Inumaki Toge is the sweetest guy you know. He’s always so kind and courteous when he holds the door open for you first, or extends a warm palm to let you walk up the stairs in front of him. There’s so many sick, nasty freaks out there so you’re lucky to know a guy like him— even if he sends you terrible memes that he thinks are so funny (if you’re under nine maybe.)
But one afternoon you unlock your phone to see Inumaki’s sent you a photo. Assuming it’s another shitty meme from the first text he sent “saw this and thought of you.”
And you have no idea that he’s now freaking out on the other side of the phone because instead of sending you the hilarious alpha wolf meme that he’s just found on Pinterest, he’s sent you the last photograph in his camera roll— the photo he’d just taken a few hours earlier when you were leaving your favourite bakery.
A photo of his camera angled perfectly beneath your short skirt (almost as though he’s done it before) with an obvious peek of the baby pink panties that you’re still wearing right now.
Because how the fuck is he going to explain this to you—
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[KINKTOBER] — cockwarming w/ hawks!
cw. female!reader, 18+ content, cockwarming (obviously), mdni, i'm incapable of not adding fluff to a smut fic it seems.
⸺ Keigo’s a busy man. He didn’t necessarily want to be one, but those are simply the cards he’d been dealt in the game of life. All his days are chock-full of never-ending to-do-lists. Sneaking in a quick moment with his pretty girl is, therefore, becoming increasingly difficult.
⸺ And so, he uses that innovative brain of his, and settles on a solution. If his work takes him away from you, he will simply take you to his work. He still has to do his job, that tiring amount of paperwork, but, well, it feels a lot less tiring when you’re perched on his lap.
⸺ Of course, he will never let you tag along when he has to act out the more practical side of his job—but as soon as he makes it back to the office? You best know your ass is glued to his lap.
⸺ Don’t even try leaving. Keigo will frown, and pout, and whine, and lay his chin on your shoulder as he asks why you want to leave him all alone so badly. He did always have a thing for the dramatics. He is ridiculous. Annoying to a fault. But doesn’t that just make him more lovable? You certainly think so. Besides, the triumphant grin he wears once you give in is worth a thousand of his mini tantrums.
⸺ The tables turn after a while. Now he’s the one annoyed at you, at the way you keep moving, keep shifting in his arms. At this point, he’s convinced you’re doing it on purpose. Which you absolutely did not.
⸺ Still, he keeps his composure. His adam's-apple bobbing in his throat as he watches you get comfortable, stealing a sneaky glance your way every now and then. Somehow, it seems you never get comfortable; never satisfied at your current position.
⸺ Keigo ignores you. He ignores you until he can’t stand it any longer. “Fucking—Fuck! Stop it, you…” He exclaims, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.
⸺ And yet, all you do is throw him your smuggest smile. The glint in your eyes is as devilish as ever as you purposefully grind over his crotch. He loses it at that, a heavy snarl leaving him before both of your cheeks are squished together by the tight hold of his hand. If you squeak in surprise, he'll only apply more force.
⸺ “Fine. You want my cock so badly? Let’s see how well you take it, hm?”
⸺ Spoiler: you don’t take it well at all. Especially not when he’s all the way in, his firm balls pressing up against your ass to make sure you’re taking absolutely every inch he has to offer.
⸺ Your slick drips down his base, and still he’s just sitting there. Typing away at his keyboard, sending his little emails, even making calls—the palm of his hand presses against your mouth to stifle your needy whimpers.
⸺ Don’t you dare try moving again, he will threaten to pull out, and he will act on that threat.
⸺ So, you sit quietly and obediently, a stifled whine or interrupted sutter slipping out every now and then as he reaches across the desk to get a pen.
⸺ You wordlessly beg him to move, you paw at his chest, his shoulders; you tug on his hair, you even stroke the base of his feathers. It sends shivers down his spine, you can see.
⸺ You’re needy, tethering on the edge of a lust-filled frenzy, and, yet, all of it diminishes as soon as he delicately cups the back of your head. Keigo pushes you into his chest, presses a soft kiss on your temple, and sighs.
⸺ He doesn’t have to say it. The way he sighs, and the way his arms hold you, speak for him. This is all he can give you right now. He wants you, maybe even more than you want him, but he can’t right now.
⸺ You frown, and decide to make things a little easier on your already-struggling boyfriend. With a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, you settled down in his lap again—trying hard not to think about his tip brushing against your inner walls.
⸺ You can’t always have Keigo, so you’ll take him whenever and however you can.
⸺ Keigo finishes work quicker once you become pliant in his lap. The feel of your pussy wrapped around him is now more soothing and comforting, the warmth of it having him relax and thus get through the difficulties of work easier.
⸺ He’s got time to spare once he’s done. The only worthy way to spend it is, of course, to fuck you silly on his hard, wooden desk. As a reward for being so docile, if you will. You take him perfectly, as you always do.
⸺ You sit on his cock more often than not after this, and the entire office is wondering how Keigo’s sudden increase in workplace efficiency came to be.
⸺ Keigo, all smiles and full of glee, goes to tell them happily. You smack him over the back of his head before he can get the words out.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.
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