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metranart · 1 year ago

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“You… you’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice sounded so close that your eyes flew open to find him crouching in front of you.

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 4)

Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

You could feel his hand insistently yanking you towards him. He was about to lose control again but kept fighting back. The hero didn’t want to choke you on his cock, but you were taking your sweet time and that made him a dangerous, and highly impatient, lover.

“—Don’t make me shove it down your throat, kid.”

He half begged, half demanded in a breathy voice, subtly smearing the reddened tip against your close lips, eyes shutting tight while he refrained himself from slap you across the face with it. He could clearly see the uncertainty in your young face, surely you had already blown someone, but not an adult, not a full-grown cock, wide and meaty, curved just a little for your greatest pleasure. Hawks was frighteningly large and thick for an inexperienced teenager.

His head fell back as he bit his lip, hard, taking several deep breaths, as if trying to suck it up like a pro instead of letting his rut have a smashing win.

“Don’t be scared—” He pleaded. “Just-just… this will work…,” his hips thrusted, kneading his erection against the warm skin of your cheek, heavy balls kissing your lips at the suddenness of the motion. “Fuck—it hurts.”

Hawks was really making and effort to let you take the lead. Shutting your eyes for a moment, your mind went back to when you blew one of your classmates after a training session, both so excited that it was inevitable, he returned the favor a few days later, it was the first time someone eat you and it became your dirtiest little secret, then why, why was it taking you so much to open your mouth for Hawks.

“You… you’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice sounded so close that your eyes flew open to find him crouching in front of you.

His pupils blown wide as he stared into your eyes, warm breath fanning your face. He even smelled nice- like mint and honey... and so devastatingly handsome, it hurt.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but it was immediately covered by his lips. Ferocity was the trademark of this kiss, the blond bit, licked, sucked and ravaged your mouth like you’d never experienced before. Leaving you openly heaving.

The soft, endearing look on his face, gently screamed to you that the man facing you wasn’t the hero anymore.

“Mate.” Keigo branded you in a deep voice, inoffensively rubbing against you like a cat in heat, the kindness that dripped from his tone could have bring any woman to his knees, yet it only sent shivers down yours. “My, sweet elusive mate.”

“M-mate?” you repeated, swallowing the lump in your throat, due to the implications of the word.

“Say it.” His blown pupils shone dangerously like sharp obsidian, and he waited with bated breath.

“Mat—”

“No.” Hawks cut you off, “say my name,” his stare so firmly set on you, it scared you. “Keigo...” he shared calmly, yet didn’t look it, “My name is Takami Keigo.”

The revelation cracked your serenity… did Hawks just blown his secret identity?? What the fuck?! According to Aizawa sensei, that kind of information was extremely sensitive, only shared with close family, a few privileged friends and… and mates for life.

Fear contorted your features at the realization, this couldn’t be happening… how did your quirk twisted his mind so extremely? This was a nightmare, was the blowjob still an option, or—

“Don’t… please, please—… stop crying, I will take care of you…” You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he began to clean the tears with soft kisses, forehead pressing against yours to try to convince you. “I swear. I won't hurt you, you’ll be so, soooo precious to me, my wife—my mate!”

His lips trailed over your face, like sealing his promises against your skin… cheeks, jaw, forehead, eyelids, and even up your earlobes. Hawks scented you whole, you could hear his ragged breathing, loud and conflicted, almost animalistic.

And that was when you felt it, his feathers wrapping around your wrists and ankles like shackles clinging to your skin.

“Hawks—Hawks, please…” you sniffled the words, “… I can still blow you—”

The tips of his fingers prevented you from keep talking, and he only shook his head, standing up.

Dammit! The only thing you had blown was your chance to walk out of there with your virginity intact. You were so screwed, all options closing in front of your eyes, watching him in horror, slip out of his jacket along with his shirt, discarded on the floor next your hope.

“Take off your panties and shirt—” he indicated, cheeks blazing with heat, a few drops of sweat sliding down the side of his face and half-lidded eyes, panting like he was not getting enough oxygen into his lungs, “your bra too, I want to see your tits bouncing while I breed you—” instead of start stripping you sobbed, and he growled, knuckles white at how hard he was tightening his fists.

“—You can keep the skirt…” he conceded, as if he were being remarkably gracious by allowing it.

“You are a Pro Hero, you can´t—”

“MINE.” He growled lowly, crouching again, seizing you like a wild cat until you were against the wall, made you fall on your ass and then, in almost studied moves, straddled you over his wide thighs, knitting your legs at each side of his lap, sprawling you wide for him, your little fighting hands were no match for his strength and dexterity, every time you unplugged one of his hands away, the other replaced it, getting so close that it was impossible for you to see anything but him and once having you in the optimal position, held you there for a minute to admire you, mesmerizing you with his awfully sharp predatory gaze to distract you from his slippery hands ripping your panties away. It was only when you felt the cold air that you found your struggle again. “.... Knock it off already, kid...”

He sounded heartbreakingly conformist, as if he had given up trying to stop himself, as if he didn't care about your opinion on the matter, but you kept fighting, begging, sobbing.

"Hawks...you have-e to control your-yourself, don't give up...” you stuttered the words to the best of your ability, “I swear—I'm not going to tell anyone about this.”

The sardonic chuckle along with his head tilting to the side and his eyebrows rising incredulously to his hairline, almost made him look like the real victim in the situation.

“First you force me into an early rut—and now you blame it on me?!” The disbelieve in his tone was palpable, he looked almost offended, and you looked away, embarrassed by the reality you had chosen to forget.

“Look at me, kid.” He demanded, but you refused to acknowledge him, pushing him to grip your chin and force you to face him, even if you tightened your eyes, the tears slipped out, but he was beyond that. All his mercy and patience eaten away by his roaring instinct, cornered between his hormonal brain and his unconcluded rut, you OWED him.

He was done playing the wooing game, you had it coming, you had your chance to tame him, but you didn’t use it, now the outcome was far from being his fault, he just couldn’t care anymore, now he was hunting for sweet and fulfilling, release.

“Open your fucking eyes...”

He didn’t scream, he didn’t even raise his voice, even so, the firmness of it, commanding and inflexible, edged you to obey.

“Stop FUCKING fighting me.” His grip grew tighter on your chin when your lips pouted, yet his eyes seemed void of tolerance, “If you could just behave yourself like the fucking hero you are aiming to be...” he pinched your UA uniform skirt to emphasize his point, “this would be so much better for you—for the both of US,” he let go, once felt had your entire attention, “......—but you just have to be a little brat, don’t cha?” he snarled the words, gaze narrowing while trying to countervail his elaborated breathing.

His hard stare was too heavy on you, too charged with feelings you couldn’t deal with. Guilt, anger, frustration, lust, resentment.... shame, all mixed and ready to burst, in the less than fulfilling, angry sex you were cooking for yourself.

So, you strive to understand and listen to him, because actually, Hawks was right. You were aiming to be a hero, you had screwed thing up to this level, you needed to step up and behave accordingly. This blast of self-awareness driving you to finally speak.

“You´re right...” you squeaked out, raspy and weak, throat sour from crying. “...What-what do I have to—”

“Just stop fighting me.” Hawks cut you off, burdensomely. Didn’t seem touched or even proud of you taking on your responsibility, all he seemed was desperate and hungry for you to stop unlatching his hands off you. And you did, granting him a free pass to maneuver you at his liking.

“Good girl.” He hummed, less frustrated and without asking lifted your skirt up your thighs, “here we go,” leaning, planted a velvety kiss on your neck as your reward for behave, and without delay traced your cunt with his thumb, the sensation shook your core, making knots inside your tummy, driving a low whine from your throat while his thumb made itself at home over the bundle of nerves.

“Hawks—”

“Keigo.” He corrected, absentmindedly, “Takami Keigo—…. or love, baby, darling, sweetheart, mate… there’s a wide variety for you to choose…” he said, as if nothing wrong, as if his thumb weren’t keeping its steady pace on your clit. Driving you to the edge in demanding, circled motions, not too slow not too fast, he didn’t want to deal with overstimulation too soon in the race. The experienced Hero was aiming to make you slippery as possible for it not to hurt as much as it will.

But you weren't helping his self-control, how Keigo loved that you were like a broken songbird, stuttering a load of broken and unconcluded moans, without a doubt a clean slate, his little virgin, his to trash and soil to his liking. So, he grew confident enough to worm two long fingers inside your slit to aid his quest, bending them against your stomach found that spongey place inside every female that made her see stars, and without a single care, abused the spot until you were squirming and wailing under his masterful administration.

“You can do it, sweet one, c’mon.” He groaned, picking up the pace of his fingers, jabbing into that spot at an unholy speed. Fucked his carefulness not to drive you to the ugly side of overstimulation, he was losing it. You were HIS mate, you´ll need to learn how to please him. “It feels good.... like I promised baby, c’mon.” He was practically licking his lips in anticipation when you cried out, unable to stop yourself when your core tightened and you came, HARD—so fucking hard that you even squirted, for the first time ever, a long spurt of pleasure that washed all over his abdomen, shining his abs in your love juices.

“I´m so... so-sorry...” You heaved, totally out of breath and strength, feeling strangely exhausted, too ashamed to even look him in the eye. “I didn´t know—I have never....”

“I’ll bet.” Hawks said, smirking wildly, perverted pride marring his words.

The eager Hero was about to lose it, overly agitated over your little squirting fount, you basically ticked all the requirements in his dream woman, you were definitely his person, and that thought excited him to no end.

Keigo smeared his palm over his slick abdomen, and palmed his length, coating his stiff cock on your juices, pumped himself in long and lazy strokes, you couldn't see it thanks to your palms covering your face, but you had his utter and most committed admiration solely on you, he had decided it in that exact moment, no doubt about it in his mind... he was going to knock you up, and keep you for himself.

“You on birth control?” He called, right as he started to align with your entrance, bulling your narrow slit with the head of his cock.

“N-no,” you choked out, drawing a boisterous chuckle out of him.

“Goody, goody.” He sing-sang, shit eating grin almost cracking his face in two. “I wanna be a daddy,” said, slipping a finger inside of you, then adding a second to seize how stretched you were. “It´ll have to do.” He muttered under his breath and pinching your clit to draw you out of your sheepishness, locked his gaze with yours while outstandingly slow, began to split you open.

You jolted at the sudden invasion, eyes popping open from shock alone. “W-wait...... let me-let me think it through.... I-I don´t.....AHHHHHH—” you choked out a high-pitched scream at the feeling of your little cunt being slowly breached, it hurts! It hurt so bad that you desperately tried to push him out, but he was massively stronger than you, and had a solid grip to work with.

“Use your quirk to stop me....” he purred amused, resting both forearms in each side of your head against the wall, “—if you can, kid.”

Demurely, kept going, burying himself deeper, stretching you so wide that it felt like an entire forearm was stuffing you, you trashed and clawed at his chest, shoulders and neck to no avail, until without warning he sheathed completely in one swift roll of his hips, dragging a deaf cry out of you.

“That’s it~” he muttered too far gone into his own pleasure, you were so wet, preparing you first was more rewarding than he thought it´ll be, “Shit, fuck,” the winged hero held himself rooted deep inside you, heavy balls plush against your center, tears were falling freely now but it didn’t seem to faze him at all, “That’s it—dammit! That´s what I was fucking talking about.” You were vaguely aware of Hawks swearing like a prayer, doing the extra mile to stay very still for you to be able to accommodate around him. Panting heavily against your hair as you foolishly tried to wiggle away, only driving a low, pleasurable rumble from his broad chest.

“Oh, poor kid! that´s the best you can do, huh?” He almost sounded apologetic, edging in sarcastic but it didn’t stop him from leaning closer, you could feel a feather slice your bra, and you whimpered when one of his hands wrapped around your naked breast and squeezed.

“You have a good pair of tits on you, my little stutterer.” The Hero praised, and you felt overly violated.

No! you didn't want to keep going, you were afraid, and he wasn’t even gentle. You felt him twitch inside you, the tip of his cock against your cervix just waiting for his owner to give the command, and you tried one last, pitiful time.

“Ple-please.... Hawks, please-e, let me …... let-let me go-o.....” You begged between broken sobs.

“You stutter so prettily — it fucking breaks my heart to have to do THIS.”

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