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@animangacreators Challenge #60: Brothers

❀˖° your bird boyfriends acting a little weird ..

• keigo takami x f!reader

cw ~ established relationship, smut (cunnilingus), rutting!hawks, pet names (baby, sweet girl) fuck i’m so bad at this

word count 2k

“Baby…” Keigo’s voice was rough and deep as he spoke to you. “You smell so fucking good,” he breathed. “It’s driving me crazy.”

You’d paused your stirring as he started speaking, and then turned when he finished his sentence. “Huh?”

His face was completely serious, probably would have been a little scary if this wasn’t Keigo across from you. You watched his body rise and fall with deep, slow breaths. 

“What do you mean, Kei? I’m not… wearing perfume or anything…” you laughed it off, because… what? He’d been acting weird all day. 

Since last night, actually—he was leaving late for patrol, but for some reason he seemed more… hesitant than ever.

“Keigo—” you laughed, turning your face from his. “Enough. You’re gonna be late.” 

“Don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled, before he caught your chin in his hand, kissing you deeply. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you in closer. He had absolutely no intention of moving. As if he didn’t have somewhere to be.

You opened your eyes for a split second after hearing a whoosh, and could only see red. His wings had completely engulfed you—also pulling you against him—as he shifted your bodies, pressing you against the door. 

He pulled away, only to attack your neck. Kissing and nibbling, and you could feel his every breath as they slowly quickened. He was so worked up, what the fuck?

“Kei,” you urged, hating how you sounded like you were enjoying this. He didn’t need to know that. He needed to go to work!

“Fuck, you want me to go when you sound like that?” You could feel him smirking against your skin.

“I’m serious,” you tugged against his jacket. 

He groaned, nibbling your skin a little harder, and then groaning louder—dramatic—before pulling away. You saw the way his eyes stared at your lips hungrily, so you slipped from his grip immediately. 

It was another minute of tugging and kissing before you finally pushed him out the door. 

Then, this morning he was worse. You woke up being locked in his arms, and he clung to you until you both had to actually start being productive. 

His behavior worsened throughout the day, and you’d noticed him being oddly silent as he watched you cook, but didn’t think anything of it until he made that comment.

“It’s not perfume,” he stood up, breathing it in again. “I know it’s you.”

You were honestly starting to get… well, not freaked out—but almost concerned? What was this about?

You covered the pot, dried your hands and turned back against the counter, looking at him. “…Okay? …Keigo, I’m confused. Talk to me.” 

He stayed silent, just staring at you. Breathing so slowly, so deeply. Well, that didn’t help.

You made the mistake of deciding to walk toward him, placing your hands on either side of his face, searching his gaze. “…Baby?” you mumbled. 

His breathing staggered, his wings fluffing behind him before he put his hands on your wrists. Not hard, but just clinging to you. Then, he took your right wrist, placing it right up against his nose as he breathed you in. He took your other hand and placed it against his neck, his own hands finding their familiar place on your waist. 

He kissed your wrist, and as he got closer you could almost hear a faint sound from his throat. A grunt, or something like a whine… almost a hum, as his head ducked right into your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. 

That’s when you realized he was so… warm. No, he was burning. Your hands gripped his shoulders and it felt like he had just been standing in the sun for way too long. You gasped, and he twitched his head up immediately.

“Keigo, you’re burning!” You tried to pull away, but he gripped you tight enough that you could hardly get a step farther. 

“I want you,” he breathed.

“Wh—”

“I want… I need you,” his hot hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing against your bare skin. You could hear that noise again, now close enough to hear the vibration in his throat. It sounded unnatural. His wings started to crowd around you, his body pushing you backwards out of the kitchen. “Too fuckin’ bright,” he mumbled. 

“Keigo, the stove—” before you could even finish your sentence, you heard the faint click of the dial being turned. At least your house wouldn’t burn down. 

He pushed you back into the living room, which, as he said… wasn’t as bright as the kitchen. You never knew that bothered him though…

You soon felt the back of your knees bump into the couch, and you kept yourself up until you realized that’s exactly what he wanted. His hands moved to your hips, laying you down, before he climbed up your body. You probably would have spoken again—but you likely wouldn’t have gotten a response, and there wasn’t a point since you knew what he was doing. 

He lifted your shirt as he moved, and he looked you in the eyes for a moment with pure hunger and need. You heard him quietly breathe out your name. He licked his lips, just before pressing them against the top of your stomach. You had a bra on, and he couldn’t wait long enough to take it off, but he’d take care of those tits later.

Every kiss down your body was wet, and you kept feeling that vibration coming from him, which honestly tingled quite nicely against your skin.

He slid down your body, and you watched the way his face twitched as he reached your hips. 

“God, that smell… I can’t,” he choked out, the words barely recognizable through the thick rattling hum in his chest. He gripped the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them all the way down to your ankles.

He shamelessly ducked right into you, pressing his nose against your clothed clit and breathing you in. He moaned against you, his hands gripping your hips. He was definitely smelling you now, as you’d been getting wet since he kissed your wrist.

“I wanna taste you,” he rasped. Though he said that, he spent a long moment breathing you in, his lips brushing against you faintly—he was desperate for it. He needed to bask in your scent. Savor it. His wings twitched behind him.

“Keigo…” you whined. “Don’t… don’t tease,”

He looked up at you, swallowing hard. His pupils were so dilated they practically covered his entire iris. His brows furrowed like this was too much for him. His hands shook as he hooked them around your panties, sliding them down your legs. He was back between your thighs in a second.

You could definitely hear him really whining now as he slowly slid his tongue up your cunt, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking. 

“Kei—!” you moaned, your hand rushing to grip his hair in one swift movement. 

He groaned deeply in response, the vibration hitting just the right spot. He released your clit, circling his tongue around it before moving to your inner thighs. Teasing, seemingly, but really he just wanted to taste all of you. 

If he had the self-control he’d get you completely bare and simply lick every part of your body. Worship you. For now, though—this will do…

His tongue ran across your skin, kissing up and down one side, then repeating to the other. His hands drifted down to your ass, squeezing and then sliding back up to spread you wider. He was legitimately drooling against you, making a sloppy mess all over your body before he went back to your sweet pussy.

You couldn’t tell if he was trying to speak, but with whatever noises he was making—he was loud. His voice cracked, and he kept trying to look you in the eyes—but his kept rolling back. His hands shook as he kissed your pussy, and he whined roughly as your thighs started gripping against his head. You were getting close, your moans turning to loud embarrassing whimpers. 

You suddenly noticed his nails and how they’d gotten just a bit longer, and sharper. They dug into your skin every few moments—after a few times, the slight pain turned to a sort of pleasure. 

As your back arched over the couch, you could see the way his hips would sporadically buck into nothing. You felt every heated pant of his against your pussy, and could see all your mess against his mouth. 

He needed to devour you. Swallow every bit of your slick, cover you with his saliva. 

His nose rubbed against your clit as he slid his tongue through your folds. His tongue kept running down to your hole, teasing against it before he moved back up and kissed your clit. 

“Baby…” he growled. “I want you to cum for me. I need it. I need it in my mouth,” he moaned as he licked you again. “Do that for me, sweet girl. Please.” 

He kissed your clit, dragging his tongue down your pussy before he reached that hole again. He kept his tongue there this time, his hands reaching to stretch you a little before his tongue dipped inside. He couldn’t stop moaning against you, making such nasty sounds as his tongue slid in and out of you. 

He slipped it out, lapping back up and giving your clit rhythmic sucks before he was back to fucking you with his tongue. 

“Keigo! Don’t stop, fuck!” You felt your orgasm building quickly, your thighs twitching around his head, and oh did he listen to you. 

“Yes, baby, fuck—right on my tongue,” his words muffled against your pussy as you pulsed around his mouth. He kept his pace, letting his tongue sloppily circle around your clit—and as soon as he felt your sweetness spill in his mouth, he was finishing too. 

He cried out against your pussy, the pressure almost overstimulating as you felt him twitch and buck his body into the couch. His wings stretched out, a few feathers gliding to the floor. Your legs went weak, quickly caught by his hands as he still had you spread open.   

As soon as he calmed down, he was back to licking you. 

“K-Kei—!”

“In my mouth,” he reminded you, his voice was deep and strained. He continued going slowly, his hands no longer gripping but sort of massaging against your thighs. You couldn’t help squirming against him, still sensitive. He cleaned you up, though you could tell he took his time and definitely spent a little longer than necessary.

Eventually, he moved, kissing against your thighs again. Then to your lower stomach, looking up at you in a way that had you nervous—because he looked completely unfazed. Just as hungry as when he pushed you onto this couch, as if he didn’t just drown himself in your pussy—as if he didn’t just cream in his pants and had to take a second to catch his uneven breaths.

He leaned his head down, breathing in with his eyes closed, before looking back up. 

“Not enough,” he muttered, the words sounding thick by the vibration still in his throat.

“…W-What? What’s not enough?”

“The taste…” You could see him swallow. “The smell. I need to be closer…” he took you by the waist, gently lifting your body before his grip got harder as he kissed your neck. 

“Need to be inside you,” he nibbled your skin. “Buried deep inside, need to claim you.”

And this was when you finally started thinking. This was obvious from the beginning, but with all his biting and sniffing—him being… distracting… damn. You got annoyed that this didn’t click as soon as he said something about your scent. 

“Keigo…” you gasped, and he lifted his head. “Rut. You’re rutting.” 

He slightly squinted at you, tilting his head, before fully ducking to the other side of your neck.

“Fuck. Kei, y-you could have told me if you were feeling off—I’d have been… helping you…”

“You will.” His kisses moved up toward your jaw, until he reached just the corner of your mouth. “I need to taste you again,” he kissed you.

“And then I need to fuck you. Fill you up. That’ll help me, baby, can you do that for me?” 

It was funny how Keigo didn’t mention the amount of times he would need to do this. Asking so sweetly, knowing it would take about seven rounds for the ache under his skin to leave for even an hour.

Not enough relief for him, and not enough of a break for you.

Not that it mattered, anyway.

“Of course, Kei… I wanna make you feel better.”