𝜗𝜚 your best friend decides to be a little too honest one night
• keigo takami x f!reader
꒰꒰ cw ~ pathetic!pervy!kei, idk what au but one where he's not a hero, flirty(?)!reader, honestly keigo's really ooc but.. it's like that in all my fics basically, suggestive... i guess... he's a weirdo and he lusts over you, you get it !!! ꒱꒱
be warned, i think this is very ass
“I—I mean… sometimes I think of you.”
“…While you’re jerking off?”
Keigo chuckled lazily before sipping his wine. “Yeah… I mean, you… you already know I’m attracted to you.”
“Attracted is one thing, but you jerk off to me.” You tilted your head, smiling like you wanted to giggle. You gave him the better half of your reaction, because the other one was internal—and in complete shock.
You became friends with Keigo about a year ago, from a friend of a friend. He actually only started talking to you because he thought you looked good, and sooner or later the two of you started talking… going on dates…
Unfortunately, you weren’t looking for a relationship. He’s very charming, and handsome, and he was so into you—but it just wasn’t clicking for you. Keigo can catch hints, so that stage quickly failed, but the two of you didn’t stop talking after that.
You became good friends. Best friends, in fact.
And so, you’re his roommate now. An unexpected turn of events—but it happened, and you found out you’re very compatible in that way, at least. Living together.
You adjusted to each other easily, and bonded through coming home exhausted and talking about your day—then everything, and nothing at the same time.
You found it so easy to tell Keigo all these things… You just got so comfortable with him. Even past the conversations—there were times when the two of you hung out and you almost couldn’t help clinging to him.
He’s bigger than you, so maybe that had something to do with it… but it was every time you had the chance.
And of course, he had the bad habit of letting you do whatever you wanted.
Besides holding onto him whenever you were out and there were too many people around, you always wanted to fidget with little things on him. Adjusting his collar, getting dandruff off his hoodies, fixing that one piece of hair that was constantly out of place—
All this is to say he has grown to be a safe space for you. You’d never expect him, of all people, to practically become your emergency contact just a year after meeting him.
Things have been a little different on his end.
Now, you sat on the couch thinking deeply about it—and more so wondering why the fuck you weren’t completely creeped and grossed out.
“…Sorry,” he mumbled, looking directly at you. “Is that… weird?”
You blinked at him. Your silence stressed him out, clearly.
“I mean, it is—but it’s weirder for me to… tell you—”
“What do you think about?” you blurted.
You shrugged, biting back a smirk. “You jerk off to me. What do you think about?”
He frowned. “Just, uh… just you.”
“Yeah, but what???” you groaned.
“You want me to… tell you my fantasies or something?” He was now chugging the rest of his wine, so you could tell he was real nervous.
“You already told me you stroke your dick to me, so.”
“Don’t say it like that…” he mumbled.
“That’s what you do!” you giggled before softening your voice. “Come on. Please?”
He breathed heavily. “It’s uh, usually your voice.”
“…Not my body?” You raised your brows.
“I mean, I like… your legs, too…” He shrugged.
“Your mouth.” He finally spat out. “Your lips, it’s… it’s normal shit, I’m not… that weird.” He looked down.
“Maybe if you say it enough times, that’ll be true,” you snickered.
“Are… are you joking? Are you… uncomfortable? Because, I can… just shut up, I mean—”
“No. I don’t care. I’m just curious, at this point…” you shrugged.
He was almost glued to his side of the couch, eyes avoiding yours and yet simultaneously… wanting to look at you. He sighed before he spoke again.
“I like your hands. When you… touch my hair…” His own hands fidgeted as he spoke. “It feels good. It’s just because it’s you, your… fingers… I think about it…”
You nodded softly, your mind immediately racing to every damn time you played with his hair. It’s soft, you couldn’t help yourself! Well, neither could he, apparently.
“How… long have you…” You didn’t bother to finish the sentence. Just from the way he looked at you, that twinge of guilt in his eye, you knew it would be a bad answer. Bad for him, mainly.
“It… I mean, I didn’t just do it and made you all I think of from day one—it was, I mean, it progressed over time.”
“I just… you should know I wasn’t obsessed—I mean, I’m not now—but from the beginning—”
“But that early on?” You raised your brows. “After day one you just decided to touch yourself to me? After first sight?” you giggled.
“It’s not that simple,” he huffed. “It was… like, when we went to the movies. Probably that night. That’s just how it started—”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“Until it… wasn’t.” You shook your head. “What did it for you that night? God, I barely remember that…”
It wasn’t anything special, really. It wasn’t even a proper date between the two you, it was more of a double date plus two other friends who decided to come along. Ironically enough, what you do remember is that night being when you realized you couldn’t see yourself with this guy.
“Just… when I drove you home, and you were so grateful. You hugged me really tight before you went into your house, and… yeah. That’s it.”
“A hug,” you said, your tone a little more… judgmental than intended.
“You… pressed your body into me, and rubbed my back and all that—it was just you.” He breathed deeply, his hand fidgeting against his knee.
“I mean, I wasn’t trying to… seduce you.” You dragged your words out. He looked at you with a blank expression.
“Yeah, I know, that’s the thing,” he bit his lip. “You’re… so… fucking hot, you don’t even try—” He pushed his hair out of his face.
“Well, sometimes I do.” You posed, making a joke—but he clearly wasn’t in the mood for that.
“I can’t help it. Every time you… every time you touch me, I just… it wakes something up in me…” He stared off into the void as he spoke. “Nothing compares to you. Nobody. And… fuck, believe me, I-I’ve searched—”
“What, like, went on dates?”
“Dates… tried one night stands, tried… fuck, porn of… women who look like you.” He looked at you for a second. “It’s not the same, it’s never the same.”
You could only laugh at him again. You completely took him for a… sweetheart, a loverboy. Even doubted he’s ever even slept with anyone. Yet here he is, going on about how he’s been… gooning to you for the past year.
“Guess I’m… special, then.”
“I’ve never met a woman who could simply put her hands in my hair, and I could think of that and cum on the spot,” he rasped. “Yeah. I think you’re… special.”
“Keigo… you’re, like, a real pervert.”
“I know…” he mumbled, his voice slightly cracking. He looked you over for a long moment, before sitting up and speaking again. “You’re so pretty.”
“If… I mean, if we weren’t talking about this now—After this, I would probably go to my room and… cum so many fucking times just from you looking like this.”
You looked down at yourself. Literal pajamas, nothing even revealing, and god knows what’s going on with your hair right now.
“What’s… doing it for you… right now?”
“Your face. Your voice. The fact that… you’re even… talking to me about this…” he mumbled, swallowing and shamelessly looking over your body again.
“Keigo…” You looked at him more seriously. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Kei.”
“I know—” he sighed. “I don’t… want you to.” Surprisingly enough, he sounded pretty honest now. No hesitation there.
“Just… letting you know…” You got quiet, suddenly. You could tell it made him nervous because his eyes were now darting across everything but you. Due to his roaming eyes on your body, you couldn’t help looking at him—and noticing the… effects of him admitting his bad habit.
A bulge in his pants, and a big one at that. Big enough for you to even notice in the first place, at least.
It took a lot for you to not react. That just made everything feel… real. Not that you didn’t believe him, but it’s one thing to hear him say it, and another for… his body to show himself literally being accustomed to getting turned on by you. For him to think of these things, and can’t help but fidget and try to ignore the ache in his pants.
“You’ll have to handle that yourself.” You caught his gaze, then looked down at him again, and his whole body shifted away from you.
His breath picked up. “Y—Yeah, I didn’t… I wasn’t…”
“Right…” You got up, unable to hold back your giggles.
He simply looked up at you.
“Come on. I’m serious. Go. Deal with yourself.”
He blinked a few seconds before getting up quickly, looking at you with an expression of… concern? Sort of. “Are you… a-are you upset?”
“What?” You crossed your arms. “No. I’m telling you to go jerk off.”
“Yeah, but…” he mumbled. He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.
He shrugged. “I don’t… I shouldn’t have said anything, really. I don’t want anything to change between us. I really… I like what we have and I just… fuck, I mean, I just want you so bad sometimes—”
The sudden stern honesty in his voice caught you off guard for a moment, warmth creeping up in your gut. “Nothing’s gonna change,” you spoke softly. “So… just go.”
He sighed, before nodding. You didn’t wait for him, as you already started walking to your room—before you paused.
His eyes flicked up to yours immediately.
You took a few steps back toward him, standing in front of him again. “Think about my hands.” You raised them, wiggling your fingers at him playfully. “Not that you ever needed my permission…but, y’know.”
You chuckled, but he was silent and just… watching you.
“I mean, I should have some control over this now that I know, right?”
He hummed, one of his hands twitching at his side before he raised it toward yours. He placed his hand under yours, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. It was a slow moment, but somehow also seemed to last barely a second before he pulled away.
He mumbled the words as he walked away, only looking back as he closed his bedroom door.
꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒꒱ thank you for reading!!!! first fic in a while and i really don't like this at all. sigh... it was rotting in my drafts and it was the only thing that was basically finished out of the 7 things in working on!!! this tumblr writing shit gets serious. i'll work hard, i'll do better, I PROMISE!!! my account has grown a lot despite me being gone so i'm a little nervous now... this tumblr shit gets REAL serious!
