your chest, gag reflex working its way faster than it should. He held you there for a moment, and you pushed at his legs, tears forming in your eyes as you felt your breath faltering.

One. Two. Three.

You gasped, sucking in the air audibly when he finally pulled out. Your chest rose and fell.

“I gave you a chance, dove. I’ll lead from now on. Open.”

“Wait, pleas-hmmm!”

He didn’t gave you any other warning before starting to face-fuck you. Hard and fast.

You gripped his tights, trying your best to breathe through it.

“Fuck, angel. Just like that. Gonna sleep with a cum-filled belly and a burning pussy, yeah?”

The grip on your hair didn’t loosen as he kept face-fucking you for his own pleasure. It wasn’t about you. It was never about you. Tears wetted your cheeks, your throat burned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It was like an eternity. Your eyes rolled back when he pushed your head all the way in, nose touching his pelvic bone. Keigo let out the sinful of moans when he finally, finally, exploded in your mouth, hot ropes of cum filling your throat.

You gagged again, but he held you steady. When you thought you wouldn’t handle anymore, he stepped back, hand still holding your head up. You felt like breathing again.

“Fuck, angel.” He cursed under his breath, taking a good look at you.

Messy, crying, glistened face. Fucked up. All his.

“Open your mouth, show me.”

You did as you were told, like a robot. Throat sore, pussy sore, jaw slack.

Keigo smiled, panting, seeing the way you swallowed it all. He bent over to your face, caressing it with both hands, as a caring lover would do.

“So, baby bird.” He laughed to himself, as if telling an inside joke. “Enjoyed your dinner?”

Ok, this was supposed to be a drabble... I get carried away. Oopsie.

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Love you. Angie <33

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