#keigo takami x black reader

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

In A Rut (Monster!Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Keigo “Hawks” Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: You haven't seen your boss around the office in a while ever since he started feeling "under the weather", but when you decide to visit him one day to cheer him up with some soup, you realize that this isn't a normal spring cold. Your boss is in heat and you, his good little assistant, are the only one who can help him cure it.

Warnings: Monsterfucking; Monsterfucker!Reader; Mild Power Play; Boss x Assistant; Mild BDSM; MDom/fsub; Marking; Heat Symptoms; Hawks Has a Big ol’ Dick; Deepthroat; Cunnilingus; Sloppy, Rough Sex; Scent Play; Overstimulation; Ownership; Multiple Orgasms; Multiple Creampies; Multiple Positions; Cum Play; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Happy spring, y'all!! 💐💐🌼🌼🌻🌻 Fucking FINALLY winter & the cold is gone! Now that the weather is heating up, I wanted to write something about my favorite birdman suffering from heat. Enjoy! -Jazz

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You’re worried about Mr. Takami. 

Or “Hawks” as he’s told several of his employees, staff, and interns to call him around his agency time and time again. But as his personal assistant for over a year, you take respect and professionalism very seriously. 

Hawks is one of the most laidback bosses you’ve had in your professional career. He doesn’t make you fetch coffee unless you’re getting some for yourself, he’s flexible with deadlines, he lets you go home early despite the workload, and has all of his employees take off on Fridays…which he also pays for. 

Though it’s a nice change, you also can’t help but be wary of Hawks. It isn’t that he’s a bad guy. He is considerably nice––always greeting you in the mornings; checking up on you in the afternoons; letting you use his office when he isn’t in it, etc.

But he is also extremely cocky. It comes with the territory of being pro hero #2, you suppose, but the way he saunters into the office every Monday through Thursday in his designer clothes and Rolex watch always rubs you the wrong way. 

Not to mention he’s a humongous flirt. Your friend calls it being “overly friendly”. She also says he doesn’t flirt with any other woman at his agency like he does you. He always gives you those charming smiles that seem to irk you to no end and puts that flirty lilt in his voice when he speaks to you. Not to mention the constant compliments on your outfits and work that stick with you until the end of your shifts. 

Last week on Monday, the last day you saw him, was no different. You were sitting with your friend at your desk that morning, sipping on your iced coffee before the 9 AM meeting. Your friend was giving you the latest gossip on two employees hooking up in the stairwell during lunch last week when you both saw Hawks sauntering into the office. 

“Shh, shh!” she hushes you even though you didn’t say anything. She straightened up and smiled at your boss, bowing. “Good morning, Mr. Takami,” she chirps. The blonde, in his navy blue suit and red bottoms, gave you each a smile that lingered on you for too long. “Ladies,” he greets. 

You looked away, busying yourself by checking your email. “I’ve got your schedule and plans for today’s meeting for you,” your friend said, passing him a folder. “And your coffee, made by yours truly.” She nudged you, making you narrow your eyes at her. 

“Ah, thank you!” Hawks happily sighed. “And I told you before: just call me Hawks. I don’t need all of that ‘Mr’ shit.” His golden eyes then trailed down to you, his stare making you feel uncomfortable in your long-sleeve blouse. “Thank you, Ms. L/N,” he purrs. “See you at the meeting?” 

He gave you a wink, a hint at his joking manner, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He was always picking on you like this. “I’m required to be there as your assistant so, yes,” you replied, blandly so.

He didn’t think anything of it. “Good,” he hummed happily. “I’ll need my right hand when I get tired of talking or my coffee doesn’t kick in fast enough. Carry on.” 

He gave you a flitting wink before walking off to his office for some time alone. Once gone, your friend fanned herself. “Oh, my God, he’s so fucking fine!” she groaned. You shushed her, hitting her arm. “Come on, his office is right there!” you hissed. “He might hear you!” 

“But isn’t he so fine?” your friend went on, ignoring your warning. “You have to admit that he’s fine!” You chose your words carefully, stirring your straw around in your coffee. “He’s…okay,” you weakly replied. “But he’s our boss! Whatever I think of him doesn’t matter.” At least you told yourself that. 

The meeting was about new anti-discrimination policies in workplaces and merging with UA High and Indeed to create a special job website for aspiring pro heroes and those with quirks. 

You sat across from Hawks and Rumi, his friend and co-owner of the agency, who sipped on her coffee free of cream and sugar. “Took you long enough,” she grumbled to Hawks. “What, you forget to fluff your feathers this mornin’ or somethin’?” 

You giggled to yourself at her joke before the meeting started. You met with Principal Nezu who happily bowed in front of the laptop personally set up to meet his eye level. “Good morning, everyone!” he exclaimed. “I appreciate all of you for your time today, including the Indeed associates, and for Hawks for allowing me to take you away from work for a moment. Now, Hawks, if you would like to share your opinion first?” 

The pro sat back in his chair, legs crossed and glasses perched on his eyes. You secretly liked it when he wore glasses. “I think it’s a perfect idea,” he said with a shrug. “As I’m sure all of you know, my agency is open to all new talent, whether they graduated from UA or not. We don’t discriminate against anyone with a particular quirk or education. As long as they are willing to learn, respect our rules, and participate in training, we will hire them.” 

“But what if the public has concerns about who we hire and whether they will be able to effectively do their jobs with no UA education or license?” one of the Indeed associates asked. Hawks smiled. “I’m glad you asked that.” He nodded at you, smiling warmly. “Y/N, would you mind answering this question? After all, it’s your wonderful brain that came out with such a well-thought-out plan for this.” 

Though you flushed at the compliment, you pushed those butterflies away and stood. “This agency is not new to the scrutiny of the public,” you explain, poised and calm. “Hawks and Nezu-san are proposing the opening of a new pro hero license program for those who cannot afford UA or are over the age of 18. This program would include…” You continued just as you rehearsed, not looking at Hawks who looked dead at you, almost as if he was staring through your clothes. 

When you finally finished, you sat and Nezu thanked you for your well-spoken words. “What is your opinion on that, Hawks?” he asked. The pro didn’t answer, too busy staring at you. Now his eyes were hooded and looked slightly sharper than they were before. You squirmed uncomfortably in your seat, mostly because of how warm his stare made you. 

“Hawks!” Rumi hisses in his ear. The blonde blinked, snapping out of it. “Huh?” he dumbly asked, looking up at the screen. “Are you alright?” Nezu worriedly asked. Everyone was staring at him, including you. He had never acted like this before. “Yeah, just…” He paused, clearing his throat as a flush appeared on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” 

Nezu repeated himself, asking for Hawks’ opinion on the internship program and when he’d prefer to announce it. “It is the spring already, but I believe the summer is when most of my student body will be looking to do internships,” he explained. 

You watched as Hawks’ eyes grew wide at the mention of spring, but he did his best to keep it lowkey. But you noticed. “U-Uh, yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’ll do it in April.” You also noticed his body language for the rest of the meeting: his knee bouncing anxiously; his eyes flicking from yours to back at the screen or down at his papers; his cheeks flushed red. 

Was he sick? Was it the coffee you made? After the meeting, Rumi confronted him on it, grabbing his elbow. “Hey, what the hell happened in there?” she asked. “You looked like you were about to deck Y/N!” 

“I…sorry,” he huffed. “I just…” He paused, seeing you and his eyes roamed over your lower body in your pencil skirt. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he quickly replied before rushing off to his office. You followed him. You don’t know why you did. Maybe you felt obligated to do so as if his assistant. Maybe you just needed to make sure he was okay. 

So you knocked on his door, tentatively so. “Come in,” he raggedly said. You opened the door and automatically closed it behind you. Hawks leaned against his desk, his back to you, breathing concerningly hard like he just got off the treadmill. 

“Mr. Takami?” you questioned. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you walked farther into his spacious, high-rise office. “Hawks, is everything alright?” Hawks didn’t look at you as he spoke: “Y-Yeah,” he replied, still sounding winded. “What’s up?” 

You stood two feet away from him, afraid to get near. You didn’t want to spook him or cross any boundaries. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be writing a ‘thank you’ email on your behalf to Nezu-san and the Indeed associates,” you lied though you were planning on doing that anyway.

But Hawks shook his head. “Don’t bother. You did a good job today, Y/N.” His voice sounded so off. It was usually light and syrupy, but now it sounded deep and raspy. It did things to you. 

“Did I do something wrong?” you blurted, confused at his strange behavior. The blonde quickly shook his head, turning slightly towards you. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms and the feather tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. “No, no, of course not!” he protested. “I’m just…not feeling well.” 

“Well, you know you can always go home,” you said. “We can hold down the fort here like we always do.” Finally, Hawks turned around and you saw how flushed he looked, his cheeks a rouge hue. He gave a smile that felt too intimate. Too adoring. “Thank you,” he sighed. “That’s so like you. Always so professional. Always so sweet.” 

He took a step toward you and instinctively, you took a step back. “M-Mr. Takami?” you weakly asked. He continued to walk to you until you finally stood with your back to the wall, unable to escape him. His cologne clouded your senses, the scent of sweet and spicy invading your nostrils as he stopped in front of you. 

“Y/N,” he began, his voice breathlessly and soft. “I…” He stopped, raising his hand to touch you. And then he stopped, dropping his hand and using it to cover his mouth instead. “I-I’m sorry,” he muffingly said. “You should go. I don’t wanna get you sick.” 

Quickly, he reached beside you with his free hand and opened the door. The sound of chatter, coffee machines, and ringing phones smacked you back to reality. “You should go,” he said, his eyes willing you to do so. So you did and he shut the door in your face, leaving you feeling breathlessly and hot. 

That was over a week ago. After the work day, Hawks headed home and sent out a staff meeting the next morning about being out because of a “spring cold”, but he’d be back soon. “Soon” hasn’t come yet. You haven’t heard anything from him in days! 

It’s starting to worry you. A spring cold can’t last this long. Is it the flu? Is it something else? Plus, no one can seem to get in contact with him. What if something bad happened to him? 

These worrying thoughts swim in your head all week every time you see Hawks’ empty office. 

Finally, you reach your breaking point. You’re not going to call, text, or email him. You’re going to be a good assistant and instead, bring him something to let him know that you’re checking on him. Something to make him feel better. So on Friday, you leave work after your shift and stop by your favorite cafe to buy a bowl of their best chicken noodle soup.

You then drive to Hawks’ penthouse on the Upper East side of the city having kept his address to deliver things from work to his house if need be. When you park your car, you walk to the front door and click a button to buzz to his room. At first, nothing happens, so you press it again. Finally, on the third buzz, someone answers. 

“Yeah?” a deep, raspy, growly voice barks. It startles you. “Uh…I’m sorry, do I have the wrong room?” you ask. “I’m looking for Keigo Takami.” The other end of the line pauses and you think that they left. “Y/N?” they ask, sounding shocked. “Why are you here?” 

You blink at the speaker, shocked that this is your boss talking to you. Why does he sound like that? Is he that hoarse? “I came to give you some soup,” you say, suddenly shy. “I haven’t heard from you in days, so I bought this just to let up your spirits. That must be some cold.” 

You wait for a response, but when he never gives it to you, you begin to feel stupid. This was a mistake. “Well, I’m gonna go now, but I’ll give it to your doorman so he can–” 

“Don’t,” Hawks interrupts though he still sounds strained. “Come up.” You scowl in confusion, wondering if you misheard that, but then his doorman is meeting you at the front door to guide you to the elevator up to Hawks’ penthouse with the soup. 

You take the elevator up, your heart pounding and your hands shaking slightly as they hold the soup. You almost explode from your nerves when you finally make it upstairs and the doors open, revealing Hawks’ beautiful, luxurious, and empty penthouse with an included gameroom, private gym, balcony, pool, mini bar, and expensive-looking kitchen. But he is nowhere to be found. 

You walk further into the living room, your heels clicking across the hardwood floor. “Hawks?” you call. You don’t get any answer right away. The home is uncomfortably silent, making you feel paranoid. “Hawks!” you call again, louder this time. “Where are you?” 

“Upstairs!” he rasps from the staircase leading to the upper floor. “Don’t come up here!” He sounds so pained. In such agony. You place the soup on the counter, confused and worried. What’s going on? Why does he sound like he’s in trouble? 

Not listening at all to your boss’ warning, you slowly head up the steps, taking each tentative step further up in your heels. The hallway is dark when you finally make it upstairs, the only door open being the one at the end of the hallway. It is cracked and through it, you hear the sound of your boss’ soft pants and grunts of pain. Hawks’ bedroom. 

Though something inside of you is telling you to turn around, you persevere and walk towards the bedroom. Slowly, you push the door open, revealing a dark masterbedroom with drawn curtains blocking out the outside world. “Hawks?” you tentatively question. “It’s just me. I just came to–” 

“Go away!” he bellows from inside. “I told you not to come up here!” You jump, startled by the volume of his voice. He’s never yelled at you in such a way. You poke your head inside and gasp at the absolute mess of his bedroom: furniture askew; clothes and empty water bottles discarded on the floor; a rumbled mess of red sheets on the bed.

The smell in the air is thick with sweat and something else. Something tropical. Coconut oil? You look towards the king-sized bed where a heap sits hunched under the sheets which move up and down as it pants heavily. You thought it was just a pile of clothes at first, but no. There’s something under there. 

“Hawks?” you question, your voice wavering in fear. The strange heap stirs, reacting to your voice. It breathes raggedly, almost as if it can’t get enough air in its lungs. “Hawks, what’s going on?” you demand. “Tell me. I want to help you.” 

But he turns away, the sheets shifting as he does. “You can’t,” he whines. “You can’t.” Not being able to take how he sounds anymore, you storm over to the bed and snatch the sheets off of him. There, under the covers, you see your boss with your own two eyes. “H-Hawks?” you whisper. “Is that you?” 

You almost can’t believe it. He has gotten much bigger in the past couple of days since you’ve last seen him, his muscles almost bulging. His pecs are ridiculously big, his nipples hard and perky, and veins protrude from his forearms and hands. Speaking of hands, they barely resemble human hands anymore. Red feathers sprout from his skin and long, sharp talons have grown out of his fingernails like knives. 

When he looks at you, his face is flushed and his eyes are nothing more than red slits, those warm, golden irises gone. But all of those things aren’t even the most shocking to you. You are more shocked by the size of his wings. They have doubled in size, nearly taking up the entirety of the bed, and are red as the purest blood. His feathers shake and ruffle as if someone has run their fingers through them, disturbing their peace. 

He looks shocked to see you and then embarrassed. “I didn’t want you comin’ up here,” he pants. “Didn’t want you seein’ me like…this.” He shifts and sits up so the sheet falls off of him, revealing his naked body to you. He is flushed and coated in sweat all over his tan skin and toned muscles. Your eyes trail down his abs and V-line to his cock which is way too obvious to look away from. 

He is big and throbbing, the head a blush red and dripping in precum. One mouth-watering, angry vein trails from his shaft up to the head of his cock that twitches. Hawks winces, not looking like he is enjoying this at all. In fact, he looks like he’s in complete agony. You can’t be embarrassed or mortified by this when he looks so awful. “W-What happened to you?” you softly gasp. 

He covers his throbbing dick with the sheet, but it’s no use. You can still see it protruding from underneath it, creating an obvious tent. “I’m in heat,” he sighs. “It’s what us mammals go through around this time. A spring thing.”

He wipes the sweat off of his forehead, his blonde hair soaked in it. “That’s why I’ve been hiding,” he explains. “I’ve been here tryna get through this, but I just…can’t!” 

He grabs at his hair, running his hands through it. Now you understand it: his absence; the transformation; the smell of coconut oil in the air. You feel yourself blush, feeling hot in your clothes. All of this because he’s horny?

“How long does it last?” you curiously ask, but you’re not even sure you want to know. Hawks sighs, looking doomed. “Either a day or months depending on if my heat is satisfied.” 

“Months?” you gasp. “Are you in pain?” 

Hawks’ face screws up, triggering something in your core. “Terrible, baby,” he groans, wrapping a hand around his cock, his talons long enough to curl around the entire thing...and he’s at least 12 inches. “I can’t even sleep. I’ve been up for days, sweatin’ through my sheets and tryin’ to cum as many times as I can.” He releases himself and looks down at his hands, clenching them. “But my hands don’t do it for me anymore and I broke my fuckin’ toy.” 

He nods at the fleshlight you didn’t even notice lying near his nightstand, completely broken in half. He completely tore that pussy out the frame, you realize in shock. What the fuck could he do to a real one? “O-Oh,” you exhale. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, running his hand down his sweaty face. “I’m sorry about this, Y/N, really. I didn’t want anyone seein’ me like this.” He looks away from you, appearing so utterly humiliated and ashamed that it pains you. You find yourself not liking him like this: so utterly downtrodden and hopeless. “What can I do?” you blurt. 

He faces you, his slitted eyes widening. “What?” he gasps. “What do you–” 

“I wanna help you, Hawks,” you cut in, already taking off your cardigan to reveal your pretty, pink blouse underneath that you paired with a skirt. “What can I do to help you get through this?” 

He watches you, looking completely stunned and mortified, but his cock also twitches at the sight of your outfit. “No, no, baby, no,” he protests. “Y-You can’t…you don’t need to do this.” But you stand firm on your decision, refusing to leave him like this. “I know I don’t need to,” you firmly respond. “I want to. Just look at you! I can’t let you go on like this.” 

Hawks still doesn’t move, but his cock begins to leak pre for you, dripping down his thick thighs and onto the mattress. The sight is so lewd but so arousing, making your pussy throb indeciently in your panties. You shouldn’t be doing this. There are so many consequences you could face from this…but you also find that you don’t care right now. “Let me help you, Hawks,” you whisper. “Just tell me what I need to do to help you. I’m your assistant, after all.” 

A fire explodes behind Hawks’ eyes, lit with lust and need. A low growl leaves his chest and you find that he has fangs in his mouth. The sight scares and thrills you. “You wanna help me?” he asks in his low, deep voice. “Then take off your clothes.” 

You swallow hard, feeling like you just dry-swallowed a gigantic pill. You start with your blouse, your painted fingernails teasing the buttons before you begin to pop them open one by one. You expose your lacy bra to him, one of your favorites because of how it makes your breasts look: pretty, juicy, and appetizing with the lace trim of the cups adorning them. 

You peel off the blouse and let it fall to your feet. Hawks barely notices it, too busy staring dead at your chest. He slowly begins to pump his cock with his hand, lewd, wet sounds of his pre and coconut oil acting as lubricants drifting to your ears. Under his laser-eyed gaze, you feel like an animal being watched behind a cage. A specimen. It makes you feel slightly uncomfortable, but also hot and bothered to see that you’re affecting him so deeply. 

You then move to your skirt and begin to unzip it, but Hawks puts a hand out to stop you. “Slowly, mama,” he raggedly says. “Don’t rush this.” Biting your lip, you slowly drag the zipper down and then slide the skirt off of your waist, leaving you in just your matching bra and panties. You go to take off your stockings and heels, but he stops you. “Leave ‘em on,” he demands. 

So you stand there, arms at your sides and trembling like a leaf. “Turn around,” he orders, his pink lips parted as he continues to fuck his hand nice and slow. You listen and turn, exposing your ass to him. “Ah, shit,” he hisses, soft pants leaving his lips. “I knew you had a nice ass.” 

You bite your lip, feeling your pussy flutter and throb impatiently. “Sit on the bed and bend over for me,” he orders. “I’m not gonna touch you. I just wanna see you rub that pussy for me, okay?” 

You turn around, staring down at your shoes. “Yes, sir,” you whisper and flush at your words. They just came out of you, as naturally as breathing. 

Hawks shudders, affected by your reply. “Such a good girl,” he sighs dreamily. “I’ll definitely take that over just ‘Hawks’ right now. But ‘Keigo’ works too.” Your face grows hot with a blush, having never referred to him by his first name before. Not wanting to waste his time, you slowly get on the bed and face away from him, your feet tucked under your butt. 

Then you bend over for him, your back arched. “Yes, that’s it,” he encourages, softly panting and the move bouncing slightly from his ministrations on himself. “Pull those panties to the side, baby. Let me see you.” Biting your lip so hard that you’re sure to draw blood, you pull the thin strip of cotton covering your sodden, wet, puffy pussy to the side and expose all of you to him. 

Hawks shudderingly moans at the sight of the wet strand of your arousal connected from your pussy lips to your panties. “God, mama,” he groans. “You have the prettiest pussy. Look how wet you are!” He growls once more, sounding so much like an animal. “You like what you’re doin’ to me?” You can tell he’s started to stroke himself harder, faster, his pants and heavy breaths becoming more intense. “Keigo,” you softly whimper. 

You’ve never been this horny before. Your pussy is about to slide off the bone with how wet it is. 

“That’s right, say my name,” he groans. “Play with your pussy, baby. Don’t let me do this alone.” 

So you do. You sneak your hand down your ass, teasing him before you begin to rub your cunt for him in time with his strokes. A weak moan leaves your lips as you rub your clit in tiny, firm circles, your ministrations impassioned by the sounds leaving Hawks’ lips. He sounds so desperate. So slutty as he pumps his cock, imagining that he’s doing so to your pretty, little pussy. “So fuckin’ cute,” he says, agonized at your beauty and sexiness. “How the fuck are you this adorable?” 

You want to look back and see him, but you get the feeling that he doesn’t want to be watched, so you instead close your eyes and drift away at the sounds of his moans and his lubed cock fucking his hand, making the bed bounce slightly underneath you. You imagine that he’s fucking you like that, his big hands gripping your ass and talons digging into the fleshy part of your ass cheeks. You can almost feel his cock stretching you out, pumping you full again and again as he uses you, doing his best to not break you like he did his fleshlight. 

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. “K-Keigo!” you whine. “Fuck, I’m about to cum!” Hawks groans at your warning, happy to hear this. “Uh-huh,” he pants. “Do it for me, baby. Cum all over those fingers for me.” 

And you do. You rub and flick your clit until it can’t take any more stimulation and explodes all over your hand. Your sweet moans of release push Hawks over the edge. “Fuck!” he bellows, his voice bouncing off of the walls as he cums in his hand, shooting warm cum all over his thighs and stomach. Your moans and whines mix with one another, creating a symphony of pleasure as you both cum together. 

When the high of your orgasms finally fades, you both sit there for a moment, panting and sitting in the reality of your situation. “I…I’m sorry,” Hawks awkwardly huffs.

You don’t answer, unsure of what to say until you turn around and find that he’s still hard. “Keigo!” you gasp. “Y-You’re still–” 

“I know,” he sighs, frustration evident in his handsome face. “Like I said, my hands ain’t doin’ it for me at this point. I need more.”

His slitted eyes, red as crimson blood, narrow at you, a deeper meaning in his words. You gulp, weighing your options but only briefly. You realize you’re thinking more with your pussy than with your head, but the curiosity of feeling Hawks’ wings wrapped around you while he fucks you is too tempting. 

“Keigo, it’s okay,” you softly purr, putting a hand on his thigh. He flinches as if your touch burns him. “We can do more if you need it.” You then dip your fingers between your thighs and come back with them dripping in your cum. His cock twitches at the sight, but he doesn’t have to imagine how you taste for too long. 

You lean forward and put your fingers to his lips. “Use me,” you say, a plea in your voice. “I’m all yours.”

Right then, something in Hawks snaps the moment he wraps his lips around your fingers and greedily sucks your cum off of them. He is no longer entirely human, his animal instincts taking over. He snatches you up and places you in his lap, emitting a small gasp from you at being yanked up so forcefully. “Just tell me ‘no’ if you want me to stop,” he orders. “And tap my thigh three times if I got my cock in that mouth. Understand me?” 

Unable to reply, you wordlessly nod. That’s enough for him. Immediately, he’s on you, pressing a rough yet passionate kiss to your lips, nibbling on your bottom lip and swirling his tongue with yours. His kiss is brutal yet hot; forceful yet careful as he wraps you up in his arms and soft wings. It’s the best kiss you’ve had in your life. 

And the sex he gives you by far trumps all of the other bedroom adventures you’ve had. You’re so glad he gave you a non-verbal safety precaution because Hawks takes the “use” thing literally when he finally gets his dick down your throat. He is as big and thick as he looks, your fingers barely being able to wrap around his girty, throbbing shaft. 

You have to cover his cock in copious amounts of spit and coconut oil just to make it easier to stroke him, Hawks’ crimson, lustful eyes and soft moans encouraging you. “That’s it, baby bird,” he growls, one clawed hand in your hair. “Take me nice and easy.” Though he allows you to slowly take his cock down your throat, it doesn’t do much to ease the stretch of your jaw. 

Unfortunately for you, Hawks’ heat gets the best of him and his impatience rises, making your time to adjust to his size shorter. When he grabs your hair and begins to fuck your face, you have no choice but to take it. He shoves his cock so deep down your throat that your eyes burn with tears and embarrassing, wet gagging sounds leave your mouth as you gurgle around his cock that throbs and pulses in your mouth. 

“Thaaat’s my girl,” Hawks grunts, staring down at you throating his dick. “You’re takin’ this dick like a champ, baby bird, y’know. You could make this a profession if workin’ as an assistant don’t work out.” He takes his cock out and taps it against your tongue, loving how slutty you look for him with your tongue hanging out and makeup a mess. 

“Or you could add this to your duties of bein’ my little assistant,” he hums, smearing his cockhead across your plump lips. “You could fetch my coffee and take this dick over my desk every workday. How would that sound?” He doesn’t allow you to answer as he grabs you again and forces you down onto his cock, groaning at how amazing your wet tongue and soft mouth feel. “God!” he groans. “I hope your pussy is this fuckin’ tight.” 

His curiosity gets the best of him. After a few minutes of fucking your throat like it’s a toy, he pulls out with a moan, giving you heart eyes at the image of your messy hair and sloppy mouth dripping in spit. He holds your face in his big hands, his talons gently caressing your cheeks. “On your back,” he orders. You must go too slow for him because he tosses you down onto your backside himself and quickly ducks between your thighs, his big, feathered hands parting them. 

“K-Keigo,” you stammer, but that’s all you can get out before he’s cutting the waistband of your panties off with his teeth and sliding his big, fat, wet tongue all over your slit.

All words cease to exist as pleasure washes over you which only builds the more his tongue swirls against your clit and inside of you. Your eyes widen and your hands dig into the skin of his muscular back that flexes as he dips his head low to eat you out. His soft wings caress your skin as they wrap around you, making you feel like you’re being pampered from all ends. 

Hawks knows how to run his mouth, but also knows how to work it. His tongue moves magically inside of you, slurping up your juices as his nose and soft lips bump against your clit. You grind your hips up into him, meeting his tongue thrusts while his talons dig into the fleshy parts of your ass.

You can’t keep quiet, too enveloped in the ecstasy you’re feeling. “God, yes, Keigo!” you whine, bucking your hips up. “That feels so fuckin’ good! Keep going, please, ooooh, shit!” 

Hawks gladly takes all of those lovely sounds, moaning into your cunt. He is a rapid, ravenous animal, slurping up your pussy like he’s yearning for it. “So good,” he whines into your clit. “So fuckin’ good.” 

Your orgasm comes rather quickly, that knot in your core threatening to snap as he continues to work his tongue in and out of you. “Fuck, Kei!” you sob. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum! Please let me cum, sir please!” 

“Mmm-hmm,” Keigo hums, sucking gently on your pussy lips. “Do it for me, baby bird. Cum all over my fucking face.” He goes back to eating you out, moving his tongue against that little spot up and inside of you that makes you see stars. “Do it,” he growls in his deep, gravelly voice. “Fuckin’ cum for me. Give it to me now!” 

A scream erupts from you–”Oh, shit!”–as you explode all over Hawks’ tongue. He moans in release with you as he slurps and laps you up, drinking in all that give him while you buck and writhe under his hands. Even when the orgasm high fades, he doesn’t stop. He continues to eat you out even as your pussy and body twitches. “O-Okay, Hawks,” you stammer. “Please, ah, please stop. I-I can’t…oh, my God!” 

Tears prick your eyes as the agonizing pleasure continues, swallowing you whole. His crimson eyes stare up into yours between your thighs, loving how desperate and pathetically horny you look as you writhe against his tongue. But as good as you taste, he needs to know how you feel. So he hikes himself up on top of you, his big body covering your smaller one, and his wings creating a curtain around you. 

“I’m gonna be honest with you, baby,” he pants. “I need to fuck you now and when I do, I ain’t gonna be nice. I need to cum as many times as it takes to ease this heat and that could be hours. You sure you’re okay with that?” Despite his obvious need, he is holding back, his cock throbbing against your thigh. 

Knowing that, you nod and press a kiss to his lips. “Yes, Keigo,” you purr. “I want this too.” You give him a smile, pretty and seductive. “So fuck me.”

The pro doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts by fucking you on your back, your knees tucked up into your chest. You’re happy for the lubricant and orgasm because it is a stretch. His cock stretches your pussy out in a way it didn’t do to your jaw, making your mouth go slack and your eyes widen. “Relax, mama,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your face while he rubs your clit. “You’re doin’ so well takin’ me.” 

After a few minutes of adjusting and slow strokes, Hawks feels you relax around him and finally begins to pound you like he needs to. He fucks you into the mattress that shakes and bounces beneath you, making your tits bounce in time with his thrusts. Each pump of his thick cock sends sparks of pleasure throughout your body as your soft, spongy pussy walls stretch and mold into his shape. 

“O-Oh, my God!” you cry, grasping his shoulders as he takes you straight to poundtown. “Fuck, Keigo, yes, baby! Fuck me just like that!” 

The winged pro grips your thighs and pins them down to the bed, giving you a stretch that yoga couldn’t even do. “Just like that?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. “Look at you takin’ this dick like a champ, baby bird. Bet you couldn’t wait for your boss to fuck you, huh?” 

You whine in response, earning a tongue shoved in your mouth as Hawks gives you a wet French kiss while he pounds into you. He nuzzles his nose into your neck next, covering himself in your scent and you in his.

You’re so deep in the pleasure that you don’t even realize that Hawks’ feathers, sharpened to the touch, cut off your bra until you feel the cool air on your nipples and then pleasure as he stimulates them with his feathers. 

When he begins to get closer, his crimson eyes glow red and the black rimming his eyes grows sharper like a hawk’s. You feel scared yet aroused at the same time, your pussy clenching around his cock. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up. Want you to fuckin’ cum with me too!” 

“Fuck, Hawks!” you whine, tossing your head back against the pillow. Your second orgasm erupts and sends you on a trip while Keigo fucks you like he’s trying to hit a home run. When he cums, he does so with an animalistic grunt and grips your hips so hard that they bruise. He tosses his blonde hair back, every muscle in his body tense from the pleasure. You gasp as he fills you up with his cum, feeling warmth flooding inside of you. It feels good to be full, you realize. 

But even when the orgasm fades and he has successfully filled you up, Hawks looks down at you with an increased level of need and lust that shakes you. “I ain’t done with you yet,” he growls. 

And he’s not. He fucks you in every single position imaginable. He fucks you doggy style, his cock pumping into you again and again while he yanks on your hair and dirty talks in your ear.

“You my little slut?” he pants, his hand grabbing and smacking your ass. “You love gettin’ fucked by me? You love this number 2 pro hero dick, don’t you, baby?” You can only whine in response, words and logical thoughts completely gone as he turns your pussy into mush. 

He fucks you on your side, his big body spooning yours and red wings wrapped around you as his throbbing cock drives inside of you. In this position, it’s easier to rub your clit and tilt your head back to kiss him, the two of you sharing breath as you hotly pant and moan into each other’s mouths. 

He fucks you with your head hanging off the bed and your leg pinned up to get a better angle at your G-spot and to drive himself deeper into you. 

He fucks you in mating press, his feet on the bed as he mounts you and drives himself inside of you like he’s trying hard to breed you. 

He fucks you in full nelson. 

In prone bone, his hands massaging your ass. 

While standing up, you bouncing like a cute little fuck bunny in his arms on his dick.��

From the bottom while you ride him, both from the front and the back, his hands groping your bouncing tits and jiggling ass. 

“Mine,” he growls to you in every position known to bed that he puts you in. “You’re fuckin’ mine, baby bird. Only mine.” 

And in every single position, he makes you and himself cum. He seems to always know how to trigger your orgasm so you cum again and again. He then uses your tight walls to chase his orgasms, cumming inside of you and filling up over and over again. He makes you sweat out your hair and your makeup, making you look like the sexiest Goddess to him as you take his cock like it’s your job. 

By the time he finally finishes, hours have passed and you are spent. Your body aches. You are wet with sweat and cum. Your pussy twitches and is sloppy with his and your cum mixed together, all of it dripping down your thighs and through the crack of your ass. 

Hawks, finally back to his normal self, lies down next to you and snuggles you into his chest. “Thank you for doin’ that,” he sighs, pecking you on the forehead. “You did so, so well for me, honey. I hope a dinner date can make up for that workout.” 

You only mewl tiredly in response, but you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his chest. He chuckles, the sound pleasant to your ear pressed against his heart. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he sighs.

And then you sleep, satisfied and comfortable finally. 

THE END. 

[thedivineden]

Together Forever?

pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!reader

genre: angst, smut

words: 3k+

notes: cheating, violence, drugs/roofies, obsessive behavior, manipulation, abduction, implied/reference non-con

After all this chasing, driving you around, being your temporary plaything when you’re boyfriend was too busy cheating on you. You still didn’t give Keigo the time of day, he even took the liberty to slip photos of your boyfriend cheating in your mailbox. Naturally, you called Keigo to be your shoulder to cry on, he is used to this cycle with you. He’s only known you for a couple of months but Keigo has intercepted or ruined every relationship you tried to have. Obviously, you knew none of this. You didn’t know anything about him but he knew everything about you.

Using his standing in society Keigo was able to keep tabs on you and even persuade or pay people to watch you for him. Sobbing into his shirt he can hear you repeat “I just don’t understand why it always ends up like this”, he hated seeing you like this but he hated the thought of anyone else with you more. Caressing your head he places light kisses on your forehead as you curl into him more.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms, scooping you up in his arms — he takes you to your bedroom puts your bonnet and pajamas on, pulling the blanket over you and kissing you on the forehead. The moment he closed the door he took the liberty of cleaning up your home while you rested, only moments go by when he realizes you left your phone and laptop out. Making sure to take a picture of himself and sending it to your ex, he blocks the number before he can even respond.

Keigo isn’t looking for anything specific but looks through everything from you emails to you photos from years ago. Any information he needed for his master plan he sent to himself making sure to delete the threads of information. He closes your laptop and locks you phone continuing to clean up the rest of your home. Hours later you wake up to a pleasant smell —your eyes are puffy and your head is throbbing.

You get out of bed and walk towards the kitchen calling out for your friend. Rounding the corner you see him in a chicken apron setting plates for the both of you. “Hey! You’re finally up! How are you feeling?” he could see the tears forming again. “Aye it’s alright! Let’s eat!” you nod in response taking a seat at the table. Kiego brings over the plates and glasses pouring you and him a glass of wine.

If the circumstances were any different you would think this a romantic dinner between you two. You could never think of him that way, keigo has always been a good friend and nothing more. “Thanks Kei, I really appreciate you being here for me. I’m sorry that I’m always a mess.” Per usually he’s sweet reassuring you that you’re not a mess and anyone would be lucky to have you. “You deserve someone who can keep you safe, happy, and whole like me” he is shocked when he hears your soft laugh.

His warm smile fades and his eyebrows furrow “what’s so funny?”. You notice his serious demeanor and eye him quizzically. “Us? Together? I see you as a brother Kei. A relationship would ruin us, I don’t want you leaving me like everyone else.” He attempts comfort your worries and tell you that he would never treat you like those other guys.

“Kei I don’t want to ruin you, I don’t want to ruin the friendship.” Keigo is tight lipped for the rest of the night, you try to talk to him and even try to get him to stay the night but he refuses. After that night you didn’t see him for a month — phone calls and text between you two became lackluster and short, you weren’t sure what happened between you two but just like everyone else he is in the process of abandoning you.

You adjusted and even started seeing a new guy, he is so nice and sweet to you. Little do you know Keigo sent this guy to push you right into his arms. Tonight is date night for the two of you and he decides to take you to a fancy restaurant. The whole night you two share laughs, flirtation, and footsie under the table — taking a break to the ladies room you come back and see a fresh bottle of wine on your table with two full glasses.

“I ordered us some wine while you were in the bathroom but it is quite strong.” He knew that you loved a challenge and tried to handle everything despite warnings people give you. “It can’t be that strong, I’ve had worse.” Throughout the dinner you two eat, drink and share conversation about your day and what you two expect from each other. You could feel yourself slipping and slurring on your words, your eyes felt heavy and the air seems thicker.

“I- I don’t feel well” you could see the smile spread across his face quickly switch to concern. “Let’s get you home love.” Resting your head on the table you wait for him to pay, once he does he helps you up and walks you to the parking lot. The last thing you hear is two people talking and laughing before you black out. Waking up you realize it still dark outside and your head is pounding.

“Nicholas? I think you might’ve been right about the wine..” looking around you realize that you aren’t in your apartment. Maybe he took you to his? The room is immaculate and luxuriously spare — the walls were red and the windows were covered with sheer black curtains, you lay upon a bright red king bed with black silk sheets.

Swinging the blanket off of you see that you only have a large shirt on, no underwear and no bra. Another issue is the amount of bite marks and dark purple peppering your skin and the giant chain wrapped around your ankle. It feels like time is frozen, your head is spinning. You don’t know how you got here but you need to leave now. You scan your surroundings trying to find anything around you to break the lock. You rummage through the nightstand drawer, nothing. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

Deciding to use the lamp on the nightstand, you smash the object into the chain. You feel tears brim at your eyes the longer you smash the lamp. Your mind is racing, who could’ve taken you? Why did they take you? What were they going to do to you? Did they do something to you while you were sleep? Where is you boyfriend? Was he the one that put this on you? You were so focused on breaking the chain open you didn’t hear your captor come into the room. “What are you doing love?” You see your boyfriend come in with a plate of food in his hands and a quizzical look on his face.

“Baby..why is this chain on me?” You hope that your soft tone would appeal to him in some way or push him into taking it off so you can escape. He laughs at your tone, setting the plate down and sliding across the pristine tile floor. “Eat your food. He’ll be home soon.” You rush to get out of the bed, lamp in hand, prepared to break the object across his head.

Before you could even get halfway the chain yanks you back causing you to hit the floor. You could feel a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. He didn’t even bat an eye before walking out of the room again, shutting and locking the door. You scream at seemingly nothing, frustrated that you’re even stuck in this position.

You eye the food he slid towards you disgusted by the assortment of finger foods and juice box sitting on the platter. Crawling over to the tray you toss everything across the room, screaming at the top of your lungs. If anyone could hear you they would for sure call the police so that’s what you did. Screamed. For hours. Your throat is coarse and dry but you were determined to do something. Anything.

The tears were rushing down your face, all the yelling and crying you were doing made your head hurt. The moment you stopped you could hear two voices? You walk close to the door hearing your “boyfriend” and a sultry voice talking with him. Attempting to get close without the chain alerting the new comer. What if he is trying to sell you into sex trafficking? This is why you don’t use tinder.

You could hear the lock clicking and in walks your friend? You cry tears of joy “KEI! I’m so glad you’re here!! I need you to help me to get this off” pointing to the large lock around your ankle. He eyes the food under him, the lock around your ankle then at you. When he locks eyes with you its as if his entire demeanor changes. “Kei…” he walks past you to the door in the far corner of the room.

Opening the door and disappearing through the door you could hear him shifting through hangers. Sitting on the bed your mind and heart is racing. If he isn’t here to help you then he’s in on it too. What if they were planning this the whole time? After a few minutes he comes out with a red close-fitting formal dress. He throws it on the bed next to you “Put it on and freshen up in the bathroom, if you run or try anything, I will kill you.”

Keigo says all of this with his award winning smile on his face. He bends down to unlock your ankle what he didn’t expect is a swift kick from you. Knocking hind over you take this chance to run out room and down the stairs. You didn’t know where you were going but you’re determined to find a way out. “NICHOLAS! THEY’RE DOWNSTAIRS” you can hear fast footsteps come from upstairs and down the hall in front of you.

Racing past the kitchen rounding the corner you reach the front door. The amount of locks on the door is evident that they were placed to keep something or someone in. Adrenaline is making your heart thump in your ears — you unlock the first several locks just to get to the last one that needs a key. Your head slams into the door before you could think of your next move.

“Where are you going baby~” your ears are now ringing paired with the black spots blurring your vision you couldn’t even process who had hit you. The only thing you heard before blacking out is your so called friend telling his accomplice to take you back to the bedroom. You woke up with a headache entangled with your captor.

You couldn’t fathom how he could sleep so peacefully next to you. When you tried to reach over and strangle him you felt your right hand retract backwards. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Looking up to see a sterling silver cuff around your wrist. You couldn’t do anything but kick the young man instead of waking up he rolls over to entrap you in his arms.

You knew he is doing this on purpose. Your kicking and shuffling became more erratic which irritated your captor. “You already ruined our date night, don’t ruin my sleep as well.” You scoffed at his statement “I don’t give a fuck about your sleep. I want to know why I’m here and why the fuck you’re touching me?” his movements were swift and he is leaning over you with his hand over your mouth. “Why must you make this difficult, I just want us to have a happy life together.”

The softness in his eyes scares you. He could feel you shaking under him, Keigo removes his hand from your mouth. You spit right in his face it took everything in him to not smack you. He rolled over to the other side of the bed got up and went to the bathroom. You could hear the shower turning on and see him come out in a robe. “I know you want to shower, let’s not make this difficult.”

The disdain written on your face confirmed the process you two would have. The whole time he is trying to strip and shower you tried fighting him off. You kick, scream, bite, and scratch him as much as you can. Once he got you in, he takes off his robe and steps into the shower with you. Using your arms to cover your body you scream “I don’t need someone to wash me, get out!”

For once he didn’t protest and steps out as you wish. The shower is the one place you can move and think freely without him breathing down your neck. Every moment you were spent washing your body you were comprising a plan to escape from here. Keigo knew that no one would come and look for you, you told him all about how you had been abandoned at birth and only made a few friends including him since you moved to Tokyo. The idea of someone coming to find you is slim to none unless it is a wellness check done, which is unlikely due to the connections he has with the police.

You could try to overpower him but every time you tried it ended up with you being hurt and you don’t want to leave out of here in a body bag. The heat from the shower paired with the injury you sustained yesterday paired and the lack of food in your stomach makes you lightheaded. Before you knew it, you were on the shower floor drowning in the continuous stream of water. Once Keigo hears a thud in the bathroom he doesn’t hesitate to come in and scoop you up from the shower floor wrapping a towel around you. “NICHOLAS! CALL DOCTOR AMARI” your vision is spotty and your body is weak but you manage to get yourself together. “Let me go. I’m fine.”

A thought flashes through your mind and you immediately start wincing at his touch. “We’re going to get a doctor to come here and look at you, you can barely stand up on your own.” You may never be able to take showers by yourself again but maybe this Doctor Amari can help you escape from here. “My leg is hurting..can you carry me to bed.” softening your voice with this request. Keigo doesn’t hesitate to scoop you in his arms and take you to the bed. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and one his shirts, giving them to you to dress yourself. “Can you help me Kei?” your sweetness is getting to him and calling him his nickname is the icing on top of this shitty situation.

Frozen in front of you Keigo tries to assess whether this is another trick of yours but he couldn’t pass touching your silky brown skin. “Yeah..sure” he made sure to be as gentle as possible while putting the clothes on you. His fingers lightly brush your exposed skin making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You smile at his action and reach your hand out to touch the side of his face — he melts into your hand putting his over yours looking up at you with admiration, deciding to close the gap between you two your arms wrap around his neck.

You could feel his body jerk in response he didn’t know if you were trying to strangle him again but when he hears the soft whimpers coming from you. “Kei..I’m scared” after that statement he wraps his arms around you pulling you into him. “I’m sorry dove, I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise to protect, love, and provide for you as long as were together, peacefully.” his emphasis on peacefully made you wary.The sound of the door opening causes you to jump out of his embrace.

Irritation consumes Keigo as his accomplice comes into the room. Eyeing both of you suspiciously he says “Doctor Amari won’t be available until next Thursday.” You silently curse to yourself but remember ‘good things comes to those who wait.’ “Can I go to a hospital? My leg is killing me” the men both exchange glances letting the silence filling the room. “No dove, I’m sorry. I can’t have you telling doctors or anyone you can get your hands on that I’m keeping you here. I still don’t believe you fully understand why you’re here” he’s waiting for you to play into his game, to beg for him to let you go so he can finally see through the façade but you didn’t. “Okay Kei, If that’s what you think is best.”

Both of the men give you puzzling looks before exiting the room leaving you with your thoughts and an empty stomach. Hours go by before the someone comes back into the room. You were still in the same position when your ex Nicholas coming into the room with a tray of food, “Keigo made some of your favorite foods, He’s going to be gone for a couple of hours. Eat or starve. It doesn’t matter to me.”. He stops in his tracks when he hears you enthusiastically reply thank you. He stands there for a while, mumbles a you’re welcome and hurries out the room. You eye the tray sitting on the night stand. If you were going to get out of here, you need to play the role.

Sliding closer up the the tray you grab it off the nightstand and eye the traditional Jamaican cuisine displayed on the plate. You could see the steam rising and eat what he made. At least you don’t have to starve. Once you’re done you place the tray back on the nightstand you brush your teeth in the bathroom, wrap a scarf around the front of your head and put your braids in your bonnet. Opening up the curtains you unveil the beautiful night sky and head to bed. No matter what, you were going to get out of here.

[sat0-get0]

Can I request Hawks x pro hero fem reader

She is very tired because of hero missions and managing her own agency . So Hawks fxcks her after they had dinner to relieve her stress

Hard service dom Hawks is all I want because sometimes my hard dominance also drains out

・❥ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 & 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.2𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 (𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧), 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮 (𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙙), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙭 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘭. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰) 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

You practically slam open the door of you and Keigo's shared home. The phone calls, the emails, the countless demands you hear all in 24 hours. It scrambled your mind within the span of one day and you were over the entire thing.

"Hey, angel." Keigo greets softly, already sensing your emotions. He had a pretty chill day, just a couple of paper work to do which he handed off to his assistants of his agency. You, on the other hand, were very particular on how you ran your agency leading to you doing most of the work.

"Hi, Kei'." you sigh out, not being worn out enough to not greet your boyfriend. You carelessly throw your tote bag to the ground but Keigo's feathers are quick to stoop in & grab it, placing it carefully onto the coffee table in the living room. "I got take out, baby, you hungry?" he calls out to you as you storm further into the house, seeking a well needed shower. "Yeah, sure." you say loud enough for him to hear.

As you practically rip off your hero suit to get into the shower, Keigo's warming up your meal and pouring you a drink. His feathers ruffle with concern as he thinks about your mood, thoughts on how to approach it swarming his head. The only thing on your mind is the warm water that's currently soothing your muscles, that and Keigo being the only peaceful part of your day right now.

Your shower is quick and short, anything from water splashing the wrong way to your body wash falling onto the shower ground driving you up the walls. You just wanna sleep this day off and hope your dreams will be enough to cool you down.

You dry yourself off after your shower, filling the bathroom with countless amounts of sighs. The only thing you throw on is a pair of panties and one of Keigo's shirts and you're making your way back into the main room, seeking your well needed meal.

Keigo sits where he originally was, curled up in a blanket as he watches you drag your feet. You pick up the takeout from the coffee table and plop down on the couch across from him. Even the way you eat shows how tense you are and Keigo can't bear to see it. Your eyes are as fierce as his usually are right now as your gaze pierces into his skull, your bites on your food intense.

"Tell me what's wrong." he breaks the silence of the room, looking you into your eyes and reading your emotions the best that he can. You take one last bite of your food, swallowing before speaking. "This day fucking sucks." you say bluntly, picking at a piece of broccoli on your plate. "Why?" he asks simply.

You sigh before speaking, "My bones hurt. My entire body hurts. I've been fighting all day. Writing reports all day. My assistants aren't doing anything the way I want them to do it, can't even make my coffee right, the weather fucking sucked today, nobody wants to fight in rain, I'm tired of reporters being in my face, tired of having to deal with petty ass criminals. Like a flower shop? You're robbing a flower shop, are you serious?" you huff out, slamming your plate onto the coffee table.

Keigo's eyes widen as the table rattles in front of him and yours do too as your frustration dawns on you. You fall back against the couch, taking a deep breath as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Angel.." Keigo mumbles softly, getting up from his spot on the couch to make his way over to you. As soon as he sits besides you, you're leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Hero work is never easy." he says, looking down at you. You nod against his shoulder, choosing to stay quiet so that you don't go on another rant. "I think you just need a little break." You look up at him, his gaze soft even with the markings around his eyes. "You need to be taken care of.." he mumbles, a small smile adorning his features.

It's true, you do need to be taken care of. You need the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and who's better to help you with that than Keigo? You wrap your arms around his neck, almost tackling him down onto the couch. "Please take care of me, Kei'." you mutter quietly. His bottom lip almost quivers at how adorable you can be and he's obliging quickly, taking you up and into his arms. You don't question his actions as he carries you, walking towards your shared bedroom.

Keigo gently places you down onto the bed, taking a split second to admire you. You look so cute, sitting up on your elbows as you look up at him. He joins you on the bed, straddling you as he leans down to press his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. He can't help but kiss you more passionately as you display your neediness like never before, licking into his mouth and seeking out his tongue.

"Baby, mmf-" you cut Keigo off, so entranced by his lips you can't even focus on what he's saying. He simply chuckles against your lips before pulling back, cooing at the sight of you chasing after his touch. "Need you, Kei'." you pout, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Keigo leans down once more to peck your lips before asking, "Want me to eat you out, angel?", his sweet and soft tone contradicting his lewd words.

As hot as Keigo would look with his head between your legs right now, you just wanted, needed to be fucked dumb on his cock right now. "Nuh uh," you whine quietly, doe eyes clouded with lust looking up at him. "Need you inside, Kei. Need your cock." Keigo's gently sliding your panties down your legs, admiring the sheen of your pussy as it already gushes with arousal. Your his shirt comes off next and he smiles at the convenience of it all as he's already greeted with the sight of your hard nipples.

You watch with an impatient pout as Keigo removes his own clothes, too slow for your liking. The expression from your face changes almost instantly however, as he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers. Your mouth waters at how pretty it is, looking thick and heavy and perfect for filling you up the way you love.

"I gotta prep you first, pretty, okay?" he says as he gets closer to you on the bed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You shake your head, arms crossing over your tits with dissatisfaction. "No." you pout and he only raises a brow at you. "No?" and you shake your head once more. "Wan' your cock now, please." you keen, fluttering your eyelashes at him even though your words alone would be enough for him to give into what you want.

"Okay, but my angel has to take it." he tells you before placing a kiss on your lips which you happily return. You feel his warm hands go underneath your thighs as he softly makes out with you before he's lifting both of your thighs. You sigh out against his lips as he brings your legs up, successfully folding you into a mating press, legs up to your chest. You try to writhe underneath him but with his grip, it's practically impossible.

Your head falls back against the bed as he releases himself from your addicting lips, straightening his back. You can only let your eyes flutter shut as he spits down onto your pussy slowly, the cool fluid a stark contrast compared to your warm slick. "Kei'," you mewl out as you feel the heavy weight of his cock slap against your pussy before rubbing back n' forth between your folds. You bite at your lower lip whenever his tip grazes your pearl and it only makes you want him even more.

"Please," you whine out and Keigo's taking the hint, sliding back one last time before slowly plunging his cock into you. The mating press has him hitting spots he's not sure he's ever discovered before and it makes him shudder above you, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Fuck, loosen up, angel." he grits out and you try, you really do. You begin to think maybe it's just the thickness of his cock that's giving the both of you this overwhelming sensation.

Keigo pulls out 'til just his tip is inside you before plowing into you with an unforgivable thrust, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your head spins at the way his cock drags against your soft walls and you doubt you'll be able to keep up with his pace. With this position, the only thing you can do is take him and whimper out noises that are music to his ears.

Keigo pistons his cock in n’ out of your fluttering hole, feathers shivering behind him at the way you pulse. He can't help but admire how beautiful you look beneath him, your back arching as much as the position allows it to as he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You moan out to him as he pounds into you, being able to feel every vein and every throb of his cock. They're so prominent in your mind as they rub against the insides of your greedy pussy, your arousal coating his length like never before.

"'ts too much, Kei', too sensitive!" you moan out for him and Keigo only coos down at you, purposefully burying himself as far as he can reach inside you and placing a kiss on your lips. "You can take it, pretty. You were askin' for it, no?" he gives you a faux pout. You can only give him a real pout back, his tone condescending and oh so delicious. You know it's true though and you are getting what you want, you just don't wanna make a mess all over his cock and maybe even the entirety of his lower torso.

Keigo releases his grip on one of your thighs in favor of rubbing at your cute swollen clit, making your thighs tremble due to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands shoot down towards his, attempting to hold his hand in place to slow down his ministrations but he simply slaps your hand away before continuing. "If my angel's gonna cum, I gotta let her." he grins down at you and you can't even see it with the way your eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open to let out pleasured sounds.

"'m gonna-, please Kei', wanna cum so bad." you slur, barely coherent with the way you babble. Keigo of course gives his angel what she wants, fucking into you harder and strumming at your clit in time with his thrusts. "Gonna make a mess, baby?" he asks you, knowing your body so well and you can barely nod as you feel the dam break inside you.

You cry out a string of Keigo's name along with a couple swears as you let yourself let go. His hand doesn't let up, rubbing you the way you like and it has you making a mess all over him, your arousal coming out in translucent liquids that cover him from the belly button down.

“Such a messy pussy," Keigo groans out, more so to himself. He knew exactly what buttons to push to have you squirting all over him and of course he didn't fail to achieve his goal. Now the only thing he seeks to achieve is his own orgasm which won't be very difficult either. Your overstimulated mewls beneath him has Keigo gripping your thighs hard enough to leave the marks of his hands as he fucks into you mindlessly, babbling sweet nothings with only you on his mind.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum inside, pretty, you want that?" he asks you and you huff out a 'yes, Kei'', his cum inside you being the last thing you need to make this night end off perfectly. "Take it, angel, fuckfuckfuck..!" is the last thing he groans out before he's burying himself into you completely, dumping everything he can give you into your overstimulated pussy. You both groan simultaneously as spurt after spurt finds its way inside you, warming you up even more than before. Keigo gives you a few more thrusts to make sure every single drop of him is inside you and to make sure it stays deep inside you.

You groan softly, a more tired groan as you finally let your legs drop onto the mattress. Keigo practically collapses on top of you from his own exhaustion, finding home in the crook of your neck as he lays his face there. You're sure you can go to sleep just like this, being capable of ignoring the sweatiness and stickiness of it all from fatigue but your boyfriend certainly can't.

You feel as he attempts to get up and wrap your arms around him, bringing him back into the crook of your neck. "Y/N." he grumbles out and you don't give an answer. "I'm gonna clean up." "No." you yawn, trapping him with your legs as well.

"Let go, we're sticky and I'm gonna clean this up."

"No."

"Right now."

...

"No."

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[gabzlovesu]

"𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄"

╰ ft. takami keigo/hawks !

warnings: fem!reader, breeding kink & rut — BABY FEVER, creampie (reader gets double-stuffed like a fucking oero), overstim maybe?...

author's note: this was supposed to be a submission for a breeding collab i joined before my hiatus but that account is no longer active so yeah... enjoy this fic was collecting dust in my docs :)

Was this round three or four? Or maybe it was the fifth… You couldn’t tell and the feathers flying everywhere were just as disorienting as Keigo pounding into you from behind. All you knew was that one moment you were walking down the hall of the bustling house, and the next you were pressed against the door of the upstairs bathroom. 

Today your family had a little summer cookout, but you could tell something was off with Keigo. His wings would ruffle up at random moments, followed by him looking flushed and antsy. Not to mention the crazed look on his face when you held your baby cousin, bouncing the little boy on your hip and doing the stupid baby talk that most people hated — but he adored it. And whenever you finally escaped the death hugs of your family, you would waltz right back to your boyfriend’s side only to see him stuff his hands deep into his pockets and stiffen at your touch.

Then he disappeared. 

You searched almost every inch of the house for an hour until he found you, pulling you into the small bathroom of your parent’s house.

As soon as your back met the white door, your lilac sundress was hiked above your hips and Keigo was muttering about how the mother look suited you and he wanted to give you a child of your own.

The entire thing caught you off guard, especially when his rut was last month because you vividly remember taking an entire week off from work so that he could wreck your insides for hours on end. 

But even now as you look at him through the mirror, it’s clear that he was in another rut and you were the cause. The animalistic nature, avian pupils constructed as he focused solely on the feeling of your pussy, and his nails felt like talons as they dug into the plush of your hips…all of the signs were there.

Everything was hot and going numb. The sensation of his fingers circling your clit — using his own release that leaked out of you as lube — was faint and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to feel anything soon if he kept this up. When you finally crash from yet another orgasm, you release the breath you subconsciously had been holding and grip the sink tightly to support yourself.

Keigo was close. So so soooo close. His aching dick twitches deep inside of you and his breaths became ragged and shallow like his thrusts. 

“Just one more… One more, please.” A bit of desperation tangles with the lust that spews from his lips. He promised the same thing in the beginning when he fucked you against the door, then when he had you sitting on the sink, and now he’s saying it again as he props one of your legs up on the sink to plunge deeper into your sloppy cunt.

All it takes is a few more taps against your spongey sweet spot that has him emptying another load into you. Too bad that you’re completely stuffed to the brim so the sticky cream dribbles down your leg to the growing pool on the floor. The sight of his seed being wasted drives him insane and only encourages him to keep bucking his hips, to keep pushing it back in so that he could finally give you a baby. 

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[horrorcore2002]

Wetdreamz- Keigo Takami(hawks)x reader Keigo Takami who has wet dreams about you😫😣 DISCLAIMER! THIS CONTENT CONTAINS : fem!reader, mentions of wearing a dress, black/brown reader, curvy reader, wet dreams, SMUT, kissing, pet names(baby, dove, my love), curing/swearwords, and male masturbation. If I forgot anything else, pls tell me(•‿•) WARNING!: pressing 'Keep Reading' means you are consenting to the content below and you are 18+. (Wc: 845)

This wasn't fair. You had got to be doing this on purpose. You had to be messing with him, in some way, shape, or form. You had to know what you were doing, giving him all of these semi-hardons and making his head and heart spin the way it does.

But that would be impossible. unless you read minds, which he would have to add to the list of amazing things you could do, right next to stealing this man's heart.

And Keigo couldn't help but want to punch himself. Figures, out of all the women he wanted, out of all the women that throw themselves at him, it had to be you, even though you have publicly expressed how much you cherish your privacy and being single, how you weren't looking for anything right then.

How'd it even get this bad?

It had to have been the banquette. The one where you wore that enticing red dress that did wonders for your curves and showed a peek of your leg with a slit at the side. God, you looked so gorgeous to him. The way your gold jewelry made your skin practically glow, and the way your skin looked sunkissed, even though it was well past 10pm.

You barely noticed him that night. just giving him a slight nod and smile in acknowledgment when you passed him, but he couldn't help but think of you all night until he got home later.

He thought he could seek refuge in his sleep, and feel better in the morning, but it seemed his conscience wanted to be funny.

But oh he wanted it to be real, holding your thighs and marking your dark honey skin with his nails, grinding right into your wet cunt.

Fuck, he could almost feel it, the feel of your hips, the feel of your ass on his crotch, grinding on him, the feel of your soft plump lips, your hands messing up his hair.

He could feel it all, even if it was his imagination.

"f-fuck, my love, just like that feels s'good" he was breathless as he sped up his hips shamelessly, trying to chase his pleasure.

"O-oh, Keigo, baby, please! I'm all yours, please!"

He opened his eyes to talk to you, only to be met with the prettiest sight in his life.

Your eyes and head rolled back, your back was slightly arched, lips plump from all the kissing and biting, neck and chest littered with kiss and bite marks just like his own, hands on his chest, gripping for dear life as you speed up your movements, trying so desperately to chase your orgasm, and you sounded so breathless, moaning and singing his name out, making him moan right back and rut his hips right into you.

"Keigo! fuuck!" you whined at the sudden movement "I-i can't! I think i'm!-"

But you were silenced by Keigo waking up abruptly, cutting off your perfect voice.

He looked down and couldn't help but be ashamed, thinking of you in such a vulgar position, rutting his erection right into his pillow, staining his boxers and pillow with a wet patch.

but he felt even worse and he took his erection out of his pants and began rubbing his length, thinking of your perfect tits, and how perfect they looked in that dress, and in his dream, marked by his teeth, and those perfect hips, oh god, those hips, getting squeezed by him so harshly.

And from there his brain just kept spiraling, wanting to have you on all fours and slamming into you as your tits bounced with every thrust and slam of his hips, your ass jiggling ever so slightly, to being in between your legs, littered with kiss marks as he fucks your wet pussy with his fingers, lapping up all of your juices and sucking on your clit, moaning every time you tugged his hair or pushed his face into your heat, grinding and using him all you wanted, disregarding his erection or needs completely, he didn't care, just as long as he made you feel good.

His hands sped up on his length, face turning slightly red as he heard the embarrassing squelches coming from his ministrations. He was so close, oh god he was so close, he wanted to cum so bad. He let out a small whimper as he felt his other hand going from his nipples to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them slightly, as he imagined it was your throat, taking him in so perfectly as your hands fondled and cupped his balls so perfectly, Eyes teary and droll all over your chin as you deep throated him, gagging ever so slightly, as your eyes looked up at him, all innocently, like you didn't have his balls deep in your mouth.

And that was all Keigo needed to cum all over his hand, his orgasm crashing over him, as the sound of his moans and whimpers filled his ears, as he stained his sheets.

And the worst part? He knew this wouldn't be the last time.

Heeey! Hope yall liked that, and sry for the shitty ending, and the shitty writing in general, still tryna get into the groove of things. Hope you'll like it anyway and feel free to send me a request or two! (SIDE NOTE: was thinkin' of doin' a part two. Yall, let me know if you'd like that.) Rules Masterlist © DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR STEAL ANY OF MY WORKS AT @HORRORCORE2002 ON TUMBLR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[rumisgf]

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE (MHA EDITION)

summary: exposing some of the mha boys for the sassy niggas that they are 😒👎🏽

warnings: cursing, this whole headcanon is unserious so do not take me seriously LMAO

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

yea let’s get this out the way.

this man has a serious attitude problem, he just loves to argue and, more importantly, he loves to be right

“i said i’m done talking to you!”

“well i’m NOT done, so what?”

“talk to the hand, then.” then literally does 😒🫸🏽 in real life

did y’all see him walking in those jeans? yeah he’s a bad bitch in disguise.

and over text he’s literally unbearable

“girl bye”

“bitch pls”

“and did. tf?” (i hate him)

“you mad you got ate tf up.” (OUUUUU I HATE-)

if you’ve got an attitude or anger problems, you ma’am have met your match

he will have YOU saying “watch your attitude”

DENKI KAMINARI

now he’s the opposite

he’s sassy in a sense that he’s more on the feminine side

which is completely okay, and attractive tbh

…..however,

“ooouuu i ate that!”

“bitch, bye.”

“okay girl!”

he’s so.

this man is a comedian just for the facts he says things like that out of full seriousness

he also likes being petty, it’s so fun

he’s very keen on pet names you call him so if you hit him w a “bru” “bro” or “dude”

he’ll hit you right back w “girly pop” and “sis”

if you’ve seen this tiktok, denki literally does this. like unironically. on multiple occasions.

KEIGO TAKAMI

he needs to go to hell. like fr.

says “girl, boo” religiously

though there are few, any argument you have is completely unserious

like he’ll smack his lips, rolls his eyes, dramatically throw back his head n sigh, allat

you cannot take him seriously at all, ever.

“mmcht, what are you talkin ‘bout???”

“oh okay… OH okay, yeah. 🙄”

“alright, pipe down now.”

as a pro hero i like to think he cares a lot about his appearance and he wants to look good at all times (even though he does already)

he’ll ask you if he’s “serving cunt”

do not respond.

this man gets his nails done, gets fresh cuts every two weeks, gets facials, the whole thing every time

like sir WHAT do you need all that for 😒 who are you trynna impress???

and he’ll post on his instagram story with a bunch of selfies and videos of himself

which you slide up on and call him “ugly ass bitch”

he needs to be humbled

“who you trynna look good for?”

“hush you mad i look better than you.”

“OH?”

© rumisgf

[black-lav2]

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 | 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒

Summary: Keigo shows a little morning love that escalated.

Wc: 313

Warnings: 18+, f! black reader, cockwarming, implied sex, unprotected sex

Waking up, you feel soft kisses peppering the back of your neck and shoulder, but you also feel something hard brushing on your bare ass. You chuckle lowly, brushing your ass more into Keigo's morning wood. "Mmm, good morning baby" Keigo groaned, his hips moving with you. "Good morning to you too."

One of Keigo's arms was already lazily around your waist, which tightened as he moaned into your back. "Fuck baby," Keigo moaned. Keigo shifts his body, lowering himself down to where he wants to be at the most.

You start to moan as Keigo brushes his tip in between your folds which are already damp from your fun just a few hours ago. He peppers your back with kisses like before as his other free hand roams up your body, softly brushing his fingers against your hard nipples.

"Shit," you whisper as you rock your hips, making his tip brush against your clit, smearing more of your wetness.

"Can I?" he mumbles on your back and you immediately say, "Yes." Without hesitation, Keigo slowly thrust his cock inside your folds. You both moan softly the more Keigo fills you up, feeling every vein and inch of him.

Keigo hummed, content with being inside you, but you wanted more. "Keigo," you whined, squeezing your walls around him. Keigo groaned, his arm around your waist tightening around you, pulling you closer.

"Being a tease are we," Keigo grunted as his hips started to move. You hummed in delight, finally feeling the pleasure of Keigo's cock drag against your walls. "You started it," you moaned and Keigo chuckled against your back.

Keigo grabs underneath your right knee, lifting your leg, sinking further inside you, hitting that pleasure spot. "Fuck," you moaned, as his thrust steadily increased hitting that spot every time.

"Then let me finish what I started."

© 2023 black_lav2 | All Rights Reserved | Please do not repost, steal, or modify my work without my explicit consent.

[90ekz]

“she say im obsessed w thick women and i agree.” k. takami.

keigo is a fiend for chubby women.

especially tall ones—whew he’s a SLUT for ‘em.

he’s a smaller guy, so when you walked up to him the first time in the coffee shop declaring how big of a fan you were and you just towered over him—his brain completely shut off.

keigo barely heard you begging for his autograph from the way his face was directly in your chest.

god, you smelled so good.

“shit, i don’t have any paper—oh!”

your face lit up when he scribbled his name and number on the protective heat ring around your warm mocha. keigo didn’t even realized he’d barely spoken until you had thanked him with a warm smile and scurried out, mumbling something about how you were late for work.

you wouldn’t leave his mind that entire week. he just silently waited for you to text him, growing more anxious when you didn’t.

when the first text of yours that rung through his phone was a photo of your smiling face and those perfect tits glistening in the sun with the caption “come over <3”, keigo knew he didn’t stand a chance.

and he was right, your body drove him to clinical insanity.

within 10 minutes of entering your apartment, your slick was dripping down his chin as you rode his face without a care in the world, that same smile still intact.

keigo had already creamed his pants twice, but could you really blame him?

you treated him like he was a toy just for your personal pleasure, like he was good for nothing more than making you cum.

yet you were so delicate, muttering apologizes anytime when you thought you were too rough with him.

but honestly? he wishes you were rougher.

when he guided your shaking hand to his hair, silently giving you permission to tug, your smile almost split your face.

keigo was only for you.

oh, and when you finally got around to riding his cock? he just sat and took it, not being able to choke out anything more than a whine at your movements, you took his cock like it was a mission, he was almost scared.

“ffuck-”

“my pretty little thing—shit, so g-good for me.”

he was more than happy to give you what you wanted when you asked him to cum inside. he could help but let a few tears slip when you scratched his back in the place where his wings used to be.

you made keigo so sensitive.

even while riding him, you loomed over him, and it made his cock so, so much harder. he wanted to be wrapped up in your body all the time.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 

Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:

Umbrella - Rihanna

Can I - Kehlani

Moodswings - Pop Smoke

Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN

OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J

Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox

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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.

Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 

When the fuck did he get this fine? You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper affect on you than you anticipated. Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 

They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 

“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.” And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Years). 

“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 

You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.” His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 

“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chainsmoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.” You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 

My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly. You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 

Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 

“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.” Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 

Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around. “The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 

You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 

Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”

Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 

Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 

And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.

Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun. After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?” Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 

Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!” Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 

And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?

Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both. Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now. Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 

You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle. “Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 

Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 

“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 

Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 

You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space. After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 

Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink. Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 

You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”

He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 

He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 

“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”

You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 

“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”

You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 

You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.

You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 

You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn’t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts. Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 

After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away. “Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 

You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.” She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow, before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 

Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable. “You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 

You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.” He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 

You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 

And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 

After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 

Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.” You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 

Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.” His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 

He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 

“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?” You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon compliment his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him. And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 

“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.” Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well-done. The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 

You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual. When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you. “Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts in the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 

Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.” Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 

Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.

She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 

Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.

She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 

Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 

“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.” You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 

You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention. “Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 

Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.” You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk to which you roll your eyes at. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 

“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.” You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 

You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 

After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke. He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 

You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils. “There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 

He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.” And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense. “You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 

His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “The feeling is mutual.” You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him. You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 

Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”

You believe the part about Rumi after being her roomie for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you? You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 

As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 

“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.

“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 

He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone. You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to ware off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it. Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 

You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut. Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 

You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.

He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 

He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.

“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.

“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 

Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man). He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.

You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 

Knock, knock. A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 

You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.” He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?” You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few braincells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 

“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread open pussy from another angle. “Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 

You’re in such shock that if it isn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming, like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction, as if this is some inside joke to them…is it? “Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 

“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 

Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”

He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 

Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.” Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 

You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street. Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”

He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 

Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.

“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away. “But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 

Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t. Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.

When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 

Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.

You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 

“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.” He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attach their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 

Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs. His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.” The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 

Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 

Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.” His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”

Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek. Smack! You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 

Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too. Smack! You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 

“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.” Smack! Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 

Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy who always betrays you as a slut. “Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 

And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle. At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 

Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 

Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.

“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 

“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”

Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 

When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 

And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.

Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 

“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”

Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 

They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.

Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.

Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 

You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr. You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 

Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you. You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands. Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 

Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.

You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 

“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.” And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 

You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different. Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 

Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 

And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good. No one else. This only becomes realer for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 

Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.” He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 

 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.” Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.” You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 

You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.

Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?” You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 

He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.

“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 

You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached. Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 

“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.” You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.” Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 

The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming. “God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 

Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?” His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle to makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival. “K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 

As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 

Ten. 

Nine.

“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 

Eight… 

Seven.

Six. 

Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 

Two. 

One. 

Zero.

Happy New Year!

Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.

As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does. Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies. You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high. “Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.

Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 

When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say. Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 

You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.” Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush. “Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 

“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.

You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 

Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.

For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both him and Dabi’s mingling scents. “This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”

Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 

Knock, knock, knock! You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 

“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 

You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cotton tail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 

He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 

THE END. 

[lemmetreatya]

personal trainer!hawks who has such a unique code when it comes to helping you achieve your health goals. how he playfully stuffs his hand over your mouth when you try sneak an early reward snack, or how his arms curl around your waist from the back whilst you’re waiting for your daily smoothie to blend. or even how he accompanies you with shopping straight after a gym session, his fingers occasionally entwined with yours as they push the trolley.

although personal trainer!hawks’ most unique method yet is how he doesn’t hesitate to fold you into a mating press and fuck you silly on your stretching mat during your 1am gym session. or how he has your workout leggings shucked to your knees in the middle of the supermarket carpark as you messily squirt over his fingers and onto the dark tarmac. or even how he suggests you break your fast and stuff your mouth with his cock as he volunteers to cook your bulk meals.

you can’t help but wonder if personal trainer!hawks uses this method with his other clients.

[lingeriae]

"BABY"

your plump lips pulled into a frown, staring at the poptart inside of the microwave as it spinned around and around, your thoughts racing and you started to space out.

"It's kinda late to be eating that." a honeyed voice said from behind you.

your body jerked forward before you kissed your teeth, looking over your shoulder at the blonde who wore a coy smile on his lips. you took your time to really look at him, the way his red wings seemed to glow under the blinding dim light of the kitchen, his hair was ruffled like he had been running his hand through it. but then again it always looked like that. his narrowed golden eyes seemed to shine even with the bags that dragged them down, a physical sign that he hasn't been getting proper sleep, his pretty pink lips, with his bottom lip being bigger than his top, making him seem like he was pouting sometimes. your eyes then dragged to the new scars that adorned his face, they stood out but still made him look beautiful. he wore wife beaters with a black compressed shirt, his hands shoved into his pocket and you watched as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, the veins in them bulging at the movement, returning your stare.

giving him a quick glare to disguise you checking him out you turn back to the microwave trying your best to ignore him. Keigo watched you, a frown making it's way unto his face. he could tell something was up. he straightened up making sure to walk loudly so you knew he was walking up to you, watching as you tense and try your hardest to ignore him.

"what's wrong?" you don't aswer him shuddering at the warmth that suddenly overcomes you as he stands behind you. through your side eye you can see him bringing up his arm to rest right where your hips meet the counter having you trapped, his actions has your chest rising and falling fastly, not being able to keep up your facade as you spin around to fix him with a sharp look.

"you're fucking stupid." he has the audacity to hum at you which has your gaze sharpening. "Tokoyami was worried, he almost cried."

Keigo bites his lip to fight back a laugh mentally imagining the bird boy crying along with his dark shadow, the slap you deliver to his chest has him clearing his throat but a grin is still present on his lips. sucking your teeth, you cross your arms over your chest looking down at your feet while shaking your head. "i despise you." you whisper to him, afraid your voice will crack if you talk any louder. you head the blonde sigh, cupping your face and pulling it up so he can see it clearly, wiping the tears had begun to fall from them and rubbing his tumb over your pretty plump lips, feeling how plush and soft they felt. he kisses you softly, almost like he's afraid to break you giving your brown lips a gentle nip before pulling away tucking your bonnet behind your ears and smiling at the snort you let out.

"you know im never leaving you right?" he says, not whispering but saying it gentle enough that anyone would think otherwise. a sigh fell from your lips as you closed your eyes with a nod, you could feel more tears coming as keigo cooed at you kissing your cheeks and rubbing them with his thumb trying his best to comfort you.

almost losing him was so scary. the way he was unmoving in the bandages at the hospital had you thinking you were never getting him back. you couldn't look at him without bursting out in tears, and you hated him for making himself get hurt like that. every night you would wake up and lay your head on his chest, just to hear his heartbeat in fear of losing him.

you couldn't lose him.

"look at me, hey, look at me." he says, voice gentle and comforting and you're opening your eyes breathing shakily as you look at him. "keigo, I can't loose you."

he nods in understanding, bringing his hands to your hips to rub circles in them. "I know, baby. you wont." you bring your head down to rest against his chest, sighing as he rests his against the top of your head. "you made my poptart get cold."

chuckling, he moves to kiss the top of your head and you feel how his chest vibrates with his laugh, a smile pulling at your lips as you can feel his heartbeating. "well, you shouldn't be eating that shit so late anyway."

your both rocking back and fourth in the kitchen, your ears on his chest listening to his heart beat and his hands against your waist rubbing small circles against the skin. the silence is comforting, with the additional sound of the tv that he refuses to turn off in the background.

"keigo," he hums against your head, indicating he was listening.

"im pregnant."

[ruubric]

Keigo Takami is pretty. His beauty is prominent, lingering in your mind long after he's sped out of your life. His golden features compete with the warmth of the sun, you feel yourself heat up just from looking at him. The morning sun's incarnate. But along with every rise of the sun, it must fall to make way for night.

Touya Todoroki is pretty. His beauty is like the beauty of a blue flame before it burns everything you've ever loved. He is your darkness, hot to the touch but a cold, lonely countenance. Two lonely people together. The silver stars that adorn his face are like chains to the past.

[sat0-get0]

・❥ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧' 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 '𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬' 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙞𝙜, 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙪), 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭), 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙘), 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (#𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 3 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 "𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩" 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘤. 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

"What?!" you exclaim, eyes darting from Miruko and back to Keigo.

"So you're telling me," you pause, letting out a light chuckle. "that the Keigo 'Hawks' Takami has never been laid?" Miruko joins your fit of giggles as she notices your exasperated expression. "I just don't have the time, guys." he pouts, feathers ruffling behind him.

"No no, it's completely normal." Miruko says, wiping a tear that slipped from her eye from her giggles. "The issue isn't you being a virgin." You nod in agreement, picking up your cup to take a sip before continuing for her. "You're only 23 so there's no rush. The issue is you flirt with hundreds of girls who drop their panties at the sight of you and haven't fucked any."

"With the commission on my ass, fucking somebody is the last thing that's on my mind." he sighs, running a hand through his blonde locks. Keigo obviously has the emotions of any other young adult, having to fuck his fist from time to time between missions. Anytime he's gotten even close to a sexual encounter, something interferes and it ends in another disappointing night.

"You need to get laid. Fast." you tell him, not realizing how your comment came off. "If you wanna fuck me, just say that." Keigo says with a chuckle that implies that he's only half joking. Miruko has always noticed the tension between you two, more than either of you ever have. You both tried to mask it behind giggles and grins but she reads you like a book and picks up on it everytime. Much like right now.

"Damn, I have to go type up some papers for the commission right now actually." She says, grabbing her things and heading for the door. "Bye, Rumi!" you yell out and she flashes you a smile before closing the front door behind her. "You know I was serious right?" Keigo tells you, filling the silence that Miruko left. "Serious about what?" you ask genuinely. You watch as he approaches you on the couch, getting real close to you.

"Let's not beat around the bush here, pretty. I'm sure we both have the same idea." You raise a brow at him before pointing a finger at his chest, your nail threatening to poke him. "I'm not one of your lil fangirls, Kei'." you say with sass, looking him up n' down. "You're not." He tells you, his warm hands moving down to your waist. "That's why I'm dead serious." he admits.

You feel him tug your body towards him and help him out, throwing a leg over his, successfully sitting in his lap. You examine his face for any signs of him joking and can't find a single hint of unseriousness. You watch as he looks down at your lips before leaning closer to you but you simply press your forehead to his. "Keigo, I want your first time to be special." you say sympathetically, analyzing his soft features.

"With you? Trust me, it'll be as special as it gets." That's all he has to say before you're pressing your lips to his. He seems to be an experienced kisser, knowing exactly where to move his tongue and exactly how to move his lips against yours. You bite down gently on his lower lip to which he releases a groan at. You bring you hand up to his chin, manicured nails scratching at the small scruff as you suck gently on his tongue.

"Fuck, baby.." he mumbles against your lips before reciprocating the energy, giving you a couple of teasing bites in return. You feel his grip on your waist tighten, moving your hips back and forth subtly against him. You purr quietly against his soft lips, assisting in the movement with a back and forth of your hips. You pull away from him much to his discontent, placing your hands on his shoulders. He gives you a nervous chuckle before admitting with a dopey grin, "I've never really made it past this."

You share a laugh with him before reassuring him. "Don't worry, Kei. I'll help you out." He notices you moving to take off your shirt and he follows suit, exposing his muscular build which surprises most. His gold eyes fall down to your tits, feeling like he's back in his teenage body all over again. He wants to take your bra off immediately but he doesn't have to wait long, watching as you reveal your cute nipples to him.

"You're cute." you giggle, pecking his lips before getting off his lap for a moment. Keigo feels the antsy feeling build up inside him, feeling giddy about how this is really happening. You pull down your shorts along with your pretty pink panties, exposing your pussy to him. His dick jumps at the sight and he takes it as a hint to free himself from his own suffocating confines. You knew you'd have to take the reigns on this one but with his size, it might be a bit of a challenge.

"What?" he asks, noticing your staring. You climb back into his lap before admitting blatantly, "You have a big dick." He snorts at your comment, sighing in relief in his head. "Thanks?" he says, playful confusion evident in his tone. You simply giggle it off before pressing your pussy against his cock. His breath hitches at the warmth between your legs, making him throb against you. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a firm tug when you reach the back of his head. His head tilts back the way you wanted it to and your lips are already on his neck, kissing away.

You start off slow, licking at the skin before pressing sensual kisses on the area. You feel him throb against you as you kiss a specific spot and give an experimental suck, grinning against the skin as a groan rumbles low in his throat. "Need you, angel." You sit up against him, slowly rubbing him between your slick lips. "You ready?" you ask and he nods eagerly, a little too fast. "Tell me to stop if you need or want me to for any reason, okay?" and this time he nods slower, meeting your soft gaze.

You lift your hips up and align Keigo with your hole. As soon as you get the tip in, he gasps softly, bucking his hips up. "Fuck, baby, wait." You tell Keigo, unclouding his mind by grounding him with your voice that he can't get enough of, especially not right now. "What's wrong?" he asks you, concern laced in his tone. He looks so good, chest heaving and curls messier than how he usually likes to keep it.

"Remember, Kei', you're big. I'm gonna take my time." you smile softly, running your hands down his chest before placing them back on his shoulders. He gives you a sheepish nod before relaxing against the couch again, letting you do your thing. You sink down the rest of his cock slowly but it was worth it, both letting out a languid moan at the warmth and sensual feeling of it all.

You lean down, placing your lips on his in a sweet manner. He tries to focus on your lips as much as his mind will let him but with the way you're squeezing him so tight, he can barely reciprocate the energy. Keigo stops kissing you all together, gasping against your lips once you move your hips up before planting them back down against him. You chuckle before repeating the action, the sound of your thighs meeting his filling the room.

He doesn't know what to focus on. Your cute tits bouncing in his face, your slick dripping down the base of his dick with each bounce, or the way your pussy sucks him in like it never wants to release his cock. "Oh fuck!" you whimper softly, moving your hips in a way that has his tip pressing against the most special spots inside you. "Does that feel good, baby?" he groans out, slurring his words. "So good, Kei'. So so good."

No moment could ever compare to this. The beauty before him, the one he's always had eyes on being pleased with him alone in this moment. Keigo doesn't know if his eyes are watering and fogging up at the pleasure or at the intimacy of it all. No girl he's ever flirted or made out with can compare. He feels like bursting inside you already but he can't. Can't have you released from his embrace too quickly.

If he doesn't ground himself soon, your insides are gonna be painted white any second now. He gears his attention towards your tits, plush lips wrapping around the perky bud and sucking instantly. You mewl out, your noises making it much harder for him to keep his mind about him. "More, Keigo, please!" you beg. You're begging for him, no one else. He's established in his own love induced head that you're his and no one else's now. The feeling of you is too great to risk not having it forever. Everything from your sweet pussy, the one that's clinging onto him so tightly, to your cute attitude and wonderful mind. It can only be shared with him moving forward.

"Want you to be mine, angel." he confesses, moving away from your nipples and looking up into your eyes. You look down at him and then away in shyness, warmth settling in your face. You nod eagerly, leaning down to take his lips. "Only yours, Kei." you mumble against his lips, fighting off your moans. "Wanna be yours so bad." Now he really can't hold back from coming, holding your waist with a grip so tight it'll leave a mark.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." he groans against gritted teeth, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "In my pussy. Please, Kei, 'm on the pill." you strain out with an exhale, humping him with no clear coordination at this point. At your words, he's spilling inside you. You feel loads and loads of cum shooting into your pussy, all the pent up feelings he's had being dumped out inside you. You can't help but let go as well, clawing at his shoulders as you cum all over his dick. You stop moving your hips as sporadically as before, crying out his name so loudly it makes his head spin.

You collapse onto Keigo, chests heaving against each other. Your eyes have been shut since you were coming and you don't think you'll open them any time soon. Exhaustion washing over you as you breathe heavily against him but you don't know if you'll sleep just yet. So sensitive and overwhelmed from coming so hard.

Once you're both calm and collected, a nice silence with background noises of the city settling in Keigo's living room. "You know I was serious, right?" you hear him mumble. Your eyes remain shut as you practically whisper out a reply. "'Bout what?" "About wanting to make you mine." He's shy about his words even after getting the confession out moments ago. You nuzzle your face against him before saying only half jokingly. "On one condition." you tell him before yawning. "You clean me up and put my clothes back on. I'm tired." he chuckles at your cute mutters, smoothing a hand over your forehead, sweat cooling off of it.

"Yes ma'am."

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

You Ask What Color They Want Their Cock Wrapped In (Aka you’re getting your nails done)

(Todoroki, Bakugo, Hawks)

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BASOREXIA ⋰ ⟪A. SHOUTA ﹠ K. TAKAMI⟫

chapter four ↬ a divided night

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ↬ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, infidelity, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ↬ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

chapter summary ↬ after two weeks of non-response from Keigo, you finnaly get a call from him today. Today, you'll learn just how far Keigo wants you to go? you'll do it right? after all, so much depends on you, right?

chapter warnings ↬ sm*t, 18+, minors do not interact. blow-jobs. slight face-fucking. cow-girl position. // blackmail. dubious-con. cunnilingus. fingering. yandere tendencies.

word count ↬ 4.5k

Nothing.

No texts. No calls. No emails. No nothing from Keigo. Nothing. 

A week had passed since that fateful dinner, something that changed the course of your life of course. After the dinner, he suddenly disappeared, soon learning he went to a two-week-long conference out of the country. 

On purpose, you thought to yourself, as you lay in bed, draping yourself on Shouta’s warm body. Lifting your head slightly, you glanced over at your phone, face down against the wooden nightstand. Letting out a silent breath as you rested your head against him again. The sun was barely peeking through the curtains, indicative of a new day approaching. You twisted your body, Shouta’s own unconsciously reacting to your movements as you laid stomach-down against him. Using your hands to rest your chin, feeling his chest heave slowly, up and down. His hands had readjusted themselves, resting underneath your bare ass, holding you close to him. Smirking, an idea popping into your head, as you begin to shuffle, moving yourself lower and lower. You came face to face with his boxers, his erection pressing against them, threatening to come out with one move. 

You looked back up at his resting face, before glancing back down at your task at hand. Thumbing at the elastic hem, you slowly pulled down the fabric, his length springing up from its confinements. You pulled the rest of the boxers down for some freeing space, before wrapping your hand around him. Gasping as you leaned forwards, placing a few kisses up and down. Soon you stuck your tongue, gliding yourself up and down, your hand following along. Shouta let out a deep groan, still deep in his sleep, his body moving around. Smirking, continuing your actions as your thumb soon reached up to his thick mushroom-like tip, pre-cum dribbling out of him, trailing down. Your tongue soon reaches the tip as well, swirling it around before taking it, sucking on it slowly. Slowly and slowly, you swallowed him more and more, using your hands to cover what you couldn't. 

The slightly salty taste didn't deter you, letting out a slight moan as you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. You drooled all over him as you sucked away at him, stretching your throat around him. You could feel your pussy throb as you gagged around him, your slick dripping down the back and your inner thighs. Your hands worked around the thick length of his cock, the slippery spit helping you. Tears welled in your eyes, your soft moans vibrating through him. Shouta’s groans and gasps echoed throughout the room, along with the wet sounds of your actions. His body jerked and trembled underneath you, before feeling his rough hands slowly sliding up your body. Glancing up, you locked eyes with dark brown ones, still heavy with sleep. Cheeks curling into a smirk, you continued to swallow him down, the feeling of his eyes on you phishing you to go faster and faster. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hands soon reaching up to your wrapped-up hair, his large hands grabbing at it, guiding your head up and down his cock. 

Gasping, coming up for a few breaths, spit and drool dripping from your lips, your hand still twisting around him. Before you could go back down, you could feel his hands leave your head, going right back to your waist. Squealing as he suddenly pulled you up, straddling you right onto his waist, giggling as you towered over him. His legs bent upwards, stabilizing himself as he lifted you up. Letting out a loud, gaspy moan as he slowly slid himself into you. The stretch was slightly painful, as neither of you prepped, but that didn't stop you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin as he sunk further and further into you. You whimpered as he thrust into you one time, testing the waters.

He hummed and waited a few moments before doing it again, this time you whimpered dripping with pleasure instead of pain. 

“Shouta,” you gasped, clenching around him as he speedily thrust into you, taking in every sound that you make. 

He said nothing, only humming as his hands rested on your ass, easily lifting you up and down his cock. Your moans soon got louder and louder, echoing against the otherwise empty room you both lay in. You moved your head down to look at him, his eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure. Smiling, one of your hands reaching up, thumb stroking at his face. Slowly, your hips ground against him, following along with his rhythm. You could feel his hands squeeze at your sides, keeping you stable as you rocked yourself as well, following along. The two of you locked eyes, looking into his deep brown ones, gazing down at his rough stubble. Your hands were stretched out, pressing against his naked chest, feeling the hairs on his chest scratching against your palms. Head thrown back in pleasure, spit dripping from your mouth as your mind hazed over. 

Legs trembling, your eyes rolled back to your head as you were thrust into your orgasm. Your nails dug moons into his skin, stabilizing yourself from the erotic feeling. Shouta let off heavy grunts before reaching his own climax, letting off low moans as he filled you up. Breathing heavily, slumping up against his sweaty body, laying across his chest. You could feel his hands sliding up and down your back, his actions providing an unknown comfort. As your mind and body began to relax, eyes lowering further and further, you couldn't help that one last glance before turning your head and body, facing your lover. His head was turned from you, his phone in hand. Glancing over at the screen, you could tell he was scrolling through emails, rolling his eyes at certain ones. Glancing down at his face one more time, you couldn't help the swell within your heart as you pushed yourself up, kissing up along his beard. 

Shouta groaned which formed into a deep chuckle as he suddenly placed his phone down before turning and facing you. You giggled as he basically scooped you into his arms, pushing right back into your previous position, straddling him, and pressing against his now soft dick. 

“Insatiable, is what I should call you?” His morning voice was so much deeper than his regular one, and his regular one was already so deep. 

The low vibrations only caused you to ache further, inhaling and breathing out slowly, lowly moaning as well. 

“I can’t help it, when you look like that,” your voice alluring to him as his hands slide right back down to your waist, beginning to continue your ride as well.

You were still dripping wet, a mix of both his and your juices mixing and sopping out of you. Just as you were about to reach down and put him right back inside of you. A sudden sound jolted the both of you. The two of you glanced over to your left, seeing your phone rigging and vibrating against the nightstand. Sighing, you leaned over as much as you could, grabbing the device off the table. Your eyes glanced down at the caller ID before widening in complete shock. 

Keigo is calling…

Your heart was beating in between your ears, you could do nothing but stare at the screen. You must have been staring for too long because Shouta’s voice soon cut through your trance, “are you going to answer that?”

Inhaling sharply, you turned to look at him, “hmm? Oh..” you started, looking back at your phone.

“...yeah, give me a minute, “ you mumbled, swinging your leg off of him and the bed. 

On the floor, you grabbed his shirt before flinging it on and walking to the bathroom. You opened the door before closing it behind you, before walking over to the toilet, opening it up, and sitting right on top of it. Your hands were shaking, you could barely move your thumb to the white and green sliding button. 

You answered the call. 

“Hello…”

“Heyyy, good morning? Hope I didn’t wake you up!”

He answered as if nothing was amiss between the two of you like it was him calling to see if your plans to go to the coffee shop were still on. 

You sniffed a bit before answering, “umm no, I was… I was already awake.”

He hummed, “that’s good, that’s good. Listen, I was wondering if you had any free time today to hang out this morning, head over to the coffee shop we always go to?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’m free right now…?”

“Oh no, that’s perfectly fine! I understand this was all short notice.”

You almost sighed in relief but you held that until you pressed the glaring red button. Just as you were about to say your goodbyes, Keigo suddenly cut in. 

“But you’ll be free tonight right?”

You blinked, heart racing again, “to…tonight?”

He hummed, “yes tonight, you’ll come to the address I’ll send you right? Be there at 8?”

“Keigo, I—”

You could feel your heart dropping as Keigo’s tone suddenly turned into a desolate coldness you had only a taste of during the dinner, “it’d be in your best interest if you were free tonight.”

Blinking away the tears, you slowly nodded your head, sniffing a bit, “okay, okay… I’m free tonight.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you tonight!”

Click.

Whole body shaking, you could help the fumble as you tried to catch your phone, but it was no use, the electronic device clanging and hitting the floor. You covered your mouth, muffling the frantic sobs that were beginning to spill out of your mouth. You sank to the floor, hitting your head against the sink cabinet. Tears burned in your eyes, nearly blinding you as you tried to blink and wipe them away but it was no use, the hot liquid streaming down your face. The heavy sinking feeling within grew larger, like a ball of lead habituating within your stomach. Your mind was hazed, like black smoke slowly filling your thoughts, and your senses, you could only rock yourself, hoping to find some kind of lifeline, but you were hanging on by a thread.

What were you going to do? Do you tell Shouta, do you just break things off with him and continue… whatever Keigo was offering towards you? Or do you lie to him… lie to him about what Keigo has been sending you? Lie to him and not tell him how he’s been stalking the two of you since the summer times?

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You gasp, looking towards the door, your eyes clearing as you heard his voice. 

“Love… are you okay?”

Inhaling sharply, you pushed yourself up as quickly as you could, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the sink, cupping your hands underneath the running water before splashing your face multiple times to clean your face of the snot that had begun to drop down your face, as well as the tears that had dried and made white streaks against your face. Grabbing the towel, begin to wipe your face before walking towards the door, and opening it. You looked up at Shouta, taking on a confused look on your face. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, just got a call from my mom, about my grandmother? She… she had a real bad scare but they said she’ll be fine.”

Your grandmother was currently in hospice, in the final year of her life. You felt slightly sick to use her life as an excuse for your troubles, but you had no other way to explain your red eyes and croaky voice. Shouta’s face turned from confused to a more wistful look. He reached out towards you, pulling you into an embrace. All you could feel was his red-hot guilt running through you. You don’t deserve his comfort, you don’t deserve his hugs, his love, and his tranquility that he brings with him. You soon wrapped your arms around him, your tears only reigniting, the salty liquid hitting Shouta’s bare skin. 

You may not deserve his comfort, but by god, were you going to take what you could. 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You stood in front of the house, the large frame daunting in front of you. It was a modern house with a contemporary style, as if he was trying to show off in every aspect. Every light was off, including the ones decorating the edges of the very large driveway, which conveniently, only had one car in front of it. It was the one you would see him drive all the time. So you knew, this was his home.

You wore a large, leather coat, one of the many gifts Shouta had given you. Two hours before arriving here, you got another text from Keigo, it was a picture of you, during the summer. You were alone in said picture, but you knew the implications behind it and just happened to see familiar dark hair standing not too far from you. 

Wear the outfit you wore in this picture, exactly to the tee. 

It was a black jean mini-skirt, with chains wrapped and hanging on the fabric as well, along with a lace-see-through bodysuit. You had paired it with the long leather coat along with knee-length platform combat boots as well as see-through black stockings with black dots all over them. The hairstyles were different of course, you had your natural hair pressed and flat iron in a silk press while your hair is currently in butterfly locs right now. Sighing as you slide away from the pictures, before suddenly landing on a picture you took of you and Shouta a while back. You couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on your face as you

Your phone buzzed in your hands, lifting up to see a text from Keigo. 

Are you gonna stand outside and catch a cold, or are you gonna come inside?

You gazed up at the house once again, before letting out a breath and walking up towards the door. You could do nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and your boots hitting the pavement. You soon stood before the door, hand shaking as you curled your hand into a fist before knocking on it one, two, three times. You brought your hand down, hands fidgeting at your side. 

He didn’t come to the door, the cool wind blowing at your side. Was he watching you stand out here? You shuffled a bit, side to side. He definitely knew you were out here, as evidenced by the text he sent you. You picked up your phone, glancing at the text still lingering around on your lock screen. 

The deadlock clicked, your eyes widening as the sound of the doorknob turning caught your attention. The door barely squeaked as it was opening. Standing behind the construct was the man himself. He wasn’t in the fancy attire you had last seen him in, rather he was wearing a baggy shirt, along with some gray sweatpants, hanging off of his waist. His amber eyes gazed down at you, lingering off your figure before looking at you dead in your eyes. The sudden sharp look jolted you, taking a step back in shock. 

He then smirked, before taking a step back, turning his body so you could enter the home, his arm gesturing out for you to do so. With no other option, you entered his abode. 

The decor of his home shocked you a bit, expensive looking, one might think too expensive for a professor’s salary. The entire right wall was made of windows, allowing you to see the greenery behind you along with the sun-setting sky. He could feel his aura standing right behind you, as you moved into his living room. There were a multitude of couches spread out throughout the large living room. 

“Pick anywhere to sit at, make yourself comfortable.” He called out in front of you, before brushing past you, heading towards something that looked like a kitchen area. 

You could only nod your head, before walking towards the couch that faced the large fireplace, which was on, heating and illuminating the room. You rubbed your hands together, to gather heat between your hands. You could hear the clacking of glass and proline against each other in the background for a bit before the sound of the footsteps replaced it. Looking over to your left, you found Keigo walking towards you, holding a tray in his hands. 

He came around you, placing the tray right on the expensive coffee table right in front of you. In the tray, you saw an assortment of different treats, along with two steaming hot cups of what looked like hot chocolate. Your eyes caught movement as you glanced up, seeing his form walk access the space between you and the table before taking a seat a few inches away from you. 

“I just got back from a really big conference, so I couldn’t do much grocery shopping but there was the sweet store and bakery that I thought you might really enjoy! You like wafer cookies, right?”

You blinked, wafer cookies were your favorite cookies, you almost always got them whenever you went out to bakeries and sweet shops. You glanced down at the tray before making eye contact with a multitude of different colored wafer cookies. Green-colored matcha-flavored, there was a light pink strawberry-flavored cookie, with the filling squished in between them. Chocolate flavored, and your favorite flavor, vanilla. 

You nodded your head, before looking away from the table, looking at the carpet resting on top of the brown porcelain floors. Cold hands jolted you as you felt pads of fingers pressing into your face before the hand turned you towards your right. 

“Come on,” he smiled, although his smile did not reach his eyes. 

“I put in all that work in Paris to get you these snacks, you don’t know who I had to bribe in order to get this back here.” In his other hand, he held the creme-colored wafer in his hands, holding up close to plump, glossy lips. 

With a singular press, you held back a whine as you slowly opened your mouth. Keigo smirked, before prodding the sweet into your mouth. You bit down, a noticeable soft crunch before the saccharine flavor hit your tongue oh-so-perfectly. The vanilla bean was noticeable, paired with most high-grade sugar along with the perfect crunch of the wafer cookie. This was superior to the wafer cookies you would buy at the grocery stores. You hated how much you enjoyed it, how much the flavor, the filling, and the cookie melted on your tongue. You swallowed the dessert, already missing the flavor before feeling the slighted ragged edge pressed up against your lips. 

Keigo continued to feed you the cookie, following up with another flavor as well. He wouldn't let you feed yourself the cookies, possibly fulfilling one of the many things he wanted you to do. By the time he stopped, he had fed you one of every flavor, which was quite a few before suddenly lifting up one of the streaming cups up to your face. 

“Drink,” his voice was soft, but there was a stern tone, he wasn’t asking.

You bent your head over slightly, pushing your locs away from the side of your face, before taking a long sip of the smooth, silky hot chocolate, perfectly sweetened to the taste. You couldn't help but shiver as it hit your stomach, warming you from the inside. Keigo said nothing, shifting around a bit as he placed the cup down. You could only gaze down at your hands, seeing how the slight tremble was beginning to stop, your once nerve-wracking heart palpitations slowing down. Closing your eyes, sighing as you lean back against the leather couch, the cold feel only allows you to relax further. 

The press of something soft had you opening your eyes, making eye contact with a Keigo holding a soft white napkin in his hands.

“Here, you have some crumbs on your face.”

Before you could protest, he pressed the wipe on your face a little harder, not enough to wipe away the makeup you had put on your face but enough to wipe away the mess you had made. You sat still, waiting for him to finish on his fonding. You took the time to really take in his home. With the lavishness and modernity of it all, you wonder just what he does for the university to make a living like this. You couldn't help but compare to Shouta’s quaint two-story home, and wondered…

Just how much power did Keigo have?

With money comes power, and in comparison, Keigo… Keigo may have the upper hand. 

“... hello… hello?”

A snap broke you out of your trance, gasping a bit before quickly turning to the right, seeing Keigo’s concerned expression on you.

“Hey, you okay?” He placed a large hand on your knee.

It was like lightning struck, as you felt his caressing and rubbing away at your smooth skin, the softness of his in rough comparison to Shouta’s own. His hand slid down towards your inner thigh, all while his fingers rubbed circles in your skin. You let off a breathy gasp, cutting yourself off as you felt that familiar ache. You nodded your head, albeit a bit shaky as you tried to move a little to the left. His soft touch suddenly turned harsh, gripping your thigh and commanding in his own right. His face didn’t match the grip, the “concern” only shining further as he got closer to you. 

“No, no you don’t look all right, you look tense…” His hand slid down further, a slight squeak erupting from your lips. 

You tried to grab his hand, a last respite, but his other hand came up around, grabbing your hand before guiding it towards your other thigh. He used your hand and his one to part your thigh before the original hand continued toward your now-moist panties. You can feel his fingers slowly press against the fabric, right on top of your clit. The sudden feeling had you squirming in his hold

“Just let me help you,” he whispered, moving his head right near your ear. 

“Keigo… Keigo wait ,” you tried to interrupt but he immediately cut you off, by suddenly tugging your panties to the side. 

Your calls went unanswered, cut off as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy.

“Shush… shh …” he whispered, “do exactly what I say when I say it. You remember right?”

The flashes of Bambino enter your mind, the dinner that sets everything off for you and the next possible course of your life. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes flashed in your mind. You had to get him off of you somehow, but then something else popped into your mind. The texts, the emails, the pictures, the damning evidence that can ruin both your and Shouta’s lives together. The plans you had made after you had graduated, everything… 

You let out a choked moan as Keigo sunk another finger into you, curling up right up to your g-spot. His fingers were wet with your lube, he moved them slowly in and out within you. Deeper and deeper you fell as he pressed his thumb against your clit, not before dipping it in your juices before doing so. Your body arched against the couch as he did so, squeezing and clenching around his long fingers. 

“You feel good, baby?” He mumbled in your ear. 

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, you could tremble in his hold as he twisted and coiled his fingers. You could only let out another moan as you hunch forward as your leg quivered, clenching tighter around him. Your lower abdomen felt ablaze as tears fell down your face you let out a sudden screech, your climax hitting you at a sudden full speed. Your nails dug into your thighs as you spilled over, having a death clench around his fingers. With a heavy breath, you fell back against the couch, sweat dripping down your face. An emptiness echoed in you as Keigo slowly pulled his fingers out of you. With what strength you could muster, you turned your head to look at him just as he placed them right on his tongue, letting off a muted moan as he sucked the juices off of them. 

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out, wiping his salvia on his sweatpants. Finding yourself, you placed your hands on either side of you, before beginning to push yourself up. Keigo must have heard you move because you felt two hands suddenly come up at your hips before suddenly turning your body. You squealed, back hitting the seats of the couch, long locs spread out under you. Your skirt rode up to your hips, revealing your pulled-back panties and soaked pussy to him. 

“Wait, wait what are you doing now…? Did you get what you wanted?”

He only smirked, pulling your legs closer towards his hunched form, “that was just to help you relax, this is what i really wanted.”

He pushed your legs back as far as they could while still wearing the dress. You could feel his fingers curled underneath the fabric of your underwear, before basically ripping it off your body, throwing it onto the floor. With no other warning, he went at you like a madman, sucking and eating away at your cunt. Keigo sucked at your already sensitive clit, causing you to squeal and buck in his hold. 

“Oh my god,” your voice cut in through the sound echoing through the house. 

“Fuck, I can taste him… you were with him this morning weren’t you?”

You could only let out a whine, body shaking as much as could whilst he pinned you down. 

Keigo lifted his face slightly before spitting right in your sopping cunt before diving back into you. Your back arched against the couch, unable to grapes anything. You could feel his tongue flicking your clit before his lips would wrap around it, sucking away at it. He was so messy with it, unlike Shouta, who would prefer for you to sit on his face and was a bit more refined with it. You could feel his lips smirking against you as he licked up and down, his tongue sticking into your hole. You couldn't help but take a glance at Kiego, seeing his face with your juices. The sight only caused you to lurch and buck right into his face.

“Oh,” his voice vibrates right against your clit, causing you to let out a gasp and moan, “someone’s enjoying themselves. What would dear ol’ Aizawa say?” He teased, laying long wet kisses right on your clit. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, causing you to look back down at him. 

“It’ll be our little secret.” 

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Welcome to my reading corner

18•Black•She/Her•Reader

Just a reader and I’m reblogging the ones that I like or just putting some of the girls (or others) on to some good writers that I enjoy(if I don’t reblog no hard feelings, especially for the new people that I’m putting on this app.Majority of them are going to be in my likes but I’m going to reblog too.This is also a safe space for writers, POC, and LGBTQA(so no fucking slander tf)

Who I read for

Real people:

KayFlock, Ja Morant, Shilo Sanders, Vampire diaries cast, Some Marvel cast,etc.

Anime:

JJK, AOT, Naruto, One Piece, SDS, MHA,etc