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Can you please write perv hawks 🥹💙💙 really love how you write
Pervert Hawks Headcanons
Hawks who’s able to publicly get away with his behaviour. Mostly because his whole thing was being a flirt. So when he’d touch you, people just shrugged it off because again, that’s his thing. If anything the public is gaslighting you into thinking it’s normal. Even if his behaviour towards you is different from anyone else.
Hawks who’ll have his hand on your ass during hero galas. All damn night. He savours those pictures that get taken, he’s probably even framed a few of them. One’s definitely on his bedside table. He’s got no concerns about showing that sort of behaviour in public, because once again, that’s his thing. Sure you’re the only person he’s ever gone that far with though.
Hawks who’s got bird-like instincts. He’s definitely courted you enough that you eventually presented some type of reaction that resembled a bird accepting courtship. So by law you’re his. Well at least by his law you belong to him. So technically you’re the one at fault here.. His incel behaviour is caused by you. And most Hawks mate for life, so you’re really not gonna be able to shake him, even if you two haven’t officially mated.
Hawks who’s only acting this way because you’re his. He’s only taking pictures of you partially nude because you won’t send him any. How does he get his hands on those? Well obviously it’s because he’s bringing you back to his place after patrols and having you shower in his bathrooms, where he may or may not have a couple of cameras hidden around aimed right at the shower... Yes it’s weird.
Hawks who loves cuddling with you. You two are like already best friends, doing movie nights every couple of days. So of course he takes the opportunity to cuddle up with you on the couch. He loves to slowly grind into you, gaslighting you into thinking nothing happened. “Birdie, you’re just imagining things, if you want me to make it a reality though just let me know.” he’s got an obnoxious grin on his face too.
Hawks who’s stealing your clothes for nesting. And totally just nesting alone. He definitely doesn’t jerk off using whatever he’d stolen this week. It’s just bird instincts he says. You two are so close that he considers you an extension of himself, so he can’t help but borrow them from you. But if you happen to stumble across an item of clothing not in his nest that just happens to be a bit “crunchy” ignore it…
Synopsis: Hawks had been one of the most celebrated heroes - until he turned against the Commission and everything he previously stood for. You, a hero sworn to bring him in, quickly discover the roles have reversed: now, he has you, claiming you as his own
Warnings: hair pulling, breeding, creampie, doggy, unprotected p in v, villain!Hawks, dirty talk
Pairing: villain!Hawks x fem!Reader
A/N: welcome to the very first day of Villaintober! I hope you enjoy this little fic - every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡
⇢ MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3
Shame courses through every nerve of your body. It shouldn’t be like this.
You were the one assigned to capture the villain, to bring him to face justice for his crimes.
How did it come to this, ending with him pinning you to your own bed, cock buried deep inside your quivering pussy from behind? You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it all went wrong. The mission spiraled out of control, and a hard blow to your head stole your consciousness for long enough for him to seize control.
Now, the air is heavy with the musk of sweat when he slams you further into the mattress.
Red feathers litter the floor, a few twitching faintly.
Your bedroom is dim, shadows pooling across the walls, the faint city lights leaking through the blinds, but all you can see are the mattress of your bed and his body - broad shoulders looming above, golden eyes sharp and burning with pure lust, red wings fluttering behind him.
Hawks. Once a hero, now a villain.
He had once been one of the most celebrated heroes, the Commission’s golden boy, until the day he turned his back on them, and on everything he had once stood for. Now there’s nothing left of that man but a shadow draped in crimson wings.
Your back arches off the mattress when his cock shoves so deep it feels like your lungs can’t expand, the rhythm brutal and unrelenting.
And his cock is buried so deep inside you that your cunt is molded around the sheer thickness of him, your body clenching desperately with every brutal thrust that rocks the headboard against the wall.
A ragged gasp bursts free from the pit of your chest.
Hawks only growls low, his fingers tangling in your hair before yanking your head back hard, forcing your spine into a taut arch.
“Don’t swallow it down, baby bird,” Keigo rasps, voice rough, the remnants of his lazy charm nowhere to be found. “You wanted to play hero against me, didn’t you? Hahaha! Let everyone hear how I ruin you.”
His hips snap forward, cock hitting so deep that you feel it low in your belly, a white-hot ache blooming where the tip grinds your cervix. The stretch is maddening, a mix of pain and molten heat that leaves your thighs trembling beneath you, threatening to buckle with every second that drags by.
Hawks doesn’t give you time to adjust, doesn’t let you take a proper breath - he just pounds his rock-hard cock harder, faster, one wing half-spread to steady himself against the wall as his hand digs into the plushy flesh of your ass. “Fuuuuuck,” the villain exhales through gritted teeth, tugging your hair harder until your scalp prickles. He bends low, lips brushing your ear, the predator in him bleeding through every syllable as he speaks in that taunting voice of his, “Your pussy is gripping my cock like you were made for this. Your little hero cunt is begging to be bred by the villain you swore to take down.”
A broken whimper slips out, your breath shattering as nails claw desperately into the silky sheets of your bed. It’s wrong - oh so wrong - yet the betrayal of your body comes swift: slick spilling down your trembling thighs, your inner, velvety walls tightening around his hardness with every brutal snap of his hips.
He chuckles, “So wet for me. Don’t pretend you don’t like it, songbird! You’ve been waiting for this. You’ve been waiting for me.”
The words cut deeper than his thrusts, your chest burning as shame collides with raw arousal.
His hand slides from your hair to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your next moan catch. “Look at you,” Hawks snarls, watching the way your lips part, the way your eyes glaze. “All those nights patrolling, acting like the perfect little savior. And now? Just a whore taking a villain cock in her bed.”
He slams into you harder, his pelvis grinding down as if he’s intent on forcing his cum into the deepest part of you.
Each thrust drags a ragged cry from your lungs, your body trembling under the weight of the villain.
“Keigo!” The name slips out unbidden, an echo of the man he used to be, but he cuts you off with a sharp jerk of your hair.
“Don’t,” Takami snaps, eyes glinting like steel. “That name’s dead. All that’s left is the man who’s gonna breed you until you forget what side you were fighting for.”
He punctuates the words with another savage thrust, and in a second, your pussy is spasming around him. His hand on your throat tightens, then releases, just enough to let you gasp a breath before he steals it with a kiss that’s more teeth than lips, biting down on your lower lip until you taste copper.
The sound he makes when he pulls back is feral, guttural. “God, I’ll ruin you. Stretch this sweet pussy until you can’t take anyone else. Fill you up so full of my cum you’ll still be leaking tomorrow.”
Suddenly, your phone buzzes on the sheets beside your head, the glow of the screen cutting through the dark. Endeavor. The name flashes again and again.
Keigo snarls low behind you, wings flaring, hips slamming forward so hard your body jolts against the mattress. “Tch. Used to think that old man was cool,” he utters, voice sharp with venom, “But now? I think he’s just fucking lame.”
Hawks’ cock grinds deep into your walls, forcing you to moan like a whore. His one hand fists in your hair, jerking your head back as he reaches forward with the other, snatching up your phone without missing a single brutal thrust. Your ass slaps against his pelvis with every drive of his cock.
The line clicks, and Endeavor’s voice is booming through, “Do you have any new information, Y/N? Where the hell are you though?”
Keigo barks out a laugh, pressing the phone to his mouth as his hips grind forward, the fat head of his cock stretching you until your scream muffles into the pillow. He tilts the phone just enough so you can hear every word as his hips snap forward, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. His voice is a rasping growl, dripping with pure mockery, “Stop callin’ her, old man. She’s busy gettin’ fucked tonight.”
The call ends with a sharp beep as your scream rips into the pillow, Hawks’ laugh vibrating against your back as he throws your phone back on your bed.
Your back arch against him despite yourself, body seeking the friction, the pressure, the overwhelming heat. The shame burns as hot as the pleasure, tangled together until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
He notices. Of course he does. His smirk twists, cruel and triumphant. “Knew it. Knew you’d break the second I had you like this. Hero or not, you’re just another cunt begging to be filled.”
He shifts, pulling your hips up higher so your ass tilts and his cock hits an angle that makes stars explode behind your eyes.
You cry out, nails clawing at the sheets. Your mouth forms an O shape.
“Right there, huh?” Hawks grunts, thrusts turning sharp, deliberate, hammering that spot over and over until you’re sobbing into the pillow. “Yeah. I can feel it. Pussy’s milking me like it’s desperate to keep and cherish every drop I’ll give you.”
His words drip into your ears like poison, searing themselves deep into the darkest part of your mind.
The rhythm turns brutal, his pace relentless, hips slapping against yours with wet, obscene sounds.
With every brutal thrust his wings shudder, some of his red feathers loosening and falling, drifting down to scatter across the sheets and your trembling body.
His hand fists in your hair again, yanking your head back until your mouth falls open on a broken cry. “Say it,” Hawks demands, voice dark, “Say who owns this cunt.”
You shake your head weakly, shame scorching your skin, but the next thrust rips a scream from you, and he doesn’t seem to let up.
“Say it.”
Your voice cracks, wrecked and desperate. “You! Hawks!”
“That’s right.” His grin is sharp, feral, golden eyes locked on your flushed, tear-streaked face. “Mine. All mine. And I’m gonna keep you filled until you forget you ever fought me.”
You’ve already come several times tonight, back arching, legs spread painfully, every inch of your body bent to his pleasure, and still Hawks is preparing you for yet another orgasm.
He drives into you with faster, cock burying so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach. The pressure builds unbearably, that coiled heat in your gut snapping as your orgasm crashes through you, body convulsing around him, clenching so tight you drag a savage groan from his throat.
“Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll breed you good, dove!” Hawks chirps loudly, wings flaring wide as his hips slam forward, his cock twitching hard deep inside you. Second later, the warmth of his release floods your cunt, thick and heavy, spilling into you with every jerking thrust as he rides his orgasm out. He holds you pinned to the mattress, forcing you to take every drop of his seed until you’re stuffed full, whimpering as the mixed cum leaks down your thighs, spilling out of your abused pussy, even though you’re still full of his cock.
Your vision blurs at the edges, consciousness slipping, but through the haze of exhaustion and overstimulation, that sound - his birdlike chirp - lingers in the back of your mind. The last shred of awareness latches onto it, finding it painfully, devastatingly cute that Hawks - once a hero, now a villain - lets out a helpless chirp as he orgasms.
“Perfect,” Takami claims, voice low. “Took it all. Gonna keep it in there, aren’t you? Gonna carry my cum like the good little bitch you are.”
Tears soak into the pillow as your body quivers beneath him.
Hawks leans close, lips grazing the shell of your ear, his voice a silken blade as he slowly pulls out of your pussy. “This is what happens when a hero lets her guard down,” he says, dark amusement curling through every word he speaks. “You’re mine. Rest now, little dove. Your wings are clipped by me. You’ll never fly free again.”
“Fuck, dovey, I don’t t-think I can keep going.” Keigo breathes out below you, flushed and whining into the dewy skin of your tits. He’s drooling. He doesn’t know how many times, how many rounds you’ve been for, but all he knows is it’s enough to have him on the verge of tears; he fears he might pass out, and you’re not much better. Everytime he pulls you down onto his cock, his cum dribbles out of you and froths at his soaked pelvis; the sounds filling the room are obscene, all high pitched moans and squelches.
His large hands grip tightly at your hips and tremble, mirroring his quaking thighs. He uses the greedy handfuls of your flesh to bounce you up and down, up and down, up and down until you’re little more than needy, pliable putty in his lap; you’re not even sure how you’re going to go about with the cleanup after this but all you can think about is how wrecked you both look right now. Your tits, neck and thighs are completely covered in big, blossoming hickeys while your hips are decorated with finger sized bruises; Keigo sports a delightful set of bite marks along his broad shoulders, and his wings tremble behind him, beating frantically and cutting through the air of the room.
“Don’t- don’t know how much longer I can- hah- keep it up for, Kei.” You moan out into the air, the humidity sticking to your skin like molasses and sweat plastering hair to your forehead. You’re sure you look manic, messy, wrecked, even; there’s not a single square inch of you both that isn’t damp with sweat, spit or cum, and it’s all too much- definitely too much, because when he ruts his hips up inside you you swear you can feel every inch, every vein, like your pussy has moulded to him and is determined to hold him inside you forever. The crown of his tip relentlessly pounds at every spot inside you, nooks and crannies you didn’t even know existed, and as your body works its way up to its final crescendo of the evening you’re sure to ur mind blanks.
His wings fan out behind him, vermillion rustling in the dim lighting of your now ruined bedroom; it’s a testament to how out of control he is, how close he is- he’s absolutely everywhere, biting down at your neck and whimpering uncharacteristically, fingers rubbing messily over your already ruined clit, cock stretching you out like it’s the only thing he’s ever been good at.
You can barely feel it when he cums, the sensation of him filling you up for a final time is lost as you scream and cling to him through your own orgasm. It’s like miniature sparks are perpetually infused into your bloodstream as you claw raw marks into his shoulders and rock into his shaky touch, whining desperately and twitching with overwhelming stimulation; his pelvis is completely soaked, but so is everything else- he lifts you up and drops you beside him, gritting his teeth against the sensitivity.
You feel aching. Everywhere feels exerted, sticky or weak; your poor abused clit throbs against the air of the room and you sigh, eyes fluttering closed. Keigo slumps beside you on the ruined bedsheets, almost immediately passing out; you should probably thank him, but you’re too tired. It feels like you’re too tired to do much of anything ever again.
Keigo thinks it's just so cute when you do your best to respond to questions while he's fucking you, so he keeps up a mostly one-sided dialogue where he'll ask you things like "you feelin' good, baby?" and "want it harder?" and "so good, sweet thing, you like that?"
He listens gleefully as your "yeah" turns into "uh-huh" turns into "m-hm," and when he eventually asks "yeah? You gonna cum?" his wings shudder at the dizzy little nod you give.
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oh yeah, i did decide on making my oc a half elf after discussing it with my friends. he just hides them with his magic to make humans feel better about themselves when they come to his book store.
also he hates using his lyre because he’s scared of hurting the one he loves like he did in the past.
anyways more fantasy au art.. slowly trying to build their story but it’s kinda hard when all you can think about is them trying to get into each others pants.
keigo looks gorgeous when he fucks you right: your thighs hooked over his shoulders, his pelvis pressed all the way up against your ass as he bottoms out with each thrust, hips moving in torturously slow figure-eights.
his golden skin glistens with sweat and his bushy brows draw together in concentration, because god help him, he’s trying not to immediately melt into the heat of your hole and rut against you like a dog, but it’s a losing game—especially when you moan like that, and buck your hips back against his.
when he leans forward to kiss you, his tufty bangs fall over his eyes, and when he pulls back, his mouth stays open as he pants, braced up on his hands, grinding into your sweet spot with the tip of his cock, a hair’s breadth away from cumming but making a valiant effort to hold on for your sake. “mm, baby—shit—feel so good like this...you too, yeah? feels good?” and when your only response is a strangled whimper, he laughs breathlessly and kisses your neck, grabbing your hips to pull you back into his next thrust.
just like that, your whole body goes taut with liquid heat, shuddering involuntarily as your climax courses through you, soaking the sheets and keigo’s cock and making your hole spasm around him. he makes a raw noise, just on the edge of a mewl, and in another quick, shallow cant of his hips he’s cumming too, muffling his noises against your shoulder as his hot, sticky load fills you.
afterwards, before bothering to clean up, he holds you, not saying anything—just stroking the crown of your head, topaz eyes almost catlike when they’re half-lidded in satisfaction like this.
inevitably, your warm, soft body against his will tempt him into a doze, before a thoughtless shift of your weight presses you back against his soft cock, and he comes alive again, as he always does for you. you’re his perfect drug, the kind that doesn’t hurt to chase and to fall into, over and over again—until every inch of his skin sings with how much he adores every inch of yours.
Note: I know I should be working on something else (like a story for a different character from a separate fandom for example lol) but I honestly couldn't resist the want to do this prompt for Hawks after posting the one for Deku earlier 😅
Enjoy!
P.S. Please let me know who else I should do this kiss prompt for as I am willing to do any characters that you guys want me to do it for!
Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x reader
Genre: Fluff
Prompt(s): Prompt 45. from this prompt list - A lingering kiss before a long trip apart
Warnings: Contains some spoilers from when Hawks is infiltrating the league
WC: 635
Fanfiction Masterpost
"I don't like this K..." you mutter as you look out the window looking over the city as you wait for him to leave for his undercover mission.
His undercover mission to infiltrate the League of Villains.
"I know you don't dove," Keigo replies from behind you. "but I have to do this."
You turn to him, seeing him pack a bag of clothes.
"Do you though?" you question. "This is literally a suicide mission K. How can the commission just send you to infiltrate the-"
"I know you're worried..." he states cutting you off mid-sentence as he grabs your hand in his, causing you to look up into his gold eyes as he stares at you. "but I have to do this..."
"I know K, I just..." you hesitate, your eyes moving down to look at your intertwined fingers. "I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Baby bird look at me..." he commands softly as you feel his hand go under your chin, causing you to look up at him again. "I promise that I'll be alright."
"You can't possibly promi-"
He cuts you off again. "I know..."
"But you know as well as I do that we have to stop All For One and Shigaraki before it's too late... and me infiltrating the League is the best thing we can do right now to find out what their plans are."
He's right...
With the public losing trust in Hero Society and All Might literally being forced to retire after his battle with All For One, the heroes are running out of options in putting an end to the League's terror...
Keigo's done many missions like this where he goes undercover, infiltrating villain organizations, finding out where their hideouts are, finding out what their plans are, finding out everything he can about the organization before finally taking them down from the inside.
But this is the League of Villains we're talking about here.
The most dangerous group of villains in Japan...
All you want to do is go to the head of the commission and convince her that you can go with Keigo, be his partner in all of this, getting as much information as you can about what their up to.
But you know what would happen if you were to do that...
You know more than anyone that Keigo is more than qualified to do this mission alone and without you...
You just don't like the thought of him alone with any of the members of the League...
Especially Dabi and Shigaraki...
You sigh, knowing that he's right and that if you continue to argue, he's not going to listen to you.
"I still don't like it..." you whisper. "but you're right..."
"That's my girl." Keigo smiles as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple as he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly.
You stay in his arms for a moment, your cheek pressed up against his chest, just relishing in the feeling of being in his arms as you know that you won't be able to do this for a while...
"Can you promise me something, K?" you ask after a moment.
"Anything." he replies gently.
You lift your head from his chest so that you can look up into his gold eyes again. "Promise me that if anything goes wrong... anything at all... that you'll get out of there...?"
Keigo stares into your eyes for a moment before leaning forward, his lips brushing against your slightly, lingering there for just a moment.
"I promise baby bird." he whispers against your lips before pressing his lips against yours in a sweet, passionate kiss, sealing his promise.
You kiss him back, knowing that he will do everything in his power to fulfill his promise to you, no matter what.
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Can I have meeting room fuck with Keigo, like the guy has Y/n in his lap the whole time with his fingers in her hero uniform. So when everyone leaves he locks the door he take her there.
Please (^v^)/
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Feathers in the Boardroom
FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader
SUMMARY Keigo makes sure you’re the only one paying attention during a painfully boring hero meeting, with his fingers doing all the talking under the table.
CONTENT WARNINGS explicit sexual content, fingering, public setting/voyeurism risk, uniform kink, dirty talk, rough handling, light choking, creampie
AUTHORS NOTE alright eye anon... I see what you're bringing to the table and I'm liking it 😏
You’d been dating Keigo long enough to know he was dangerous in more ways than one. Not just in battle, but in the way he could make you melt with a single smirk — in the way his hands seemed to gravitate to your hips, your thighs, your ass no matter who was watching.
Dating the number two hero was an exercise in patience. He liked risks. He liked knowing you could get caught. And judging from the smug gleam in his golden eyes the moment you walked into this strategy meeting, he was already planning something.
The conference room was packed wall to wall with pro heroes and sidekicks, papers and comm tablets scattered across the table. Keigo sat at the far end, the picture of relaxed confidence, wings folded loosely behind him. You’d barely taken your seat beside him before his hand was on your knee under the table.
Then, without warning, he pulled you sideways into his lap.
You stiffened, eyes darting around. No one seemed to notice — or if they did, they didn’t say anything. Keigo’s arm came around your waist, holding you against the broad plane of his chest, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder as if he was just getting comfortable.
“Relax,” he murmured against your ear, breath hot enough to make you shiver. “We’re just listening, right?”
Except you weren’t. Not when his hand slid up your thigh, fingers skating over the seam of your hero uniform until they found the hidden zipper along your hip. A subtle tug, and the fabric parted just enough for his fingertips to slip inside.
You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek when he pressed between your folds, stroking lazily, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. The dull thud of your heartbeat filled your ears as someone across the table started a long-winded speech about patrol rotations.
Keigo’s thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles while two fingers slid inside you. His free hand kept you pinned to his lap, his breath ghosting over your neck, lips brushing your ear when he whispered, “Don’t you dare make a sound.”
The more you tried to stay still, the more he pushed — curling his fingers deep, dragging them out so slowly you swore your muscles trembled around him. Every time you clenched, his chest rumbled with a quiet chuckle.
Minutes felt like hours. The meeting blurred into a haze of voices and shuffling papers, all while Keigo worked you closer and closer, his thumb pressing harder, fingers pumping deeper. When the discussion finally wound down, your legs were already trembling.
People began gathering their things, chairs scraping back. Keigo withdrew his hand, leaving you empty and aching, and you almost groaned at the loss. He simply licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on yours, before setting you back in your chair.
When the door shut behind the last hero, the air changed.
Keigo rose in one smooth motion, turning the lock with a sharp click. His wings flared slightly as he stalked back toward you, his smirk gone — replaced by something hotter, hungrier.
“Up,” he ordered.
You barely had time to stand before he spun you and pressed you over the table, scattering folders and pens. The zipper on your uniform went down in one harsh pull, the cool air of the room making your skin prickle.
Keigo’s hands gripped your hips, dragging you back against the hard line of his cock still trapped in his uniform. “All meeting, I had to listen to that crap while you sat there dripping on my fingers,” he growled. “Now I’m gonna get what I want.”
The sound of his belt unbuckling made your breath hitch. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock slid through your slick folds, smearing himself in your wetness before pushing in. The stretch burned just right, pulling a muffled cry from you as he bottomed out in one deep thrust.
“Fuck—tight,” Keigo hissed, one hand coming up to press between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the table. “You missed me, huh? Could feel it. Clenching on me the whole time.”
He set a ruthless pace, hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty room. Papers fluttered to the floor with every jolt. His grip on your hip was bruising, pulling you back to meet every thrust.
When you gasped his name, he leaned over you, mouth at your ear. “You wanted this too. Sitting in my lap, letting me touch you in front of all of them.” His hand slid up to your throat, fingers curling just enough to make your pulse pound. “Bet you’d let me fuck you in there with the door wide open if I told you to.”
Your orgasm hit hard, the tight coil in your belly snapping with a cry you couldn’t hold back. Your body clenched around him, dragging a groan from his chest. He drove into you a few more times before spilling deep inside, hips pressing flush to yours as his wings shivered and spread wide.
For a moment, you just lay there, breathing hard, his hand stroking lazily over your lower back. Then he pulled out, tucking himself away, and zipped up your uniform with a casual flick like nothing had happened.
Keigo’s smirk returned as he leaned down to steal a kiss. “Meeting adjourned.”
he finishes so hard that at first all he can do is cling to you and rub his leaky cock along your slit, smearing his cum over your already soaked folds as he’s groaning against your neck.
but with his endless stamina, it’s barely five minutes before you feel him get hard again, his mushroom tip bumping against your inner thigh. your pussy is sticky with slick and spit and cum, and it takes him no effort at all to slide back into you and moan when your walls flutter weakly around him. you’re overstimulated and dazed and you can only lie there as his hips stutter.
you’re so messy and wet down there that at first his dick slips right out of you, the fat head nudging your clit and smearing your inner thighs with pre. he has to wrap his fist around the thick base and guide his cock back into you, keeping a firm hold on your thigh with his free hand to keep you spread open for him.
globs of cum keep dripping from your spasming hole, but keigo uses his fingers and his cock to keep you nice and stuffed with his spend, and the squelch that sounds each time he bottoms out inside of you is obscenely loud.
“gotta make sure it doesn’t come out, sweetheart, gotta fill you up with my kids—get you knocked up so your belly gets all swollen and round, yeah?”
contains smut. gn!reader. sub!keigo. post-war. boot humping. humiliation. “mr. president” as a title/nickname.
keigo takami is half-sprawled on your bedroom floor, as dishelved as you’ve ever seen him.
his bangs tumble over his face and fall into his eyes, hazy with arousal and darkened from glassy gold to sepia. his suit jacket is discarded on the floor, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. hot breaths whoosh from half-parted lips, tacky with drool, and as he stares up at you from under his lashes, a single ragged syllable falls from his lips.
“please.”
the tip of your shiny black boot nudges into the prominent bulge denting his slacks, and his cock twitches. keigo’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he inhales sharply, eyelids fluttering. “ngh...”
taking the cue, your shoe presses down harder. keigo barely restrains a groan as more precum wets the front of his boxers, leaking from his swollen cockhead. “fuckin’ hell, baby,” he breathes. “who knew you were so mean, huh?”
you hum, withdrawing the pressure of your foot over his hard-on. “is that any way to talk to me?”
“no, no...” his reaction is immediate, panic flaring in his gaze as the stimulation, however paltry, disappears. his hands strain against the strip of rope binding them behind his back; he wants to reach for you, but his wrists meet only the coil of rough fiber. “’m sorry, honey. keep...keep touching me, will ya? please?”
“hmm,” you muse, tapping the platform heel of your left boot against the ground rhythmically. keigo’s eyes are drawn irresistibly to the movement.
his cock jumps again, and hisses out a quiet “fuck” under his breath, pressing his thighs together. it only serves to remind him of the sticky mess in his underwear, of the tightness in his heavy balls. he longs to ease the ache with his fist, or better yet, yours—not that you’d ever indulge him when you’re in this mood. he momentarily gets lost in the image of your tight hole squeezing around his length, sucking him in, but snaps quickly back to the present at the sound of your voice.
“i don’t know, mr. president. do you deserve it?”
christ. that title, falling from your perfect lips, is like a dose of sugar on the tip of his tongue, spreading to his palette and down his throat, filling his whole body with a delicious rush of arousal. it’s intensified by his utter lack of control over the situation, and of your positions: him, sitting on the floor with his legs open and his cock straining through his pants; you, seated regally on the bed, looking down at him with the faintest hint of a smirk on your pretty mouth, an expression that drives him off the wall.
does he deserve your touch? keigo can hardly be sure, but he does know that he wants it—craves it, like a junkie for their fix, like a dog for its owner. so he nods, stumbling over his words as he pants out, “yeah, please, baby, i’ll do anything—fuck, i need you so bad, babe, can’t wait—”
“anything?” you say in a silky tone, one that would make keigo, in any right mind, freeze. instead, he snaps his head up and down, shifting back and forth in a fruitless attempt to ease the tension on his throbbing cock.
“anything, darlin’, anything for you—”
you uncross your legs, planting both boots solidly on the floor. “and what if i still say no, mr. president?”
that nickname again, sinfully sweet dripping off your lips. keigo nearly sobs from sexual frustration. “fuck, then let me do it myself, please, i need it so fuckin’ bad i’m going crazy.”
“do what yourself?”
keigo feels like he’s losing his mind. “touch myself, use your boot, i don’t give a damn—”
“use my boot?” you repeat, and a slow smile teases the corners of your lips, so sexy that keigo thinks he could cum on the spot. “really? well, you should’ve asked sooner. go right ahead, mr. president.”
“h-huh? you...” keigo blinks, heartrate kicking up. “you mean it?”
“of course. come here.” you thump your heel against the ground, gesturing him forward.
“oh, thank you. thank you, thank you, fuck.” he’s crawling forward on his knees before you’ve had the chance to finish, your shoe slipping between his open thighs, pressing up against his erection. he falls heavily onto his haunches, your boot wedged under him, moaning as his face comes to rest against the side of your leg, nose nudging against the place where your thigh meets your knee.
“uhn...” his hips cant forward before he even really registers it, grinding the length of his cock against the tough black leather. the sensation makes his tongue loll out of his mouth, so eager he is for relief. “ugh, shit, that’s—hah, ah...”
each forward drive of his hips drags his cock against your boot. it’s simultaneously more than he can handle and not enough at all, muddling his mind with swirls of pleasure-pain that cloud out all his thoughts. in a matter of moments, he’s a mess, groaning into the soft meat of your thigh as he fucks your shoe.
“baby, baby, oh...i needed this, need it so fuckin’ bad, gotta cum so bad it hurts—thank you, thank you, th-thank you, agh, f-feels so good—my cock feels so damn good—”
his head spins in dizzying loops, like a puppy chasing its own tail, around and around until he’s so drunk on the sensations that he can’t even form words anymore, just gasping your name between stuttering thrusts and whines of pleasure. as he gets closer and closer to the edge, his belly going hot and his balls tightening, he starts to keen.
“don’t cum,” you order above him, watching his eyes squeeze shut and mouth hang open as he chases his orgasm. “not until i—”
your warning comes too late. with a cry, keigo’s cock spurts in his pants, hot ropes of cum staining his boxers and seeping through his slacks, wetting the sleek fabric between his thighs. he trembles, your boot clamped between his legs, hands straining against their bindings, and it’s only when he starts to return to earth, a dumb, drunken smile stretched across his face, do your words sink in, and his expression freezes.
“b-babe,” he says frantically as you lean over, features stony, and tug down the zipper of his fly, shoving his pants down his hips to assess the mess he left. “i didn’t mean to, i swear, it just felt so good, and i—”
“mr. president,” you tut, shaking your head with a barely-suppressed smile, examining the wet patch across the front of his boxers, the ruddy head of his cock poking out from under the waistband. “what are we going to do with you?”
𐙚 older boyfriend!keigo picks you up after your afternoon college classes, casual clothing because he specifically told the commission he’s “off duty to pick up his darlin’ girl.”
he then picks up a hoodie and sunglasses on the way because you told him he’d cause a ruckus, fangirls and the press lining up to see him (as if his wings won’t give him away immediately).
he meets you in a small, low-populated area of campus, watching you from above as you look around for him and check your phone for any updates. once you find him, you smile and wave, keigo landing “gracefully” before you.
he gives you the biggest bear hug, wings fluttering as you tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.
“miss me, lovey? how was school, hm?” he asks, reaching for your bag slung loose on your shoulder. throwing it over his own, he sweetly kisses your cheeks, pestering you with more questions.
𐙚 older boyfriend!keigo who drives you around to all your favorite places. he buys you everything you want, even the ones you slightly glance at through the display window. he couldn’t care less that you love to splurge, in fact, he indulges it happily (and he’s probably worse himself).
his favorite thing to buy you though, however, are sweet treats. sitting down in a small cafe (after renting it out for just the two of you), you share a small crepe, soft wrapping and warm nutella filling with fresh strawberries and bananas enriching the sweet flavor. it’s honestly a race between who can eat more — both of you have forever-unsatisfied sweet tooths.
“i’m gonna use the bathroom real quick, don’t eat it all,” he says, placing a quick peck on your lips before dashing off. when he’s back, he’s betrayed to see the crepe gone, only a sliver left behind. he looks at the piece, your innocent little smile, and back at the piece.
“i thought i told you to save some,” he sulks, wings deflating as he pulls his chair back and slouches.
“i did! right there,” you smile, pointing to the sad little piece with some whipped cream in the corner of your mouth, cheeks full and content.
“yer tryna starve me, aren’t you,” he cries.
“you could’ve ordered two, y’know,” you giggle.
“that’s actually so smart! thank you baby, yer a genius,” he exclaims, kissing your forehead before standing up to order another (you end up eating most of the second and he orders a third to-go, planning to hide it from you in his fridge).
𐙚 older boyfriend!keigo, who loves eating meals with you anywhere. five-star michelin, fast food, take out, he absolutely adores anything.
although, one of his favorites would be at fancy restaurants. he loves seeing you get all dolled up with everything he’s spoiled you with, loves seeing your face light up at the extravagant display of the restaurant you go to. however, looking at the menu, you worry a bit.
“keigo, ‘s too expensive here…” you mumble, taking his hand across the table with brows furrowed. he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers lightly.
“don’t worry about it, sweets. order anything y’like,” he replies with a sincere smile.
his #1 favorite though? cooking at home with you.
he cooks what he knows, learns new recipes, and makes all your favorite dishes without you having to ask. sitting at the island table, you watch as your head is propped on your hands, eyes never leaving his figure.
“need something?” he smirks, noticing his little one-woman audience. it’s especially bad if he wears a compression shirt with those sweats he knows drive you insane, and extremely worse when you’re ovulating.
“yer staring at me like yer gonna eat me alive,” he chuckles, placing a pan on the stove as he grabs more things from the cabinet, focus strictly on the food.
“kiss, please?” you ask, eyes wide and waiting. he only laughs, setting everything down and turning down the stove.
“tryna burn down the house now, are ya?” he jokes, walking over to you. “no matter, i have another,” he mutters before cupping your jaw. he kisses you deeply, almost as if he’s missed their touch even just a couple minutes away from them.
his hands stay on your jaw, one of yours tangling in his messy hair as the other strokes his wing. he gives a broken chuckle, pulling away.
“yer dangerous, love,” he says in a low voice. “let’s finish dinner first, yeah? after that, ‘m all yours.”
𐙚 older boyfriend!keigo who treats you like you’re his world. you’re curled up in bed, too weak and in pain to get up. keigo only gives you the space you need, checking in every now and then.
“refill your tea?” “tuck you in again?” “anything you wanna eat?” “need help going to the bathroom?”
he makes sure you’re attended to without you needing to lift a finger. even on days when he’s away, or you’re too irritable to deal with anybody, he sends a couple feathers your way. one sneaks in through the space under the door, lightly tickling your cheek.
“hi, keigo,” you groan. “i’m okay, haven’t eaten anything yet, can’t stomach anything down,” you mumble. keigo listens as he’s walking to a nearby cafe, looking for something small to satisfy you.
the feather in your bed floats away to your window, squeezing under it and pushing it open. soon after, a couple more feathers come in carrying small things keigo’s bought for you — a pastry, water, candy, a heat pack, and (ironically enough) a small plushie of him. there’s no rush, no scramble, no confusion — everything is calm and collected because keigo knows by heart how to take care of you.
the feathers place each item gently on the nightstand beside you. one more floats in with a tiny note, scribbled in keigo’s handwriting.
“rest up, love. i’ll be back again soon. i’ll keep this feather with you, let me know if you need anything. i love you! — keigo :)”
you giggle and place the note on your nightstand. the feather that brought it tickled the tip of your nose, just as keigo would kiss it before he leaves, and lays just above your head on the pillow.
“thank you, keigo,” you mumble before drifting off to sleep with a full heart. “love you, too.”
on your rooftop, he kisses the golden pendant resting on his chest, part of a matching set he’d gotten you for your anniversary.
“i love you more.” and older boyfriend!keigo always means it.
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Boyfriend!Keigo is absolutely an acts of service boyfriend. He wants you to have as much time as humanly possible for whatever makes you happy. If you had 24 hours a day of free time, it still wouldn't be enough.
Boyfriend!Keigo loves it when you say his name. No matter how you say it. Angry, happy, sensually, doesn't matter. His name on your lips is like water in a desert. Love is an understatement- he's absolutely OBSESSED with it.
Boyfriend!Keigo would love to bring you to his favorite restaurants. He's always making sure you eat, but he also just loves to share his spots with you. If he likes you, you'll be introduced to 10 new food joints within the year.
Boyfriend!Keigo plans super romantic surprises and dates. Things he's never done before, things you've never done before, and always something creative. He loves knowing he planned something special just for you.
Boyfriend!Keigo is sooo clingy. He really loves you, with all he has, and he'll never let a day pass without letting you know. He was scared at first, of the feeling he had for you, but once he falls he falls HARD. and he'll want you as close to him as possible at all times.
Boyfriend!Keigo would loveeeee to just come and fling himself on you at any time. You're lying on your bed, innocently relaxing? Here comes his heavy ass, plopping on top of you, mumbling a "mmm so comfy. I could sleep riigghhtt here" as you giggle and try to roll him off.
Boyfriend!Keigo would 1,000% send you a bunch of reels/tiktoks/etc all the time and expect you to watch all of them just so you can laugh about it later
Boyfriend!Keigo would send you way too many selfies while working. It's like you get one every single hour. Work doesn't stop this man's attachment to you, he'll be in the middle of something huge and still sending you a quick pic with one hand. He just likes to include you in his day.
Boyfriend!Keigo would buy a little squishmallow or figure for you one day, and then get attached to it. Before long, he's buying both of you cute little things to keep all over your house. He likes the way it sometimes makes him feel like a little kid again.
Boyfriend! Keigo who grew up so touch deprived when you first start showing him physical affection it scared him. But when you started running your fingers through his hair, kissing the corner of his lips softly, or curling up to his chest, he slowly started melting. Now, he wants to touch you at all times. Not even sexually, just to feel you close. Just to know you're there, and that he can hold you.
Boyfriend!Keigo would be SOOOO proud of everything his lover does. He'd brag to anyone that would listen (and even those who wouldn't), even when you don't even think it's all that important. You praise him just as much back, and he loves it. It makes him feel like he's on top of the world.
Boyfriend!Keigo who loves reassurance. Sometimes he gets in his head too much, and worries he's not a good boyfriend. He worries he's not a good person. He's learned, after time spent with you, that all he has to do is tell you how he's feeling and you'll rush in to remind him that he's amazing.
an: hawks get over here NEOW!😍 I love him so much it's actually probably unhealthy. I just wanna hug him every DAY. ( Also This is my apology post for the angst in SOPHD)
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