Mine Now.
includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. past dabi x reader.
warnings— fem petnames, cuckholdry. steal your girl. hawks is a lovesick puppy and not very nice here but i think that makes him cuter.
Keigo is a good person.
A sick, vile thrill builds up in the back of his throat. He shouldn't be feeling this way. It's unbecoming of him. He's good, he swears, he's a good person.
He's a good person. Right?
And yet...
He knows he has a possessive nature that he keeps stuffed down like an overpacked suitcase, under the cobwebs of his bed; but pressure builds and builds, entangles and distorts his morals.
He's a good guy, really. And yet, imagining the look on Dabi's face as he has his pretty girlfriend drooling, falling apart on his cock?
Yeah. Yeah, he can't help but indulge.
It's not his fault you're so goddamn pretty. So sweet, so kind to him. Irresistable. It's not his fault you light the sparks in his chest that he thought died with his upbringing.
This is love.
He's doing this because he loves you. He's desperately marking your neck as his own, digging his claws into your ass and pulling you into his thrusts because he loves you.
"Hawks–" you choke out, arms thrown over his shoulders, as you bump your hips out to take him deeper, deeper. "Please, please, please–"
"I know, princess, I know," he breathes low into the crook of your neck. "You can take it– good girl, fuck."
He bets he stretches your guts better than anybody else. Better than he ever could. No wonder you're screaming on his dick so loudly, he bets Dabi doesn't fuck you like this. At that, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts before lifting your hips and putting all his focus into you.
He wants to see you come apart for him again– needs to, or he just might snap and come apart himself. What is this, the fourth time you've creamed on his cock tonight? The fifth? Doesn't matter, he decides. God help him, he's getting you to ten.
This is so much better than all the times he's imagined it, all the times he left league meetings with a convincing, plastic smile on his face, just to fuck his fist raw to the way you crossed your arms and leaned against the table to smile at him. You unknowingly gave him quite the eyeful, you know. Such a sweet thing, you didn't even notice.
He wants to tell you all about how Dabi doesn't deserve you. Instead, his finger gently lifts your chin, sharp eyes meeting yours. It's intimate, the way you pant into each others' mouths. He thinks he's obsessed.
Hushed, he dares to ask, "be with me?" You gasp at him with wide, lovestruck eyes. He's so kind, so warm, like the sun. You've never had a man treat you with such reverence. He holds you like glass, like he'd fall apart too if you did. "Stay with me," he pleads.
You know exactly what he means. He greedily swallows every cute little "uh-huh" you squeak out in response.
Good people deserve rewards, don't they?
And Keigo is a good person, after all. You're his sweet little prize for it.
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I drew this instead of getting out of bed again (Pinterest photo ref)
This style is fun! :D I should probably focus more on the anatomy and proportions though...
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