#keigo x reader smut

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo who can't sleep without you cock warming him or he becomes a big baby, needs to feel your gooey insides keep him safe all night long or he wakes up whiny and close to tears. You sneak off one night to get a drink or use the bathroom and came back to him crying while squeezing himself in his hands, dazed and confused on where the warmth went and you had to ease him back into you, warm and still lose from not minutes earlier.

"Don't leave, don't leave again please, s' too cold without you. Need it- need you Dove, please." He doesn't fall asleep again for hours just trying to keep you in place, dozy distressed chirps soothed by you running you hand through his hair as he clings to you like you were the only thin keeping him tethered to earth.

[roxy-writes]

read this fic about hawks going into a rut and trying to hold back and almost started crying, so...

warnings: knotting, somno, not proofread, author is lost in the sauce

i need hawks to breed me rn. like i want him to be so drunk off of pussy that he can't even think. he'd be so loopy and horny, i can't. even if i start crying bc of overstim i'm still gonna want it.

can't help but think about passing out while hawks is fucking you bc you're so tired- and him not stopping. just him continuing to fuck you even though you're not awake. he can't stop, your body still responds to him by covering his dick in slick and cum. he's barely even aware of what's happening around him, he's cum so much. there's an obscene squelching noise every time his hips thrust.

breathy moans of your name and little gasps escape his mouth with every jerk and thrust. he's holding your knees almost to your chest. all of a sudden he's cumming inside your pussy again with a whine. you've woken up now, the heat of his cum jolting you awake. his knot has formed inside of you, and your head hits the pillow below you. hawks looks overwhelmed and tired, and it's a long while before his cock softens so he can pull out. it takes a few seconds before he passes out atop you, cheek pressed to your chest. you lay there with his cum leaking out of your used hole.

[mysicklove]

i had the most unhinged thought and raced to your inbox because i need this demon expelled from my body asap. hawks coming home from the worst day of patrol, everything went wrong and he had to speak up at a press conference, play the part of perfect, and all he wants is to melt into your touch. you can see it in his eyes, the dark circles, and the weary tilt of his smile. "baby bird," his voice is hoarse, "need you to hurt me tonight," so he can finally unravel. you're the only one he wants to be perfect for. okay goodbyeee 💀

𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒

Pairing: Masochist! Hawks x Gn! Sadist! Reader

CW: face slapping, lots of blood, cock stepping, kicking, bruising, cock slapping, heavy degration, loss of air, mean reader, tons and tons of tears, scratching, mouth spitting, no mention of safe word but keep in mind it is there !!!

A/N: anon im sorry i totally changed ur thing, i just saw masochist hawks and sprinted. the demons wrote this, not me. dont look at me everyone. HEED THE TAGS

it was a way to blow off steam. something that he looks forward to, just some time where he doesn't have to think anymore. only feeling he has the stinging sensations and the tears that prick his eyes. it was an embaressing obsession he had. he loved pain.

Keigo walks to the bedroom, his hero costume tattered, and dark circles under his eyes. he is exhausted, but coming to you for your touch. pulling you close to him, and mumbling into your neck how bad he wants you to hurt him. till he bruises and bleeds. till every thought just disappears except for you.

and so you pull away, and slap him. it makes him tumble backward, and his yellow glasses fall off. he touches the tingling feeling on his face, blood spilling out from the skin caught on your wedding ring. you dont let up, sending another loud smack across his face, and this time he does fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

tears prick at his eyes, and he can feel his lip tear open. the taste of blood coats his mouth and he gulps, looking up at you for more.

he feels your foot jab onto his clothed cock and he keens, wincing up at you. "w-wait," he stutters, throwing his head back when your press even harder. "fuck!"

"wait? you want me to wait? after you begged for it like a dog?" he is squirming under you, tears now streaming down his face as you dig your foot into his pants.

"'m sorry. sorry—you are going to kill me!" he pleads, hands trying to dig themself into the carpet to fight back against the pain.

you sigh, and let up, instead using your foot to push at his chest, causing him to fall over and onto his back. "take off your clothes, Keigo," you mumble, taking a seat on the bed with crossed legs and staring down at him.

"okay. okay. I will. Just give me a minute!" he pants, tearing off his jacket and shirt as fast as he can. he knows something is coming, you werent playing nice.

you dont give him enough time, he reaches for his pants, and without hesitation you slam your foot into his stomach. he goes tumbling backwards and lands on his side, curling into a ball and panting. his eyes are wide and he is gripping onto his adomen. it surely will leave a huge bruise tomorrow. but thats not what he is worried about, he cant breathe.

"awww, did you get the wind knocked out of you? that's what happens when you move too slow," you tease, as you take in his appearance. he trembles in front of you, looking up at you in fear. tears drip down his cheeks and onto the ground, as he tries and fails to catch his breath.

you giggle at him, padding over to him. he flinches at the footsteps, bracing himself for another kick, but you just begin to unbutton his pants, pulling them down. "useless thing, arent you. cant follow any directions," you coo, now tearing off his boxers.

his cock springs out, tip red and leaking pre cum. "such a pervert! you sick fuck, keigo. who gets hard from getting beat?" you land another slap to his thigh, and his whole body jerks.

you smile at the red handprint, glancing back at him to see him beginning to drool. its coated red from the blood from his cheek and lip. he's is still heaving from the kick, eyes wide, and body gasping for oxygen.

"say Hawks do you get turned on when you are losing against villains? pop a boner like a freak for anyone who hits you?"

his eyes flash to you and he is shaking his head desperately. his words are breathless, "no. no. 'm not a freak!"

a quick, but harsh slap to his cock. he jumps again, globs of tears falling quicker. "fuckkkkk," he whimpers, shaking his head back and forth. his whole body shakes, and fingers dig into his own skin.

"you liar! do you want to be kicked again?"

"no no no no. im sorry. im sorry! im a freak. a pervert who likes to get hit. im sorry," he sobs, reaching for your ankle for comfort. you slap it away and he hisses, rubbing the back of it with a sniffle.

but you smile at him and lean over to sit on his chest. his head is still lolled to the side and his body racks with sobs. "shhhhhhh. so whiny Keigo. thanks for admitting it. my disgusting pervert. here, a reward."

you grab his face, hard enough to bruise, and force him to look up at you. his eyes are half shut in a wince, but he tries to force them open to look at you. you pry his mouth open, lean forward, and drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

he doesnt hesitate to swallow it, opening his mouth up again and sticking his tongue out to show you its gone. "th-thank you," he whimpers, and you smile fondly at him.

you hands trail up and down his down his body, sending vicicoius red raised scratchmarks along his pretty skin. "now, pervert....what should we do to this pretty canvas?"

he grins up at you, tears still dripping, and blood staining his cheeks and lips, but still stars in his eyes. "anything."

[neesieiumz]

basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation

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

series warnings ⇥ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, 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.

masterlist. taglist.

chapter summary ⇥ the table is set, after a week of images of you and Shouta being sent to your phone, held over your head, you come face to face with the person... who may not be what you expected.

chapter warnings ⇥ no smut in this, but minors still do not interact. blackmail. betrayal.

word count ⇥ 4.9k

You haven’t slept a wink.

At first, you tried to pretend that nothing happened, fell right back into Shouta’s arms, and continued to sleep. All you could do was glance at your phone, plugged up into the wall. However, no sleep was owing to you, you were tired, but your heart column stopped racing. Before you knew it, it was daylight, the sun peeking through the horizon. 

Sighing, you pushed Shouta’s arms away from you, quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, and headed down towards the kitchen. Sniffing as you open the fridge, pulling out one of Shouta’s beers before closing it. You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a bottle owner before popping the metal cap up, steam willowing from the bottle stem. You drank some of it straight down, walking towards one of the bar stools, pulling it out, and sitting down. Grimacing at the bitter taste, remnants of the man laying his head upstairs. You continued drinking the beer as you stared out into nothing, your mind spiraling yet empty at the same time. 

What were you going to do?

Sighing, you closed your eyes, flashes of your phone appearing in your mind. 

I know your secret angel, ;-)

Gasping, jumping slightly as you opened your eyes, your breath shaky as you did so. Your heart pounded as you got up, pacing around the spacious kitchen as you did so. The photos of you and Shouta were from all around the town, but the one that disturbed you the most was of you entering his car, earlier that evening. If it wasn’t for the other pictures, you would have assumed someone had found them by mistake, but they weren't. Other pictures of the two of you, getting close, were too close for people to obviously see what was going on. Shouta always and constantly told you to be careful, even though he constantly broke his own rules as well. 

Now it backfired in both of your faces. 

Would you tell him? Do you break the allure between you two? That his job, and your career within the sciences, that there was now a very real possibility of it being gone forever?

Finishing the last of the beer, the smell of bitter wheat is on your breath now as you walk towards the sink, rinsing the bottle before placing it in his little recycling container. You let out a huff of air, the smell of the kitchen bringing you back down to earth. The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to weigh upon you, just the feeling you were looking for in drinking. With heavy eyes, you headed right back up the stairs, into the bedroom before climbing right back into SHouta’s arms. Like clockwork, you could feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you in like a teddy bear. Taking a deep breath, the light smell of his cologne brings temporary peace to your raging mind. Slowly, your eyes close, the smell of his light snores and rumbles lulling into your deep, alcohol-permeated sleep. 

You blinked down at the new text message you got, holding a spoon over the bowl of cereal you made. It was an unknown number, yet the contents had you realize that it was from the same person who had emailed in the wee light of the morning. It was morning time now, all quiet as Shouta was not a morning person so he wasn’t even awake just yet. You had cleaned up and showered, wearing one of Shouta's smaller shirts that he gave you with a pair of baggy sweatpants. 

He had sent another picture of you and Shouta, walking very close to each other, his hand lingering around your waist. This was during the summer when you were interning under him to prepare for both of your master’s programs. It was when your relationship was just beginning, the two of you just getting closer. Taking a breath, you moved to put your phone down, only for it to ring again. Glancing at it, revealing another text message, nothing but another photo, 

Who are you??

You sent it before slamming your phone right on the table and focusing right back on your cereal. You could take a couple bits before a ding went off, relaxing a bit at the recognition of it being a text tone, instead of your email tones. You picked it up, expecting to see something from your cousin or your friend, only to stare wide-eyed at the message from an unknown number. 

You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?

Anger and fear ravaged you, you thought you were being careful. However, it didn’t matter. Someone has been watching you, and Shouta for at least a month, if they knew how much Bambino’s even meant to you. They might have been watching you before that. Hands shaking and trembling, you angrily typed out another response to this person. 

Please just leave me alone!!!

Just as you sent it, but before you could slam it on the table, a voice ripped through the tense silence. 

“Cereal for breakfast again? Thought we talked about this?” Shouta’s raspy, gruff morning voice cut through your somber mood.

Gasping, you wipe away the welling tears before he could have a chance of spotting them before turning around facing with the best smile you could muster. You flipped your phone into its screen before walking towards it. He was shirtless, hair out of its ponytail, dripping with water with a towel draped around his shoulders. Slithering your hands around his waist as he did yours, you leaned, pouting out your lips for a kiss with him happily obliged. The two of you rested at that moment, deepening the kiss, the feel of his wet hair and damp body pressing up against him. Soon the two of you let go, before walking around to the kitchen. You sat back at your cereal as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk.

Smiling, “I just had a real bad craving for fruity pebbles.”

He frowned a bit at that, “you only eat that when you're stressed, what’s up?”

Immediately you shook your head, heart dropping at his slightly concerned countenance as he turned towards you, “everything’s fine, I was just really craving fruity pebbles.”

He nodded his head slowly, glancing between you and the bowl in front of you before turning around, and walking towards his stove. 

“Still, cereal isn’t a good breakfast so there better be room for something more in there.” Was all he said, pulling out a plastic bowl. 

You smiled, gazing at his figure as he moved around the kitchen, preparing scrambled eggs for the both of you. Despite everything, he knew you so well, you couldn't help but think. Every time you found yourself spacing out as you stared at him, your eyes soon fell on your phone, which beeped again with another text notification. Quickly, you reached out, turning your phone on silence before looking back at him.

That can wait, pushing the impending threat out of your mind. You smiled as he mixed the eggs together, pouring in some milk as well to make the scrambled eggs mixture. As he cooked, your eyes raked over his form, staring at him as he moved around to grab things on the counter. 

Shouta soon finished teh eggs, placing the perfectly cooked breakfast right in front of you, paired with a silver fork. You smiled at him, slightly pushing away your bowl of cereal before thanking him. He said nothing, grunting before sitting right in front of you. Grabbing the fork, you began to eat, a comforting silence falling over the two of you as well. 

That was until the silence was broken, by the sudden vibration on the table. The two of you glanced down at the table, seeing your phone jerk from the vibrations. It was just one before it became two… and soon notifications came through back to back. Quickly, you grabbed your phone, not even glancing at the notification as your phone quickly unlocked. Tapping into your settings you turned ‘vibrations on silence’ off before slamming your phone on the table, focusing back on your food.

“So who was that?”

You glanced up to look at Shouta, who had looked away from your phone towards you. You shook your head, heart pounding within your ears. 

“Just some annoying classmate in my chemistry research lab,” you fibbed, looking down at your plate, and taking another bite, “nothing I can’t handle.”

He hummed, focusing back on his food. Unconsciously, you let out an internal sigh, relaxing slightly, and glancing back at your phone. With that, you continued eating your food, forcing yourself to stop looking at your phone. 

After breakfast, you helped him grade the last of his papers, lying lazily on the couch as you did so. Soon after, the two of you cuddled on the couch for some old movies, sharing short commentary between the two of you as you did. All while you did that, splayed across the couch, laying your head in his. His one hand resting on your thigh, stroking it slowly as he watched the flat screen tv. ringing in the back of your mind as your phone lay on the counter where you left it for breakfast. Soon, he dozed off once again, his hand falling off your body. Glazing up between him and the area leading to the kitchen, before slowly lifting your body up. You placed his arm slowly on the couch, before walking back to the kitchen. Locking eyes with your cellular device, you picked it up before turning it towards, the screen waking up once you did.

All across your screens were notifications from your messages, all you knew came from the same number. With a deep breath, you unlocked the phone, revealing the messages all over the screen. 

I don’t think you want me to do that

That was in reply to the message you had sent him, along with another picture of you and Shouta. 

So if you want these to stay hidden, you’ll do the following:

In a week, you’ll go to Bambino’s at 8, and wear exactly what you wore, the first time you went there

Trust me, I’ll know

Here's the name you give the hostess: Hauck.

Aww, where’d you go?

Oh I see

You're with him

Enjoy your time with him

You’re gonna miss it.

A hot tear streamed down your face as you saw the last message, your heart was thrown into anguish. What did he mean by that? Letting out a shaky breath, there was only one thing in your mind to do.

You wrote out a reply,

Fine, I’ll do it.

He had been torturing you all week. You could barely pay attention in class, every few minutes, he would send you another photo. It wouldn’t matter where you are, in class, during a study group, and especially while you were with Shouta. You had placed your phone on silent, turning off all vibrations, and yet it didn’t matter. You relied on your phone for work, for anything, you couldn’t pull out your laptop, every time you needed to reply to a student, or whenever an email from another faculty member needing documents. 

However the photos, despite how gut-wrenching they were, weren’t the worst part. 

Not only was he sending you those photos of you, but he was also sending these messages. 

You look so pretty while wearing blue. 

Is that a new bag, did Aizawa get that for you?

And every time he would send these, they would send another picture of you and Shouta as well. They were taunting you, knowing the anxiety flowing through your body. You twirled a twist in your hair, fiddling with your pen as you sat in Shouta’s office, gazing off. It was all silent between the two of you, as you worked separately on your own work, however, you couldn’t do anything, just staring off at your laptop, no words, no nothing coming to mind.

“...ello… hello? Yo!”

A hand suddenly shook you, awakening you from your trance. You jumped, before glancing up before eyes landed on familiar warm golden-brown eyes. Hawks smiled down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked you, voice laced with concern.

Twisting on a fake smile, you looked up at him, “I’m fine thank you. Just working on this assignment.”

Hawks glanced between you and your blank word document, before shrugging his shoulders, fluttering around before sitting at the other chair at the table. 

“Keigo, how many times have I told you to stop coming to my office like this?” Shouta spoke up from his desk, not even looking up from his desktop. 

Hawks smirked, pulling out his phone, and leaning back before speaking, “such a sour worm, Aizawa. Relax a little! Plus I’m finished with all my work, so I came to grace you with my presence.”

You smiled, your heart lifting just a little as the two of them continued to bicker. Their loud voices helped you out a bit, taking in their argument as you focused back on their computer, chiming into their conversation ever so often. You relaxed just a bit, completing your assignment before getting a text from your friend to meet up. You smiled over at the two of them, packing up your things.

Hawks glanced over at you, “hey, where are you going to?”

“My friend, she wants to meet up for a late lunch so I’m headed off to meet her,” you said, sliding your laptop into your tote bag. 

Hawks hummed, glancing up and smiling a bit before waving you off. Shouts glanced up from his own laptop, his eyebrows perking up a bit before also giving you a short wave. You eaves back at him, before walking out of the office. As you walked down the hallway, headed towards the elevator, your phone lit up. Heart-stopping for a bit, only to realize the message was from Shouta himself. 

Didn’t get to say a proper goodbye because of the nosy bird, but I’ll be sure to give you one before you leave for the night. 

You smiled, to the point of your cheeks hurting as you sent a reply before fully focusing on your destination. You soon met up with your friend, the two of you sitting down at a cafe right on campus. The two of you talked, having a wild discussion concerning her own love life and your “lack” of. As the conversation settled down, the two of you soon returned back to your own destination, Shouta’s office in mind for you. As you walked back, your phone lit up again, you hadn't gotten a single text from the stalker since you left his office. So assuming so, you thought this was Shouta, considering you just texted him about if he was still in his office. 

You hadn’t smiled all week, love, but I’m glad I got to see it in person once again.

This time, it wasn’t a picture of you and Shouta, but rather a picture of you, walking away from the cafe… A picture of you right now, smile wide as your heart froze, as you glanced around. Looking for something, anything to indicate that you could find the person. People walked past you, walked around your fidgeting figure as you paced around the sidewalk, holding your bag close to you. 

Your phone lights up again. 

Don’t bother looking, just remember, tomorrow is the day. 

Be there, or else.

The dress was pure white, silk in nature too. It was expensive, and one of your most precious gifts from Shouta. As you entered the restaurant, you smiled at the hostess manning the front podium. Your long braids were in a ponytail, with the curled ends tucked up, clipped with a beautiful butterfly clip. You smiled at her. 

“Hi, what is the name on the reservation?”

Your mind flashed back to the name revealed in the text messages, one of many you got in the morning. 

“Hauck,’ you said, a forced smile on your face. 

She glanced down at her tablet, smiling before looking back up at you.

“I see you, your other party has yet to have arrived, would you like to be seated?”

You told her yes, following after her as she led you inside the building. As you passed all the tables, your heart, which was already beating with so much worry, recognized the path on the way to the private rooms. Your intuition was correct as she turned down the hallway, revealing the sliding doors, each adorned with their own numbers. She led you down the room until your eyes set on the familiar number, two with the attached door.

It was the same private room Shouta got you when you came here. Was this person hellbent on recreating the first time you ever came here?

You shook your head, clutching your purse close to you. No. That couldn't be, this had to be a coincidence. 

The woman smiled, opening the door and revealing the private room, looking just the same as it did a month ago. You smile at her, thanking her before entering the room. The seats were made of black velvets, comforting, and the ambiance a warm glow, much like an amber-filled sunset. On the table, two glasses sat, one in front of each seat. A bottle of wine caught your attention, soon realized that it was the same brand of wine you and Shouta drank together. As you faced forward, sitting in the very same seat as last time, wearing the very dress that you did so… Everything was the same from that night, everything except for…

Laughter echoed through the room, a glass of wine being shared between two souls, in which nothing else mattered but the two of them. 

“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”

Shouta shook his head, cheeks warm from the constant flow of wine, “nope, it was not just you. She’s like that with everyone, you’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to it? Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, before picking up your glass, and sipping down the rest of your champagne. 

Dinner was long done between the two of you, dessert already packed up and ready to be taken out. However, you were waiting for Shouta to feel comfortable enough to drive you two back to the hotel. You probably should have encouraged him to drink as much as he did, even though it was three glasses, you both agreed you’d rather wait. Plus, this room was expensive so you two would make the best of it as much as you could. 

“She needs to understand that she can’t treat everyone like that before she makes the wrong person mad.”

The two of you were discussing one of Shouta’s fellow professors, an old head that was recently tenured. While helping Shouta run some errands concerning the anatomy labs before the week-long break, you ran into her and it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting as well. 

Shouta chuckled at your words, before drinking down the cold glass of water the waiter had given him. As you drain you stared on, smiling. Once he finished, he looked at you, before asking why you were looking at him like that. 

“Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached out to him, “thank you, for this, for today, for everything. I know you were against things like this, but you still did it. Thank you.”

He squeezed your hand before lifting it up, giving it a kiss, “you know I’ll do everything for you.”

“Wow, you really do listen.”

Shattering your memory, your eyes widened at the voice towards the entrance… the familiar voice as well. Slowly turn your head, making eye contact with golden-brown eyes. Glancing up and down his full figure, he was wearing a white shirt, holding his suit jacket in his arms as he stood within the doorway. Your eyes not leaving his form as he thanked the hostess who brought you here before walking inside. The hostess slid the door close, so it was now just the two of you. 

Hawks said nothing as he walked over to you, placing his jacket on the backrest of the chair before sliding into the chair. He grabbed the menu sitting in front of you, flipping through it before looking back up at you. He smiled, to others, it was an innocent one, but that smile paired with those eyes, filled with malice. 

“Have you looked through the menu yet? Get whatever you want, you know it’s on me.”

You still hadn’t said anything, still looking straight at him, eyes glazed over.

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Keigo. 

The same man who was helping you with your thesis paper. The same man who you would meet up with for coffee, and talk shit about your fellow co-workers. A flash of him in Shouta’s office a couple of days ago came to your mind, his huge smile denoting him. You thought back to every single encounter with him, was it a lie? Was everything about you two’s friendship a lie? What was his problem? How did he even find out? How…

A snap broke you out of your trance, turning and facing Hawk— Keigo once more.

“Everything okay there? You haven’ even touch the wine I had the waiter bring.”

Blinking, you glanced over at the wine glass, which was now filled up halfway. You looked back at him, saw him lean back into his seat, and turned to the seat as he swallowed his own drink down. Sighing, nodding his head as he faced forward, placing his glass down on the table. He took another look at you before sighing and reaching down in his pockets. 

“Think it might be best if you take a sip of the wine, it's your favorite right?”

As he said that, something hard fell onto the table. You glanced over to where the sound came from, only to see his phone placed right on the table. Heart pounding as the screen came on… only to find a picture of you and Shouta staring right back at you. Your eyes flicked between him and his phone, before slowly reaching towards the glass, and picking it up. Swirling the wine in your glass, you wafted it towards you, the familiar smell and nothing extra hitting your nose, before taking a tentative sip. 

He smiled as you said, “it… it is my favorite, and it’s good. Thank you, Hawks.” Your voice came out a bare whisper, as you began to slowly place it down. 

He chuckled, “I know I told you to call me that, but I think a night like this constitutes my real name.”

You blinked, slowly nodding your head, “well, thank you, Keigo.”

He inhaled deeply at that, leaning back as he did so. The waiter soon came into the room, not before giving a knock and Keigo telling him to come in. He asked if the two of you were ready to order. You glanced down at your unopened menu, before looking at the waiter, however, Keigo spoke before you could even think of saying anything. 

“Yes, calamari for an appetizer while I’ll have the lobster tail and she will have the surf and turf dinner, everything well done of course.”

You blinked, no words coming from you as the waiter said of course, before taking the menus from in front of the two of you. Even the meals were the same, Shouta had gotten the lobster tails while you wanted to try a bit of everything, so surf and turf were perfect for you. The waiter smiled, saying he’ll be back with your orders before waking out of the private room. The moment he slid the door shut, the two of you turned to each other, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were lowered, not once leaving you even as he reached out to his nearly empty glass, before downing the rest of it. Your ears were hot, it was taking everything in you right now to now burst out into tears right here in this restaurant. Reaching over, you grabbed the wine glass, drinking down a lot more than your previous sip. He kept his eyes on you as you did so, not saying anything as you suddenly grabbed the bottle, filling up your now empty cup. 

“You might want to slow down there, huh?”

You looked over at him, bitter words of anger threatening to spill from your mouth but your eyes fell right back on his phone. You took a deep breath, and another sip of your wine, before placing both right back on the table. He smirked the moment he did that, sitting up straight in his seat.

“So humor me,” he stared, as he leaned into his seat, “for the next two hours this,” he held up his phone, “doesn’t exist.”

You blinked between the device and him. How truly deranged was this man? This man that you trusted, who would help you, who you would call a close friend. If there was someone you would tell about you and Shuta first, it would have been him. Did you ever really know him? He awaited your answer, waving the phone in his hands. You knew, deep down, this wasn’t a question, but a demand, do it, or this email is sent out to everyone that matters. Slowly, you nodded your head, agreeing to his terms. 

He smiled at that, before sliding the phone right back into his pocket. The waiter came back, holding a steaming hot plate of fried squid. He placed it between the two of you, along with placing two much smaller ones between the two of you.

“Will that be all between the two of you?”

Keigo pulled out his award-winning smile, “yes that will be it, thank you very much.”

The man smiled and nodded before taking his leave once again, leaving the two of you alone for another 10-15 minutes until your food was ready. As you waited, Keigo easily started a conversation, as if it was one of the times you were getting coffee. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, Keigo knew how to bring something out of you. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you relax more and more, the wine he was feeding you, helping your loosening of behavior. You drank more and more, and the food soon came, but yet you two couldn't stop talking, Keigo only interrupting to ask for two glasses of water to help sober the two of you up. 

“So out of all the books in the world, Green Eggs and Ham had the biggest impact on you?” You couldn't help but ask, snickering as you took the final bite of your dinner. 

He shrugged his shoulders, wiping the drip of garlic butter from his face, “I can’t help it, it truly,” he sighed dramatically, “inspired something in me.”

You snickered, “a children’s story… should have expected it honestly.”

“Glad you think so highly of me.”

The silence soon settled after his words, reaching over to finish the last two of your wine, before reaching over the bottle. Right as your hand is clasped around the neck of the wine glass, a larger hand soon clasped around your wrists. You looked up, looking Keigo right in the eyes as he pulled your hand away from the alcohol, before pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was racing, not fighting him as he pulled you over to him, standing right in front of you. He then pulled you down, his other hand sliding onto your side, dangerously close to our bottom. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you right there, his other hand leaving your own before caressing your skin. You swarmed, wriggling away from his touch but aching pressure had you gasping, keeping you right in place. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, his hot breath fanning against your face. 

You flinched trying, to move back. Your fingers trembling and anxious as his thumb reaches down to your lips, pressing up against them before slowly pulling your bottom lip down. The light pink gloss on your lips stained his finger, but he ignored it as he continued to gaze at you. 

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said next, his hands sliding up your arm.

“Keigo,” you began to protest but he shushed you, before pulling you right into his lap. 

He forced your lips to split around him, resting on each side of the chair. One hand continued to rest on your ass, while his other hand went back up to your face, resting right under your chin. He steeled his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes once again. You let out a shaky breath, unable to look anywhere but his eyes filled with sinister intentions. 

“Keigo… What do you want from me?” you whispered to him, eyes welling with tears. 

He took a breath, “all I need from you, all I need from you, is to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do that,” his hand suddenly left your bottom before holding right up to your face, suddenly revealing his phone. 

“And everything on here stays on here, and nowhere else.”

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Ｈａｗｋｓ ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ： Ｂｉｒｄ ｏｆ Ｐｒｅｙ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x female! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: When you get bored at home waiting for your loving husband to come home... you think of a way to get him to come back sooner. It works- for a price.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝙲𝚆/𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: Face-sitting, degradation, creampie, rough sex, penetration, female-parts, sex (ofc)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1784 

Note: I have NEVER written smut before so I am so, so sorry if this is awful. Spicy stuff happens after the cut. This is- part of something I am challenging myself to do as a writer, I guess? I sure as hell ain't goin to heaven after this shit--

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You’d been teasing him all day, just to see what he would do. Since you had the day off, you were bored. And what better way to deal with it than making your boyfriend horny as fuck when he’s in a meeting? 

It started off with pictures of your body- nothing too revealing, but enough to make him want more. He opened the messages, but didn’t do much more. You huffed, before an idea crossed your mind. 

Shifting onto your back, you spread your legs. Wearing little more than a bra and panties, your hand reaches up. With his feather around your neck, you knew he’d hear everything you did. Every little noise, whimper, or moan- which is exactly what you wanted. 

You begin to rub yourself over your panties, letting out a soft sigh as you feel the gentle pressure. After a few minutes, you slide your hand into your them, the feather in hand. It had bristled up a little, and the feeling of it against your clit was utterly delicious. 

Letting out a soft moan, your head tilts back. “Kei…~” You whine, shifting a little to continue to build that pleasure. It had been so long since you both had sex, and you missed him like hell. 

After a few moments, the sound of the front door jerks you from your thoughts. That meeting should’ve been another 10 minutes tops, and it took 15 to get home-

Your thoughts are cut short from a familiar winged male opening the bedroom door with more force than needed. His face is flushed, short hot breaths escaping his lips. His feathers are slightly ruffled, and his wings were spread just a little more than usual. 

He was beautiful normally, but this was hot. 

“Baby bird…~” His words are a low growl as he stalks towards you, before crawling onto the bed. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He rips the covers away, exposing you playing with yourself. 

Your stomach drops, but in the most pleasurable way possible. His eyes- like a predator eyeing it’s prey. 

A dark chuckle escapes his lips as his eyes darken just a little. “Mmmm… that’s what I thought. Playing with yourself like a little whore, hmm?~” He tuts a little, the feather coming from your hands to his own. 

“You’ve been such a naughty little bird, sending me pictures in meetings, playing with my feathers in a way you know I can’t ignore…” He pushes your legs apart, crawling in between them to hover right above you. 

His hot breath fans your chest as he takes in your flustered form. “Just couldn’t wait till I got home, huh..?” You don’t respond, and he trails his fingers through your hair. Suddenly, he wraps some of it around his fingers and pulls. 

A quiet moan escapes your lips at the feeling, and that simple noise sparks something in those darker amber eyes of his. “Such pretty noises… but they aren’t words, baby bird.” He clicks his tongue. 

You’d already been quite bratty… so why stop now? You pout up at him, as much as you can with his hands in your hair, anyway. You knew he enjoyed the fight. 

“Mm, but you came, didn’t you?~” You tease, before he tugs harder, ripping another moan from your throat. His face is inches from your neck as he growls. His hot breath fans your throat, teeth inching dangerously to your jugular.

“I guess I’ll have to remind you just who’s in charge, angel… and it isn’t you.” A feather flies from his plumes, wrapping around your wrists just enough to make sure you can’t move them. He wraps his hand around them, pinning them above your head. Your chest sticks out just a bit more from the angle. 

“So pretty.. It’s a shame, really..” He murmurs, disappointment clear in his tone. You shift, letting out a quiet whine. Before you can speak, he clicks his tongue again. “No, pretty bird… you had your chance. It seems like I need to remind you just who’s in charge, hmm..?” 

Heat rushes to your core at just how low his voice is. Oh, you fucked up. But this is exactly what you wanted. “Just sit still… you’re too horny to wait for me, hmm? Fine then…” His eyes flick up to yours for a moment. Even though you could feel just how hard he was, he stops for just a moment. 

“You can answer one question- what are our colors?” You falter, but you’re grateful. Despite how turned on he was, he always asked. 

“Red means stop…” His tongue trails down your stomach, and your words catch in your throat. “Yellow- Yellow means slow down, and… and green means it’s all good…” He hums in approval. 

“One last one. What’s the safe word?” 

“Treehouse.” “Good girl… fuck… I’m gonna absolutely wreck you sweetheart. But first… I have an idea.” He shifts, laying on his back as he gently guides you onto his face. 

“You’re gonna sit on my face until I’ve had enough. Sound good, little bird?~” Before you can respond, his arms wrap around your thighs. Pulling you down, your heat directly on his mouth. 

A quiet moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces your folds. “Fuck, Kei…” He slaps your ass cheek, and you whine. 

“Who am I?” He all but growls against you. 

“Sir..” You whimper, swallowing hard as his feathers dig into your wrists just a little more. 

He lets out a low chuckle, before giving you a harsh suck on your clit. “Good girl.” The moment he properly tastes you, he hums in approval.

A moan escapes your lips as he goes back to tongue-fucking you, making noises and holding you down like you were his last meal. Fuck- he was hot. And the fact he was holding you down on top of him? 

If there was any anxiety about suffocating him, he left no room to argue. If he wanted to suffocate himself on your pussy, he was gonna do it.

His lips shift, now wrapping around your clit. A mewl escapes your lips as your legs spread a little wider. He chuckles, the sound going straight to your core. 

When another whine leaves your lips, this time when he slows down. He hums, the vibrations making you jolt. After a few moments, he lets go of one of your thighs, sliding in two of his fingers. 

A deep moan escapes your lips this time. “F-fuck-” You can’t help but grind down onto his face, and he grips your waist tightly. When his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you, another moan escapes your lips. He chuckles, before abusing that spot. 

It doesn’t take long before that coil tightens almost painfully in your stomach. You’re panting, moaning, practically riding his fingers and his face– and with a nip to your clit, you fall apart on top of him. 

He’s quick, hardly letting you savor your orgasm before having you face down and ass up. “Such a good slut- who’s my good little whore, huh?” He slaps your ass, pulling a mewl from your throat. 

“I-I am-” He slaps your other ass cheek, a warning growl emanating from behind you. 

“I am?” The dark, dominant sound of his voice makes your thighs press together a little. But you wanted to see how far you could push him… his punishments were always good. So, she just nods. He sighs a bit, clicking his tongue. 

“Naughty bird… here I was, about to reward you for taking everything so well..” There’s faux sympathy in his tone. His hand gently rubs one of your ass cheeks, before slapping it hard. You yelp out softly, though there’s a soft moan mixed in. 

“Ah, that’s right… you like that sort of shit dontcha?” He chuckles, the sound holding a promise of danger. One that you like. “Fine… I’ll make it hurt then, princess.” 

Without warning, his hard cock slams into your core, giving you no chance to accommodate him. A mixture between a moan and a cry escapes your lips. He stills his hips completely against yours, his lips against your ear. 

“Color, love?” His voice is raspy, and you clench around him at the sound. 

“G-green, sir-” You whimper, biting your lip. His feather holds your hands in front of you on the bed, unable to hold your upper half up. He hums in approval again, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. 

“Good girl…” He murmurs, before pulling out a bit. Without warning, he slams back into you, setting a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. Mixtures of “oh my god” and profanities are pulled from your lips as the head of his cock slams against your cervix. 

“Such a good slut- gonna fuck ya till ya can’t walk- that want you want? Tell me you want it-” He grunts, panting as he continues to slam into you. Your mouth opens to respond, but you can’t get a word out. The only thing spilling from your lips is moans, whimpers, and a little bit of drool. That feeling of warmth in your stomach returns quickly, the coil tightening again.

“Can’t even talk back anymore, huh?” He chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling you up by it, then holding you by the throat. “Such a pretty little whore.. And all fucking mine.” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust. 

And with that, the coil snaps. Your vision goes white as you clench down around him. Moaning out loudly, your eyes roll into your head as your tongue lolls from your mouth. 

After a few more thrusts, he buries himself into you, and you can literally feel the warmth of his release settling in your womb. A soft whine escapes your lips at the feeling. His feather lets go of your wrists, gently trailing your back before going back to his wings. 

He’s panting, before peppering kisses on your shoulders. “You took me so well, such a good girl…” He murmurs, letting himself slide out of your tight hole. His cum begins to dribble out, trailing down your thighs. You whine again, now for the loss of feeling. He laughs lightly, turning you around to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright, baby bird… let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm?” He coos, brushing your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch. 

Keigo was a lot of things. Dominant, rough, unrelenting- but kind, gentle, and caring. You hum in response, approval clear in your tone. Now… all that’s left of the night is for him to spoil you with his love. And you knew he wouldn’t hold back on that either. 

[xenophilderdragon]

Rule #34 Hawks x f!reader NSFW

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage has been infecting me since it came out. It’s so good. It lives in my head rent free so this was inevitable. I went a little harder than I thought I would whoops. Not proofread.

But seriously its such a good song give it a listen

18+ Minors Dni!

Tags: hawksxf!reader, established connection, light bondage, oral m! Receiving, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, Keigo moans like a slut, porn with unimportant plot, choking, inappropriate quirk use, thigh riding, dacryphilia, please I’m just so down bad for this man

I have you strung, strung in my web…

I should have seen my capture coming. It was bound to happen anyways. No matter how careful I was, no matter how many things I got away with, no matter how long I evaded capture, he would always find me.

There was a smug grin on my face as I vaulted over the edge of the wall, leaving a crowd of frustrated cops in my wake. I stuck to rooftops after that, watching with unabashed delight as their little flashing lights zoomed in the complete wrong direction. I roll my eyes and take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging like a kid on an amusement park ride. My bag makes a satisfying clink when it hits the hard concrete of the rooftop, and I catch a sideways glimpse of the glittering jewels I was being so poorly pursued for. Another cop car zooms past, still in the wrong direction and I let out a disapproving tsk.

“All that funding and they can’t catch a simple cat burglar…” 

“Is that what you are now?” 

I don’t fully have time to react until I’m pinned down by his feathers, knocked into the center of the roof so hard the wind leaves my lungs. Fear floods my system and paralyzes me. I know him too well to think I could get out of this unscathed. He stands over me, his eyes enraged slits outlined in that annoyingly breathtaking gold. His wings flap once, twice, as he stares down at me before they settle down and fold neatly behind his back. I shoot him an angry glare, gathering as much spit in my mouth as I can for when he inevitably gets closer to me. He’s never missed an opportunity to gloat. 

But Keigo knew me just as well. 

In a dizzying flash of red and gold, he’s crouched on top of me, pupils flickering back and forth in size as he studies my face, reading my intentions clear as day. His gloved hand clutches my jaw, tilting my head back until I’m sputtering, choking on my own spit. I flush with irritated embarrassment as I sputter and fight for air. He seems to take delight in this, because even when he steps off of me, his feathers keep my head tilted back, neck exposed to the cold.

A candle burning slowly by the bed…

His bed is soft in the way only stupid amounts of money could buy. Definitely a pillow top mattress, definitely hiding an ungodly amount of blankets under that thick, puffy comforter, and definitely has an egregious amount of pillows touched against the headboard. I bounced as I hit it, my entire body tense, expecting my skin to scrape against the concrete of a holding cell. I try to get a feel for my surroundings, but I quickly realize I’m blindfolded. However, when I feel the soft touch of his feathers against my cheeks, the blindfold comes undone. I should have expected to be taken to a police station, a jail cell, an interrogation room. Anything but this. 

There were scented candles–something with sandalwood, his favorite–burning in the corners of the room. I could tell he didn’t use them often. They were tunneling, indicating he didn’t have the time or patience to have respect for proper candle rules. The windows were sealed tight, and I heard the bedroom door click closed softly. The smell quickly became too much. It was nearly suffocating. The candles were the only source of light in the room, and I strained to properly see Keigo in the dancing flames. He stood near the foot of the bed, arms folded. I could hear the soft tap tap tap of his foot in time with the rustling of his wings as I settled my eyes on him. I couldn’t see his face in the dim lights from the flames dancing across the room, but I knew he was more than likely pissed. 

Not pissed enough to follow proper protocol this time, it seems.

Shadows tangle like a vine, crawling up the posts within our shrine…

He’s holding something in his hand, something braided and shiny. Rope. I realize too late that I’ve been unrestrained this entire time and could have made an effort to escape, no matter how futile. I crabwalk myself backwards on the bed until my back is flush with the headboard. 

“Hands behind your back, Dove,” He orders, using that stupid nickname he gave me years ago. When I don’t immediately do as he says, he leans forward, resting his hands next to my ankles. He has a stern look in his darkened eyes. 

“Hands behind your back.” He repeats, his tone making it clear it wasn’t a request. When I once again ignore his wishes, he grabs a fistful of my hair, gripping hard enough to make me whimper. He leans in close enough for me to feel his breath against my neck as he nearly growls out, “If you want so badly to be a criminal, you might as well get used to hearing this. Now, hands behind your back.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine, give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“I should really turn you in, you know. Put your thieving hands in cuffs and drop you at the nearest police station.” Keigo says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. My hands were pinned almost painfully behind my back, ropes weaving between them, up my arms, and looping around my shoulders to ensure no movement. His fist was wrapped around another length rope as he tugged the makeshift collar around my throat, yanking me off balance and headfirst into the annoyingly plush bed. The position of my arms forces me to unintentionally arch my back and Keigo chuckles darkly. The sight seems to put him in a pleasant mood. “But something about seeing you here, wrapped in silk for me, makes me want to bend the rules a little bit. Maybe you’re a bad influence on me, Dove. Making me want to be selfish like this. Making me want to forget I’m a hero for the night and make you beg for mercy. But a slut like you would like that, right? That’s why you always let me catch you, right?”

I don’t know how it happened, really. This game of ours. We both started out on the path to becoming heroes, but something broke in me years ago that pushed me off. While Keigo became a hero, praised and revered, I slid into obscurity, until one day, on a whim, I decided to turn to petty theft. I didn’t plan on doing this for long, nor did I plan on being targeted by the number two hero. However, after that first capture, where Keigo granted me mercy from the arm of the law in a moment of weakness, my small instances of theft quickly became grand heists. 

He caught me every time.

“Now are you going to behave?” Keigo asks me, gently placing his hand–now ungloved–under my chin and forcing me to look at him. I give him a look that puts a pleased smile on his face. 

I love that you shake when I ravage your skin

No matter how much he pissed me off, I couldn’t deny that Keigo was a specimen. The man is gorgeous, like a statue of a Greek god carved out of marble and the finest gold, brought to life by the touch of Aphrodite herself, and dipped in the finest golden honey. There was even a magazine article where they did that to him, once. Painted him in body glitter that shone like his eyes and dripped honey on his chest. I don’t think anyone knew or even cared what he was modeling for, or if he was even selling something to begin with. They just enjoyed the view.

I teased him incessantly about that modeling gig, much to his dismay. What made it funnier is that the company wasn’t even selling honey. It was a fragrance ad for some sickly sweet cologne that Keigo absolutely hated. I’m sure if I looked around, I’d find a case of the freebies he got from them for doing the ad. He complained for hours about how long it took him to preen his wings after that ad, he never liked to preen himself in public, and flying home with sticky wings invited all sorts of dirt and grime to make itself at home in those crimson appendages. 

And if his body wasn’t drool inducing enough, his wings were definitely the cherry on top. Right now, they were smaller than full length, indicating a particularly difficult patrol earlier today. But even so, they were a sight to behold. The deep red of his soft wings contrasted so nicely with every inch of him: his hair that was the color of rolling wheat, his eyes that were pools of liquid gold, his scarred, calloused hands, the khaki of his hero uniform, the black of his bodysuit. He was infuriatingly attractive.

He released his hand on my chin and watched me, far from gracefully, settle back into a sitting position. He’s still in his hero uniform, minus the coat, gloves, and goggles, so every one of his movements had his muscles rippling underneath that skin-tight bodysuit of his. His baggy pants were undone, hanging low on his hips, showing his clearly defined v-line. The pattern of his bodysuit even drew more attention to it, however unintentionally. 

It was so slutty. He knew that. I told him that years ago.

“Enjoying the view, Dove?” He coos, drawing my attention away from the barely concealed bulge peeking out of his pants and up to his face, where a cocky smirk rests on his lips. I was torn between the urge to smack him and to kiss him.

“You look like a slut, Keigo.” I mutter, casting my eyes away from him. In response to my words, a small flurry of feathers float around me, barely ghosting around the most sensitive parts of my skin. I shiver at the barely-there touches, to which Keigo lets out a low chuckle. His feathers slide under my clothes, tweaking my nipples and rolling against my clit. I let out a breathy gasp, tilting my head back in bliss. The soft touches of his feathers only serve to distract me from sharper ones cutting away my clothing, leaving behind my unfortunate choice of panties. I only notice when I hear the clatter of his belt on the floor. I don’t shiver from the cold, Keigo keeps his room at a pleasant temperature at all times. I shiver as a feather trails up my neck, watching him stalk closer to me like I’m his prey. He cages me in with his body and places a gentle kiss to the curve of my throat before nipping his way up to the soft skin behind my ear. 

“Not anymore than you do, whimpering like that, when I haven’t even laid a finger on you.”

It’s so easy to bite with your hands pinned

My hands clench and unclench in their restraints as Keigo continues to draw needy moans and whimpers out of my throat. His hands are greedy, unable to decide which one wants to fondle my breast and which wants to grab at the rest of me. All but one of his feathers return to his back, leaving one to continue its work against my clit. I fight the urge to squirm, feeling like his feather was not enough. I won’t give him the satisfaction of giving in this early.

“Maybe I should mark you up this time, hmm?” He whispers against my skin, nipping lightly at my collarbone. “Make you go to whatever day job you have covered in hickeys, knowing you could never explain them to your coworkers.” I mewl out at his words, earning an amused chuckle from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, needy whore? You want people to know you got absolutely ravaged, knowing you can’t tell anyone about it? Who would believe you, anyways? You’re just a petty thief. Who would believe you got fucked by the number two hero instead of spending the night in a jail cell?”

To illustrate his point, he sucks roughly on the skin directly under my jaw, being as messy and over the top as possible. His drool drips down my neck and I’m sure he’s leaving a massive bruise that won’t go away for at least a week. 

“Do you think that’ll keep you out of crime for a while? Having to struggle to hide the evidence for as long as my hickeys last? You know better than I do how long the evidence sticks around, considering I only ever see you when you’re acting like a brat.” 

Shadows dancing on the sheets

One of the candles burned out during his mission to cover my neck in bruises. I had to strain to see him, if at all. Even as my eyes became hazy and unfocused, I tried to watch his movements, trying to predict what awaited me. The candles weren’t enough of a light source to catch anything but a shadowy glimpse of his skin right before he touched me, leaving no time to brace myself for the onslaught of sensation he brought upon me. My throat was sore from both his mouth and my moaning and my core was aching with a desperate need for relief. Keigo removes his feather from its temporary home inside my panties and whistles softly at the state he’s left me in. I’m panting softly, still kneeled in front of him on the bed–I can’t lay back comfortably with the way my arms are bound. My breaths are heavy and I can smell my own arousal as wetness pools in my panties. He usually taunts me about just how quickly he can get me this hot and bothered, but instead, as he swipes two fingers over my covered slit, he lets out a low growl. When he brings his fingers back up to eye level, I can just barely make out the shininess of my own juices. 

“Open up, Dove.” He gently urges, despite shoving the two fingers in my mouth anyways. Instinctively, my tongue wraps around them, much to the delight of the man in front of me. I’m painfully aware of just how much of my own fluids he managed to gather just from his relentless teasing. His eyes drift back down to my spread legs as his other hand squeezes the flesh of my thigh. I notice his eyes dilate for a moment before they flick back up to my face, still stuffed with his fingers, messily drooling down my chin. A devilish smirk crosses his face.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you picked these pretty panties out just for me…”

He spent an embarrassingly long time teasing me with that feather of his before he noticed my panties were practically an exact color match to his wings. They were tastefully bordered with lace, and if he wasn’t the one approving all of his official merch, he would be sure that they were. When he pointed it out, I was quick to try and justify my choice. It was laundry day after all, they were all I had left this morning. However, he wasn’t hearing any of it, flipping me face down into the mattress, gently kneading the curve of my ass. 

I hear him groan out when he watches them disappear into the crack of my ass. 

“Shit, Dove, you sure these things even fit you properly? They ain’t covering a damn thing.” 

Another candle flickered out.

If you obey, I might give you a treat.

“Oh, c’mon, Dove. You said you wanted more. I can’t just give in to you, you know? That’s only for good girls. You’ve been running around the city, committing crimes, making my job harder. I’m taking quite a risk you know, letting you go every time like this. I could lose my license if I get caught giving you special treatment.” He trails his hands down my sides to settle them on my waist, “the least you could do is what I ask. Pretty please, Dove?” 

He says it with an adorable whine, like he’s the one begging, even though we both know it isn’t a request. He spent an overly indulgent amount of time tugging on the waistband of my panties, watching with delight as I squirmed and whined out in protest. It wasn’t enough. 

Those golden eyes stayed locked onto me as all manner of obscenities left those perfect lips of his. 

When he had finally had enough of listening to me whine and beg for more, he lifted me up and slid to the edge of the bed, placing me on his thigh with a dark chuckle. His hands remained on my thighs, looping a few fingers on either side of the waistband of my panties, tugging just enough to make me moan. My balance was nearly impossible to keep like this, the awkward angle of my bound arms had me all but sliding off of him. Keigo, with a shit eating grin, digs his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise and places another chaste kiss to a sensitive spot on my neck. 

“Ride my thigh and keep begging me for more. Maybe then I’ll give you what you want.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“Keigo, please! Ngh!” I moan out, my hips rocking back and forth against his thigh. My eyes were hazy, glossed over with lust, as I clenched around nothing. All of my pride has been thrown out of the window, lost completely in my desire for more. Keigo clicked his tongue and swiped a thumb over the trail of drool on my chin. 

“Use your words, Dove. You’re a big girl, you can handle getting out a full sentence, can’t you? Or are you too drunk on pleasure from just riding my thigh already?”

This is what he loved the most about our dynamic. Watching me break down for him and only him, knowing he was the only thing standing between me and complete satisfaction. Whether either of us admit it or not, he knows he’s good at what he does. He knows that, no matter what, I’ll always keep coming back for more. No matter how he taunts me, how he wrecks me, how he leaves me limping the next morning. 

I was as addicted to him as he was to me. 

“Keigo please! I wanna cum! Please make me cum! It’s not enough!” I moan out, tears forming in my eyes. 

“Oh how can I say no when you cry so pretty for me, Dove?”

Hope blossoms in my chest when he readjusts his grip to lift me off of his thigh. I try to ignore the sheer amount of my own arousal coating it and even more so the thin trail connecting me to him. He drops me onto the floor like I weigh nothing, and my knees hit the hardwood floor almost painfully.

“If you want to cum so badly, you need to work for it.”

You look so good, there on your knees

Keigo gently cradles my face and coos softly, squeezing my cheeks with one hand. His other hand strokes his hardened cock, already slick with precum. 

“So pretty for me, aren’t you? Always been so pretty  f’me, no matter how much you glare at me, no matter how much you pretend you don’t like the attention I give you.” He gently nudges his cock against my lips, and I, in a final bout of rebellion, press my lips together, unintentionally letting myself taste his own arousal on my tongue. Keigo growls softly, his golden eyes narrowing in disappointment. 

“I’d suggest you wet this cock any way you can while you still can. Naughty whores like you don’t get prep.” He wraps a hand around my throat, not squeezing, but the warmth of his hand is warning enough, “But considering how much you’ve been squirming like a bitch in heat, I doubt you even need it.”

I stare at his hardened cock in front of my face, ignoring the drool pooling in my mouth. I lick my lips and note with delight how it twitches. 

Keigo’s cock was always so pretty. 

The first time I saw it, I could feel myself drooling. Never have I gotten the urge to put something in my mouth so quickly before. He kept himself well groomed, the smell of his soap hitting my nose as I noticed his dark blonde hairs trimmed neatly. The pink tip was now flushed an angry red and precum dripped down the thick shaft, running parallel to one of the thick veins that I knew felt amazing inside my cunt. He pressed the tip against my lips once more and I parted them, knowing better than to make him repeat himself.

Keigo’s throat fuckings were brutal enough as they were. 

He takes a hold of the back of my head and wastes no time in pressing deeper into my mouth. I let my jaw go slack as I gag on his cock, tears already forming in my eyes at the strain. 

“Oh, don’t start that now, Dove. You’re only halfway there and I know you can take me better than that.” he laughs darkly and fists my hair, pressing even further down my throat. Despite his teasing words, he works himself into my throat slowly, cursing under his breath at every little groan and whimper I let out in response. He’s gentle and deliberate until my nose presses into the soft tuft of hair on his pelvis. He tosses his head back and bucks his hips slightly, causing me to choke and sputter on his length, trying to swallow the rapidly accumulating drool in my mouth. 

“Fuuuck, Dove. Just like that.”

 He roughly pulls me back off and I gasp for air before he’s shoving me back down again, my tongue lolling out. He runs a quick hand though his own hair before moving it back down to join his other on my head. Keigo proceeds to thrust himself into my mouth, using his hands to keep me in place. Drool drips down my chin onto my clenched together thighs, and I do everything I can possibly think of for any kind of stimulation. Keigo’s filthy mouth runs nonstop–the man never shuts up–unable to decide between praise and degradation as he fucks my throat like its a toy. 

 It’s disrespectful, it’s filthy, it’s overwhelming, and it’s flooding my brain with so much arousal I desperately want to reach a hand down and rub my aching clit. 

“Such a dirty slut, getting off on sucking dick. Fuck, don’t think I can’t hear those little moans you’re letting out. Don’t think I don’t see the way you’re squirming. You enjoy this, don’t you? Can’t punish such a–oh my god just like that– hungry cockwhore like you with anything can I?” He groans out, his head tossed back in pleasure. His relentless thrusts stutter for a moment before he slows down, sliding me off of him with a wet pop. He turns my head up to face him, and I feel myself clench at the sight of him. His lips were flushed from what I can only assume is from biting them, and his muscular chest heaved with every breath. His eyes were as wild as his hair and practically glowing with need. He looked absolutely feral.

“You wanna cum, right? Well you know by now there’s only one place you’re allowed to.”

Such a good girl knows how to please

“You were always such a good girl weren’t you? Used to be, at least. Now the only way you can behave is speared on my dick.” He croons, his voice wavering as he sinks himself into me fully. He didn’t give me the opportunity to adjust, and I whined at the stretch. My hands clenched around nothing, a mind-numbing combination of pain and pleasure flooding my mind. This was what I needed. This was what I craved. 

“That pussy takes me in so well. So warm, so tight, so perfect–fuck!” 

Keigo was always vocal. That was just a delightful truth about him. No matter how much he tried to be the hardass hero, he whined like a bitch in heat, even on top. The man never shuts his pretty little mouth, either. 

“Shit, Dove. Every time I’m in this pussy I wish I could just fuck you for days on end. Too bad you choose to be a criminal. I could’ve given you a job at my agency. Bent you over and had you for lunch.”

Keigo presses his hand into my shoulder blades, forcing me down even further, arching me against him so he kisses the tip of my cervix with every thrust. I let out a muffled scream, tilting my head up for a moment so I can breathe. He really had an ungodly amount of pillows. Each thrust had me seeing stars and grasping at the air behind me, desperate to hold onto anything for stability. The way my arms were tied behind me had me whimpering and biting into the pillows, desperate to feel grounded. Keigo laughed darkly and sent a feather to dance along the skin of my hands as they clawed for purchase onto anything. I feel the coil in my core tighten almost painfully, and start to squirm around, my orgasm building faster than I can handle.

“Oh, don’t run from me now. You didn’t run when you had the chance. C’mon, Dove, you were doing so good for me earlier, what happened?” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes just enough to restrict my airflow, his thrusts only increasing in speed, “gonna cum for me pretty girl?”

Look at me, Look me in the eyes

My eyes are bleary, and I know I have an absolutely fucked-out expression on my face. Whether or not he can see it, he knows it too. 

Keigo digs his fingers into the fat of my hips, groaning something out about ‘handlebars’ that I can’t quite hear over the sounds of my own moans. His pace is brutal, and despite the lack of prep, the wet sounds of my arousal echo through the room with his whorish moans.

“Fuck Dove, I hate to have to pull you out of trouble like this but I can’t say I don’t enjoy making you pay for it.” He says,

It always ends like this. I commit a crime, Keigo captures me, I end up in his bed, taking every inch of his perfect cock while he babbles incessantly about how good it is. 

But the familiar smack of the headboard is noticeably missing. 

“Notice something different, Dove?” Keigo licks around the shell of my ear as he speaks, not even bothering to quiet his loud grunts and groans. “Got a little something special, just for you. I know how much you love when I ravage you, don’t you, little slut? But I can’t be fucking holes in the wall from my headboard hitting it every time you want to act out, right?” He punctuates his words by slowing down his thrusts, instead roughly rolling his hips against mine, remaining bottomed out. I whine out, feeling like I’m being dangled over the precipice of an orgasm. Keigo takes a distinct pleasure in this, leaning over to press his chest to my back, pressing gentle kisses against my spine. I mewl out again, arching my back to press even harder against him.

“A needy little whore like you needs to be fucked nice and good, yeah?” He coos, roughly grabbing my chin, forcing my face out of the mountain of pillows on his bed. I’m drooling and crying from the pleasure, a fact that doesn’t go unappreciated by Keigo.

“Can’t fuck you hard enough with this headboard slamming into the wall, can I? Is that why you keep acting out like this? Not getting fucked hard enough?” Keigo emphasizes his point with a sharp thrust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, “good thing I stumbled across these handy little devices. They’re meant for earthquakes, you know? Should be enough to keep me from fucking another hole in the wall, right? You can’t possibly need it harder than this right?” 

Before I can fully comprehend his point, his thrusts resume again, brutal as ever. I shoot him a delirious, cloudy eyed stare, only interrupted by a particularly deep roll of his hips, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Keigo switches his grip, grabbing at my still-bound arms and yanking me back towards him, arching my back almost painfully. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that.” He groans out, resuming his harsh thrusts, but keeping a firm grip on my chin, “If you keep looking me in the eyes like that I’ll have to test how durable these things actually are.”

Forget yourself, surrender your mind

Keigo loved to fuck me dumb. He loved the idea of making me moan louder than he did. He goes feral when he can’t even hear himself over the sounds of the pleasure he gives me. So whenever he has me pinned under him, vulnerable to his mercy, he shows none. By now, he’s made me cum twice on his cock, each climax rocking through me almost violently, and each time never giving me the chance to properly recover. I was babbling from the overstimulation, drooling and sobbing about everything and nothing all at once. I was gone. Keigo had to hold me up himself, my legs having given out a long time ago, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, never once slowing down his relentless pounding.

‘S’too much!” I manage to sob out, my legs starting to twitch. Keigo grunts and wraps an arm around my waist before he leans down, one hand wrapping around my throat.

“Oh, no pretty girl. You don’t get to decide that.” He nips at the shell of my ear and I choke out another moan, feeling myself clench around him once more, “you’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to take it without complaint, understand?

I stumble over my words, broken moans being the only sounds from my lips, before I nod frantically in agreement.

“Good girl. Now sing for me, Dove.” he growls, “I know you want to. You begged so well for me earlier. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

Keigo also loved stuffing me with his cum. 

His moans turned from animalistic grunts to needy whines, and his thrusts became sloppy as he approached his own release. 

“Gonna fill you up, Dove. You’re lucky I’m even telling you. Dirty fucking criminals like you don’t deserve the courtesy of–fuck–of a warning. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Keigo!” I whine out, already losing myself to the overstimulation. “Love you too!”

When Keigo cums, it's heavy. The man is always busy doing hero work, he probably doesn’t even have time to take care of his own needs. After months of feeling the way he fills me up, I hold the genuine belief that this is the only time he cums. How else can you explain the way his entire body shakes, the way his wings seem to fall apart, feathers floating onto the bed softly. He cums heavy, and he cums a lot. The feeling of him stuffing me full, and feeling his cum leak down my legs nearly immediately has my cunt clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. He whimpers and shudders from the sensation, entire body nearly slumping over from exhaustion.

That didn’t stop him, however. He continued his rapid thrusts, working me through my orgasm, obscene squelches echoing through the room. His moans became desperate and whiny in the way they only get when he’s forcing himself through debilitating pleasure. 

Eventually, he slows down enough to undo the ropes around my arms, and I let them fall to my sides with a relieved groan. Keigo pulls out and immediately positions my legs so they’ll hold my hips up for him to admire his work. He shoves two fingers into my abused clit, and I can already imagine the pleased, almost awed look on his face as he works his cum back into me. 

“I think you look prettiest stuffed with my cum, don’t you, Dove?”

I can only muster an exhausted moan in response. 

“So…you love me?”

“Shut up, bird brain.”

The grin on his face tells me I’m in for a long night. 

He was never going to turn me in anyways.

The last candle burned out. 

All mine

[nightfall-kachiniko]

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

[kleftiko]

❦ TITS, ASS, OR THIGHS?

cw: mature, fem!reader

JJK VERSION | BLACK CLOVER VERSION

—shigaraki

hardcore tits man. big tits? squeeze them into a tube top. medium? push up bra galore so they can sandwich his face. tiny? your nipples through a small tee has him DROOLING. man just loves himself some tits. wants to suck on them like the mommy issues man he is.

—hawks

ass is his favourite pillow. i know because of his wings, he probably sleeps on his stomach—so ass pillow. easy. aside from that? tight dresses. you’re going out? he’s standing behind you like a bodyguard to scare off everyone and waiting for you to back your ass up into him when you dance.

—aizawa

thigh highs and a skirt are the perfect frame for the art that is your legs. garters? lace? fuck it just have those pretty things squeezing the life out of his head. he would die a happy, happy man. he wants his fingers digging into them when he drives too, slowly going higher.

—dabi

smacks your ass like a drum. doesn’t even look up when you scold him for hurting you, just admires the jiggle. leaves bite marks when you fuck too. i mentioned before that his favourite position is doggy and i was RIGHT. shameless pervert too, just loves ass.

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo using his feathers to play with you while you're seated snugly in his lap, Your thighs straddling his hips as they shake and twitch from pleasure. You're not allowed to move as he strokes the little downy feather against the most sensitive part of you.

"Look at you songbird, falling apart all over a measly little feather. Its not even one of my strong ones, poor thing, you can take it though I believe in you, my pretty little dove." The mockingly sympathetic tone he used as he brushed your hair back and made you look him in the eyes was almost too much, making you cry out as you came, covering his precious little feather in your juices.

[bkgpackets]

‘fuck.. come on..’ you feel him twitch behind you as his thrusts grow rougher and more unhinged, rhythm lost into the ethers as he all but ruts inside you with one purpose and one purpose only: to get you pregnant.

the moans and grunts he let out next to your ear grow in intensity as your cunt spasms more erratically, ‘here it comes baby, come on.. take it.. take it all.. let me make you a mama…!’ his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s about to cum with the way his hands grope at your neck desperately, similar to how a child would try to get his favourite toy back.

with a last thrust, he comes inside you, ropes and ropes of warm, white seed filling you full; the feeling of being plugged up with the cum of your husband was the last thing you needed to be thrown over the cusp, and you convulse in his arms as his cum is taken in deeper inside of you. you breathe out a sigh of relief and collapse onto the bed, hooded lids fluttering close, peacefully welcoming the slumber with the thought that no doubt your husband’s seed will take.

TOJI ZENIN, older bakugo katsuki, nanami kento, TAKAMI KEIGO during his rut, or any of your favourites

[delirious-donna]

tw: female reader, suggestive, yearning, reader is adored, could be considered somno but reader wakes up before anything starts, implied pussy eating, he just loves you so so much

The bed was pleasantly warm, so comforting against your spine. Soft sheets cradled your form as if trying to lull you into slumber, whilst the book you held slipped between your fingers as tiredness pressed against your eyes.

The spotlight from the bedside lamp painted the most magical shadows against the wall, the conjurations seeming to dance from the gentle fairy lights that twinkled around the room's edges. It was like a fairytale landscape but you fought the sleep that tried to tease you into surrender as if it were a dragon to be slain.

You waited, not sure how much longer it would be before you could be reunited with your lover. It felt too empty in here without him, his presence such a welcome and soothing one that you missed it all the more when he was gone.

Thoughts of the man you loved were the last ones you could recall before sleep pressed you deep into the mattress.

You were so cute, sweeter than the sugary candies he sometimes indulged in, and he was dying for a taste.

The sight of you prone on your squishy bed, chest rising and falling gently whilst you slumbered was just what he needed after the tediousness of the day. The veil of fatigue lifted enough to know that he wouldn’t be ready for sleep until he had you in his arms, his lips on every inch of your glowing sleep-soaked skin.

He padded silently towards the bed and knelt carefully so as not to disturb his sleeping angel.

For a long moment he admired your adorable pyjamas with the white fluffy bunny print–his personal favourites–with a lazy smile curling his lips at how the shorts bunched around your plush thighs. It was like he could already feel your softness beneath his touch, and he swiped his tongue across his teeth at the thought.

Slowly, like a stealthy animal, he crawled towards you. He watched through hooded eyes as he kissed up your smooth calf, enjoying the slight squirm of your hips when he reached the inside of your knee.

You smelled of your favourite body wash and he inhaled deeply until only you filled his head. He palmed you through the thin barrier of your pyjama shorts, instantly feeling your warmth and wishing to nuzzle against you.

It strained his dick to almost pain. The restraint of his pants uncomfortably tight, length throbbing with the close proximity to your pretty little pussy. His pretty little pussy… fuck.

Carnal thoughts of tasting your unique essence on his tongue, your thighs pressing against his ears and the hands that would switch between caressing and tugging on his hair, filled his mind. It made him crazy with need for you, and only you.

Deft fingers curled around the flimsy waistband, tugging the shorts down your legs until they flew into an unknown corner of the darkened room. Groans of you waking roused him enough to stare into that sleepy face that made him want to present you with his heart on a gilded platter.

“Baby?”

“Mhm, it’s me. I missed you,” he assured whilst his fingers tangled with your own, shifting your hands into the messy strands of his hair before pulling away to trace the glistening pussy lips that he was desperate to taste.

You blinked rapidly at familiar eyes glazed with desire, and it was enough to twist your stomach into knots. The swell of emotions that he evoked in you was so powerful that you could sense the slick building with every second that passed.

His lips were feverish, a contradiction to the usual cool sweep of his mouth, as they pressed against your skin. His dexterous hand snaked between your thighs only for you to press them tightly together in a mixture of embarrassment and seeking out that much-needed friction.

You let out a whimper as he sucked bruises of possession into your flesh, almost crying out aloud in simple ecstasy when he spoke once more.

“Now spread your legs and try to tell me about your day.”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Daichi, Suna, Osamu, Kakashi*, Obito, Kiba, Nanami, Gojo, Choso, Erwin, Levi, Reiner, Kunikida, Fuzukawa, Chuuya, Aizawa, Keigo, Sebastian, Hanma, Zhongli, Wriothesley, Kaeya + your fave that fits the story!

*I’m including Kakashi even though he doesn’t like sweets!

[neesieiumz]

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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[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝑅𝒰𝒯 ؛ 𝓀𝑒𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ forced breeding ﾉ forced pregnancy ﾉ clit spanking ﾉ creampie ﾉ misogyny ﾉ rut ﾉ baby trapping ﾉ feral keigo ﾉ piss ﾉ marking ﾉ profanity

Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.

Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.

You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.

Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?

He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?

There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.

“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”

He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”

“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.

He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.

“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.

Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.

“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”

It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.

“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.

He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”

“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.

“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.

After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.

It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.

“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”

It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.

“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”

He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.

“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.

His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”

He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.

“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”

The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”

“Keigo, no!”

Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.

Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”

[takami-takami]

Keigo never really stopped to think about his size before he met you.

He's aware he's big. He has eyes. But it never really mattered much to him besides the typical "huh, nice." when glancing down that men try to pretend they don't do.

So when he first tugs his cock free and your eyes practically pop out of your head, a whisper of "Jesus Christ" escaping, his first instinct is to worry.

He's about to ask "wait, is something wrong?" before he realizes it's not fear, but admiration he sees in those eyes that are laser-focused and transfixed between his legs.

Well. Maybe a little bit of fear. But it's a good kind.

It doesn't take him long at all to develop an ego.

By the third time he has you sobbing on his thick cock, insides stretched to the brim while his thighs grind against your ass, those sweet little words he coos carry an unshakeable confidence.

Words like, "you can take it baby, c'mon, it's okay. Shh, it's alright, so good f'me. Take me inside, baby. I'll make it fit. You've done it before, yeah? So proud of you, you take big cock so good."

Before long, he's faking obnoxious yawns next you on the couch— an excuse to place his arms behind the seat and spread his legs apart, enticing your predictable stare. He couldn't hold back that knowing grin if he tried. His boisterous laugh in response to your accusation of "stop being a slut, Kei'" only ceases once it's cut off by a moan, your knees thudding against the floor to properly kiss his prominent bulge through the clothes.

By the tenth time, he praises himself nearly as much as you.

"You love taking this fat fuckin' cock, don't you? Love being split open on my dick, yeah? Only mine? Shit— yeah, you do. Don't even care that it's stretching your guts, do you? Nah, you love it, you fuckin' love it. 'S that why you're screaming so loud, baby? Sound so pretty when you do. Get your head out the pillow, wanna hear you. Wanna hear that pretty voice scream my name when I take you."

"Mine," he snarls. "All fuckin' mine."

Once the post-nut clarity hits, he promises he'll go back to normal: wings drooping in apology like a kicked puppy as he thumbs away your thick tears of pleasure.

"Ah... Sorry, baby. Wasn't too rough, was I? You did so good. You sore? Want me to run a bath?"

All you're capable of providing is a shaky thumbs up.

[mysicklove]

𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋

DAY 12: SOUNDING

With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout

A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL

Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.

But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.

No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.

But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.

So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.

Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.

“You're scared, aren't ya?”

He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”

As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.

Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.

“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”

Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.

He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”

He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”

You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”

“Dont–Dont know if I can.”

You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”

Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.

“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.

He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.

Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.

You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.

And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”

He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”

You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.

He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.

“What does it feel like, Birdie?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”

You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.

The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”

His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”

You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”

“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.

His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.

You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.

You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.

You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.

“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.

He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”

You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”

But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”

You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.

Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.

You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.

“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.

“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.

A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.

White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.

You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.

It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.

“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.

You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”

When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.

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[90ekz]

dear god, keigo fucking loves eating pussy.

he was never a huge fan of giving oral until he met you, but the first time that your plush, thick pussy pushed against his tongue and he struggled to breathe? he’d gripped the sheets with a strangled “oh fuck-” and came right in his pants.

you pulled off him, slightly alarmed from the choked off noise, but you found yourself grinning as he whined at the loss of contact of your wet cunt to his lips.

“mmm, fuck—nah don’t run away, take my tongue like you want to baby..”

and now keigo refuses to fuck you unless he’s made you cum on his tongue at least twice. it’s so annoying, cause he’ll interrupt you at any time with that gentle smile, annoying you until you humor him.

“cmon ma, i’ll make it so good, you know i will.”

keigo really does it more for himself than he does for you. it makes his cock throb deliciously, and his head fill with fog. your pussy does insane things to him, he’d kill to have his tongue lapping at your clit 24 hours a day.