#keigo x you

[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.”

[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

[mackenziebrooks]

Hawks, who comes in from his day time patrolling in a feral state. Sliding his hero jacket off. You look at him and then towards the calendar. Realizing it’s April and that he’s in his rut season. Knowing you’ll be put into the mating press within the next few minutes.

[mirukosbitchywife]

hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[kleftiko]

❦ DO YOU?

cw: mature, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, sub!hawks

“do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

keigo froze.

your soft eyes didn’t waver, they steadily held his gaze, filled with an abundance of love, your fingers tangled themselves in his atop the clothed table. you were picture perfect in the classy restaurant, yet your lips uttered words of filth unbefitting of the setting.

“what?” keigo cough a bit, taken off guard.

you smiled warmly, tilting your head a bit in faux innocence.

“when i’m not there to pull your hair, or say you’re a good boy, do you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

his eyes gently scanned the space, no one was looking their way and he couldn’t sense anyone listening in. his focus found yours again and he nodded.

“do your hands feel as good as mine?”

he shook his head.

you smiled warmly, thumb tracing a comforting pattern over his rough and overworked knuckles. keigo took a sip of his water, eyes breaking from yours in embarrassment.

“it never feels as good as you.” he mumbled into the drink.

“poor baby.” you cooed, and your foot travelled beneath the table cloth to his, playing with his ankle. he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you, instead relishing in the contact of your hand and foot to know that you were still there with him.

“what do you do?” you asked.

“i-uh-“ keigo cleared his throat, face turned away from you and cheeks tinging pink. “i do what you do.”

“oh?” your foot slipped higher up his leg. “do you edge yourself too?”

once again he nodded his head—softer, this time, though.

“and when do you let yourself cum?”

“don’t make me answer that.” keigo whined, his voice catching a bit as he tried to stay quiet.

he made the mistake of looking back at you; no longer with a warm smile on your gorgeous face, but a blank look of disappointment.

“i asked you a question, keigo, it’s rude not to answer.” to emphasis your point, you took away your hand and foot—depriving him of the warmth of your skin.

and his fingers chased yours in immediate response, but you were too quick and he didn’t want to cause a scene. instead he pouted.

“please?” he asked instead.

you sighed slightly, bringing your foot back to his and taking note of the tension his body released upon feeling you there again.

keigo swallowed. “i don’t let myself cum ‘til i beg.”

you smiled a bit. “just like i do.”

he nodded again. the fingers on his hand twitched slightly, silently asking for your hand again but you shook your head.

the look on keigo’s face almost made you break, the hurt and confused eyes of a wounded animal, but you held your resolve and stood up.

“c’mon, baby.” you said and held out your hand for him. “let’s go home and take care of you.”

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

I just KNOW hawks has the most sensitive wings. Like you grip them? Eyes rolling, head spinning. He would whine so cutely too and then be all blushy about it because he didn't mean to whine like that you just caught him by surprise!! I would LOVE to see a hawks fic with focus on how sensitive those chicken wings of his are 😌😭 bonus points if he subconsciously grinds against whatever he's on top of everytime you play with them. Head. Empty.

This is so canon it's not even funny

Sensative

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: Smut, feather play?? idek but enjoy

Word Count: 1.7k

The first time was an accident.

It had been a long day, nothing out of the ordinary from Keigo's career as a pro-hero, but long nonetheless.

Over the course of your relationship, you have come to find that the average workday in his employment field was not only physically draining, but mentally as well.

And there were some days when the duties were just extraordinarily taxing, fatigue weighing on even the most durable of mindsets.

So when your boyfriend trudged through the door and met you in the kitchen, slumping into your arms with a short hum to complete the certified routine he had adopted at times like this, it wasn't that much of a surprise.

What was surprising was his reaction to your touch.

The oven sounded and you slipped your arms from under his, offering a quiet laugh at his mumbled protest. You reached to push him away to get to the food in the oven, hand accidentally brushing past the base of his wings instead of that of his back as he moved as well.

Initially, you hadn't really thought much of it.

But just as the tips of your fingers were leaving, you felt it; a slight shiver trailing down his spine, one that would've been left unnoticed if you hadn't been internally complaining about the summer heat moments ago.

You paused, opening your mouth to ask if he was alright when the stove interrupted you once more, stealing your attention and capturing the unanswered inquiry.

So yes, the first time was an accident.

But the second?

Not so much.

You were both settled on his couch, some Food Network channel buzzing in the background. With his arm draped over your shoulder, Keigo's wings encircled your bodies from each side, relaxing in the absence of his work's constant demands.

In your defense, it wasn't as if you had been actively searching for trouble. In fact, you hadn't thought of the occurrence since it happened.

But as your body sunk into his, your mind decided to conjure the memory, luring your line of sight to the red fluff underneath your body.

Without thinking, you reached out and trailed your hand through the scarlet plumage. The feathers rippled in the wake of your touch like a fiery sea. You had never really contemplated how soft and delicate they felt when in their unhardened form, much less how pretty they were.

However, these facts definitely weren't captivating enough to distract you from the way Keigo stiffened next to you.

"You okay?" You asked, surprised at the sudden tenseness.

He nodded, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was distant, almost like he was trying his best to avoid acknowledging it.

Mirroring his actions, you settled back into the faux-leather, silently awaiting for a chance to test your curiosity.

Guy Fieri had come on and was raving about a fried chicken sandwich, efficiently ensnaring Keigo's attention between a potato bun.

Thanks, Guy.

Raising your hand as discreetly as possible, you quickly drew your fingers down the side of his wings, skimming the ends with the tip of your pinky.

And then you heard it.

A whine, so quiet that it would've went unheard if the television's volume was increased a few notches, but heard nonetheless.

Your gaze shot up to his face, which seemed to slowly be taking on the same shade as his feathers. "Did you just-"

"No!" He crossed his arms.

Eyes wide, you attempted to pry them open, crawling on top of his lap like a child that had just discovered some new toy. "Yes, you did!"

Regardless, he held firm, averting his line of sight from yours. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Brows furrowed, you mimicked his closed position for a few seconds before allowing a playful grin to spread over your face. "Alright, let me show you then."

You reached out, but he caught your wrist with expert speed, just centimeters away from your target. With a surprised yelp, you were tugged underneath him with your back on top of the sofa's padding.

Obviously, his quickness wasn't unknown, but the soft tint of pint coating his cheeks definitely was, at least to you. It drew a curious grin on your features.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's embarrassing." He mumbled, jutting out his lower lip.

Moments like this were few and far between, especially with someone possessing a naturally cocky attitude such as Keigo's. As of now, you were giving a valiant attempt to quietly observe the unfamiliar behavior.

But his sulking expression drew a bubble of amusement from your chest. Despite your best efforts, your laughter only grew at the visible tic-mark across his forehead.

"See? You're laughing!" He pawed at your face, trying to quell your snickers in a way that only made it worse.

"I'm not trying to be mean, I promise." Grabbing his hand, you laced it through yours, letting it rest there until your giggles died down. "You're just cute when you pout."

Letting out a huff, he buried his face in your neck. The warmth of his skin against yours wasn't surprising, especially with the reddish hue still coating it.

"'M not cute." He muttered, peppering kisses past your collarbone, bringing another chortle from your lips from the ticklish feeling.

"I think you're very cute, especially now that I know you're so sensitive.."

Leaning back, he offered you an impish grin that had your heart flutter. "You think I'm shy?"

You nodded, letting your hand hang from the back of his neck. "Mhm. I don't think I've ever heard you whine before."

He scoffed. "You caught me off guard. It won't happen again."

Rolling your eyes, you dropped his arm. "I'm sure."

This time, when you reached out, he didn't stop you, allowing your hand to stroke the end top ends of his wings. The gesture did more than usher a quiet shiver, you observed, as he began to roll his hips into yours.

"Shit." You breathed, recognizing the shape of his hard-on pressing against you through his sweatpants.

"You really are such a brat." He let out a low groan when you gripped the outer edges just behind his shoulder blades.

"Arguably one of my best qualities." The statement was meant to be witty, but your tone wavered at the soft tickle of his erection brushing against your clit.

"Oh, definitely." Seeming to have noticed the tiny falter as well, he allowed a mischievous grin to ink across his features. "Gives me an excuse to fuck it out of you."

Keigo slipped a hand under your shirt, continuing to grind down as he began to rub at your breasts. You squirmed underneath his touch, releasing a soft sigh when he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

"Too bad you can't take it like you dish it out, though."

Of course, he didn't mean it. He reveled in the way he made you feel, whether it be the way you would avert your gaze in embarrassment or the not-so-subtle shift in your thighs at his degrading words.

Warmth was beginning to spark in your abdomen and you slowly lips your hips to meet his, an act as unconscious as his own.

Still, the friction wasn't enough, especially with the layers of fabric that were acting as a barrier in the most perturbing way possible. You moved to touch yourself, but he quickly caught your wrist, guiding it upward to grasp the other covert of his wing.

"I got ya, Sweetheart. Just don't stop, yeah?"

You nodded, trying to keep your hold steady even as he snaked a hand under the hem of your shorts, his thumb brushing against your clit.

Two fingers pushed into you, prompting a gasp that had you involuntarily gripping his feathers. He groaned when at the action, the grind of his body into yours increasing in speed.

With one final thrust he pulled away, linking his arms under your thighs to carry you towards the bedroom.

"So dramatic over one little whine." He grumbled, peppering your neck with his mouth.

If you had half a mind left, you would've made some snarky comment about the blush still covering the tips of his cheekbones. However, your conscious thought was already thrown out the window, replaced by physical desperation.

"Doesn't matter." He placed you on the mattress, tugging down your shorts as he fiddled with his own sweatpants. "I'll just have to make sure you do it louder."

He brought his thumb back to your clit, stroking the over-sensitive nub until you were squirming under him.

Gently prying your fingers from the sheets, he led them to grip his wings once more. "Hands up, lovebird."

They were nothing short of magnificent, you realized, fully extended to reach past the ends of the bed. Each scarlet feather seemed so delicate and flawless, hung over the sharp lines of his shoulder blades like a blazing cloak of satin.

The soft squeeze that you issued to them had his eyes rolling back, an act followed by a coarse grown on his part. You weren't even sure he fully realized what he was doing as he bottomed out, drawing a pleasured cry from your throat.

He took a moment before leaning down to allow you more access to the appendages, beginning to thrust into you as your hands trailed out from the muscles of his back.

Placing a kiss against your lips, he continued to fondle your clit, synchronizing the motions he made with each stroke against his wings.

The sounds he brought from the both of you reeked of carnal hunger. They matched his eyes, the bronze of his irises practically glowing in desire.

Similarly to his feathers, you had always subconsciously admired their beauty, especially when they were hazed over, trained on you in adoration and lust.

He leaned down, breath warm against your ear that sent a shiver down your spine.

"We'll see who's the sensitive one."

[lemonlover1110]

“no, it’s okay, you don’t have to leave - i don’t mind changing in front of you.” With Hawks please!

Pairing: Hawks x f!Reader

Part of this little prompt game I'm doing for the day (perhaps the week), come join!

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Your ideal date with Keigo fell into pieces the moment rain started falling onto the ground. Your date was going fine until you felt the water droplets on your skin, forcing you to run to shelter. You end up back at Keigo’s apartment, completely drenched. 

“Next time we have to do a better job at checking the weather.” He chuckles as he hands you a towel. You would be laughing along with him if your outfit wasn’t completely ruined. You take the towel from him and dry yourself off.

“Do you have anything I can wear?” You ask, hoping that he does. It’s too early in your relationship for you to have clothes in his place, but you pray that he has something. You absolutely hate the feeling of wet clothes on your skin.

“I’ll check.” He says before walking away, leaving you in the living room. You begin to shiver, the wet clothes making your situation worse. You look out for him, getting impatient. He finally appears, wearing some dry clothes as he brings out some oversized clothes that certainly aren’t your style– But you don’t care. “I’m sure these will work.”

“Thank you.” You take the clothes from his hands, putting them down on the couch before you lift up your shirt. You begin to get dressed without a shame, and the cold that once threatened his body goes away as his cheeks get warm. He doesn’t waste a second before turning around, about to leave to give you some privacy. 

Is he seriously nervous? He’s seen much more before… But not from you. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed at all. In situations like these he’s usually confident. He clears his throat before telling you, “I’ll be in my bedroom, call out my name when you’re finished.”

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to leave– I don’t mind changing in front of you.” You mutter out, and you realize just how imprudent it sounds. You feel your face get hot as you hurry up and finish getting changed. You hear him chuckle, but he still remains turned around. “I’m finished, you can look now.”

“What do you want to do now?” He asks, feeling a little awkward after what just happened. It’ll go away in an instant though, he’s sure. 

“How about a movie?” You respond, and he nods in response. 

[fictionalsownme]

"Touch" | season 6 ! keigo takami x reader | WIP BLURB

Hiya! So I've noticed recently that I almost never post my writing on here, even though I write all the time. I'm just so easily distracted I almost never finish things, but I thought I'd start sharing what I do have so some of these little bits can see the light of day hehe :) here's a bit a wrote about how hawks' and the reader's dynamic might shift after his burn and after his personality changes a bit!

disclaimer: this blurb is unedited and unfinished. just wanted to share some WIPs! Enjoy!

Recently, Hawks— Keigo— had been touching you even more than normal.

You would say he’s finding excuses for physical contact, but there’s not even reasons most of the time.

It’d been about a week since you started riding around with him, Jeanist, and Endeavor. All Might, Deku, and some other pros were part of the efforts, too.

Being a civilian, you knew you brought them more risk than aide, but you weren’t totally useless. And now Hawks— now Keigo— insisted on you being by his side.

It’s not as if you and him had never touched before. In the year you’d known him and worked for him, the two of you had actually gotten really close. And when his name was revealed to the public, he asked you to start calling him that all the time.

No one else, just you. It was taking some getting used to.

It wasn’t long after that the touching started. The near constant physical contact.

A steady hand at your back seemed to be his favorite. But there were other motions too. Touching your arm, playing absently with the edge of your jacket, nudging his shoe with yours. Even just keeping you within arms length seemed to be a must.

Not that you didn’t like it. You definitely did. Each touch was so warm and protective, it made you lightheaded. And in these times… any comfort was a blessing.

You figured that’s why he’d been doing it. Just basic coping, nothing more. You understood. Before all this mess, before he’d been burned, you had always been the first to offer hugs and reassurances. You’d even held hands once or twice. Platonically, of course. But nothing like this.

It wasn’t just the physical nature of your relationship changing, either.

He had this air about him when you were near. It simmered when he talked to you, when he touched you or looked in your eyes. An almost… protectiveness. Possessive.

It was the same with his name. He hadn’t asked a single other person to call him Keigo, and no one did. Except you. And he was adamant about it.

You were flattered, and happy to do this for him. But you were a bit embarrassed to admit that you’d been struggling to adjust. You kept using his hero name by mistake. At first he’d just corrected you with an unreadable expression, then started to tease you about it, but now he’d resorted to waiting until you got it right to respond at all. Even though he’d hadn’t been as outwardly playful since he’d been burned, you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you or anything. Another change you understood. He was being more authentic to who he was. More reserved and quiet and thinking. Again, an adjustment to be sure, but you were happy.

You didn’t mind this slightly new dynamic. In fact, you were hopelessly in danger of falling even more in love with him than you already were, the poor man.

You swore that if he slid his palm over the expanse of your back one more time, tenderly whispered your name like that, gave you instructions with a warm, grounding touch… you were going to lose it and confess on the spot.

You stumbled when one of the incapacitated villains stuck their foot out to trip you as you walked past. You glared at him. Tied, gagged, beat up, and still trying to cause shit.

You kicked at his foot.

“Come stand over here,” called Hawks’— fuck, Keigo’s— still slightly raspy voice.

You gave the villain one more stink eye, and came to stand next to where Keigo was leaning against the car. His hand went to your back immediately. Warm even through his glove and your sweater.

It truly concerned you how normal that was starting to feel. How disarming.

He gently rubbed your back with his thumb, his palm flat against your spine, waiting silently for Jeanist and Endeavor to come back with instructions for the goons.

The feeling of his hand… strong and grounding like an anchor… your eyes slid closed after only a few moments.

Like you said, lately comfort was desperately needed and hard to come by. You kept your back straight, clutching your bag to your chest, savoring the feeling of your best friend. There to keep you safe.

When your eyes opened, they slid over to him on instinct. He was watching you.

You cheeks flared but you kept his gaze. He wasn’t… anything really. Not happy or upset or surprised. He just looked back at you, his hand still against you.

God you swore… sometimes you were so ridiculously close to just grabbing him by the stupid jacket and kissing him senseless. Just to feel it, to feel him, to see what he would do. To see if it would really ruin your life like you told yourself it would.

This somewhat new side of him was intriguing to say the least. Not afraid of silence, of a blank expression, of showing he was thinking. Before his burn and the collapse of society, his training kept his expression in a claustrophobic range of cock-sure grin to open laughter. The only exception was when he was squaring off against villains, or simply too tired to mask himself properly. The later was still rare, however. He only ever willingly stopped presenting when the two of you were alone, and you were proud to say you’d gotten very good at seeing beneath it all.

But things were different now. He didn’t bother to hide. As his friend, it was a breath of fresh air, and it was nice to see no one else seemed to mind either. He still laughed and smiled and made stupid quips. But he didn’t bother to be someone he wasn't.

But he’d been changing too, inside. Everyone had. Less hero and more man. Maybe that’s why he’d asked you to start using his name.

[obitohno]

first-time dad! keigo who presses his lips to the swollen curve of your stomach with the promise to give his unborn offspring the childhood that he never had.

first-time dad! keigo who tries—and fails—to be subtle with his pandering, often waking you in the middle of the night when your breath pauses for a second too long, brows knitted with worry.

first-time dad! keigo who accompanies you to hospital appointments, and stares at the monitor, glossy-eyed and enamoured by the tiny thump, thump, thump of his baby’s heartbeat.

first-time dad! keigo who, later that night, burrows beneath the covers with you by his side, and dreams of the future that is to come, the spread of his palm warming your skin as he nuzzles at your pulse.

first-time dad! keigo who frequently litters your changing body with affection, the press of his fingers gentle as he tests the weight of your milk-laden breasts, humming an answering moan when you keen the syllables of his name.

first-time dad! keigo who is determined to show you just how much he adores the marks that stretch along the expanse of your hips and the patch of curls that have taken home between your legs now that you can no longer reach to tame them.

first-time dad! keigo who makes love to you on the nights that sleep evades you, chuckling when the mood is broken when he titters a calming symphony that has your unborn babe responding in kind with a swift kick to your ribs.

first-time dad! keigo who taps the tips of his fingers to your belly, irises gleaming the colour of liquid gold with unabashed excitement that renders him giddy, because, fuck, he can’t wait to meet you.

first-time dad! keigo who, despite his meticulous preparations, finds that, actually, he isn’t at all ready for when the day of your child’s birth finally arrives, horror paling his cheeks a worrying shade of white when your waters break.

first-time dad! keigo who looks a little green, overwhelmed with a flurry of mind-reeling emotions when he smoothes away the sweat-soaked hairs that stick to your forehead as the crooks of your fingers tighten around his own, straining as you finally bless him with the perfect bundle of joy.

first-time dad! keigo who, whilst you slip into the arms of slumber, counts ten tiny fingers and ten minuscule toes before he’s then blinded by his own affections that roll down the apples of his cheeks in rivets, a singular droplet landing on the tip of a perfectly small nose.

first-time dad! keigo who brushes his lips to the wisps of those finely curled hairs that match the colour of his own, greedily inhaling the new scent of life that intermingles with the taste of freshly fed milk. and there, he whispers a promise of an unconditional love that wasn’t gifted to him until the day he met you.

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[tenshiblogposts]

[ i love him so much in Japanese]

[amaya-writes]

Day One: And Then There Was One...Bed (BNHA x Reader Smut)

Day One of Amaya's New Year's Event

Summary: After a tiring day assisting your hero at the commission's Christmas party all you wanted to do was collapse in your hotel room and sleep the night away, however, things take a surprising turn when you find out each agency was only given one room...with one bed.

Warnings: smut!!! NSFW, MDNI!! sub Hawks, oral (both receiving), raw sex, dom reader, dom Aizawa, use of words like kitten, fingering

Characters involved: Hawks, Aizawa

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You shouldn't be doing this.

A small smile tugged on your lips as you allowed your fingers to card through his feathers, the action eliciting a shiver from your pro hero as he leaned further into your touch.

The sight made your grin widen as you felt Keigo trail his hot fingers across the swell of your ass, causing you to softly grind against his touch as you allowed yourself a quick peck before completely pulling away from him.

"We really shouldn't be doing this, Keigo."

Other pro heroes would have taken your words as a reason to stop and never look you in the eyes again, but Keigo was different. He was young. You and stupid and everything you thought you left behind after graduating from UA.

And he was needy. So, so needy.

It was why he allowed a small whine to slip past his lips as Keigo's grip tightened on your bare skin.

Stay, he said. And you listened.

You listened even if you knew better than to kneel between your pro hero's legs and slot his dripping cock between your lips, you listened even if you knew a pro hero's position wasn't between his side kick's legs sucking at her core.

Low groans and moans echoed through the hotel room as the two of you made love to each other. Because that was what this was. Not random sex, but making love.

He caressed your body with the hands of worship and you tainted him with a sinner's touch.

Keigo was clumsy, and clearly didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't have had sex more than a handful of times, not with the commission breathing down his neck day and night, but he was eager. Eager and so ready to learn.

He didn't say anything when you tugged at his blond strands and pushed his mouth close to your core. He didn't protest when you told him to sit up against the headboard and climbed on his lap.

The only sound that escaped his lips were moans of pleasure as he egged you on with his words.

Don't stop. So you didn't. Let me cum for you. So you let him.

You wanted to be meaner, to pull away at the last second and make him whine for your touch. But you couldn't. Not when he was looking at you like you hung the sun in the sky.

He looked at you with the eyes of worship, you looked at him like you wanted to severe his faith.

Nobody would know about what transpired between the two of you that night. But nobody needed to know.

Because Keigo Takami might have been the powerful number two hero to the rest of Japan, but to you, he was the pro hero who fell to his knees for his side kick.

Even if it was just for a night.

Aizawa Shouta

It'll be fine he said. We're mature adults who can handle ourselves, he said. I'll be asleep even before you realise it, he said.

Yeah, right.

Aizawa Shouta might have been a pro hero who prided himself on his self-restraint and poise, but the way his lips trailed hickeys down your neck while his fingers curled into the waistband of your pyjamas certainly made it seem otherwise.

It had been hours since the two of you first stumbled into your hotel room tired and ready to collapse, but neither of you had gotten a wink of sleep since the second you lied down beside each other.

At first, he had used the blaring red 2:00 am on the hotel's alarm clock as an excuse to strike up a conversation about how both of you wouldn't be able to get any work done the next day if you didn't sleep.

Then came the cuddling because it was cold enough for you to feel like your toes were going to fall off.

But somewhere between the clock striking three and your lips find his, the two of you had found yourself tangled in each other's limbs with a salacious need gnawing at your mind.

This was wrong. Both of you knew it was.

Pro heroes weren't supposed to spend their nights with their fingers stuffed into their side kick's pussy. And side kick certainly were supposed to jerk off their heroes at three in the morning.

Especially not when you were on a trip organized by the hero commission and in a hotel surrounded by dozens of heroes who could easily hear you through the thin walls.

But neither of you seemed to care much about that. Not when every fibre of your being just screamed for that delicious release.

"Shouta- I-"

You wanted to say something, anything at all. But it was hard to do anything but muffle your moans in the pillow beside your head when Aizawa was curling his fingers up into you so perfectly.

"It's okay."

He placed a chaste kiss on your jawline as he spoke, causing a small smile to tug on your lips.

"You ready to go all the way, kitten?"

You silently nodded along to his question, allowing your hand to fall limp around his length just as you felt his hand pull away.

As you watched Shouta shift so that he could tower over you with one hand pressed into the mattress and the other stroking his leaking cock, you couldn't help but feel a sudden sense of yearning consume you.

It made you whine in annoyance at the lack of his touch, a sound that elicited a chuckle from Aizawa as he reached down to finally slide his tip inside you. And then more, and more, until you could feel him bottoming out with a loud groan that drowned out your own moans.

The mattress squeaked below the two of you as you felt him began to pull out and slide back in at a painfully slow pace.

"Shouta!"

This time your call was one of desperation, the sound making him smirk against your neck as he trailed kisses down your hot skin.

"Be patient."

"But-"

He pulled away from your neck at the weak protest, choosing to stare at you with a raised eyebrow even as his hips rolled against yours.

"Trust me, kitten, I know what I'm doing."

He dropped down to place a quick peck on your lips as he spoke, the gesture causing a small smile to tug at the corner of your lips as you silently watched Aizawa reposition himself above you.

"Now, let your pro hero take care of you."

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Headcanon that you tease Keigo by acting like a fan, like you’ll walk in the door and be like

You: “OH MY GOD IS THAT #2 WINGED HERO HAWKS?!?! ”

Keigo: “Oh my gosh not this again.”

You: “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HAWKS IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN HAVE MY BABIES YOUR SO HOT!!”

And u do it so randomly too he loves it, since he gets a ton of hugs and kisses ofc 🫶

[localkeifc]

Y/N : Did you know?

Keigo : Know what-

Y/N : You're a Hawk.

Keigo :

Keigo : You're shitting me.

Y/N : What-

Keigo : Why do you think my name's Hawks?

Y/N :

Y/N : Ohhhh!!!

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[mackenziebrooks]

Keigo, who has you pinned down to the bed. He looks at you with darkened eyes, his lips forming a devious smile. “You’re going to look so pretty while carrying my little chicks around baby bird”. He states.

[mirukosbitchywife]

bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

hawks/keigo:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

[3-dsimp]

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Monster rule 101 pt2: Always get along with the Scarecrow

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Scarecrow! Hawks x fem farmer! reader

Cw: Humiliation, impact play, degradation, NFSW, monsterfuxking, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding, praise, fingering,

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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It was a joyous Halloween night.

The children were prancing with delight at their collection of sweet treasure. While the parents took pictures to commemorate their night out round the neighborhood.

While you were out in about getting ready to be dicked down by the sexy scarecrow.

“Why dontcha present that sweet ass of yours for me like a good girl”

Keigo crooned, as he tapped his unnatural girthy shaft against the top of your forehead with a sleazy grin. Loving the view of you being tainted by his thick seed.

“Make me strawboy”

You huffed, as you began to wipe away the cum he defiled you with.

Now that you had some clarity of mind you thought coherently that even if you were out in the open there would be a low chance of you being spotted in the dark of night within the maze of cornfields.

Also if he tried to grab anyone’s attention which would be somewhat difficult as everyones currently occupied with the festivities going on. You’d just have to make sure to get the hell outta dodge which was easy given your athletic physic meant for doing a hard days of farm work.

Sure you felt a bit guilty for moving him against his will from his rightful post. But you refused to be led by the nose any longer especially not from a man whose job was to keep the crows away from your crops.

“Oh would you look at this cheeky farmer slut acting up.”

He hummed, amused and heavily turned on by your defiant antics. Damn you really knew how to get a scarecrow all riled up. Didn’t you know that being bratty is a major turn on for him?

“Not too long ago you were on your knees sucking my cock like a fresh whore but now you wanna act up, sweet thing?”

Just gazing into your defiant glare paired along with those full pouty dick sucking lips of yours was a killer combination. That only made him get harder than physically possible given his straw like constitution.

God he could get off just by looking at your beautiful face alone. And the urge to wank out yet another orgasm all over your face to make sure his balls didn’t back up with excess sperm batter was resurfacing.

But that wouldn’t be fun, he wanted to break you down. Make you cry and get you so addicted to his cock that you’d never get tired of worshipping and indulging in his seed.

“ I guess I’ll just have to slam my dick up inside that disobedient hole of yours and knock some sense into ya don’t I?”

Keigo sneered with a mean smirk plastered on his flushed face exposing his pent up arousal for you.

You knew from your previous experience that the scarecrow was unusually strong but you didn’t expect was for him to snatch you up by your kinky curls and steal your breath away. He was relentless in making sure that you didn’t have the time to recuperate from him passionately meshing his ravenous chapped lips against yours. Savoring the taste of your sweet lips with a flicker of his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

Failing to recognize his rough hands avidly undressing you from your overalls exposing your skin to the cold autumn breeze. He continued to make out with you in tandem with his wondering fingers trying to find the source of wet heat that radiated from your aroused cunt only to swipe two fingers up against your mound.

“Mmh!”

you moaned in surprise as he continued to rub up and down against your moistened slit. Whilst biting your lip in order to have your mouth open so he can take the chance to do the devils tango with your tongue. Tightening the grip around your waist whenever you’d start to squirm from when he began to ease his fingers into you pushing the fabric of your lacy underwear deep inside your wet cunt.

“ Damn your pussy really wants to be filled huh? Squeezing my fingers so tightly. Shit, Ya wanna milk my dick that badly lil miss farmer?”

” Mmh As if your strawy dick ahn- it’d snap under the pressure”

“You wanna bet princess?”

Keigo purred into your ear his patience thinning the more he fantasizes about how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick. Gaining a good grip on your panties he decided to forcibly remove it from your person eliciting a beautiful whimper falling from your lips.

Not being able to contain his freverent excitement he lightly pushed you to the ground onto your back quickly caging you within his arms. Leaving you exposed to golden hawk like eyes that looked down at you in a sinful manner.

Damn did he know how to get a farmer girl weak in the knees. You couldn’t help but swoon from how devilishly handsome he looked licking his lips as he stared at you like you were his last meal on death row.

“What cat got your tongue baby? It’s a little too soon to be so distracted I need all your attention on me”

He nipped at your velvety skin grabbing the fat of your thick thighs as he propped them up on his shoulders shuffling his pelvis to interlock with yours so he could slide his heavy cock against the slick dripping from your clenching hole.

He teased the fat mushroom tip up and down your second pair of lips. Rubbing in his thick pre against the gaping pink flesh of your pussy that was spread open by his two thick nimble fingers which resembled a v shape.

As much as he wanted to get his dick covered in the honey like substance being produced by your sweet love canal. He wasn’t going to do anything until you starting acting like his proper farmer slut.

“W-what’s wrong strawboy you got cold feet?”

you scoffed.

Trying to act as if you were still the one in control when in actuality the heat from the previous romp in the cornfields. Left you yearning for more despite your brain telling you to run away from the animated scarecrow. That oddly resembled more of a man made of flesh than a man made of straw.

”Oh baby I’d love nothing more than to be buried deep to the hilt inside your needy dripping cunt…”

He whispered huskily into your neck.

“But I have no intention of fucking a spoiled brat who can’t even ask me nicely for what she so desperately needs.”

You reeled from his bold remark with a low whine bubbling from your throat. As he continued to tease and prod at your winking hole and use his other hand to stimulate your budding clit.

Keigo bit his lip in concentration with every slight push of his plump tip dipping cruelly in but not all the way inside of your wavering cunt. Fuck just pressing his cockhead against your hole was gonna make him blow his load. The slick sounds of his lewd ministrations were replaying like a broken record in your head.

Oh how you wanted him to scratch that aggravating itch he planted deep within your heated molten core. But would your pride allow you to stoop so low as to beg the cocky scarecrow to fuck you into oblivion?

Yes, yes it would.

It was almost as if the both of y’all were in the midst of losing your minds. However, you were the first to break as you grabbed at his ratty clothes to look up at him with pleading teary eyes. While grinding haphazardly up into his evading cock.

”P-please..”

”Please what sweetheart?”

”P-please fuck me! I need it! I need your dick inside me right now-“

Before you could even finish your pleas Keigo roughly locked his lips with yours. pushing his tongue inside to taste every inch of that pretty mouth that had once swallowed his seed. Before he pulled back briefly with a loud smack to give you a look full of adoration and love.

”That’s my good girl”

He rasped before pulling his hips back to shoving his throbbing shaft deep inside your gushing cunt. The amount of force he used made all the air from your lungs evaporate into a wordless scream. You could literally feel him in your stomach his dick imprint becoming alarmingly present as you looked down between your conjoined bodies.

Pounding into you as if he couldn’t contain the primal need to ravage you with his cock over and over again. Using your lovely whorish moans as fuel to keep pumping his hips into your soaking heat. Whiling enjoying the view of you bending to his will breasts bouncing wonderfully as tears of exhilaration ran down your face as you finally started getting fucked for all of what your worth.

” You feel so good wrapped around me fuck I’ve been waiting for you for so long to come to this farm I’m glad the wait was worth it.”

He murmured softly to himself as he began to grope and tweak at the dark areoles of your full tits that bounced at every thrust of his hips. His long deep strokes kept you on the precipice of a long awaited climax feeling his thickened pre cum fill you up in ways you never imagined.

”Yes that’s it keep taking my cock just like that sweetness I need to fill you up real good to make up for all the times I haven’t been able too.”

As Keigo continued to punish your overstimulated cunt into completion a puddle of fluids collected from beneath your connected bodies. Which mainly consists of the leakage of thick pre cum and your juices. Making it all the more apparent to hear the wet audible smack of his balls against the fat of your ass.

How long has it been when the two of you starting fucking like wild animals? Cuz as of right now you could barely remain conscious with how much cum he bullied into your tight walls.

“N-no more…ish too muchh”

You slurred. While Keigo was humping his 3rd recent load into your puffy cunt from behind since he had half the mind to manhandle you into the doggy position because he figured you were uncomfortable being flat on your back pumped to the brim of his gunky seed.

”Shhh you’ve been sucha good girl for me I’m almost done. I just need ta make sure that you’re full to the brim of me baby”

Like a madman possessed he was obsessed with emptying out his breeder balls into his pretty farmer girl until nothing was left. Leaving your skin marred with love bites and hickeys. He managed to find purchase on your love handles to ram in his meat within the depths of your cunny kissing the head of your overfilled cervix with an oncoming wave of his baby batter.

“Shit Imma cum, imma cum inside your slutty pussy ahh fuck here it comes! Take it all!”

Keigo groaned loudly as he slumped over you. Your legs had given out awhile ago so he had to hoist you up by your hips to rut further against your rump. Making sure all the cum threatening to overflow is plugged in throughly within your overused snatch.

Wrapping his arms around your middle he pulled you up into his lap to lay against his chest. Your head falling back into the crook of his neck with a peaceful expression. Smiling softly at your soft snores Keigo brushed his lips against your cheek in a faux kiss.

”I think we’ll get along just fine my cute lil farmer”