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[devieuls]

My Neighbor

Hawks x Fem Reader ! smut ¡

Warnings :  dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, teasing. Explicit content 18+ MDNI

Synopsis : Your friendly, sweet neighbor, loved and adored by everyone, has been taking your sleep away for months because of his occasional sex session with strangers. So one night, tired of the situation, you show up at his door...

Length :  3k+

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It had been months since your nightmares first started. Your new neighbor was this, a nightmare that kept you from sleeping at night because of his adventures with strangers, and unfortunately the only one who could complain about it was you, 'cuz your bedrooms were snug and evidently his bed was attached to your wall, causing hammering every time he fucked a woman, but on the bright side, the sweet old lady from a few doors away supported you, even though she was a gossip granny and told all the intimate gossip of others.

You couldn’t deny that your mind had flown into ungodly thoughts, after all that bumping into the wall couldn’t make you think of anything else. He took your sleep away, so why not fantasize about him?

After all, he was a handsome man, tall, golden eyes, hair the color of the sun, lips more than delicious, a beautiful body and those scarlet wings that sprouted from his back, making him something ethereal, almost an angel. His personality was no different, always available to everyone, no wonder he was a much loved Hero, he had almost princely ways to do that made him adored by anyone.

In public you looked at him quite badly, and you had scolded him several times for his behavior, too bad that with those honey eyes and that smile made you melt and forget to be angry with him. Sure, he apologized every time, promising to keep it down, but he obviously forgot every fucking time.

Just like tonight.

Your eyes on the ceiling, sighing in frustration and hands joined together on your chest, praying that he would remember his promise and go easier on the new girl, just not to bother you. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You had to suffer the screams of pleasure and moans of the girl, while the wall almost threatened to collapse because of the bed that kept crashing.

< Shit! Can you just keep it down? > You said aloud, complaining about the sounds, then covering your ears with the pillow, hoping to look after his, even if a little. After about an hour and a half the sounds had stopped, you didn’t know exactly what gave you the courage to get up to knock on his door, but you were really tired and he had to see that you didn’t sleep anymore because of him.

Once you opened the door to your house, a staggering girl walked past you with ruffled hair and a little dress that barely stayed in place. You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing that surely that girl had come out of your "friendly" neighbor’s house.

You knocked on his door and then crossed your arms to the chest evidently angry, after a few minutes the boy opened the door and smiled genuinely, almost innocently.

< What brings my lovely neighbour to my door? > He said with a hoarse and breathless voice, leaning against the door frame with one arm, towering above you.

And there was the moment when your convictions to rebuke him fell. His chest was naked, sweat gleaming on his sculpted physique and against light was even sexier than the vision; gray sweatpants and relaxed wings behind him; his hair messy and ruffled, with some strands on his face, slightly covering the predatory eyes he had; the mocking smile and that tone of voice...

No, you couldn’t give in just because it’s sexy, you can see beyond, you have to see beyond.

< Keigo. Let’s not start with this bullshit, you know very well why I am here. You have done it again, I’m tired of not being Able to sleep because you have to fuck every night. It’s your house, you can do whatever you want, but I need to sleep. Tomorrow is my day of rest and I was going to sleep to go out,  but if you stop me from resting, I have to spend the day in bed to recover the hours of sleep > You said angry, and then put your finger on his chest  < Really. Stop, at least slow down. It’s not normal that at this time of night you kept me Awake. It’s disrespectful, you’re rude. > you ended up angry, trying not to be distracted by his body.

Keigo laughed and tilted his head to the side, watching you pointing your finger at his chest. He bit his lip and leaned forward to get closer to you; his eyes went down on your body and noticed how you were dressed. You wore a two-piece suit in burgundy satin and lace and a robe of the same color you wore over just to cover the exposed parts.

< And you tell me this in that outfit, darlin' ? > He said smirking, making you back up and cover yourself with your robe, slightly red on your face.

< This is supposed to be pajamas and I should use it to sleep, which you obviously don’t, pretty bird. > you said in a provocative tone, making him laugh.

He made you back up until you touched the wall with your back, locking you in that spot because of his arms. You shuddered to feel like a bird in a cage, no matter how sexy the cage was blond.

< Such a waste to use to sleep, when someone might appreciate it more than your bed > replied.

He held a hand on your side and approached your neck, biting his lip again when he saw that you did not resist and that her touch caused you chills. < Are you sure you came to me to scold me? Or did you want to take the place of that girl. >  his voice was arrogant and mocking as he blew on your neck.

You really wanted to scold him, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want to replace the girl or the girls from the previous nights.

< Birdie, don’t get ahead of yourself. I came to complain about you, not to let you fuck me. >  you said bitterly, and then slightly away from him by placing a hand on his chest.

< You don’t seem to mind my touch. Princess, if you wanted to try me, you could have just asked>

< You’re so fucking cocky, Keigo. >

< Don’t pretend you’re sorry, y/n. I’m sure you’re already getting wet right now, but you’d rather be snooty, the one who wouldn’t let me touch her > He took you by the hips and drew you closer to him < When we both know that you would like what I have to offer you > he said blowing words on your lips, caressing your hips.

You looked away blushing, shit! if he was right. He moved a hand over your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. His eyes were ravenous, lustful, and he was eating and swallowing you.

You’ve never seen him so bold and perverse before, so you shuddered at every touch or word, sighing heavily and gasping.

You froze on the spot when you heard a door opening and steps coming out of that place < Who’s there? > said a voice, just that of the gossipy grandmother. You wanted to die, would not talk about anything else for months. How she found you "half-naked" in the hallway of the building with a man, inflating it to make it more outrageous.

< Go back to your fucking house. > Keigo growled hard, then looked at her badly and made the old woman wince that protested returning to her house. You bit your lip when you saw this rough part of blondie, maybe this was one of the few things you wouldn’t expect from him.

His gaze returned to you and you felt so small, a prey in the jaws of his predator. < Where were we, birdies? > He said in a softer voice than the previous one, but always in mischievous tones.

Instinctively your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards your lips, making you two collide. You started immediately a ravenous and wet kiss, while he took you by the thighs to wrap them in his life.

He took you inside his house, closing the door thanks to your body that now stood against the woody and smooth surface. Your hands moved between his fluffy hair and pulled them slightly making the boy moan, you panted when Keigo tightened his grip on your things, and you bit his lip slightly almost instinctively.

The blond broke away from the kiss,  leaving a thread of drool between you two, and then interrupted it when he began to kiss your neck and leave small bites and hickeys. You groaned under those rough but well-balanced attentions, his fluffy lips made you feel so wet already, and the fact that you were squeezed against the wall by his toned body didn’t help to alleviate the feeling he was having in you.

Your bodies were warming up in unison as the boy began to descend on your breasts, blowing warm air over them, so many little chills ran through your body. His nimble fingers went to remove the bows on the side of your top, taking it off immediately after to lick your already hard nipples, he laughed as you trembled under his attentions.

A slight groan leaves you as his mouth began to suck that sensitive spot, the sound went straight to Keigo’s dick, the blood flowing towards the tip making it pulsate from need. The touches are anxious, hungry and hasty, probably even bruises. You got goosebumps, as your hands glide through his golden locks of hair, your hips bend against him.

A low groan escapes his lips as his hands roam your body, gliding over your curves and under your fragile shorts.

< Damn it, babybird, If you keep this up, I’m not sure I can contain myself... > he said holding his mouth over your nipple, making you moan and arch your back against him.

< Then don’t do it... > you answered breathlessly.

He took off from your breasts and climbed back to your lips, beginning yet another desperate and needy kiss as you moved to his bedroom. He laid you on his mattress and began to wind his hands all over your body, touching, stroking and touching it, while his lips ate your voraciously.

He took off right after, breathing hard and looking at your body underneath him. He took your legs and opened them to comfortably get in the way. Your toes slightly lowered his pants, letting him know he had to take them off. So he did, he took them off for you.

< Birdie, do you use protection? > he asked passing a hand through his hair, while a hand stretched towards his bedside table to retrieve a condom.

< Internal contraceptive. In case, I’m clean and- > Your breath stopped to see his cock already ready for use, hard and pulsating, pleading for attention.

< I’m sure you are, don’t worry, Kid.> he said, stopping you from giving him any explanation.

He opened the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, then threw away the plastic and put on the protection. He stood above you, beginning to kiss your wrist, going down your arm. Your body sent electric shocks to your now impatient core as you beamed at its sudden delicacy.

< I promise to be nice to you, I don’t want to hurt you. > You didn’t quite understand why he would be gentle with you, but he never had a problem banging the others until they screamed.

< Please don’t treat me any differently. I want to hear what you gave the others. I deserve it. > You said you were confident. He smirked and left a bite on your wrist, making you wince.

< fuck! > came out of your lips, then pull his hair and make him unbalance to the side.

You shoved him on the mattress and you put yourself on top of him, his hands landed on your naked hips because of the split shorts, which let you see the absence of the briefs. Keigo bit his lip and relaxed under you, tearing off your brittle shorts, remaining completely naked.

< I could even let you ride if you need for you, babybird > said grinning.

< Yeah, I need it. > You answered firmly.

Your hands wandered over his chest, rubbing your intimacies. Your breaths filled the room, as your hand slid over his body to take his intimacy in hand. You sat down when your hand accompanied his dick inside you, sliding into your wet walls.

Keigo moaned with pleasure in feeling inside you, you were so hot, pulsing and craving that your pussy was sucking his cock, making him enjoy it like few people before you. Your back arched towards him as your hips swayed over his parcel, filling you up so well.

The blond bit his lip as he squeezed your hips and guided you over him. One of his hands went to meet your pussy, looking for the clitoris to give you more pleasure; you were amazed when he found it immediately and immediately began to sink with his soft fingers.

You moaned like the worst bitch as you hopped on him and pushed your hips against his fingers to get more.

< So impatient, babybird? You like riding my dick so much. > he said mocking you. Your mind was already drunk because of his cock so good and perfect for you.

It’s been a long time since you fucked and getting back on track with a dick like that was just great. Your hands ended up one on his chest and the other on his neck, slightly tightening his grip, not enough to make him feel something but enough to make him harder under you.

You felt tired after a while, it was hard to stand on top of him when his fingers were playing with your clitoris and his dick was pumping inside you so hard, even though you were riding and deciding the shots to give.

Keigo almost understood your tiredness and promptly brought you under him, changing position to favor your orgasm. He put a pillow under your back and when he came back to you it was like the first time. A groan came out of your lips, clinging to his back with your nails, leaving slight cuts caused by your pleasure scratches.

He laughed at your reaction and started pumping into you so fast you couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Only rough and dirty groans came out of your lips as his bed began to slam repeatedly against the wall.

< We should slow down, the neighbor will complain to me again if I continue like this >  He said teasing you, then slowing down. Your breath was labored, your mind was clouded, and a little scream of frustration came out of your lips.

< You never cared about the neighbor. Go on like you were doing before, fuck. > You answered sour, completely kidnapped by lust. The heat was focused on your lap as the boy slowed down on purpose.

He came up to your face, grabbed you by the neck and picked your jaw with his thumb.

< Baby, you really don’t get it? I wanted to do what I did. Look at you now, you’re in my bed getting the dick you cursed at night. > He said by making a deep blow in you, making you arch your back and moan. < I knew we would end up here one day. > the grin on his face made you bite your lip.

You punched him in the shoulder and he came out of you. He took your hips and put you on doggy style for him, your crossed hands locked against your back and face on the pillow.

He came back in and made you scream with pleasure. You started drooling against the smooth fabric of the pillow, as the man slammed his hips against you faster and faster, leaving a few spanks every now and then, his nimble fingers found your clitoris again and started playing with it again with a speed never experienced.

Your legs were shaking like your whole body, you could swear you were moaning and screaming louder than anyone else in his room. His wheezing and hoarse moans made you feel so relaxed and smug. After a few lunges with your hips you both came together, reaching a liberating orgasm.

Keigo left your hands, stroking your palms, going down to your body to help you lie on his mattress, then hear a strange squeak followed by a "Crack!".

Your eyes were wide open when you realized that the bed had broken and the guy next to you burst into a loud laugh, bringing his arm to cover his eyes.

< My sweet neighbor will be happy to never hear from my bed now that it’s broken. > He said laughing, mocking you.

< Stop! > You said blushing, then hiding in the mattress, turning on your stomach. < You’re not funny, stop! > You continued with a trembling voice.

The blond took you from your hips and approached him, stroking your hair and carrying a lock behind your hair. He kissed your neck gently and wrapped his arms around your soft hips. < Baby, I was kidding. My neighbor can’t complain if she broke my bed. He said, blowing words on your ear. < Now you still have to catch up on your sleep in the afternoon. > continued to tease you.

< Stop... You had already taken away my sleep, at least I spent my time well. > You snorted while you moaned because of his wet kisses.

< So will you stop reproaching me for my nighttime encounters? > he asked, putting his face on your neck.

< No. I still need to sleep at night, so do you. > You said and then turned to face, put your hands on his face and smiled. < You obviously need to rest, you work a lot too, you don’t need to fuck every night, yk. >

< Not even if I wanted to do it with you? It’s a good anti-stress > he answered looking at you with those honey-colored eyes, letting you melt with tenderness.

< But don’t ask me like that, not with those eyes... You got soft, biting your lip. Maybe, but I say maybe, I could agree... sometimes > you ended up getting a gentle kiss from him.

After a couple of minutes of kissing you, the guy pulled away slightly from you and stood by you, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling, and you did the same.

< So... are you the guy who sends away the girl after having fun or... > you started interrupting the silence between you < ... I mean, I’ve seen so many girls leave your house right after. I can go too if.. >

He interrupted you and looked at you < Stay. I don’t like to keep strangers in the house, but I don’t want to send you away, stay... really. I want you here > he said stroking your cheek.

You smiled and approached him, resting your head on his chest, falling asleep shortly thereafter. Keigo stroked your head with a smile, softening at the sight of you on his chest.

< If only you knew I liked you from day one. I’m so glad I got you, even for one night, the best birthday present of my life. >  whispered in the air, leaving a kiss on your head and falling asleep afterwards.

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I’m always late, even publishing Hawks' smut for his birthday.

Best wishes to our favorite winged hero! I hope you enjoyed the story. This is a one shoot, so I won’t continue, sorry.

Remember that requests for any character are open, of all kinds and types.

Oh, and best wishes to all my wonderful readers!

Thank you for reading,

- Mel

[elydraws]

I made this, is a little HawksxYu (my oc) sketch. 

Hope you’ll like it ❤

+ Bonus pic

[keilemlucent]

I was having the worst period mental breakdown at 5 a.m. so naturally i was binge reading every(literally,I’ve read them all) decent keigoxreader fanfic and i found best nest on ao3 and then proceeded to read all of ur fics cause ur blog is a gold mine and i love u

no better time to delve into new fanfic than a mental break down, i tell ya what :’^) distract yourself with content 😎 and birdman <3 glad you found your way here anon!!!

[devieuls]

Obsession

Keigo Takami  x Fem Reader ¡ smut !

Warnings: masturbation, porn addiction, cam girl, overstimulation, masturbation in the workplace, teasing, a little bit of materialism, Hawks Dom, fake femme fatale eroticism.

Synopsis: Japan’s #3 hero has no time to date women or to fuck them for fun, so he throws himself into the world of cam girls, beautiful and erotic girls doing things for money, there he will meet you for the first time, becoming obsessed with you and you... with him

Length: 2K+

First part of.....???

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Hawks was certainly not new to cam sites, he often used them as an alternative to porn when he needed to masturbate and watch some pretty face while he was cumming.

He certainly didn't miss women, they fell at his feet like leaves from trees in autumn, but he didn't want to vent his cravings with a crazy fan or a horny milf of fresh meat. If he had a woman, he would have treated her like a Queen before taking her to bed, not just to vent a momentary craving, he wasn’t the kind of man who used women to throw them away like garbage.

This was one of the many reasons that led him to masturbate in his office when he had to relax, hidden from prying eyes and unwanted attention, while watching pretty girls touch themselves and showing off for money on the cams. He didn’t like porn very much, it was too fake for his taste and sometimes he could also sense the discomfort in the woman who had to follow a signed scene

Later that afternoon, he had a break from his busy schedule. Being a hero was as beautiful as it was stressful, especially if you are the n.3 and you are the young age of 22 years. So he gave himself a moment of leisure with his long neglected intimacy.

Sinking into the comfy chair he typed "cam girl" on his expensive laptop, finding an ocean of sites promoting 'insured fun', but it was one that caught his hawk-eyes " SinfulAngels ".

He didn’t know if it was for the name that contained "Angel " or for the "sin" " who followed him, but became so curious to choose him and enter the site.

From the beginning he could see a lot of live shows of pretty girls trying to attract the attention of the audience through skimpy dresses or sex toys. Things he used to see in these kinds of broadcasts. Yes, the girls were pretty, but no one particularly took his attention... Until a notification appeared in the corner of the screen, "Miss_Desire is now live". Intrigued he clicked the notification and it was there that he saw you. The live already with 3K of people connected, writing in comments and making donations on donations.

You wore red lingerie, ridiculously provocative and sensual, that wrapped your body leaving strategic points uncovered; a body harness made of scarlet leather and chains wrapped the top, connecting to a chocker with "Desire" written on it; The hair lightly collected in a high tiled tail, leaving some strands on your face; Light and provocative make-up, with a red lipstick that made your lips inviting.

Hawks was enchanted at your sight, feeling a familiar tingling between his legs, getting comfortable in the chair and watching you greet the audience. You were, in his eyes, a mix of erotic and angelic, the perfect girl for a site with such a name.

You lay on your stomach while reading some comments left by donors, modest figures but surely appreciated by you. You were starting to warm up with your fingers in your underwear.

< Easy with the chat guys, I can not read you all if you are so fast, slower, mh? > You giggled with a deep voice, you loved to see all those men who turned on the least thing you did. Keigo tried to donate, but the site forced him to create an account first, which he did promptly, both to interact with you and to get your attention. It was the first time he felt the need to be noticed by someone.

The donation system was almost easy to understand:

Roses: low-level donations, the price started from 10¥  to a maximum of 99¥  .

The stars: donations of intermediate level, price between 100¥  and 499¥  .

The fires: high-level donations, the prices were between 500¥ +.

You put yourself together when you got the notification of a donation of 500¥ , making many small fires appear on the screen. You smiled biting your lip reading the name of the donor, a certain "Your.master".

< O-Oh, we have a high player among us... Tell me, my sweet master, what can I do to thank you for the donation? > your voice was playful at first. You loved high-end donors, the ones who had no problem paying big bucks to see you do erotic things for their pleasure. You made fun of them, you knew it was part of your charm, and that made you feel powerful. You weren’t for sale to men, they were slaves to your erotic beauty.

Hawks smiled maliciously at seeing you so confident, imagining what it would be like to see you in real life, appropriating your boldness and your confidence. His wings trembled at the thought of touching your skin caught in some erotic lingerie, imagining it smooth and soft to the touch.

  Your.master: “ Use a vibrator to play with your pretty pussy"  he wrote frantically, leaving a warm sigh. He was already feeling tight, which made him slightly nervous.

In the structure there were still his employees and sidekicks. Who knows how inappropriate and dangerous it would be if they caught him masturbating in front of a screen for a camgirl. Yet another thrill shook his back and he simply sent one of his feathers to lock the door, hoping not to be questioned about burrocratic things.

You laughed at his request, it was something you had done before, but never for such a sum of money, surely exaggerated. You didn’t object and got out of bed, going to a shelf attached to the wall, moaning while looking for the suitable vibrator to give you pleasure. When you found it you went back to the bed that was placed right in front of the cam, you sat with your legs open and took a deep and calm breath.  

Hawks licked his lips seeing you in that position, dressed in lingerie and chains, God would have thrown you on that bed in front of everyone, making you forget you were live and working. Filling you up, getting drunk on him...

< You’re new. I’ve never seen you before, master > you mumbled the title provocatively, making Hawks tighter and tighter in those cargo pants he was wearing. < Naked or dressed? > you asked nicely, while activating the vibrator in your hands.

Your.master: I am new and wanted to pay homage, anyway babybird dressed.

< I love homage...> your tone was mischievous and provocative, alluding to much more. Hawks' head was already flying with imagination.

You bit your lower lip, starting to press the toy on your pussy, panting slightly and moaning with pleasure. Your head fell backwards as your chest swelled to recover air, your eyes closed and your fingers fiddling with the object between your legs. Hawks unbuttoned his pants and unzipped releasing his already hard cock. He took off a glove with his teeth, throwing it on the desk, then began to massage his cock to seek relief.

< Little perverts... mhh... are you touching for me already? Take it easy, I like to see you exasperated by my body > you said between the moans and grumbles, making you even more erotic in the eyes of the Hero. Something in those words sent a wave of blood over his cock, causing him to ache in need.

You arched your back when you hit your still covered clit, squeaking with pleasure, leaving the vibrator at that point. You swear with pleasure as the chains rattled on your chest because of your spasms. Began to sway your hips to relieve the tension that was building up inside you. Your free hand squeezed on the sheets, pulling them to find a comfortable hook for that fire that was eating you inside.

Your.master:  Babybird... I need you to hold on a little

Hawks did not know how hard he could write on the keyboard, as his other hand had already begun to move to relieve him while his eyes were mesmerized by your body movements.

He found the sounds you left so damn exciting, the way your legs were shaking for pleasure, your wheezing, the little twitching you were having when you hit a sensitive spot. He was already so drunk on you, after so few minutes.

His  hand was moving faster and faster around his aching dick, breathing heavily and holding back the hoarse moans, while you tried to resist the need to cum in your expensive lingerie. You had to satisfy the requests of a good suitor like him, No one has ever offered you so much money immediately, especially to do something so innocent compared to other requests.

Hawks was eager to cum, yes, but he respected women, even those who did an erotic profession like you. He didn’t want to see you naked right away, so he thought, even though a voice inside him told him he would be jealous if everyone looked at your pretty pussy. As if they hadn’t seen her before him..

Your face was red and tired, your mouth open as you moaned louder and louder, drooling a little with pleasure, your eyes ajar and watery as you tried to keep your legs open and not come. Such sweet torture for your already wet pussy but a heavenly view for the blond on the other side of the screen. He felt closer and closer and when he wrote you could come, you released yourself against the vibrating object and on your fingers, soiling the bottom of your underwear. Your orgasm was so strong and intense that it made Hawks cum too.

He leaned his forehead against the glass desk and sighed heavily, it was intense enough that masturbating in front of a live, so intense that he felt slightly dirty inside, but he liked it. Her face was slightly red due to orgasm and shortness of breath due to the multiple times she had held her breath for watching you, her eyes slightly tired and her balls definitely a little emptier than before.

Your.master donated 1000 ¥

You crawled back, still shaking for the orgasm, to the computer to read the notification, you couldn’t believe it. All that money to stay fully dressed and use a vibrator. You just assumed before, but now you were sure, You should have held on to that boy. You know, your golden goose.

Your.master : You were fantastic, nightingale.

< Someone is really spoiling me between compliments and donations, beware my dear followers, there is a new opponent in live >  giggles ironic, then back slightly serious. < Anyway, thank you, master > 

Your voice was still broken by your orgasm, slightly weighted but always deep and sensual. An unusual stamp for a cam girl, as many pointed to infantilism and pretending to be innocent and angelic, almost golden.

The hero loved the character you played, was already obsessed with it, fucking real, erotic and to eat...

He was already ready to make more donations, asking for more things to do for him, but someone knocked on his office door and forced him to leave your live show. He cleaned up the mess he had made with some wipes and handkerchiefs, trying to pick up all his cum, then cleaning his wet dick and fixing his hero uniform, returning completely professional.

He sighed slightly frustrated at not being able to see you again and sent one of his feathers to unlock the door, then snapped a < Forward. > slightly too sour for his usual friendly tone.

At that moment he would kill his secretary who brought him some documents, but remained calm while she timidly explained some things about his agency and future events. Not knowing that his mind was still on your red lingerie and vibrator that he so envied for touching you down there.

God, he already wanted to hear your voice again and see you still basking in bed, clutching those sheets... who knows what it would have been like to fuck you, making you feel all its greatness inside. Would you have tightened the sheets like that? would your legs have shaken?

He knew, he was almost certain.

He knew himself too well to lie to himself. He was obsessing over you, slowly, but he was.

Hawks, hero #3, a prodigy who climbed the podium effortlessly, was obsessed with a cam girl whose name he didn’t even know. Pathetic.

-----------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTES ---------------------------

Maybe this will be a mini-series, I’m already going to write the second part, but I don’t know how many parts will come out and when they will come out. I hope you enjoyed this first part.

- Mel

[devieuls]

Where’s your mind?

Keigo Takami x Fem Reader ¡ angst/fluff !

Warnings : fluff/angst story, toxic love, words inherent in death, reader and Hawks suffering, swear words.

Synopsis : you have just been left by your boyfriend for another girl, your heart is broken as you run away from what was your home to end up in a corner of the city to suffer in silence, hidden from prying eyes, not knowing that someone would find you by chance...

Length : 2k+

Part: 1/2(?)

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You didn’t know how you found yourself crying in a seedy corner of a remote street in the city center, you didn’t really understand how you got there. Perhaps the tears had dazzled your eyes to the point of not understanding where to go to stop you.

Your chest was so sore you could barely breathe properly; your heart was pounding, you almost thought you were having a heart attack as the rain wiped your tears from your face. You held your sweatshirt close to your heart as you tried with all your strength to stifle the sobbing and the small desperate cries that came out from the neurosis of crying.

Why? Why me? What did I do wrong? It’s my fault... I’m so stupid.

Words like that sounded in your head.

You felt like a total moron asking questions like that while your now-ex-boyfriend is definitely staying with the other woman.  He had left you after four years of relationship, four years where you had given every part of yourself; your heart, your love, your body, the attentions, the affection... all of yourself. You were torn apart in a relationship with a Leech who sucked your life from your lips. Four years where you accepted his screams, his outbursts, his insults, his violence, contempt and disinterest.

By now you were a doll with which he used to vent his cravings sometimes, until he got tired of you and found a new toy to have fun with. 

He didn’t need you anymore, and your efforts to look as beautiful as the first day were in vain. You had started putting on a lot of makeup, going to spas, hairdressers and shopping more often, but nothing had worked. 

He didn’t look at you, he didn’t love you for a long time now, just enduring and cold.

Stupid.. STUPID. STUPID! You used to say to yourself while you were hitting your head with your hands, like to drive away the idea of him and everything you did for his sake. You were hoping to be sucked in by those cold walls and the concrete, totally disappear off the face of the earth, never to be found again.

You were now crouching, letting the rain swallow you, as memories of you resurfaced in your mind, wounding you more than the situation itself was. You were hating yourself so much, finding yourself sobbing as pathetic as you seem to be on the ground like a homeless, and crying like a baby.

You didn’t even hear footsteps approaching you, much less the presence of someone who had stopped in front of you, if it wasn’t for a voice that had just come to your ears you definitely wouldn’t have given it any attention.

< Hey... All right? Can I help? > A soft, low, worried voice hit your ears, taking you away from your thoughts. 

You looked up slightly, as if to look at the person who had stopped for you and you hardly recognized him. Maybe the last person you expected to see in a situation like this was Keigo, your best friend. He usually didn’t come out in the night rain, he didn’t particularly like to get soaked when he came home, so it was strange to see him standing in front of you.

Your eyes swollen with tears, face plump, hair ruffled and disheveled, surely you were not a beautiful sight.

His wing was already above you, acting as an umbrella to keep you from getting wetter, and then offering his hand to stand, remaining silent and looking at you with concern.

< Who did this to you, my angel? > he said when he found you standing in front of him, still sobbing and shaking. He took a strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your cold cheek with extreme delicacy, wiping away some of the tears falling from your eyes

< I-I am such a fool.. > you answered between sobs to the other, and then hugged the boy, hiding your face on his chest, letting him caress your hair.

< No, you’re not, my sweet angel. Let’s go home, you’re soaking and shaking, you’ll get sick if we’re still out here. > 

< I don’t want to go back to my house, please, don’t make me go back there... > you begged in the sobs on his chest. He sighed and began to doubt to why you were in those conditions.

< All right, princess. Let’s go to my house, okay? > he said, getting a motion of approval from your head and then took off his waterproof jacket and gave it to you, carrying you to his house in his arms, covering you with his wing and letting the rain wet him.

You didn’t know this, but that boy was madly in love with you since kindergarten, where he first met you and found you beautiful. He never dared to go beyond friendship with you, he respected you too much to be so selfish as to ruin a good friendship for "his stupid feelings". 

He had never made you miss anything and treated you like a Queen, never once he had discredited you or raised his voice, always remaining genuinely enchanted by you, remembering how fantastic you were. He never hid his admiration for you, always giving you compliments and sweet nicknames.

But you couldn’t see, you couldn’t see how much love you could get from someone like him. 

How could you not notice his loving gaze? How did his heart accelerate against your ear when you hugged him? When he blushes slightly to see you smiling carefree and babbling about your day. How he enjoyed your perfume those times you fell asleep in his bed after a movie. His smiles at seeing you with his baggy clothes on, finding you pretty damn pretty. How he looked after you and defended you from everyone.

No, you didn’t understand, you never would have understood... But he accepted it, he only needed to see you happy... even if this happiness was due to someone else.

Once you arrived at his house he made you sit on the sofa and fetched towels to dry you, even though there was little left to dry since you were completely soaked in water. Nevertheless, you wiped your face and covered yourself with the soft towel that was full of his perfume. Keigo was gently drying your hair while your forehead was resting on his shoulder.

< You want to talk about it? What happened?  I-I know it’s none of my business, but I’m worried about seeing you like this... > he started, with his usual calm and sweet voice, that made you feel so... calm.

< He left me, Keigo. And it’s all my fault, I’m such an idiot! Pathetic and insignificant... >  exclaimed in tears. It hurt you to say you were left, but you couldn’t understand the pain you caused in him when you addressed such offenses to yourself.

Keigo stopped drying your hair and pulled you from your chin, making you raise your head until your eyes crossed. With his free hand he took off some locks of hair that covered your face and gave you a comforting smile.

< My angel, you are neither pathetic nor insignificant. You don’t know what a wonderful person that asshole left behind. You’re perfect and he doesn’t deserve your tears, mhm? > he said, stroking your wet cheek.

< Y-you’re just saying that b-because we’re friends... you don’t know h-how it feels to be broken up... it hurts, Keigo. It h-hurts so much, please make it stop... please... make it stop> Your voice was broken and pleading, you wanted so much to stop suffering, rip your heart out and throw it into a ravine, but you couldn’t. You were in tears again, feeling so insecure about yourself, horrible.

Keigo remained silent, his gaze became saddened and instinctively embraced you, caressing your back with extreme delicacy.

< I too... suffered for love, you know? she was so unreachable... you don’t know how many times I found myself like you. I was suffering like a dog, Hoping that one day she would reciprocate my feelings... but it never happened. But I’m here, I’m fine and I’m moving on. > said whispering. < it’s normal suffer for this, a sweetheart like you could not do the opposite. But it will pass, I promise you. It will not hurt so much > continued as he held you to his chest.

< Who’s the d-dumb ass who didn’t realize what a w-wonderful boy she lost? > you asked to change the subject and not think about your ex anymore.

The boy smiled sadly and looked at you. How could he tell you that you were the fool?

He sighed slightly and stroked your wet hair.

< No one you know... but never mind, it was just an example to make you understand that all is not lost, my angel. > he said.

< Why doesn’t he love me...? I did everything for him, Keigo, I-I swear. Everything... but-but for him I was never enough... Never pretty enough, never attractive enough, never good enough. Why am I not like her? She’s so beautiful, beautiful eyes, wonderful body, sweet voice, handsome hair, she dresses like a model.... she’s perfect, so perfect. So much better than me... >  you looked down sobbing, feeling a total mistake < I hate myself so much... > you concluded by letting yet another tear twist your face.

You pulled your hair slightly and scratched your head slightly. Keigo took your hand to stop you from hurting yourself, holding it firmly and taking your other hand.

He felt a stab in the heart for every tear you shed, every bitter word to yourself. He would have wanted to give you his eyes to see how magnificent you were 

< Y/n, that’s enough. You’re beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the world! You’re smart, beautiful, funny. You have these eyes... these beautiful eyes that are just so... and this hair, wow. And that wonderful smile... ahhh... Your voice so sweet that it could melt even the coldest heart, your wonderful personality, your...> he stopped for a second when your shiny eyes met his < Fuck. You’re just so... beautiful, my angel. Why don’t you realize you’re perfect just the way you are? Any sane guy would want to be with a woman like you. > he said blushing immediately after, realizing too late the words he had told you.

You didn’t expect such a confession from him and you were speechless, you didn’t really know how to answer and you blushed with a dry face.

After a few minutes of silence, you began to speak again in a trembling tone.

< Oh god, you must think I’m a crybaby... I’m so sorry to Ruin your night with my problems... I’m such a fucking mess > you said changing the subject and pulling your hands away from his grip. Your faces still red for the previous conversation

.< I would never think that of you. You’re perfect, even when you cry for an asshole, birdie. > pinched your cheek and made you smile slightly. < Exactly what I wanted to see. Smile, princess, 'cuz there is nothing more beautiful than you. God, I would kill that bastard who took this wonderful smile from your lips. > he concluded, making you blush again.

< Thank y-you Keigo, you are a wonderful best friend > you answered, not knowing that you had just thrown yet another arrow at his heart, hurting him with that "friend". He smiles slightly, suppressing the pain that was being born in him.

< Anything for you, you know. > The blond ruffled your hair. < Are you hungry? > he asked after a few minutes.

You nodded slightly and he retrieved an envelope with fried chicken inside, offering you half, which you accepted with great pleasure.

< He w-wouldn’t let me eat fried chicken... he said I’d get fat. > you laughed sadly.

< That’s because he’s an asshole. You’re beautiful and you can eat whatever you want. > He sighed back. he always hated that guy who treated you like a trophy to be displayed and to vent his sexual cravings.

< How sweet... i-is really good this chicken > you concluded while you pulled up with your nose, giving more bites to fried chicken.

Keigo looked at you lost in your movements, smiling at your ways, finding you so genuinely beautiful. Yet another look in love crashing into you that you didn’t notice, it was almost frustrating for him.

Because you didn’t see him, he was there, in front of you, madly in love despite everything. You could have been so happy, the solution to the pain you were in because of your ex.

< You’re special, Keigo... no one could stand me as long as you. That’s why no one will ever love me, I’m such a bore. > You said turning towards him, making your noses collide.

< I don’t have to put up with you, it’s a pleasure to help you, my angel... > he said blowing words on your lips, making you wince. < ...and only a fool wouldn’t fall in love with you, you’re perfect. >

He once again carried a lock of hair behind your ear, always staying close to you. You didn’t really understand what he was doing, and neither was he, lost in your eyes as he did it, almost hypnotized. Meanwhile the air between you two became more and more dense and tense, breathing each other.

< Keigo... what are you... > you said in a low voice and then looked at his lips so close to yours. You didn’t know why but you approached him, remaining for a breath distant. You looked back into his and laid a hand on his cheek, taking the blond boy back from his hypnosis.

He walked away from you and sighed heavily, red in his face and evidently embarrassed. He took his hands in his hair, ruffling them and then looking down < I... sorry, I’m such a fool. Forgive me y/n, I don’t know what I was th- > you stopped him approaching him again, took his face in your hands gently, and then laid a sweet kiss on his lips.

He was surprised, staring out his eyes and standing still, then kissing back, letting go for once. His heart was pounding as he hugged your hips with a delicacy foreign to you, you were accustomed to rough strokes from your ex, but he kept well away from your ass, limiting himself to caress your hips.

The kiss got wetter because of you and he had to break away from you. You weren’t clearly in your right mind and he didn’t want to take advantage of your moment of weakness to get something out of you. He wasn’t that guy, and he couldn’t do this to you, not after so long that he kept it all inside himself so he wouldn’t ruin anything.

< We shouldn’t... You’re not yourself, you just broke up and surely this is not something you would do with a clear mind. I can’t take advantage of you like this... > he sighed, his heart still racing.

Your eyes were lost and you couldn’t tell if it was a gesture of kindness or rejection. < I-I'm so sorry... sorry.... I shouldn’t have kissed you, I’m so embarrassed, God. Forgive me... I- > You said away from him, red on your face.

< No, it’s all right, you’re not yourself, I understand. > he said kindly 

 < I-I should go now, it’s getting late. > you answered and then you got up and left the towel on the couch.

< It’s pouring, please, stay. > he said taking you from the wrist, holding you there.

< It doesn’t matter... really. > you didn’t look at him, turning your back to hide your embarrassment.

< Really, stay, nothing bad happened... if you go out you’ll get cold, you better take a shower > he proposed < At least take off your wet clothes, please. > He went on with a delicate tone and managed to convince you.

You ran away from his grip, without saying anything, and you went to the bathroom to wash yourself, leaving him alone in the living room.

Keigo scratched the back of his head and re-curled his hair, calling himself mentally stupid. He felt a profiteer on the one hand, for continuing your kiss and allowing you to start something wetter; but on the other hand he thought about how soft your lips were, on the good cherry flavor they had and the way they looked for his with such impatience.

He didn’t know what to think. 

Now if on the one hand you were suffering from your recent breakup, on the other hand you were confused about your true feelings for your best friend, on the other hand you always liked Keigo, he had always treated you well, but as a friend ? You couldn’t have feelings for your childhood best friend. You were just friends... just friends... just... friends?

Friends don’t kiss, do they? Not even when one of them is emotionally unstable... right?  Maybe it was just a mistake of the moment. His lips were so close to yours... so inviting and soft. It wasn’t so wrong, just a fleeting mistake, it wouldn’t have happened a second time...

...but maybe a third and a fourth yes, who could know?

Maybe you were confused by the situation or you were starting to see that guy with other eyes, because you liked that kiss more than you should have.

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This time I leave you with something different, an angst a little fluff. 

I’ll probably make it two parts to make it more sad and painful for you and poor Hawks, but I’m not entirely sure.

See you next time!

- Mel 

[devieuls]

hello! i really like how you write for Keigo 😭

Im sorry but can i request Hawks with a smaller fem reader? maybe she has mouse quirk?

He really loves their size difference and the little prey and predator thing going on between them <3

Just some fluffy stuff about their daily life, and if you can maybe a bit of nsfw? 👉🏼👈🏼

Sorry if its too much! Love your blog!!

THE DAY OFF

Hawks x Fem Reader ¡smut!

Warning : nothing wrong at first, just sweet fluff and a little bit more spicy. Towards the end: a little more spicy

Synopsis : Your boyfriend after a week of tiring work needs to clear his mind and allow himself some time with you between sweet moments and… why not, maybe some attention a little more… intimate.

Length : 2.5k +

Note: Honey, don’t apologize, I’m also here for your requests! I left implied the height factor, you understand however that Hawks plays a lot on your difference.

I made the protagonist of the story a day of rest for Keigo and Reader, so I’m sorry I could not do many small macroscenes, I tried but the effect that came out wasn't really in my style. Moreover, the characterization of Hawks doesn't make me write totally innocent and only soft with the reader, especially in the home. I hope you like it anyway!

Thanks for the support and compliments!

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For many weeks your sweet boyfriend has been busy with work, between the new recruited helpers, his public appearances at the request of his agency and the hard work of hero n.2, you didn’t even have time to talk or do something together. You didn’t complain, you were also a hero, of much lower rank but always a hero, so you didn’t blame him if he was too exhausted to give you attention.

The night you spent the time to cuddle him and to make him feel your presence while he fell asleep slowly, you needed that little to be happy. See how his muscles relaxed under your touch, his wings letting go on the bed losing some plumes; his tired but serene face resting on your breast, while his arms wrapped around your body as if you could leave at any moment, whispering some sweet thanks before falling totally asleep.

The bad part came in the morning, when you woke up alone in bed with no trace of him, like a ghost only visiting you at night, of course, you knew he would come home every time but you missed his presence. When it was still No.3 you had more time to spend together, even short moments that lasted as long as a movie.

Fortunately Keigo had had three days of rest, a bit for the pressure made by the n.1 who saw him exhausted both by the association to which he replied, the winged hero would never take a day off, it was not in his nature to rest without reason, especially if he knew he was fundamental in the dynamics against villains. However, he accepted these days to recover and maybe give you some extra attention, knowing that he had really left gaps in your relationship.

That morning you woke up as always alone, it was habit by now, therefore you had not given weight to some feathers left on the bed or some objects of Keigo’s costume left around the room. You took a quick shower, washed your clothes, and put on one of Keigo’s hoodies to stay in, ready for breakfast and maybe a movie.

Your ears stood up when you heard some noises in the next room, knowing for a fact that there should have been no one in the house but you. You felt some chills as you took the wooden broom pole and walked towards the kitchen, knowing that the noise was coming from there. You tightened your grip just before entering and once you crossed the threshold you were more than ready to use the pole to attack the intruder.

Fortunately, it was just your boyfriend making breakfast, now looking at you with a confused expression.

< Woah Woah, angel I understand that I was very absent, but it is not a good reason to take me to poles > he said laughing while he turned the omelet and controlled the rice.

< No… it’s that you… I mean, I heard noises and… you’re never there in the morning, I didn’t expect… > you answered by putting the pole down and then approaching him.

< Didn’t you expect me to be home? I’m on forced rest or some shit like that, I don’t know. But I have more time to spend with a beautiful mouse > he walked away from the cooking area and approached you, taking you from your hips and landing on the part of the kitchen peninsula, making you shudder because of the cold marble against your bare legs. < Are you hungry princess? > he asked leaning on your neck, leaving some wet kiss.

You've bitten your lip feeling the little attentions of your boyfriend on your neck

< A little bit… since when do you cook anything other than fried chicken? > you asked laughing, leading the blond to detach from you and look into your eyes.

< You know, I have so many hidden talents, babybird. > said with a deeper tone than the previous, causing a senseless redness on your cheeks.

He smiled as you blushed and lowered himself between your legs, at the height of your intimacy making you suspect that he would go to tease you there and blushed more, the boy laughed and opened the scaffold that was under you, pulling out some bowls and plates. when he stood up again and laid the various ceramic plates, he felt your look burn on his bare back.

< What is it, princess? You thought I’d touch you there? > asked jokingly, knowing perfectly well that doing what he did would make you think of something else altogether.

< N-no! is that you stooped there and… fuck it, don’t do it anymore if then- > you stopped when the predatory look of Keigo was peering from head to toe, overtaking on your bare legs under his sweatshirt. He leaned on one of the shelves and bit his lip.

< "If then" what, birdie? if I don’t really do it? You know, my appetite has now changed tastes, I could eat my little y/n > he said to then indicate your legs < Especially if the dish is so well in sight > he concluded, approaching you again, putting his hands under his sweatshirt, immediately feeling the absence of panties. < How can I expect to eat anything else? > he asked as his thumbs caressed the point between the hip and the "V" of your intimacy, making you squeak.

< K-Keigo is burning something… > You said while holding a deep breath, and then release it when the blond walked away from you to turn the fried omelet on one side.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

< The omelet is gone, there remains fish, rice and vegetables, I hope this suffices > he said while he was bringing on the table the various dishes and bowls, also retrieving some green tea and chopsticks to eat. < Princess, it’s ready, come and eat >

You nodded and then you reached him and you got your mouth watering < Wow, after this, we can get married > You said without thinking. Actually you weren’t the best cook, of course you could do something but Keigo… well he between the serving and the scent that left his food seemed almost a chef.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

< The omelet is gone, there remains fish, rice and vegetables, I hope this suffices > he said while he was bringing on the table the various dishes and bowls, also retrieving some green tea and chopsticks to eat. < Princess, it’s ready, come and eat >

You nodded and then you reached him and you got your mouth watering < Wow, after this, we can get married > You said without thinking. Actually you weren’t the best cook, of course you could do something but Keigo… well he between the serving and the scent that left his food seemed almost a chef.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You spent the time of breakfast in peace between jokes and chatter, littleness that you missed to say the least, see him smile and tease you for your cute reactions made you feel good.

After washing the dishes you let yourself go on the sofa, to watch some movies and spend time pampering yourself. You found yourself lying on his chest as he gently stroked your back and played with your hair, sniffing it every now and then, enjoying your sweet scent. You hid the blush on his chest, trying to focus on the film you were supposed to watch together, but in half an hour of film you thought about how relaxing it was to be in that position with him expressing his affection without being a complete pervert.

He also left you sweet kisses blowing on your cheeks and your head, making you close your eyes and almost fall asleep for all that sweet attention, until you had to get up to go to the bathroom to do your business and maybe check if the washing machine full of your underwear had finished, so as not to remain in that condition with a perennial horny like Keigo. Not that you mind having sex with him again, on the contrary, it turns you on just the idea of being able to touch him again, feel him again…

After finishing in the bathroom and realizing that you still have all your underwear wet, you left the room and walked into the hallway to get back to your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt big warm hands, one covering your mouth and the other on your side, forcing you to back away, you felt the heart in a thousand and you tried to free yourself from the grip of the person, until he stuck you against the wall and began to kiss your neck with a certain fury. You gasped and sighed relieved as you recognized your boyfriend’s touch, letting yourself go to his attentions.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

< I need you to be a good girl. > He said with a deep, hoarse voice, giggling in the same tone, already making you feel wet between the legs. You nodded in response, biting your lip and sobbing when you felt his fingers playing under your sweatshirt. It was ridiculous how wet you were with so little, but you blamed it on the sex withdrawal that lasted for weeks.

After finishing in the bathroom and realizing that you still have all your underwear wet, you left the room and walked into the hallway to get back to your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt big warm hands, one covering your mouth and the other on your side, forcing you to back away, you felt the heart in a thousand and you tried to free yourself from the grip of the person, until he stuck you against the wall and began to kiss your neck with a certain fury. You gasped and sighed relieved as you recognized your boyfriend’s touch, letting yourself go to his attentions.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

< I need you to be a good girl. > He said with a deep, hoarse voice, giggling in the same tone, already making you feel wet between the legs. You nodded in response, biting your lip and sobbing when you felt his fingers playing under your sweatshirt. It was ridiculous how wet you were with so little, but you blamed the abstinence from sex that lasted for weeks.

Only one of his hands remained to block your arms thanks to the wrists crossed, while his fingers caressed and followed the line that led to the center of your intimacy, making you squeak. You sighed heavily as he began rubbing his middle finger on your core, then descended towards your clitoris and began massaging it, switching with his thumb.

You slammed your head against the wall, biting your lip so hard that you broke it and spilled a trickle of blood that Keigo promptly licked while mumbling. A groan came out of your mouth, making you clench your fists and stick your nails in your palms, leaving small half moons on them. The blond smiled satisfied, pitting his erection against your stomach, making you feel how hard you had made him.

This was one of the things that Keigo loved most, your height so much lower than him, that he could make you feel his erection in that way or stand on top of you just like that, making you feel like a helpless little prey.

Keigo came to you with his fingers as easily as a knife cuts butter after being out of the fridge for hours. You dripped on his fingers and groaned obscenely against his ear, making him pant with pleasure, and then came out of you with a clean scissor kick. You left a small scream of frustration and he walked away from you, just enough to leave a small space for you to shoot but enough to look at you from above with that predatory look in the dim light, almost leaving that amber that he had in his eyes shine. < I want you to spread your legs on the bed right now. > He said in an authoritarian tone, observing how your legs were shaking for the previous stimulation. With a little heaviness you detached yourself from the wall and slowly walked, finding it behind you immediately after.

< Run, little mouse. > He growled against your ear, making you shudder and accelerate the pace, to get to the room < Run, because if I get to the room before you, I will make you scream so much that you will lose your voice. > He said to disappear into the dark.

You were almost tempted to be late and suffer the consequences, but you knew better not to play with fire, especially if the fire in question was a horny winged boy with so many perversions that BDSM could make a book about him. You stopped to think about the decision to be made but then you thought it was better not to disobey and arrive sooner.

Too bad that when you came to the room with your breath, there was your boyfriend on the doorjamb, with an annoyed look that turned to you, always predatory and that made you feel so small and insignificant.

< Too late, mouse. Take off your sweatshirt and get doggy on the bed, now. > his voice thundered in the empty room, making you tremble and nod. You felt like you were in a cage, you knew it wouldn’t go lightly, but maybe… you didn’t mind at all.

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I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Don’t hate me, I have to let you imagine some perverted scenes with your favorite winged hero, I know you can make whole sagas with the mind films you make about him.

Don’t hate me for this choice, I’m sure you’ll like it, the anon asked me for some nsfw and I wrote some of it

- Mel

[devieuls]

You Belong To Me.

Keigo Takami x Fem Reader ¡ smut !

WARNINGS: dirty talk, wet dreams, arrogant Hawks, teasing, oral, BDSM, fingering, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, explicit smut, a little embarrassment / humiliation, succubus Reader and Hawks Dom, games with feathers. A little rude. Explicit content 18+

SYNOPSIS: After a long time where you worked with the n.2 hero, Keigo Takami aka Hawks, you began to feel different feelings than the esteem you always felt for him. You find yourself having erotic dreams every night about the red-winged hero, what he might do to you in bed, the satisfaction you might feel in being dominated by him. You never had the courage to come forward, until one day...

Length: 4k+

NOTE: PLEASE READ: In my mind I had in mind the moans of Hawks made by Yagami Yato, in fact I took the part of Hawks who begs you to play with his wings from one of his videos on Tiktok. I’m obsessed with it, sorry not sorry. So if you want to better imagine the moans, look on tiktok ''Yagami Yato Hawks Wings'' or ''Yagami Yato Hawks nsfw'' you will find the reference of the tone of voice. I also attach the link to one of my favorites, USE HEADPHONES. I’M SERIOUS. DO IT.

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You felt a great embarrassment after waking up in the middle of the night because of one of the many erotic dreams that have plagued you for months now. The red cheeks, the labored breath, the palpations and the familiar feeling between the legs. You hated waking up every night like that, imagining his hands holding firm and open your thighs while working with devotion on your clitoris; his mischievous smile when he looked up to admire your reactions and grimaces; the scarlet feathers gently touching your erogenous points; his dirty chatter as you clung to the ropes that tied you to the bed, panting, in need of something more, but when the time came to overcome the fantastic foreplay, you woke up. <When will it end? I’ve been doing this for months. I can’t stand it anymore. > you whispered between you and yourself, while you grabbed for the umpteenth time the vibrator that helped you get through those blank nights.

The next day you woke up to start the usual day of a Pro Hero, Despite everything, you were in the top 10 to the 3rd place as best pro hero, since pro hero Jeanist had retired temporarily for health problems, right under Hawks. -God, maybe be under him in every sense- you thought when in the distance you saw him.

You approach Hawks after he gives you a wave. <Good morning, little bird. > He says in a deeper and more raucous tone than the usually playful one. You clear your throat to divert any thoughts about his voice.

<Good morning, Hawks. Sore throat today? > he laughed raucously  <Don’t like this tone? >  <I don’t know... it makes me feel weird to feel you like that. > leaned over to approach your ear <Mh? You mean? maybe you could feel me in other ways, baby bird> you blushed quickly lowering your head, and immediately you felt a family warmth because of the involuntary activation of your quirk. <Little bird, you’re on fire> he said, laughing, looking down at you.

<What? Little angel, aren’t you used to naughty jokes? > he concluded by putting a hand under your chin to raise your head, in this way he could look you in the eyes with a serious and emotionless look. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling again that feeling that so afflicts you at night. Unlike your dreams, now the subject of your dreams was in front of you, he looked at you with a serious and curious look. The words died in your throat, as if someone was clutching your neck so you wouldn’t talk. You focused on calming your quirk of fire that could have degenerated, forgetting you had to answer.

< Little angel, all right? You do not know that it is rudeness not to answer a question? > he said with one of the smiles that you had only seen in a dream, which did not help at all to calm the boiling spirits. <Daddy may get angry with you if you are not polite with other Heroes> For a moment you erased from your mind to be a daughter of Endeavor and thought that he was referring to himself. <N-no... I just don’t get these jokes often, especially if they’re colleagues. > You looked away embarrassed, he enjoyed so much to make you embarrassed, that if it was not for the villains who decided to attack a building, he would have gone further, bringing you to the limit of embarrassment imaginable. He broke away from you and you rushed to the indicated place.

When the mission was over, you came home exhausted, carrying a souvenir from the mission, a little scarlet feather, one of Hawks' feathers. He certainly wouldn’t miss it, the birds are constantly losing their feathers, Why should it be different for Keigo?

Too bad for Hawks, his feathers are strictly sensitive, and as much as he could use his mind to recover the feather, he calmed down knowing it in the hands of a hero, especially if she is the daughter of n.1. The quiet thought of y/n changed the second you started fiddling with the soft feather, stroking and passing it over your legs, then your pelvis, chest and neck, causing Hawks to take breaths and tingling in his pants. The smallest feathers are the most sensitive, being those closest to his back and touching the erogenous points at that point.< s-shit y/n what the fuck are you doing > he said to himself as he promptly rushed out of his dwelling, flying as fast as possible to your home. It would have been much faster if he had not received multiple stimuli that only made the situation worse between his legs. When he came to the balcony of your house, he pounded red in his face, waiting for you to appear to retrieve the feather.

You got out of bed, wondering who was knocking at that time of night... at your window for more... Seeing Hawks you closed your nightgown and fixed your hair, you thanked every kind of God for the wonderful choice to hide the feather in your bra just before.

  You opened the balcony door of your room and smiled slightly at the hero <can I help you with anything? > he went into the room, opened his mouth shortly after <Lil Angel, you have something that belongs to me. I think you should return it. > He said with a voice even more different from that of that morning. It was labored, deep and definitely more hoarse. <Something that belongs to you? Hawks, with all due respect, I’m not playing your games at this hour.> He couldn’t possibly be there for a tiny feather, so he didn’t know what he wanted.

Hawks comes dangerously close to you, blocking you against the wall, his gaze had changed just like his voice. <If I wanted to play games, I would certainly have postponed to another day, but you have something that belongs to me. So, little angel, before I completely lose control of myself, give me back my feather. > he said with a tone mixed between the mischievous and the menacing. <T-the feather? why would you want one of your feathers from me?>  <Because I know it’s here, so you have it. I don’t know why you took it or what you did with it, but I want it back now. Angel, you still have time to get out of this. Don’t make me be rude> he said against your ear, causing you chills all over your body, chills that also hit the feather, causing the hero to gasp, and at that moment you realized that the feather was probably connected to the senses of the man.

You managed to get away from him and retrieve the feather from your bra, and then caress it slowly. Hawks blushed more because of the excitement in his body caused by the feather, he was slowly reaching his limit of endurance. <Okay, Angel, you’ve had enough fun. Give it back to me.>  He didn’t even have the mental strength to control the feather and take it again.

< Or what? You’ve had fun these months embarrassing me. Why not return the favor? > you answered by giggling and walking away from him, continuing to fiddle with the feather. <Or what!? My angel, you really don’t want what I could do to you if you keep this up. Don’t do this to me, little angel.> He said approaching you againan and then brushing against your neck with his lips. You winced and instinctively shook your hands, so did the feather, Hawks groaned and bit your neck.

<I warned you. > He said then to make you sit on the desk and crawl between your legs, he blocked your hands over your head with the help of his wings and began to leave wet kisses and bites on your neck, some of which even let out trickles of blood. It was so humiliating to enjoy under that rude look of Hawks, panting for kisses and groaning for his bites, wanting more from him. <You can’t understand how long I’ve been holding back from ending up like this with you, but you, little birdie, just don’t know when to stop and listen to who’s older. So bad for you> the lustful tone gave you new chills on your body. <Now you have to remedy the damage you have caused, my angel. >

He laid his hands on your hips to caress them before squeezing them and moving them forward, colliding your basins. You blushed when you felt his dick pounding against the inner thigh. <H-Hawks... I didn’t want to-> you started to apologize. At that moment you realized that you had crossed the line, but you didn’t know if you wanted to stop or let all those erotic dreams finally come true. <No, angel, don’t you dare say you didn’t want to. I warned you repeatedly and you went on...> he carried a hand on your neck and squeezed it slightly bringing your face close to his, holding the other hand firmly on your side. <You’ve been taunting me for months, staring at me with those angelic eyes as you search for physical contact, doing everything to talk to me with your body. You’ve been so desperate to get my attention that you took one of my feathers and played with it. Naughty girl... Don’t you know that you don’t mess with predators? > He concluded with clenched teeth, then loosen his grip on the neck that had made you wet your panties. 

<You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to...> you answered by biting your lip. <Mh.. That’s the problem. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do it. But Daddy’s little princess was untouchable, you know. Your dad’s such an asshole to take away my well-deserved fun. > he slipped his hand over your breasts and then carried it between your legs to play with your bottoms, he smiled mockingly. <So little to get you wet, angel? > He ran his fingers over your crack and you groaned without restraint, it had been a long time since someone had touched you like that <so sensitive and fragile.> And he laughed at you for the little resistance, but you didn’t care, you wanted it viscerally.

<H-Hawks... please...more> you said sighing heavily, when she began to massage your clitoris, causing a hoarse laugh from him. < Baby bird, I didn’t hear you right> he said, slowing his movements, leaving you maddening. <M-More...> you bit your lip <Mh...I don’t know, you’ve been such a bad girl before, why reward yourself? >

  So arrogantly erotic were his words, at that moment he could ask you to do anything and you would do it without opening your mouth. <Please... more> Your dignity had gone slowly to hell, you just wanted to get more from him.

He smiled. He had always loved to embarrass you, but seeing that veil of humiliation in your exasperated face did nothing but excite him more. He freed your hands from the hold of his wings and lowered himself between your legs. <More, princess? Like this is okay? > he said and then licked your intimacy still covered. You nodded and moaned slightly. <Birdie, I can’t hear you. > he said moving his fingers on your thighs. <Y-Yes, that’s very....very good>  you panted before he ripped your lace panties and started working with his tongue on your clitoris. Kissing, licking and sucking at different speeds. You slammed your head against the wall and began to moan, taking your breath away multiple times, until you put your hand to your mouth to listen to the cries of pleasure.

 <Don’t. Don’t deprive me of that well-deserved melody. > he said stopping to look at your hand on the mouth, he wanted to hear how well it made you feel. You moved your hand and bit your lip when it started up faster, adding his fingers from time to time. Your body trembled and had spasms caused by pleasure, the erotic dream that so recurred now was real. He kept coming up with a loud orgasm, liberating and deep, almost visceral, drinking your juices until the last sip.

He stood up and grabbed you by the neck and approached you to him. <Tell me who you belong to, angel> he said sensually while he kissed you and bit your jaw. <T-to you...I-I belong only t-to you> he smiled maliciously and began a kiss full of lust and desire.

He put his hands on your shirt and opened it wide enough to tear off some of the most stubborn buttons. You held your hands in his hair and then around his neck, pushing yourself forward so you could get off the desk and move the man’s body. You took off his jacket and then detached yourself from him and knelt in front of the zip of his pants, lowering it and dropping his pants. He looked at you from above with lustful honey eyes, slightly red on his face because of the hard work done on your intimacy, a divine image from which you were blessed at that moment. You lowered his boxers and found his length before your eyes. The red and pulsating tip, while the vein on the shaft became more and more evident.

You started licking the tip gently as you wrapped your hands around his penis, massaging it and starting to do up and down. His hoarse moans filled the hormone-saturated room. He took you by the hair and gently pushed the pelvis against your mouth, emitting increasingly raucous groans. <Mhh...you keep this... fuck! you’re s-so good, little angel. > you kept going faster and faster, just wanting his pleasure, so much so that you got deeper throats. Warm tears ran down your cheeks as you enjoyed the sweet taste of his pre-cum. Hawks moaned more and more raucously, sometimes depriving himself of breathing because of the pleasure that intensified on the lower abdomen. To reach orgasm he stopped you at the last deep throat, coming straight into your mouth, making you swallow his sperm. He came out of your mouth and dropped a few drops of sperm on your lips that you promptly licked.

<So good, my little angel. > He said to get you up and take you to bed, licking the bitter tears that you had fallen just before because of the deep throats.

He stretched out and took off the shirt that was still on him. You saw his sculpted body and bite your lip. <Even better than my dreams> you whispered unintentionally. He laughed and watched you stretch out on your body. <Of your dreams? My angel, if you had these desires for a long time you just had to tell me. I would have made you cum so many times. > He said with yet another tone of sensual voice <I want to know every little detail about your erotic fantasies... But now, my little angel, my goal is to punish you for what you’ve done.> He smiled. This bastard had managed to get you wet again just by talking. 

He reached out on the sheet and tore three strips, two more robust and one thinner.

<What are you going to do? > he laughed raucously and looked at you. <Little angel, we just started to play> he said kissing your thigh, then moving on to the inner thigh <All these hot stuff are mine, exclusively mine...> he said leaving other bites and hickeys.

<And I have every right to have what belongs to me>  You blushed and choked a groan because of the bites and hickeys. Keigo had chosen the perfect Hero name, because like the hawks, he did not miss the prey and is one of the greatest predators I have ever known.

He walked away from you only to be able to blindfold you and then tie you to the headboard; you tightened your thighs, feeling that feeling of excitement again.

 Keigo took a candle on your nightstand and lit it thanks to the warmth of your quirk. He started pouring hot wax on your stomach, causing a moan, then he started playing, kissing, biting, pulling and licking your breasts. <Shit. Hawks I b-beg you. > He smiled and approached your lips, biting them too. <Tell me what you want, angel. > The last bit of pride you had left begged you not to ask him to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Inside you would have wanted to turn the tide, keep him tied up and then leave without satisfying him, just to make him angry and make you break, bend even more to his will. It was ridiculous to think that you wanted control just to get fucked harder, if that wasn’t the masochism, nothing else was.

Hawks continued with the hot wax on all your erogenous points: the neck, the nipples already overstimulated by his mouth, your private parts, your hips and stomach, making you get wetter and wetter. The heat alternated with the cold hands of the man, who promptly went to touch the points to make you shiver and enjoy.

He began to graze his dick to your intimacy, making you feel like a shock from overstimulation. <If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t satisfy you, little bird> he said quietly, putting his hand on the pointer, gently stroking it. He had held back too much after what you had done to him with the feather, but you were still his angel and he wanted you to enjoy despite his rudimentary nature. <Shit! Hawks, I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. I beg you... fuck me. > He smiled at seeing you so submissive, but it was not enough, he wanted to see you broken for him, until you lost the last shred of pride and dignity that you had flaunted from an early age. <Again. Repeat it again to convince me. More servile, little angel> he said, taking off only the blindfold from her eyes that was to make you concentrate on the points touched by the wax. You looked away from him and clenched your teeth <I beg you, Hawks. Let me orgasm by fucking. > he bit his lip and put his hand on the headboard, looking down at you with eyes full of lust and pleasure.

< Say it again, calling me "daddy", little angel > he said in an amused tone, he was beginning to love the degrade you. But seeing you so submissive made him so hard that it would be worth it later. < Fuck, Hawks! Are you fucking serious? I’m begging you to fuck me as if I were a fucking whore!> You answered with an acid tone, getting a spanking on your ass. <The words, my angel. I told you what to do, but if you don’t want to... I guess it would be interesting to use sex toys all night to never cum. I’m very good with torture, little bird.> You winced at the spanking and bit your lip. The idea was tempting but you could finally feel inside his penis, which would have made you come soon after. <Please, daddy, fuck me like it’s the last thing you can do. Please, I beg you, let me cum, I’ll be good >

Hawks smiled and slowly entered you, making your back arch because of the width of his penis. <Shit! It's s-so fucking good> You said you were biting your lip, and then you yelled when it totally came in. <Naughty angel, I told you to watch your words, didn’t I? > he smiled mischievously and then put his hand around your neck and began to squeeze and push quickly into you. You didn’t know whether to feel pain or extreme pleasure, so much to turn your eyes back and groan throaty, you felt you could touch the sky with one hand but at the same time you felt the infernal heat caused by Hawks' cock.

His cock was beating so hard inside you that you already felt close to the umpteenth orgasm. You began to scratch the palms of your hands still tied, while your moans were suffocated by the grip on the neck of the blond’s hand. <More... I-I beg you, Daddy. >

Keigo smiled and began to move more slowly to see you excruciating and pleading, then pushing hard and fast until you both reach orgasm at the same time. <you’re bloody gorgeous, little angel. > he said untiing your wrists, stroking the remaining red marks and leaving some kisses on them. He sat on the bed and put you on top of him.

He wrapped his arms around your body and sunk his face on your neck; while you put your hands in his hair, caressing them gently, and then caressing his neck and descending on his back, where you were curious to touch his wings, no one had ever done it, and you were wondering why. You began to caress them with extreme delicacy and you felt the chills on his back. <Are you really so sensitive here? > you asked curious. <A lot, especially if they are those closest to the back, they make me particularly excited, little angel, a bit like you do it> he said with a grin, in response you began to slowly touch the smallest feathers, making him leave small moans. <Okay, that’s enough, princess. If you still want to walk, that’s enough.> <Maybe I don’t want to walk anymore> answered in tone, making him grin <Little angel, since you are so bold, do you want to try to stay on top? > <With great pleasure. >

You concluded and then began to caress the wings, making him raise again. <Look who woke up here> you giggled. You sat on top of his member and started moving slowly. <Angel, can you hold out another round? > mockingly asked, while he was leaning his hands behind him, to support himself and enjoy the scene of you mounting him.

You kept moving and bouncing around on his cock while massaging his wings, enjoying of his most raucous and eager moans that encouraged you to move faster when he asks you, making him go into ecstasy <Fuck, angel, you are s-so perfect for me. > He said to then cling to your hips and help you with the movements, leaving you more time to play with his wings, making him clearly more sensitive. <O-Oh shit! Go on, please. Keep playing with my f*cking bird wings! Play with my fucking wings, angel. > he said in lust, moving against you and going deeper. <K-Keigo, continue there... f-fuck! >. You started scratching his back as his feathers began to sensually tickle different points of your body, sending you into ecstasy too.

  After a while  you reach the umpteenth orgasm together and lie down exhausted, labored and red in your face.

Hawks did not give up in leaving you, continuing to stimulate your clitoris with feathers. <I like how it sounds my name said by you, how about you scream it and make it heard throughout the building> He smiled maliciously continuing to stimulate your core with feathers, until you come for the last time shouting his name. <Good little angel. > he concluded, making you lie on his chest.

<Now, Angel, tell me about those dreams about me. I’m curious how many times you woke up wet and then came to work with innocent, angelic eyes. > he mocked, making you hide the red face on his chest <K-Keigo! Enough! I won’t tell you anything. > You answered embarrassed, causing her to laugh. <You’re so pretty that I’ll accept silence. But just for now, you’ll tell me next time. > <N-Next time? > you asked not understanding. <Little angel, did you really think this would be the first and last time? Oh no. You belong to me and I’m going to fulfill all our erotic dreams. > he answered slowly and sensually, biting his lip.

He began to caress your hair and your back, as if he were touching something priceless, which was funny because just before he treated you as if you were a slut: tying you up, shoving you, blindfolding you, dropping the wax on your body, Choking and slamming on your desk and then on your bed. You liked this duality, it was exciting how he treated you first as a princess and then as a horny whore.

  <I’m going to take a shower, otherwise the wax will be more difficult to take off tomorrow> You said to him and then from the bed, covering you with what remained of one of the two sheets. <I’m coming with you> he said with nonchalance. <Keigo... if you come too, surely we won’t just wash.> he smiled hugging you from behind. < Mh.. and even if it were? I don’t see the problem, angel. I will take care of you again >

He took you from your hips, turning to him and holding you. Then he took you to the bathroom and as soon as you got into the shower he started kissing your neck, opening the hot water on you.

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I’ll let you imagine what happens next. You wash up... but after a long, loooooooong, long time.

Have mercy on my English, it’s not my native language. I hope you enjoyed this smut. Feel free to make requests or correct my English, I would be very happy. See you next time!

-Mel

[devieuls]

Body on me...

Keigo Takami x Fem Reader ¡ smut !

Warnings: dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, read teasing, oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, rude smut, Hawks dom, Stripper au! swearing, reader not totally submissive, games of understanding and flirting.

Synopsis: You are a stripper at a renowned night club in Tokyo. One evening you meet a mysterious boy with red wings and a safe attitude, which catches your attention right away. You approach him to make him your new toy, not knowing you would be his.

Length: 7k+

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As a stripper you met many clients in your line of work,  you were used to lustful looks, hands trying to touch you in intimate spots and dirty words. Whether your clientele was young or older didn’t matter, you had to offer what they paid you for. Very few times have you gotten to the point of sleeping with someone, especially because you were disgusted by most of the customers who asked you something more... intimate, the lucky few you fucked them either out of desire or for big memorable figures.

Even if they did not say it openly, the most frequent customers were just the so called "Hero", who came to places like that to find rest and pleasure. Often they were students or real professionals, but never high-ranking.

No, they would never risk a bad reputation for a few hours of public recreation. Hiding in their fancy houses, washing their dirty laundry, bastards.

You didn’t hate their work, for God’s sake, they saved a lot more lives than cops or anyone else, but it was all about reputation. What Pro Hero would be taken seriously if he went to whores? For the society you were this, whores who earned money by sucking cocks or giving ass, even if you danced around a pole or indulged in some private dance.

Your shift had started. You worked in one of the most renowned night clubs in Tokyo and you were grateful for that, the money you earned in one night was enough to pay part of your rent in a modest apartment in the city center.

The smell of perfumes mixed invaded your nostrils, while the air weighed down between hairspray and grains of powder; girls who talked and wore dresses to dance on the pole or to serve the various tables in the privé, all extremely attractive that accentuated their beauty through personalized makeup. They laughed and joked with each other while you made your entrance to prepare with them, you were not antisocial but you often preferred not to sneak into their open conversations and focus on looking as attractive as them.

In silence you began to dress, wearing a one-shoulder mesh top, with a covering piece under the breast and a chain as a shoulder strap to hold the opposite side of the sleeve; the piece was usually a normal slip that recalled the Chanel pattern used throughout the garment, with the addition of a chain that started from one hip and ended in the other; all in a strict silver and vermilion red.

You opted for a sober and simple make-up, both for lack of desire and time. A black eyeliner and rod of the same color of the dress, fake eyelashes, some silver glitter scattered around the face and a red lipstick. You loved the way that color was shining on you, making you more attractive under the club lights, you could say it was your color, it belonged to you. A spray of perfume and straighten your hair with your fingers before you get up to leave the dressing room.

Once in the room flashing blinding lights, loud music, men whistling and some girls before your turn dancing.

Just another working night, you kept telling yourself as you walked on stage that it was left alone by your co-workers.

Strange eyes stared at you, eating your body practically undressed, while dirty and sinful thoughts reached their perverted minds.

Your hips swayed to the rhythm of the music as your hands danced along your body, sensually touching yourself to get to the pole placed in the center of the stage, teasing the crowd with a mischievous smile on your face.

It was hard to think that you were unsure of the way you appeared or danced, but your fascination lay with that character you created to work. You weren’t y/n on those sinful nights, you were Desiree, the sexy foreign pole dancer, and the customers loved you.

Your eyes moved along the crowd, sending mischievous looks and amused those pigs who would so touch you, while your hand grabs the pole walking around it until you found the right rhythm. You hooked your left leg to the pole you turned while dancing the song, both legs on the pole and your back arched so you could turn comfortably, shivering at the cold metal colliding with the heat of your skin. Your every move was sensual but elegantly graceful, something that made people whistle at you and applaud you, shouting your name and throwing money on stage.

You could feel a doll under those lustful looks, an object that performed for the pleasure of others, as if you were a tame pet, you hated that feeling that brought you work. You didn’t complain, but it was all paid off with the exorbitant salary. You breathed deeply as your body twisted and twisted around the pole, driving away any negative thoughts to keep your mask of a confident and powerful woman.

Your gaze was captured by majestic scarlet wings curled against the back of a man who had just entered. You followed the man curiously, you did not know him, he was certainly new. You would have remembered such beautiful and impressive wings.

You let yourself be distracted by that seeming angel fallen on the ground, and then look away, starting to perform again in front of those drooling pigs who tried to touch you reaching out to the stage, hoping to capture your attention.

Your hips swayed gently against the now lukewarm iron, letting your arms and legs wrap around to show erotic and themed figures with the song to the audience.

When your gaze returned to where you left the mysterious boy, he was gone, making you sigh with sorrow. Regret that disappeared when you felt a lascivious look burn on your skin, coming from the stage reserved for celebrities. Murky golden eyes outlined your figure, slowly descending from the pole.

God, that man was hot as hell. Hair like golden threads, slightly disordered but apparently soft; eyes amber and predatory; a hand slightly covered the lips, leaving only a few neat locks of beard; the fingers tapered and terribly attractive, slightly covered by black gloves cut to leave the fingers uncovered; an tight black tank top that let glimpse his sculpted body and a jacket of the same color as his wonderful wings, with sleeves curled on the biceps and a black and red visor the size of a pair of glasses. Only later did you notice that he was smoking, releasing smoke into the air as he hatched his beautiful and inviting lips.

You found him terribly attractive, you pointed him, he would have been yours that night. You wouldn’t have left that juicy morsel to anyone else, on the other hand, he was aiming for you at that moment. Why not play with it?

You slipped off the pole and crawled towards him like a panther that found its delicious prey. The men kept whistling and yelling crap at you as you sat on the edge of the stage, looking into the pretty blond’s eyes.

You totally stepped off the stage and sat on his lap, making him sneer maliciously as he pulled yet another shot from his cigarette.

< Can I? > You asked softly  pointing with your eyes at the object between his fingers, while you leaned your hands one on his shoulder and the other on his chest. He turned his cigarette and leaned it on your lips, giving you a shot. It tasted different from the other cigarettes you were used to, there was its taste on it and it was so fucking good. Release the smoke before approaching his ear.

< What’s your name, honey? > you asked in a low tone, slightly popping your tongue at the end.

< Mh, maybe you’d better tell me yours first, lil angel. > he said to your ear, in a deep and appetizing tone.

Growl when his hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

< What do you want to call me? I’ll be all you want tonight >  Your voice was tempting, you were enjoying the little game.

< Only your name, babybird > answered and then smelled your neck, intoxicating with your sweet perfume. His beard made you shudder and a jolt ran through your bear’s spine. . < Desiree > His gaze was amused as he took you from your jaw and squeezed it slightly, then approached his face.

< Babydoll, your real name. > He growled against your lips, making himself even more attractive to your eyes. You were mesmerized by his predatory gaze, making you feel like such a helpless prey.

< What do you need my name for? Will you arrest me for sitting on you? Birdie > you giggled on his face. He smiled at your temper, so far no one had ever responded to him, he liked you. he was playing for you.

< Birdie? Are we that close yet, Kid? > His thumb gently stroked your cheek and slightly bit his lower lip, looking down to look at your body perched on him. < Since we are already intimate. You can tell me your name> concluded, bringing the look on your eyes.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, you took his cigarette and with one last shot you finished it, putting it out on the ashtray on the table nearby. < Why don’t you find out, sweetie? > you poked him, releasing smoke on his pretty face. He approached your lips, thinking you wanted this, but to his surprise you rose from his legs as you stroked his chest, then went back on stage and collected your money, leaving a few winks and a few hands that put big tips inside your panties. Too easy to get him all at once, the game was his but the players were two.

You glanced at the man and walked to the dressing room to leave the money in your bag. He looked at you charmed, you were fucking sexy. Such a clever temptress.

Too bad the game he started didn’t want to end, if you had his best interest before, you now had all his attention. Which led to him asking the club manager if he could have you in private, giving you your stripper name.

Keigo was a hero, one of the important ones, in third place immediately after All might and Endeavor, so when he made such a banal request to your manager, he could only accept. He knew of his social status and all his riches, like a prince, so he took the leap and gave him the most expensive and comfortable Privé of the whole building.

Your manager rushed to find you and when he found you he took your hands excited. Even though he was a well-established adult and apparently shady, he had nice, friendly behavior with his employees. He warned you that you had an important client to satisfy, putting in your hands the key card of the privé on the 5th floor.

You smiled, holding the key in your hands. < We have a high player here. Even the most luxurious room... Blondie doesn’t mind at all. > You giggled and thanked the boy in front of you, dismissing him.

You fixed your hair, gave it a little volume, and then wiped your skin with some wet wipes. You had showered before you came in, but you hated the thought of those dirty hands on your skin, you still had to show up immaculate to your new toy. You sprayed your perfume on your skin again and checked your makeup, you were perfect.

You headed for the elevator and used the key card to get to the fifth floor. That floor was an expensive penthouse, which was only rented for the night, not by the hour like other privés. Few could afford to use it, so 70% had never even seen that plan, as if it were something legendary.

When the elevator opened, warm and soft hands took you from your hips, slamming you against the wall and sniffing your neck. All you could see were wings quivering when the man inhaled your perfume.

< I was wondering how long it would take you, yn...> Chills. He knew your name, your asshole manager must have said everything. Bastard.

< I see you went to great lengths to know my name, Birdie. > He laughed and dragged a hand along your body, until he wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped to feel his grip and you bit your lip.

< Mh... I had to spend my time in something > he made the grip rise up to under the jaw and his thumb now pressed on your lower lip, while his lascivious look peered at you. < You shouldn’t have made me wait so long, babybird. > His voice was hoarse and low, which made your legs slightly tightened.

< Will you ever forgive me? >  you asked ironically, teasing him, you were playing with him and you liked what you two were doing.

He laughed and caressed your lip, pressing it slightly as he approached you. He winced when he was so close to you that he could smell his breath like whiskey and tobacco. You licked his finger and swallowed a small part of his skin, looking him in the eye. < You have to make it up to me, Kid. > he said to pull away from you, backing up until he sat comfortably on the couch, drinking the whiskey he had definitely left on the small table when he heard the elevator.

The absence of his touch made you feel so empty and cold. His warm hands had burned your skin to the point of needing to have them back.

He didn’t look at you, and you clinked your heels on the luxurious parquet to get to him. A hand stood on his shoulder, and then you sat down again on his legs, sinking your face on his neck. You wouldn’t have prayed like a fucking slut for his forgiveness, you weren’t like that, you liked to play on sensitive points to get what you wanted.

You began to leave sweet wet kisses on his neck, while in parallel your hand stroked his neck and occasionally ended up between some strands of his golden hair. He mumbled by letting you do it, while sipping his drink, he was enjoying it, you could tell by his junk pressing against your intimacy. It would have been wrong to think of provoking that effect together, because you were already so wet after tasting a little of her skin and for a grip on the neck against the wall.

< Are you forgiving me, Mr. don’t know your name yet? > you asked when his hand surrounded your waist, pushing you against his chest, feeling his hardness and his marble abs. < Call me Keigo, and no, you are not forgiven, babybird. > he said in a low voice.

He passed the frosty glass down your back, making you arch more towards him and by now crushing your breasts on his chest, your free hand clung to his shoulder and groaning on his neck. He frowned and snapped his tongue.

< Baby, you clinging to me already? > He teased you. You giggled against his neck and bit him slightly, squeezing the grip on his shoulder

< Pretty bird, are you really telling me that by having your dick hard against my pussy for some wet kiss? > Retorted, while the hand that was on his neck had now slipped down to touch lightly his hard dick.

His warm, heavy breath slammed into your neck, making you shudder.

< So cheeky... > He took a break and then laid the ice glass on your back, making you wince. < ... I love it. > he continued, basking in your chills against him. < I like girls with a strong character... It becomes more satisfying to break them for me. > he said licking your neck with a cheeky smile. < I’ll make you pray for me, Babybird. > His firm, firm, and so fucking sensual voice will make you pant on his ear.

< Then try... if you can > you challenged him.

God, there was nothing funnier for Keigo than a challenge, especially if he knew he had the win. You were already melting on him, so close to breaking.

At least he thought so.

You continued with wet kisses on neck, climbing up his jaw, with the only difference now that Keigo had your wrists locked behind your back, limiting your movements a lot. Taking away the opportunity to touch it to give it pleasure and soften it.

His free hand took your face and grinned at seeing you red and with a little drool that fell from your lips, creating a small thread with his neck. He drew you closer to his lips and did not hesitate for a second to stick his tongue in your mouth, immediately starting a wet and needy kiss.

Your pussy was pounding more and more because of his hand clasped around your wrists and your face stuck against his lips by his other hand.

He laughed at you by biting your lip, making you wince and creating a certain pleasure that sent even more blood into your ever-pounding pussy. You rub it against his red pants, looking for a friction that gives you pleasure and relief, lightly slamming your hips against his.

You could feel his hardness beating against your dripping pussy and already red from need, you rode his pelvis as if you were fucking him or doing a private ballet for his joy. It made him more and more eager to fuck you to death in the next room.

He left the grip on your face, to tap on the rubber band of your briefs, as if to ask permission to enter. You growl between his lips, by bringing the hips closer to his fingers to give him consent, he entered softly, immediately sought the entrance to your pussy, finding it already wet.

He drew you closer to him, locking your hips creating a friction between you two. He massaged your already swollen clitoris for attention, giggling in the kiss as you groaned vulgarly for his slightly callous touch. You pushed your intimacy against his fingers, looking for more than a few touches almost grazed.

He peeled from your now swollen and reddish lips, having smeared your expensive lipstick. You looked at him pleading, hoping it would be enough to bring his fingers back to your needy core.

< I won’t touch you like this again until you beg. > he said labored because of the almost suffocating kiss you gave.

Your gaze softened more, you wouldn’t have begged him to touch you, but maybe with sweet eyes and some words he would give in and fuck you as you deserved.

< You’ll be begging me to be touched. > Your confident tone disappeared when Keigo totally took his fingers off your pussy and licked your humors in front of your eyes.

He looked down at you from that look mixed between need and sweetness, finding you adorable. < Know your place, brat. If I wanted to, I could fuck any of your co-workers. You’re hot as fuck, but nothing I can’t replace >  said freezing with his eyes. His tone was colder, not as playful as before. A coldness that made you beat harder for him.

He made you lie on the leather sofa under you, standing on top of you and ending up putting your mouth on your ear. < You don’t know how much I can resist. But you? already have such a wet and hot pussy. mhh so exasperated by my touch. > growled against your ear.

He wasn’t touching you, he was just brushing your ear to talk to you dirty, but you were feeling more and more in need of a few touches, a rub, even accidental. You needed his touch. < C'mon, babybird. I know you want it too > he said sniffing at your hairline, laughing loudly when you panted. < Ask me... > he stroked your neck with his knuckles. < ... Beg me... > he continued blowing warm air against your ear. You could resist, you had to resist. You. Don’t. Beg

< And I’m gonna make you cum so fucking much, you’re just gonna want to get fucked by me. Until you can’t remember who you are, where you are, and why you’re jumping on my dick. > His voice was persuasive, sweet, calm and low. You couldn’t talk, you were concentrating on not giving in. You had dignity, and that was worth more than a creampie from a sexy blond with scarlet wings.

A red feather landed on your face, abnormally descending further and further down your body, gently touching your sensitive skin, and then resting between your legs, moving slightly on your inner thigh. < K-Keigo, you’re t-touching me! > exclaimed, he was playing dirty and he knew it. < I’m not doing anything, babybird. If you so desperately want my touch, ask me. >  replied grinning. The feather continued to rise and fall, occasionally hitting your covered core.

< Fine! Can you t-touch me there...? > you asked nicely, hoping to find her tapered fingers again inside you. He laughed and passed a finger on your now wet briefs < Where? here? > he asked, teasing you, slightly poking inside, making you arch your back and sigh heavily. < Y-yes...> .

Your face was already red from the embarrassment, it had already been hard to ask a complete stranger to touch them, let alone feel him playing with your needs. You were used to playing with your clients, but next thing you know, they were already fucking you on your private bed. With Keigo no, he had that way of disparaging, he wanted to be begged to give what he had, as if you were a child who asks for candy to her mother, begging her to buy them.

Only unlike a mother, Keigo enjoyed the sexual suffering of his victim. How a predator watched his prey plead and destroy itself for him. It made him feel so good.

< Then beg me, angel. I would make your wet pussy feel so fucking good. > sighed in ecstasy, brushing his beard against you < Do it and I will end your sweet suffering. > Finally he saw it, your look slowly broke and made him so excited. If you had broken for him, he would have made you enjoy yourself like never before, it was his skill.

Swallowing while you were breathing heavily, you tried to reach out to touch your covered pussy, but Keigo was about to block your hand to the side of your head. < My game, my rules. Don’t cheat, baby >

You didn’t know whether to get excited about him talking dirty and growl at you or hate him for torturing you for something you deserved. You fucking deserved those hands on you.

You gave in. You couldn’t stand the urge, his words, the warm breath against your neck, his absent hands, his feather between your legs. Fuck your dignity, you needed it.

< Say it, babybird. > said on your jaw, smelling your fragrant skin.

< I need you back, please... > You said it with tight teeth, looking at him with hostility, you hated to beg, but he seemed so amused.

You drew his attention, making him move on you, standing on your person. The semi open wings, so impressive and powerful; his crumpled jacket and the tank top slightly curled upwards, leaving uncovered a bit of white skin.

< Say it again. > His eyes are darkening, a languid and lustful look at you from above, satisfied to see the first crack that would break you to his will

< Please, Keigo, i need ya. > You spit sour on his face. Looking away from him, feeling damn stupid to be begging for a touch.

< Hell, you’re so damn sexy when you beg, babybird > said biting his lip.

He opened your legs with a snap and ripped off your panties, leaving your wet pussy in front of him. You winced for his unexpected gesture, biting your lip hard as he slowly entered you with two fingers. Your free hand threw itself against the skin of the sofa, scratching it as his fingers started pumping in and out of you.

Your back arched, groaning shamefully for two fingers that were fucking you so well, your eyes closed and your nails stuck in the precious fabric of the sofa, held your breath sometimes, hoping to relieve some tension but failing miserably. Fuck, your pleas had been spent so well, with two fingers you already felt a horny bitch.

Keigo smiled maliciously, found you ridiculously erotic. His gaze was full of lust as he saw you writhing under him. < See? Your fucking wet pussy is so grateful for that > he said by leaving the grip on your wrist locked and lowering between your legs.

The speed of his fingers was always the same, force accelerating slightly from time to time, but it felt so good. A sharp groan came out of your lips when he blew on your swollen and red clitoris, offended by the little attention given to him. A feather of his landed on that spot, beginning to vibrate quickly over it, moving up and down to give you more pleasure. Your legs tried to close for too much pleasure, but they were stopped by Keigo’s arms pushing your thighs out, growling against your sore pussy < Keep your fucking legs open for me. >

Dirty sounds came out of your lips, groans and pants shameless that begged Keigo to give you more. You reached out to pull a few strands of his golden hair, letting him know that you wanted his mouth there to ease the pain. You pictured morbidly what her lips would be like as he ate your pussy, his amused look and the teasing that would follow.

< Don’t be a brat, little bird. Be patient mh? > he said to make the feather and his fingers move faster and faster, adding a third finger inside your chewy and dripping pussy.

You were drooling with pleasure, whispering his name and cursing aloud, you felt so close to cum. < You’re close, aren’t you? You’re about to cum like a dirty slut > laughed at seeing you already so exhausted for so little.

When he didn’t get an answer from you, he slapped your pussy, making you squeak with pleasure and shock.

< I ask you something, you have to answer me. You don’t want to upset me, do ya, birdie ? > asked growling, then biting your inner thigh.

Oh fuck! I don’t. Please, s-shut the fuck up and let m-me cum > you stutter while your eyes fell backwards, ready to welcome your orgasm. The nails that ruined the precious leather of the sofa, your moans getting stronger and stronger, your legs trembling and the pussy getting more and more throbbing made Keigo realize that it was almost gone.

You cum on his fingers, screaming his name like a virgin during her first time. This orgasm was so liberating, the best you had ever had, this only with the blessed fingers of a stranger.

The blond didn’t give you time to recover from the orgasm that was already between your legs. He sucked your clit voraciously, pulling it when he could and licking it greedily. It was bloody rude against your already sensitive sex, which sent chills and pleasure to your whole body. His fingers sank on your thighs, holding you steady under him. while he fed on your beautiful newly creamed pussy.  His tongue moved to lick your already dirty folds of cum, delighting in that bitter sweet taste, opening your slit with two fingers, to give it a more comfortable access to you.

He looked like a starving man who after six years found himself a banquet just for him. Licking and sucking your pussy like never before, it was so fucking rewarding.

Your hand ended up in his hair, shaking them weakly and pulling them at each stroke of the tongue in a delicate spot. You cursed as you tried to close your legs for too much pleasure and Keigo was digging his fingers deeper and deeper into your thighs, making you feel a painful pleasure.

< Fuck... it f-feels so good... like in heaven > meowing between a moan and another.

Because of Keigo’s rudeness, you cum again, this time in his mouth. Keigo sucked your cum, causing you pleasure spasms and a new strong orgasm. All that attention made you want to get fucked by him more. He seemed like the god of sex after all those moves made on you, definitely the best cunnilingus of your life.

Keigo broke away from you, licking his lip and wiping his chin that was still wet from your hormons.

< A taste so good for a brat like you > He said to then sit and carry you on his legs, he approached you and bit your jaw slightly.

< Babydoll, I want my own private dance now. > he said against your neck, growling again. Fuck, you were already drunk with that blond.

< And I want you naked underneath me, take off your clothes, pretty bird. > you said taking his face in your hands and then kissing his neck and jaw.

< You must do it, birdie > he said grumbling because of your attentions about him.

You smiled at his beard and pulled yourself away from him, getting up, despite his firm grip. < I gotta turn on the music, pretty bird. > He rolled his eyes and sent one of his feathers to turn on the preset erotic music in the attic. You remained open when the feather returned to its wing after turning on the music, but you did not give it too much weight not to spoil the moment.

In the center of the living room there was a pole for pole dancing, placed there for any performances of the girls for elite customers. You were a little embarrassed to perform with the bottom of yout body naked, after all, you were used to being naked, especially if you did a job like that. What made you slightly embarrassed was the ravenous look on your body from the guy who just before gave you two consecutive orgasms. Who were you to say no? Your body stopped being yours the minute he touched you the first time, passed you the cigarette for a hit.

Your body moved sinuously around the pole, not taking your eyes off the man sitting in front of you. Your soft hips moved slowly around the metal pole, letting your hands slide along it. You felt slightly nervous, for the first time you did not see yourself as an object, a piece of meat at the mercy of those who can pay, you felt really beautiful and sensual. The man’s gaze was ravenous but adoring, he loved how your body moved so gracefully, excitedly within. After a while you returned with your feet on the ground and you walked towards him, decided, with feline and provocative step, bearing that was brought back in your eyes.

Once before him you passed a finger along his definite and sharp jaw, walking to the opposite side of his body.

He followed you with his eyes, enchanted by your strong femininity, and then found yourself on him, whispering a < You can’t touch till the end, pretty bird. > He smiled at this request and consented, leaving you in control while he let himself go on the couch. On the other hand he had asked, this was YOUR game, you were in charge and he respected that.

Your hands followed his shoulders, slowly taking off his clothes, starting from the jacket, where you had his help, because of the wings you didn't touch by pure chance. Your hips moved sensually on his lap as your hands touched his sculpted torso with desire, you quivered at the contact of his muscles and he was obviously happy, you slips the tank top easily because this left the back totally naked and therefore there were no wings stuck in the fabric.

You approached his neck, gently licking him up, to get to his ear, where you blew warmly, causing small shakes on his back and whimpering of appreciation.

You frowned a finger inside his pants and pulled him slightly towards you, making him sink under you a little. Unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, leaving his tight erection in the black boxers he was wearing, it was already inviting to see him trapped there, you dared not imagine what it would have been like to give him pleasure playing with your mouth or with your wet pussy.

You pressed your naked intimacy against his still blanket, rubbing yourself on it, groaning slightly for the pleasant feeling. His pre-cum moistened your pussy even more and your body was waving back and forth over him, carrying your hands in your hair, moving you sensually.

Keigo was torturing himself to restrain himself, seeing you so beautiful and free above him did nothing but send to his head dirty and lustful images of all the ways in which he could prey on you.  < Your cock so hard for me? what a blessing, pretty bird > mumbles to poke it. His face was red with excitement and the wings tingled with pleasure, trembling slightly. So sexy, you thought.

You reached a hand on his back and touched curiously his feathers, touching  lightly and caressing them, marveling at their softness to the touch, coming then stopped by the firm grip of Keigo, who took your hand off his wing.

< Baby bird, I’m all yours, you can touch anywhere but not my wings. > growled at you, then continue on your ear < Touch my wings again and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk anymore, I won’t control myself. >

You wish you were afraid of that threat. You would have so much, but you wanted to be fucked to death by him. No longer walk for his hard being, take every inch of your body, mark it as his own. Were you drunk with him? Fuck, yeah.

You would have called yourself stupid later, but you stretched your free hand towards his other wing, massaging the hard shaft and descending towards the smaller feathers that came out of his back. You were already obsessed with it, finding that wonderful place where such dominant and imposing wings were born.

< Then show me what you’re made of > you said in response to his threat.

Keigo gasped and squeezed your hips, electric discharges that were born where you touched them rushing to his penis, pumping blood and concentrating it in that place. He already felt so tight in those boxers, but after your hand movements, he couldn’t see. The libido completely kidnapped him, sending him into ecstasy. He had your legs fastened to his waist as he got up from the couch and slammed you against the large windows of the apartment, pushing his erection into your still-wet crack.

You pulled down his boxers with your toes, panting as Keigo sank his canines into your neck, leaving various harsh bites and hickeys as he beaked at your moaning and wheezing. He put two fingers in his mouth, detaching for a moment from you, and then inserting them into your pussy, finding it already ready to be filled.

It entered you, rough, without leaving you time to adapt to it, leaving you breathless from the start. You knew he wouldn’t control himself, but you didn’t expect it that way from the beginning. You clung to his back, scratching his white skin, while he followed the rhythm of the music to push himself inside you, at least that was your impression.

He took off your top impatiently, releasing your breasts to play with, teasing them with his tongue and fingers. He enjoyed sucking, pulling and licking your hard nipples, making you scream with pleasure when he carried one of his feathers over your clitoris, to give him the right attention.

You felt so good under all that rough attention. The way he slammed his hips against you, his mouth focused on eating you and marking your breasts with bites and hickeys, his feather massaging your clit like a vibrator, as his hands sank into your trembling flesh made you feel like a sex slave, desiring more and more.

The blond kept pushing deeper and deeper, as your body opened to welcome him inside, enjoying every single second, by sinking your nails into his back or fingers into his hair.

Keigo moved out of the window and into the kitchen corner of the apartment, pulled you down from him and bent you over the icy marble, making you open your legs for a more comfortable entrance, coming back into you immediately after, taking the hard pushes against your G-spot.

Arch your back both for pleasure and because of Hawks' hold in your hair, pull them back.

The other hand crashed into your buttock, leaving you the print of his hand, and then squeezing the spot just hit. You wince leaving a loud groan, drooling over what you were receiving.

< I told you not to be a brat, but you wanted me like this, didn’t you? > took a break to retrieve the packet of cigarettes placed nearby, taking one to the mouth, continuing to move the hips against you

< I wanted to be nice to you, but fuck, baby, you don’t listen, birdie > he said to light the cigarette and throw a shot, continuing to fuck you so well.

The umpteenth slap on the buttock was about to arrive. < Answer me when I talk to you, brat. > He said by pulling your hair slightly harder, making you moan and tear your eyes. You didn’t understand why but it was such a fucking beautiful pain.

You inhaled the passive smoke in the air and opened your mouth to talk, bowing to recover air. < Yeah, t-that’s what I wanted, Keigo! > You shamelessly moaned his name. He grinned and continued to smoke as your legs began to hurt from the thrusts and position. After a while the blond managed to cum inside you, coming out of you more relaxed than before, still smoking and with a satisfied look on his face.

You fell to the ground for the little resistance of your legs and you took the opportunity to observe his relaxed cock, dirty with your cum you took it in your mouth. You wanted to make it hard again to give yourself the orgasm she denied you by coming out of you to cum.

His hand landed on your head, helping to push you along its length that was slowly waking up. He kept smoking while you pumped your mouth back and forth on his cock, making him enjoy it again. Hearing her hoarse moans and heavy wheezing because of your oral.

< F-Fuck, baby bird... you’re so good. > he said starting to push his hips against you, creating obscene sounds with your mouth. When you felt it hard enough and pulsating inside your mouth, you peeled off, receiving an icy look from the blond.

< I want you to fuck me with the dick I just warmed you up. Let me cum again > You took out the look of the sweetest and most manipulative fawn you could do and he bit his lip, putting out his cigarette and hooking you off the ground like a wounded puppy.

< How can I say no when you’re giving me those big eyes? > he said then head to the bedroom and lay on the comfortable mattress.

< I’ve been pretty rough with you, you want me softer? > he asked you softly, then to sit down between your legs, his wings lowered and relaxed along his back while he looked at you with a more gentle gaze. You bit your lip and with your toes you went and stroked some plumes on his back, making him shiver.

< oh, you mean birdie, you still want me rough, don’t you? >

You nodded slightly as Keigo put his bites on your thighs, making you pant at the touch, as he slowly came back to dominate you, licking his lips before going to kiss you and then grab his painfully hard cock and start inserting it into you, to make you groan and feel relief.

< Still so comfortable here inside > Keigo groans, entering entirely in you, letting his hands go down to tighten your fleshy hips while a pornographic groan leaves your mouth when it resumes its rhythm of rough thrusts, looking for one similar to the previous one.

He put a hand around your neck choking you but not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you enjoy the situation. You moaned like a slut clinging to the red silk sheets on the bed; eyes rolled back as he pushed harder and harder, giving dry strokes into your already battered pussy with pleasure. The blond stole a wet and passionate kiss while the taste of tobacco and whiskey mixed with your saliva, making you go crazy even more as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Some push later you were both close to cum together. You clung to his back and accidentally pinched some of his feathers when you finally reached yet another orgasm, causing Keigo to cum because of the overly sensitive feathers.

He stretched out at your side looking at the ceiling, your breaths still panting and stressed because of the orgasm reached, your legs trembled in the same way as his wings that still had to unload the adrenaline, your bodies exhausted and faces reddened and sweaty. You felt a little discomfort between your legs and when you went to touch yourself, you pulled out the feather that used to be your vibrator. You looked it interested, shaking it slightly.

Keigo looked at you and bit his lip, calling in his place the little red feather.

< Don’t have too much fun with them, they’re sensitive > he told you as he lay comfortably on his belly bed, leaving his wings open and free to cover your tired body as well as his.

< I like them... they look so beautiful > you whispered while you felt the warm and soft feathers cover you

< just like the owner > chuckled in response.

His feathers felt your physical pain on ass because of the slaps and his golden eyes looked at you innocently and sweetly.

< Next time I’ll be nicer, I Swear, birdie > whispered gently, approaching him with his wing.

< Will there be a next time? > you asked surprise. < even if I am a brat who must know her place, easily replaced with other colleagues? > you continued, taking up the words he had addressed to you a few hours before.  He laughed with taste, leaving you motionless because of a few missed beats for that wonderful laugh.

< Yeah, even if you’re not replaceable, you’re still a brat. But I’ll see you out of this shit again, I won’t let anyone touch you or have a second of your time. I just want you for myself. You’re mine now, baby bird > said to then kiss you on the nose, making you blush.

< It’s my job, you know how it works > you whispered near him.

< Then from this evening your work will be mine. I will provide for you, I will treat you like a Queen. You cannot love a job like this. You deserve more > he answered carelessly, giving you a sweet smile as he closed his eyes.

< Thanks to this job, I met you. But the job you’re offering me sounds interesting, especially now that you’ve fucked me so hard, I can’t feel my legs anymore. > You laughed ironically as you crouched over him, making him smile.

I would have killed those assholes who touched you, God, if I think about it, my blood is boiling over.

< So jealous after one night with me? I made you completely crazy about me > you answered laughing. You kind of liked his arrogant jealousy.

I’m not the one who drooled over a spanking. You punched him lightly on the arm and snuggled under his warm wing.

You two fell asleep shortly afterwards, covered in both fine linens and warm, comfortable wings.

[devieuls]

My Sweet... Angel ?

Keigo Takami x Fem Reader ¡ smut !

Warnings: dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, teasing, oral, fingering, a little embarrassment/humiliation, sub reader and Hawks Dom, a little pet play. Explicit content 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: You loved your boyfriend so much, but because of his Pro Hero schedule, you could only hear him late at night when he was hungover in your bed. It saddened you to see him always exhausted and it consumed you inside to see him friendly and close to other women, flirtatious journalists, horny fans, work colleges who loved him or even the Sidekicks. You thought you were no longer attractive to him, on the other hand he did not have time to enjoy your ''care', or see you well dressed and made up for him.

So one night, tired of that dead period between the two of you, you buy some sensual underwear, prepare the bedroom and waited for him.

Length:  4k+

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You could feel your legs flickering as you looked at the bag of underwear on the bedside table in your room. You didn’t know how you were going to take that initiative of buying lingerie to spend a red-light night with him. So questions like, "What if he doesn’t like it?" or "If he finds me ridiculous?" tortured your thoughts all morning, but what could you do? You were afraid that your man would lose interest, even if his best friend and confidant, pro Hero Mirko, would repeat to your stomach, "That winged chicken is lost to you." You couldn’t totally convince yourself of that.

You did not doubt Keigo’s love for you, he was always attentive and caring, when he looked at you love was clearly in the air and you melted under those honeyed eyes, but you were afraid of losing him. It was Mirko who advised you to buy a nice outfit and tease him, knowing that he would be yielded to your feet after a short while, and she accompanied you to shop herself, knowing your shy and modest side. Keigo loved that sweet innocence of yours, your blushing for his dirty compliments or sexual jokes, your childishness when he made little jokes to make you angry, he loved everything about you. So different from him in every little detail.

But he loved having sex with you even more, seeing that innocence of yours vanish because of his dirty finger or tongue tricks, banging you for hours in every corner of your house, letting you fall to its length as you trembled for over-stimulation.  He was fucking lost to you, an eternal virgin who could get his dick dirty. But this was no secret to you, Keigo had never flown over these things during the dirty talk, because he knew you would be embarrassed under him.

Despite that, you hadn’t touched Keigo for months now, how could you do it if he was always on a mission or exhausted from work? It was so selfish of you to think about fucking your pretty blond boy when he was busting his ass to constantly save lives, but you wanted him so bad inside of you.

So that night you arranged a different way home. You would have made him relax under your loving and perverse care, he would have seen you for the sexy woman you are, not only as a virgin who was stained by his perversion. A sweet little horny bitch of his neglected dick.

The night came with extreme speed, you felt the blush on your cheeks flaring up as you headed to the bathroom to try on the outfit with the help of Mirko, since it was your first time with things like that.

<D-Do you think he’ll like it? He won’t find me ridiculous or->  Your friend laughed loudly and stopped you < Honey, after all these years, I can tell you that there is no thing that would make him hornier than seeing you in lingerie for him. He would give his life to see you like this.  He told me once. > she said, still laughing.  She calmed you all the time, giving you behavioral tips with him and tips to tease him. You didn’t think you could love a woman, but Mirko was your guardian angel. There was nothing better than having your boyfriend’s childhood best friend as a trusted friend.

When Mirko left, leaving you alone in the bedroom set up for "the event", you realized that everything was real and a sense of discomfort fell on you, so you could run to the bathroom in your room to get out of that dress and pretend you didn’t plan anything for Keigo. Unfortunately for you, the door of your house slammed, hinting at the arrival of your beloved, which was confirmed by his chanting in a tired voice < little angel, are you home? > it was early, too early to expect him home. You weren’t ready mentally.

Why was he back so early? Could he have already finished working? Why today? Why?

Thoughts like that rang in your head as you felt like you were about to find out when you were cheating on him with someone else.

<My angel? Are you there? > he continued, worried not to hear an answer, it was not possible that I was already sleeping, too early, fools were not in the bedroom, although he noticed some "changes".

< I’m in the bathroom... Wait for me in the room> answered with a broken voice and embarrassed. Your boyfriend calmed down to hear you and waited patiently for you sitting on the bed, but when minutes passed and you didn’t show up, he suspected your illness.

<Angel , are you all right? Why don’t you come here? > he asked softly.

<I-I’m not presentable. > You answered embarrassed, trying to get rid of that complex lingerie.

<What do you say, honey, please, come here. I’m worried> he promptly replied, and then he got a little more comfortable on the bed. You took courage and left the bathroom, leaning against the door frame.

Your boyfriend was sitting exhausted on the bed, still in his work clothes, his ruffled hair slightly held back by his yellow visor, his headphones around his neck and gloves on his hands. His head was lightly thrown back with eyes ajar, while he was calmly breathing, evidently stressed by the working day. His attention was directed to the door of the bathroom that opened and then to his newly appeared figure. All he could do was take a cut breath and a < Oh > by putting himself together to look at your beautiful body exposed to him.

You blushed conspicuously in being that way under his gaze. You played nervously with your fingers, looking down embarrassed on the new heels. The blond was exploring every inch of your body wrapped in that obscenely exciting fabric. Two-piece scarlet lace that stood out on your skin, above it was a silk harness with iron rings that wrapped all over your body, leaving it even more exposed and tight, to it were also attached a choker with a ring right in the center, cuffs that could be connected as if they were handcuffs and a garter that held up the white Parisians.

Keigo couldn’t take his eyes off you, thinking he was dead and in heaven with the most beautiful angel that ever lived. What betrayed this sweet thought was the bulge he was pushing on the flap of his baggy pants.

< Oh, baby bird, don’t do this to me... > he said in a different tone than before, more hoarse, lower, warmer, and then beckoned you to approach. He was so fucking horny seeing you like that for him, that he didn’t see you as an angel anymore, but as a sexy Succubus.

You approached him with a slow pace, tapping your heel on the parquet, without taking your eyes off the ground. Keigo made you sit on his leg and lifted your face with a finger. <God, babybird, you can’t understand what you’re doing to me dressed like that. > He said looking you in the eye. His usual sweet, loving look has been replaced with one full of lust.

He passed a hand on your back, fiddling with lace, making you shudder and pant because of contact with the rough fabric of his gloves. His wings got a little shiver when they heard you panting under that touch, he hadn’t heard those sweet sounds from you for a long time. < W-What effect do I make you? > wheezing hisses, leaning on her chest, to be touched more. The blond took a deep breath and smiled maliciously < Mhmh... a little brat like you knows perfectly what effect it has on hers boyfriend >  he slipped a hand between your legs, squeezing your inner thigh, and with the other wrapped you up to take your jaw and tighten it, forcing you to look at it. <You’re such a needy brat> he laughed mockingly.

You squeezed your legs on his hand, you already felt so wet for her words, his look and touch. He opened your legs again, slapping your thigh slightly. <I didn’t tell you to close. Keep your beautiful legs open for me, isn’t that what you wanted? horny little bitch. > He said, squeezing his grip on your jaw, letting a groan escape. < Y-yes > You answered quietly.

You began to rub your hips on his trousers, to create friction and give you pleasure, panting and moaning on his face, while he enjoyed your smug expressions. Hawks stopped you shortly after, starting to move his fingers on your covered intimacy, feeling the soggy tissue of your hormones. He laughed out of breath and licked your neck.

< Look how wet you are> he remarked <you’re dripping for so little, baby bird, I didn’t even do anything. Were you so desperate for my touch?> he said taunting you, making you blush and pulse against his gloved fingers. You nodded, beginning to drool as his fingers began to prick on your swollen clitoris.

< A little slut so dirty for me, hmm? > he said against your ear, letting go of your now red jaw. You pushed your hips against his gloved hand, looking for a more persistent touch on you. < H-Hawks... more... p-please > meowed against him. Keigo looked at you coldly, as if you were the most disgusting being in this land, which made your heart beat faster and your intimacy beat faster.

< What the fuck did you call me, you stupid wet slut? > he said growling at you.

Shit, if it was sexy this dominant side of him. < S-sir . > You whined when he squeezed your intimacy rough. < What do you call me? > He continued growling < Sir.. I call you Sir. > you answered submissive, drooling over your grip on your pulsating intimacy. < Good. I don’t risk my life every fucking day to hear you moan a fucking title. Remember your place, brat. > he said, leaving his grip on your dripping pussy.

He took you by the hips and carried you against the desk, making you bend over the cold marble, making you shudder. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he kicked your heels to get your legs open.

< Open well for your sir. > he said against your skin, making you tremble with excitement.

You soon felt Hawks' body get back on his feet and take your hands with little delicacy, making your wrists slam behind your back, causing you a slight pain.

One of his feathers slammed against your neck, then gently descended down your spine, making you bow and sigh heavily. While Keigo was fastening your cuffs to make him handcuffs and not to move from that position.

He took in his hands one of his feathers that looked like blades and broke the bottom of your lingerie, leaving some small cuts caused by the sharp feather. You wince when Keigo stooped to lick the small cut and suck the blood that came down. You found it fucking erotic too. <Mhh... so sweet even here> he said quietly and then detached from there. A hand pressed against your lower back, to make your back arch. <Keep your pretty bitch ass up > you obeyed.

A slap hit your ass, making you scream in pain. He took the other hand off your back and carried it over your neck, making you raise your head firmly. You bit your lip, panting for the grip. Your boyfriend was the only one who could make you feel like a horny bitch and it was a bittersweet feeling to feel like an object in his hands. <Scream my name, brat. > he said again growling with a low and dominant voice, shaking his hand on your neck. Another slap made you jump and your pussy dripped more and more for that blond who was dominating you. You groaned at every blow and asked for more in silence.

Your legs were shaking, the air was heavier and your body was always asking for more attention from your beloved. You had never been wetter than this, drunk on lust for your man. Because of the gloved slaps, your ass was crimson and hot. You heard a low laugh and his grip around your neck was lighter as he pushed your face against the marble. With his teeth he took off the glove of the hand that just before was spanking you. He tore more lingerie to leave your needy and reddened pussy at his mercy. He entered you with two fingers without warning, pumping on your needy hole without restraint. Drooling and panting like a bitch in heat against your desk. < M-More Keig- > pulled his fingers out of you and slapped your vagina that kept beating with excitement. < Stupid brat. What should you call me? I must punish you as before? > he said pulling your hair back, causing you to approach orgasm. < Sir.. I have to c- > stopped you inserting his fingers back into you, pumping faster in and out, massaging your clitoris with your thumb. You held your hands in two fists, sinking your nails into your palms, creating half moons on them. You were on fire under his harsh and decisive touch, you wanted more, you desired more.

Keigo wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled them again, making you whine in your panties and groan. He began to bite and suck your shoulders, leaving warm saliva on your skin and part of your lingerie.  He increased the speed of his fingers, and then he made you come on his tapered fingers with a loud orgasm. He turned you to him and made you sit on the desk, then licked the dirty fingers of your humors.

< just in time for dinner > he said smirking, then bring his face in your intimacy still dripping with your sperm, carrying your legs on his shoulders, He sank his fingers on your soft thighs and began to devoutly lick your cum from your warm walls. He sucked your clit while still craving your precious juices. He was eating your reddened and overstimulated vagina so well. You made up for having more, wanting to touch him and guide him in his movements, if it hadn’t been for the handcuffs behind your back that were making you more and more frustrated. <S-Sir, let me... oh- mhh... cum, please> You begged for more cum. His fluffy lips kissed your clit, sucking slightly. He didn’t break away from you until you came into his mouth, arching spastically his back. You were getting rid of all those humors stuck inside for months.

When he finished sucking every last drop of your cum, he stood up on your body, leaving wet kisses from your belly button to your jaw, then taking it from your chin and licking your lips. <You’re so good, baby bird> he said smiling, showing his fangs, then kissing you passionately. His swollen lips for the job were so soft and warm, leading you to nibble and moan on them. Keigo loved to see you so needy for him that you became a needy whore. He called himself stupid for not touching that temple of your body.

You took your breath away, leaving threads of saliva between your mouths. Mumbling, taking the threads in your mouth, just to get closer to your boyfriend again. <Let me suck you... please, sir, let your cock vent in my mouth> you begged with voice broken by your orgasms. Keigo went off on you by putting his hands on the desk, parallel to your hips. <I don’t need your slutty mouth. You haven’t earned my dick yet.> He said with a cold voice on your neck, making you shudder.

Under other circumstances, you would have looked down with a nod, but you were too drunk on sex and you could see that he was too. You could feel his penis pounding against your thigh, and that made you pant and want to suck on all the good milk he had taken from you for so long. Rub his thigh on the crotch of his pants, making him pant slightly. God if you missed hearing his hoarse pants against your sensitive skin. . < Baby bird, don’t test my patience > he sighed because of rubbing. <I’m begging you... I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl if only y- > Hawks' gloomy look made you shudder and be silent, even taking the thigh from him, swallowing.

< What makes you think your begging will change my mind? You’re a brat who doesn’t understand. > he said in a low and powerful voice, as he took you off the desk and slammed you to the wall. Keigo smelled your hair and then pressed his junk on your hands. You bit your lip, it was so hard and pulsating that a couple of pumps would be enough to get your milk. <Why make me angry after you’ve made yourself so pretty for me, mhh? I love you, but I’d fuck you so hard you’d bleed your guts, too. > He mumbled on your neck, as he embraced your life. You panted against the wall. <You're so warm and comfortable, a brat ready to take all my sperm... Mhhh where will my angel be? > he said by biting you, letting blood out of your bite. <I-I am here, s-sir. > you sighed heavily for the bite. She had never treated you so violently, and that made you horny even after two orgasms. <No, baby, my angel is not that slutty. > he said giggling and then pushing his penis against your ass, making you pant.  <Do you want my dick, brat? > Sniffing while biting your lip. Your legs trembled and you relied your weight on the strength of Hawks, until he dropped you on your knees, turning with pain towards him, looking down at him upwards.

His mighty wings, half open, his honey gaze was lustful and gloomy, his uniform crumpled and wet on his leg because of you.  He was sexy with the uniform still on him, he had never touched you with it on, because he thought he was too dirty for his princess, but at that moment you were no longer his innocent and pure angel, little mattered to get you dirty further. You lingered over his black and yellow leotard that marked his sculpted, well-defined chest. You looked at him like he was a God on this earth, but he was your God. He blessed you with his mouth, his fingers and his cock.

<Beg me and I’ll give you my dick. > he said grinning maliciously. Seeing you on your knees, flickering, red on your face and panting had excited him more. He would have fucked that bitch mouth of yours so well, you wouldn’t breathe. <I beg you, master, give me your cock> you begged pressing your face on his leg, rubbing his cheek like a cat in heat, causing his laugh. You were so pitiful, begging for a dick that belonged to you. <Again, babybird, call me that again> he said leaning up to your height, then taking you off the collar and approaching him. Your gaze was pleading and you hoped to convince him, but the only thing you received was some of his feathers that freed your sore wrists. <Master, I beg you, let me drink your milk. I have so much desire...> you tightened your thighs, feeling again the excitement between them.

<No.> he said with a mocking smile. You were stunned, not understanding whether he was joking or not. < M-Master... > you whispered in his eyes. < I don’t want to and you don’t deserve it. > His voice was so arrogant as he walked away from you and sat down on the bed satisfied to see you pleading for him. < Stop there. Don’t move, kitty > said to taunt your cat quirk. You mewed in disapproval as he carried a hand on the zip of his pants, lowering it together with the khakis jeans, also unhooking the part of the leotard, and then releasing its already hard length. You hoped he would call you to go suck on him, but he didn’t, he took off his jacket, visor and headphones to make himself more comfortable.

He looked at you as you purred to touch his dick and began to masturbate in front of you, knowing that you grew your excitement and want to eat his dick up to his balls. You were drooling to see his throbbing, dripping dick, the tip was already red and inviting. Your stomach growled and you frowned as you saw his hand touch so well, you squeezed your thighs as you purred and tried not to look at it too much, it hurt to do so if you couldn’t play with it.

Hawks laughed at seeing you so needy of his dick, he had never seen you purr for it and it turned him on more and more. He increased the speed of the pumped with his hand and studied you by groaning your name, only to torture you more. < M-Master... sir... please..  > you sighed exasperated and hypnotized. Keigo said no with his head and carried a hand in his hair as he reached the limit.

You came a little closer and he looked at you with his eyes, making you always back your knees. You carried a hand between your legs to seek a little pleasure and relief, but Keigo ordered you not to. < Good, kitten, stay at bed > he said just before coming on his own hand. You gasped as you saw the clear liquid gushing out of his sweet penis, you didn’t even remember the taste of his sperm or his dick heart, and you missed it.

The amber-eyed blond named you after cats or dogs on the street and bit his lip when you came at him on all fours, because your legs were too weak. < Good kitty, now you can drink your milk. > he said softly, as he stroked your hair. Your eyes lit up and you licked his rod dripping with semen. Keigo groaned loudly as you began to suck his still sensitive dick in your mouth, drinking every last drop and savoring it all the way. You knew he still had enough good sperm to give you and you kept pumping to find it. < K-Kitten... enough! You’ve already taken enough > he said looking down at you, sighing heavily. He turned slightly red on his cheeks and held a hand to his mouth to appease his obscene groans because of you. His wings were shaking and slowly losing small feathers. Your mouth was so warm, he didn't remember your mouth so warm, comfortable and skillful.

You played with his balls gently, feeling them still swollen your hope of having more cum got more vivid. You didn’t listen to his request, but you saw how his mighty wings trembled like never before and his head bent backwards. He would punish you later, of course he would, but you couldn’t wait to be broken by him.

You purred the last of it on his dick and then it came on your face and then in your mouth. So much hot cum of Keigo, sticky and sweet tangled on some strands of hair and lips, a bit even on your red lingerie. <Shit! Kitten, you were so mean > said sighing, trying to pull himself together.

He took you out of his arms and made you get on the bed, slamming you violently against the mattress. Your nipples were so hard and pressed against the still intact lace fabric. Keigo still looked red in your face for what you did to him. He broke your bra and took your nipples in his mouth, sucking them rough and biting them, while his hands alternated to fiddle with your free nipple. You moaned so loud that you almost screamed, your breath was missing as you clung to the golden threads of your beloved, trembled under his dominant grip and stole your intimacies eager to meet again.

He opened your legs with his free hand and snuggled up in the middle as he began to suck his dick again, making it hard for you. Once you wake up her little bird, he entered you without too many compliments, without ever detaching from your breast

You wrapped your legs around him and held onto his back, pulling him from your now red, soaked breasts of his saliva. Hawks left bites and hickeys all along your chest to your right ear, where he whispered dirty and exciting words. Making you giggle and pant under him. His back was now the canvas where you would draw your scratches for its length that pushed you up to mess up your bowels. You caressed the spot in the middle of his wings and he shuddered, pushing harder than before, choking your breath.

Your pussy was dripping on his shaft, letting it into you like butter. Your eyes rolled back, you begged more, and he gave you this sweet torture that wouldn’t let you walk for a while. The pain made itself felt more and more but you loved as it manifested in you, no matter if it hurt, if you were enjoying as a whore was bearable. After a few pushes, Keigo came inside you, and you gave him the first and best Squirt of your whole life, ashamed of it soon after, not realizing Keigo’s happiness at seeing that juice fountain spilling out on him.

A couple of minutes later, you lay down on the bed while he stroked your ruffled hair on his chest. <You're perfect> He said in a sweet tone, wrapping your trembling body in his arms <Y-You are...> He printed a kiss on your lips, filling you with sweet words and cuddles. <If I had known before that you were willing to wear these outfits, I would have spent all my salary to buy them and take them away from you > he said laughing < Your body is so sexy and hot with those things on it > It continued with a perverse tone, making you blush < K-Keigo! stop! > he laughed and kissed your temple, seeing again his shy little angel coming back. < You were still hornier than me to put yourself like this. Mirko told me that I would get a gift from you, but fuck, that was a blessing.> He ended up getting slapped on the chest by you. You were so beautiful in his eyes and he loved you so much. < I would give my life for you, you know that, my angel? > he said softly, making you smile.

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I must say that I liked this smut more than before, idk. It seems a little better.

Anyway, what do you think? I have many ideas for upcoming smuts and some are very heavy or others contain some spoilers of the anime, so I don’t know what to do yet.

Feel free to make requests or notes in the comments. See ya!

-Mel