Lost in a Fictional World

You are poring over stacks of documents, eyes scanning quickly top-to-bottom to find relevant information. Kaz has his ear pressed against the front of a safe, gloved hand twisting the lock. You move around him in the cramped office space with relative ease, grabbing more files to read on the desk.

It doesn't take long for the safe to swing open.

“No safe is safe from Kaz Brekker, the safe-cracker, huh?” you comment. A light, teasing smile decorates your lips.

“Please never say that sentence again.”

To Wylan's surprise, the ever-frowning Dirtyhands smiles. Not the half-hearted hospitable smile he occasionally gives out, or the scary half-sneer half-smirk that is so intimidating it scares even Wylan sometimes. No, a genuine, amused smile. It is so unnatural that he has to look away, a hand clasped over his mouth in shock.

When he tells Jesper, the taller man mirrors his reaction, dark eyes blown wide and jaw unhinged.

“He smiled?” Jesper gives an incredulous stare as if Wylan has just told him that he is a member of the Council of Tide—which is impossible with Wylan's lack of Grisha ability, let alone tidemaking. “He smiled over that?”

Wylan nods enthusiastically.

“We are talking about the same Kaz?”

“Are there any other Kaz that we know?” Wylan sighs.

“Well, no—”

“I think we have to proceed with the plan,” Wylan ponders. Jesper blinks widely.

“The plan?”

“Nina's plan!” Wylan looks at Jesper as if he's just gotten a strike of inspiration, hand in the air, pointing at nothing in particular. “Operation Kaz and ____. Remember?”

Jesper remembers. It was so ridiculous that it remains impossible to remove from his memory to this day, even though it was mentioned in passing.

Nina, flushed red from too many drinks, suddenly shoots her hand up, flailing it limply. The founder of the idea seems to have a plan ready to set in motion.

“We are the gods of love!” She drunkenly declares, free hand moves to tap Wylan's cheeks repeatedly. “And as the benevolent gods that we are, our first mission is them.”

Nina pushes Wylan's face towards you and Kaz, sat at the bar, deep in conversation. The rest of the Crows followed suit, realising Nina's suggestion. She stumbles over drunkenly and with little-to-no care on making it look as natural or accidental as she can, "trips" over her foot and falls forward.

You take the brunt of the force, being pushed forward that you fall onto Kaz. The latter glares at Nina, hand coming to your shoulder to steady you.

“My bad.... It seems I've lost my balance,” she slurs. “Oh! Would you look at that? The two of you would make quite a pair, don't you think so, Matthias?”

Matthias raises an eyebrow, already hauling Nina with him to get back to their table.

“Poor Helvar,” says Kaz simply, nudging you to get back on the barstool.

“He doesn't seem to mind,” you retort, noting Matthias' loving gaze as he escorts Nina.

It doesn't take long before the chaos settles, leaving you and Kaz, still engaging in conversation as the last patrons leave the Crow Club.

“We would make a good pair, huh?” You tease, reaching over to brush your hand against his, leather soft under your palm. “You think so?”

Kaz looks at you pointedly, tugging your left hand towards him, fingers pressing on the small diamond adorning your ring finger. “Would I have given you this, if I didn't?”

Smooth with his words without even trying. A trait you find both annoying and endearing after all the years you've been together.

“I mean you have a lot of diamonds lying around—”

“Schatje.”

“Yes?” All train of thought immediately halts on its tracks. The petname has a hold over you that he oh-so-often uses as leverage. You pout. “Stop distracting me.”

He smiles—soft and uncharacteristic, contradictory to the harsh rasp of his voice and the rough scars on his skin. He smiles a smile he reserves only for your eyes, and you're falling for it, a hundred times over.

two. the demjin.

You don't like when Kaz gets like this—all wrung up over a waivable matter. It reminds you a lot of what he had to be before, the things he had to do and what Dirtyhands actually stood for. Not at all akin to the Kaz Brekker you know—the one who immediately comes whenever one of your crew is threatened, the one who stays up with you as you wait for the rest of your little heist crew to return, the one who goes out of his way to collect little trinkets to bring home to you.

You are hurt, shallow cuts all over your body from a little dagger scuffle with a mercenary, but you're a member of the Dregs—this, you can take. A little Heartrender magic and some bandages, you will recover in no time.

“You're back.”

Kaz stops and you look over him to find his knuckles bloodied, hair stuck out of place and clothes disheveled.

“You're alright, schatje?”

His room at the Slat isn't big contrary to popular belief. He sinks into his chair with a huge sigh. You're watching him three steps away from the edge of his bed.

“What did you do?”

He shrugs, tugging his coat off. “Business.”

“You went after them.”

“It was one part of the business.” He pulls at his gloves, shedding them into the trash—too bloodied for him to bother cleaning. “Are you sure you're alright?”

You tuck your hands into your elbows, displeasure visible across your features. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Kaz.”

“They deserved it,” he stubbornly says. “I had to make sure they know not to involve themselves with us. You understand. Besides, I'm alright.”

“I do understand,” you relent. It is business. The Barrell doesn't stop for poets or musicians or lovers, no, it thrives off of the back of violence, taking an eye for an eye. “I just wish that you were here when I woke up.”

His shoulders loosen and he is your Kaz again. Not the one molded by Ketterdam, birthed at its harbour. He's the man so in love that he will dry the seas for you if you say the word. Kaz takes your hands. They are warm on his skin and his heart swells.

“I am sorry, schatje.”

You kneel in front of him, leaning your elbows on his thighs to press a brief kiss on his lips. “Let's stay off business for a while.”

“Kaz?” A sound outside the door, followed by three raps. “Are you in there?”

“He is, Jesper. Give us a moment,” you reply.

You hear hushed whispers—both low voices, so you assume it's Wylan. Your suspicion is confirmed when the second voice sounds from behind the door.

“No, we—no, Jes—don't have anything urgent. We simply wanted to know if he is well. Take your time. We'll be going now.”

“Good night, Wylan,” you reply, immediately hearing fading footsteps soon after.

“Fifty kruge says they're already together,” says Jesper, out of your earshot.

Wylan rolls her eyes. “Fifty on them not dating yet.”

Jesper immediately clasps Wylan's hand with a loud “Deal!”

iii. the marketplace.

“Busybodies,” Kaz complained, walking a step behind you as you're treading through the Ketterdam food market. “They are not even hiding. In broad daylight. How have they never gotten caught before?”

“Kaz, my love.” You are trying not to laugh as you're picking and choosing fruits. “They usually do a better job on actual missions.”

They refer to your five lovely friends who have decided to tail you as you're coming down to the market. Kaz is the first to take notice—blurry figures moving erratically ten steps behind you.

“I should assign them something to do instead of... whatever it is they're currently doing.”

“They're curious.” You shrug, handing over a few slips of Kruge to the seller and leaving with your bag five apples heavier. “We've been acting suspicious lately. They'll find out soon enough.”

“I'll bet Inej finds out first.” Kaz nudges your fingers with his, taking the bag from you as he matches his step with yours. “The Wraith does a better job at spying.”

“My bet is Matthias.” An unlikely one. He's probably the least nosy out of the five.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a small nook, squuezed between buildings and he presses a kiss on your lips. One turns to two and you're smiling like a lovesick fool when he pulls away.

“We're being followed and you pull this?”

“Schatje, our pursuers are horrendously bad at this.” He shrugs, pulling away. You resume your trek through the market. “Look. They've lost us.”

iv. the marriage certificate.

“Fake IDs,” Kaz says, pointing at the towering Fjerdan. “You'll be collecting them from Anika.”

Matthias doesn't mind running errands, although he does think that he'll be better suited for physical fights other than fetching papers, but he doesn't argue. It seems he is doing more than simply fetching papers though.

“That is real?” He asks Anika, pointing at a marriage certificate she has on her desk. Marriage certificates are mundane enough not to warrant this type of reaction, but it is the name that shocks even him to the core. Kaz Brekker and you, married?

“As real as can be around here.” Anika scrambles to hide it away. “Here are your IDs. Don't tell anyone about it.”

In Matthias' defense, he doesn't end up telling just anyone. He tells Nina and Nina is the one telling everyone else. Within a week, every member of the Crows have known about it.

Wylan hands Jesper slips of fifty kruge, grumbling that this is unfair. Nina looks like spring has just arrived. Inej is probably the least reactive—but that is because she's already found out long before the others. She's the Wraith after all. Matthias is anxious. For all everyone knows, he is the one responsible for the news.

You strut into the dining room, seeing everyone gathered and raise an eyebrow.

“Why are you all here?”

“We want to ask—”

Before Nina can finish her sentence, Jesper blurts out. “You're married?”

You chuckle, shrugging. “You found out.”

“How long?”

“Kaz? Really?”

“How did that happen?”

A series of questions that you don't actually answer. You stand there, leaning on the back of one of the wooden chairs situated in the room—remorseless to your very core.

“Ask him about it.”

That ends the discussion. None of them will actually ask him about it and even if any of them actually finds the courage to, the likelihood of Kaz answering anything that's not a sarcastic remark or a threat is close to none.

“How did you find out anyway?”

Everyone points towards Matthias and to the Fjerdan's horror, Nina's pointer finger finds him, too.

You only smile, silently planning to brag to your spouse that you've won your bet.

Image of Kaminari from chapter 58, edited by me.

Hawks groggily opens his eyes and tries to blink his tiredness away, slowly stretching his wings while he lays on his stomach. He looks up to the red digits on his alarm clock and suppresses a groan when he sees that it’s not even 4 AM.

Turning onto his side, he drapes his big, red wings across the side of the bed, his feathers brushing against the wood floor of your shared bedroom.

His position leaves him with his face turned to your back. Watching the way your body slowly rises and relaxes against the sheets with every breath you take causes a soft smile to stretch across his face.

Finally you would have a relaxing day together. The Hero Commission finally gave him his hard-earned day off and he wanted to spend every minute with you by his side.

Sadly, he didn’t get to start this day with a good portion of sleep like he wanted to. Trying to fall back asleep, he feels a familiar hardness between his legs.

Inwardly groaning, he tries to shift into a more comfortable position, which only leads to his aching cock getting the delicious friction it so desperately needed.

“Get it together. You’re a grown man. Morning wood should not be a thing you should be struggling with at your age,” the winged hero thinks to himself. His eyes flit over to your body, your back still turned to him.

Usually you would be enthusiastic about helping your fiancé out with a problem like this, but he really doesn’t want to wake you up from the deep slumber you’re in right now.

You’ve had to shoulder your own load of work and stress and you deserved a good night’s rest too. He wasn’t about to jeopardize that for you.

Keigo slowly drags his fingers down the expanse of his chest. You wouldn’t notice if he took care of it himself, right? He could keep quiet. He just needed to blow off some steam, that was probably left over from the mission that kept him busy the last few weeks. Then he could go to sleep again, for sure.

Getting in a more comfortable position, still laying down on his side, he slowly lifts his shirt to expose the lower half of his toned stomach to the cold air of the room. He palms his big bulge through his pants, letting out a hot puff of breath at the slight relief it offers.

The hero keeps fondling his bulge for a few moments, until he decides that he needs more friction, sliding down his sweatpants and his briefs down his legs in one go.

Keigo grabs his hot length with one hand, letting out a low hiss at the feeling of his cold hand and the tight grip he’s using.

He strokes up and down along his length in slow, rough motions with a rather tight grip. Taking a hold of the collar of his shirt, he takes it between his teeth and muffles his low moans against the material.

Turning his head to the side, he buries his face into the soft material of the pillow and start to slowly roll his hips into the hand fisting his cock.

His wings stretch out behind him and flutter a bit, sending a gust of wind against the bed and stirring you in your sleep.

Your fiancé freezes as you let out a soft mumble in your sleep, shifting up on the bed and kicking off the blanket that was covering your body.

He freezes as he notices the attire you’re donning, visible because of the soft light coming from the night light the both of you could not sleep without. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, which is a bit big on your frame and a pair of cute, baby pink panties.

The shirt does nothing to cover you up, your movement in your sleep causing it to slide up to your waist. The skin between your panties and the shirt looks so soft, he feels his fingers twitch with the urge to slide them up your back and slide the shirt off completely.

Supple hips looking so inviting, urging him to move forward until his chest is flush to your back and his hips are pressed against your cute behind.

Slowly wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other on your hip to steady you, he gently pulls you against his body. He kept his distance earlier out of fear of rousing you out of your sleep.

When he returned from work and got ready for bed you were already fast asleep and he knew you had a long day, because of the text messages he received from you earlier in the evening.

To be completely honest, he feels horrible about doing this, the possibility of you waking up still very much existent.

Of course, he knew you were okay with him doing this, it being one of the many things the both of you have agreed upon beforehand and the both of you have already played around with the concept of sex during sleep.

The feeling of your soft skin against his own sends his senses into overdrive, he positions his length between your soft cheeks over the fabric of your panties and carefully starts sliding his cock up and down the curve of your ass.

Careful to keep his grip and his movements soft as to not wake you up, he starts grinding against you with more fervor, picking up a slow, but steady rhythm.

The way his length slightly nestles into the crevice between your cheeks drives him insane with desire and he buries his face in the nape of your neck, breathing hot puffs of air against your skin.

Taking a deep breath, he continues the steady movements of his hips, the material of your panties offering him a satisfying feeling of friction against his hardness.

“It’s satisfying, but…still not enough,” Hawks thinks to himself, as he grinds his cock against your ass cheeks. Suddenly his gaze falls to your plush thighs.

Could he make use of them without waking you up? No, that might be a bit too risky, even for someone who was as big of a risktaker as he was.

Contrary to what he was thinking, his hands moved on their own, positioning you so you were in the perfect position for him to follow through with his idea.

Slightly adjusting his position behind your body, he grabs his cock, giving it a few pumps for good measure, before softly and slowly pushing it into the valley between your upper thighs.

Fuck – the supple and soft skin of your inner thighs feels so good around his cock. The position serves to provide the perfect level of tightness and friction around his hardness and he releases a grunt, struggling to hold back a groan at the heavenly feeling.

Starting up a slow rhythm he rolls his hips into your backside, thrusting his cock between your thighs. His wings stiffen and start to shake more and more with every thrust, while he nuzzles his face into your neck, delighting in how your scent surrounds him.

Overwhelmed by all the sensations, he delivers a sharp thrust against your hips and lets a groan slip. Immediately he stops in his movements, noticing how you slowly stir awake.

You’re woken up by something slapping against your backside and the sound of your fiancé’s voice. Taking a minute to blink the fog of sleep out of your eyes, you slowly turn your face to your fiancé, body being held in place by his hands.

That’s when you notice the ruddy blush on his face and his hot length between your thighs. You give him a small, sleepy smile, your eyes closing again, as you nuzzle against his cheek.

“Seems like someone couldn’t wait until morning…,” you sleepily mutter and the sound of your soft, groggy voice sends a wonderful heat straight into the pit of Keigo’s stomach. “I’m sorry, baby. I just missed you so much… and I – fuck,” he mutters, as he starts grinding against you again, now rubbing against your folds through your panties without any regards to being sneaky,

“Missed you, missed this so much. I woke up like this and you looked so delicious, all splayed out for me and you smell so heavenly – gods, why do you smell so good?”

The rest of it is lost to you because he starts thrusting against you with more fervor and mumbles praise into the back of your shoulder.

The pleasure slowly starts to build in your lower stomach as he rubs against your folds and the tip of his cock bumps against your clit over and over again.

You grab a hold of his arm that is steadying your hips and the other moves behind your head to grab a hold of his messy hair.

Slowly starting to sleepily grind back onto him, you finally let out a soft moan Keigo has been dying to hear from you.

“Just like that angel, you look so pretty like this,” the man praises.

Spurred on by the sound of your moans and whimpers he continues the movements of his hips, slowly inching one of his hands underneath your – his – shirt and softly rubbing the pads of his fingers around your sensitive nipple, delighting in the sweet sounds the action elicits from you.

As he feels shivers rack through your tired body, he knows you’re close. He picks up the speed of his thrusts and rubs himself tighter against you, the sounds of your bodies meeting each other with every thrust echoing off of the walls.

When he takes your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and pinches it, you’re thrown over the edge and you’re clenching your thighs around his length.

Keigo manages to thrust into the tight crevice between your thighs a few more times, helping you ride out your high, before spilling himself all over your thighs.

He hugs your body, which is still shaking from your orgasm, into his arms and presses soft kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for indulging me, sweetheart. You did so well,” he coos, while softly stroking your hair and pressing a kiss against your temple. He rubs gentle circles on your cheek with his thumbs, admiring how beautiful you look, even when you’re this exhausted.

The winged hero always had a lot of stress and difficulties surrounding him in his work life, but it’s all worth it, when he can come back to you at the end of the day.

You cuddle closer to him, “S’nothin’…Keigo. Missed you so much, my hero. Only mine”

Suddenly Keigo halts all of his movements and looks down at you, his eyes wandering to his cum on your upper thighs. Your possessive, loving words shooting straight to his cock and he feels it twitch back to hardness.

“Fuck angel, you don’t know what you do to me,” he mutters, as he rolls you onto your back, putting a pillow under your hips.

“Keigo, we just…did it once,” you mumble softly, the exhaustion in your voice seemed palpable, “Too tired, can’t move.”

Keigo chuckles as he moves to sit between your legs.

“No worries, doll. You won’t have to lift a finger. Be my little pillow princess today, I’ll take care of you and we’ll start by cleaning you up, okay?” he reassures you and when you nod, he grins up at you.

Slowly leaning his head down to your left thigh, he licks up a broad stripe against your inner thigh and chuckles at the way your thighs shake at the warm, wet feeling.

True to his promise, he takes his time licking over your soft thighs, leaving little nips here and there until there is none of his cum left on your body.

He gently hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and drags them down your legs slowly. Throwing them into the corner of the room, he leans back down again but this time right over your mound.

You lift your head a bit and tiredly blink your eyes open, locking eyes with him, as he shoots you a heated look. His fingers slowly inch up your inner thighs, reaching your mound and gently prying your folds apart.

Slowly he opens his mouth, the cum that he licked off your legs slowly dribbling onto your heat and slipping between your thighs.

Keigo’s eyes flit down to watch it drip down and pushes it into your hole with his thumb.

Your hips buck up at the sudden intrusion and you whimper, eyes squeezing shut and hands finding purchase in the sheets next to your hips.

Your fiancé slowly inches one of his hands closer to yours on the sheets, delicately detangling your fingers from the sheets and intertwining them with his own.

He puts your intertwined hands on your lower belly, taking a second to admire the way the diamond ring accentuates your ring finger beautifully. His thumb gently strokes over the back of your hand, moving your hands so he can continue the soft touches on your stomach, gently rubbing circles into your lower stomach.

“Lay back, princess. Let me take care of this pretty pussy,” Hawks urges, grinning in satisfaction when you lay your head down again and wiggle your hips to get comfortable.

Slowly he licks up your wetness with a long, thorough swipe of his tongue.

Spreading your folds apart with his other hand, he licks his lips at the sight of you spread out so beautifully for him.

“Look at this pretty thing. So wet and ready, all for me,” he whispers in wonder, keeping his voice quiet as to not disturb you.

Leaning closer, his tongue delves into your folds, gently dipping into your hole as your legs start twitching around his head. Keigo wriggles his tongue as deep into your hole as he can, licking into you, while his hand holds you open for him.

Stretching his middle finger up, he reaches to press the pad of his finger against your clit and starts gently pressing slow circles into it, while fucking his tongue into you, moaning into your heat at your taste.

Your fingers squeeze around his, as you tilt your head back in pleasure, pressing even deeper into the pillow. The soft moans leaving your mouth mixed with Keigo’s moans, which you don’t just hear but feel against your body, wind the coil of pleasure in your stomach even tighter.

Warm tingles start spreading all over your body, but you can’t seem to get close enough to that satisfying end. Your other hand moves from the sheets and buries in his hair, gently pulling his hair and eliciting a delicious groan against your pussy.

Keigo gets the signal and leans back to look up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he speaks, “Do you need more, angel?”

He grins at your desperate nod and leans back in, murmuring lowly in a lazy, seductive drawl, “You don’t seem to be that tired, you’re pretty demanding for someone who is as exhausted as you are, sweetheart.”

He licks a broad stripe over your clit, pushing two fingers into your hole, deeming you to be wet enough to start out with two instead of one.

Judging from the way you clutch his hair and your legs slightly squeeze around his head, he made the right call. Keigo thrusts his fingers into you, picking up the speed of his motions and circling your pleasurable pearl with his tongue.

Keeping at this for a while, changing up his motions of his tongue and the angle of his thrusts every once in a while, he notices your walls clamping down on his fingers and grins.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cream all over my fingers? Come on, you can do it.” Keigo eggs you on, scissoring his fingers in you to spread you out for him and latches onto your clit to suck on it.

At that, the pleasurable knot in in your lower tummy snaps and your vision fades to black for a moment, back arching beautifully like a strung-up bow and toes curling, as white-hot pleasure washes over you.

The hero gently continues to finger you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out and delighting in the way you blink back to consciousness, eyes looking for his and your shoulders relaxing as you catch his gaze.

He slips his fingers out of you, keeping his eyes on you while he takes his digits into his mouth and swirls his tongue around them to lick them clean.

A blush crawls up your cheeks, your pussy throbbing at the sight and your mind wandering, even though your body is still floating in your post-orgasmic bliss. Keigo laughs at that and crawls up on the bed. He leans down and presses a wet kiss against your cheek. You frown and wipe at your cheek with the back of your hand.

“Keigo, don’t kiss me like old aunties do. Eww...,” you mumble and he cracks at that, his body shaking above yours from his laughter.

You join him, tiredly laughing along until your laughter dissolves into a moan, as he grinds his hips into yours.

“Don’t compare your soon-to-be husband to others,” he mumbles lowly, sharp gaze focused on you, “Think you can indulge me one more time? I’ll put you right back to sleep. I promise, doll.”

A shiver runs through your body at his promising tone and you put your arms around his neck as you answer him with a slow nod. He shoots you a love-sick smile and leans down to press his lips against yours in a deep kiss.

His body comes down to your, not quite putting his weight onto you but covering you, pressing as close as he can.

His heart feels full. You fit so perfectly against him, he can’t believe he was gone for so long without your warmth against his body, without your soft voice serenading him with quiet declarations of love and without looking into your beautiful eyes every day.

The kiss turns desperate and you can tell he is getting distracted by his thoughts.

Hands moving to gently grab his cheeks, you part from him and look at him, as both of you breathe heavily, the look in Keigo’s eyes telling you he’s too deep in his thoughts again.

Your hands gently bring his head down until his forehead softly bumps against yours. At the slight pain he flinches and when you softly call his name, the dark expression on his face is lifted and gone.

“I’m here with you right now, Keigo. Focus on me and show me how much you’ve missed me, baby. It’s not important if you were gone, what counts is that you’re here with me, in this moment,” you whisper.

Keigo looks a bit dumbfounded until he grins down at you, leaning down to gently nose at your jaw.

“You always know what to say, huh? How do you do it? How do you always know what I’m thinking? Are you perhaps a mind-reader? Don’t remember that being your quirk, angel,” he murmurs against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbones.

You giggle at that and hold onto his shoulders, answering “Well, I’ve been told you usually know your boyfriend pretty well, before marrying him, so maybe it’s that. I might also have a second quirk, which enables me to read your mind. You’ll never know.”

Keigo leans away from you and looks at your face, mirroring your content smile.

“You’re my everything. There will never be anyone else I’ll want to do this with. I love you so much,” he utters, sounding a bit choked up.

Before you can answer, you feel him slowly slide his hard length into you, your emotions coupled with the slight burning sensation causing tears to well up in your eyes.

As soon as he bottoms out in you, Keigo notices the tears and leans down again to rub his nose against yours, concern twinkling in his eyes.

“Everything okay? Does anything hurt? We can stop if you want to,” he reassures you, softly rubbing his thumb into the skin at the corner of your eye.

His wings coming down around the two of you, as if protecting you from any harm that could hope to befall you.

The tender way in which he cares for you causes your built-up tears to spill over your cheeks. Before he can panic, you put your hand over his and deliver a kiss onto his palm, shaking your head.

“I’m good. Don’t worry. I’m just happy, Keigo. I love you too. So much,” you answer, caught between a happy giggle and a sob. Keigo’s expression softens and he is overcome with this intense feeling of love.

There would truly never be someone like you to him.

You were his, just as much as he was yours. He would do anything for you, he swears to himself. He will sacrifice whatever it takes to make you happy.

He’d start by fucking you good right now and giving you one more orgasm…for now.

Straightening up again, his wings spread over the length of the bed and he looks down at your form. His hands grab a hold of your waist as he slowly starts thrust into you.

When he hears your satisfied mewls and moans, he fucks into you with more vigor.

“God – I missed this. How well you always take me, how much you tighten around me, like you want to keep me inside and never let me go. Don’t worry. I’ll remind your body who’s fucking you so well. I’ll always remind you, so you can never forget,” he grunts, picking up speed and pounding into you with more force behind his thrusts.

The feathers of his wings seem blood red and his wings lift up into the air, twitching, not fully spread out yet.

“Keigo- Ah- Kei, y-you look so good right now. Please, more. More Kei-“ you manage to babble out, slowly getting lost in pleasure and unable to form a coherent sentence.

Your Keigo looked so handsome above you, the movement of his muscles visible underneath his shirt, his wings spreading out behind him so imposingly, making him look like an angel to you.

He notices your desperation and leans down, sliding his hands along your arms until he arrives at your hands. Keigo intertwines his fingers with yours, locking both of your hands together and pins them to the bed next to your head.

This position has him leaning his face over yours and he moves even closer so he can pepper kisses against your neck, his hips never once stopping their assault against your own.

Your desperate whines motivate him even more and soon enough the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other fills the empty space of the room and his deep grunts mix with your whimpers and moans in a beautiful duet the hero would never get tired of.

The tip of his thick cock kisses your cervix with every deep thrust, the slight pain feeling unbelievably pleasurable, your mind hazy with all the sensations assaulting your senses.

You drag your nails down his shoulder blades in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, the force of his thrusts driving your body up repeatedly.

Keigo grunts at the pain and breathes heavily against your neck, before biting into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making sure to leave a mark.

He drives himself into you over and over again, his wings starting to violently twitch behind him.

“Doll, I’m almost – fuck – almost there. Where do you want it?” Hawks asks, leaning back and looking down at you while his hips keep up their movement.

“Inside, please. I’m on birth control, it’s fine. Kei, fill me- fill me up,” you whimper, struggling to hold on to your coherent thoughts, wanting – no, needing him to fill you up and thoroughly claim you as his.

Keigo’s eyes darken at that. You knew he’d always wanted to do this, even better, really claim you as his and put a child in you.

You’d started taking birth control a while ago, but you would eventually stop once the both of you were married.

He knows he can’t really get you pregnant right now but his more feral side, caused by his quirk, takes over his senses and his thrusts become rough and sloppy, following no rhythm.

The urge to breed you takes over. He wants to fill you up completely, watch your cunt drip with his cum and satisfy you until you can’t ask for more. He drives his length into you at a quick pace, his wings flapping behind him and driving him into you with more force.

You wrap your legs around his hips tightly and hook your feet together behind his back, pulling him even deeper into you.

“Good girl, my sweet little angel. Gonna give you all of my cum. Gonna fill you to the brim with it until you’re stuffed full,” Keigo grunts with effort and you can only answer him with quick nods of your head and broken sobs leaving your throat, any thoughts dispersed by the pleasure and your exhaustion that is slowly taking over your body.

The winged hero changes up the angle a bit, which causes his pelvis to rub deliciously against your clit with every thrust and after a few more movements of his hips, you’re gushing around his length, rocking your hips into his.

Keigo hisses at the feeling of your walls spasming around him, hugging his cock tightly and he soon spills himself into you with a low, hoarse groan, his wings spreading widely behind him, feathers shaking from the tremors that go through his body.

He knocks his hips into yours a few more times to ride out both of your orgasms and relish in the way your walls are milking him for every drop he has to spend.

Your eyes are shut and you breathe heavily, trying to calm down, the exhaustion evident in your form. Keigo leans down and softly kisses the corner of your eye and then leans over the other and gives it the same treatment.

He gently strokes a few stray strands of hair out of your face, gently running his hands through your hair and rubs his thumbs against your forehead

When you finally find the strength to properly open your eyes again, you slowly blink them open and look up at Keigo, returning the cheeky grin he is giving you with a gentle, albeit tired, smile of your own.

“Aww, there she is, my pretty little baby,” he coos, causing a tired giggle to escape your lips, as he peppers sweet butterfly kisses all over your face.

He slowly pulls himself out of you and stands up, leaving you to feel a bit cold without his body on top of your own. He gently gets you out of your shirt, taking off his own clothes after that.

“Wait for me, angel. Be right back,” and with that he moves to the bathroom to retrieve a wet towel and some other stuff to clean you up.

When he returns, you’re half asleep again and he chuckles lowly, cleaning you and himself up and throwing the towels into the hamper. Going up to the closet he changes into some fresh clothes and gets a pair of your panties and a hoodie of his own for you to wear.

He moves up on the bed and helps you dress yourself, doing most of the work. As soon as the both of you are cleaned up and dressed, he lays on his side and stretches out his wings behind his back properly, sighing at the relaxing feeling. He pulls you close to his body and gently cradles the back of your head, before pulling the blanket over the both of you.

As he looks down at your face, he feels his heart swell. You were truly the best thing to ever happen to him and he would make sure to tell you every single day.

His job kept him away from you a lot, you had to keep your relationship with the pro-hero a secret and had to put up with his mischievous and cheeky ways and he was so thankful for your patience and your kind heart.

You were his biggest motivation when it came to his work.

He leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple, one hand cradling your head closer to his chest and the other rubbing circles into your lower back, as he gives you over to the hands of your dreamland.

You’d return to him in a few hours anyway, just like he always returns to you and just the thought of looking into your eyes in the bright daylight made him feel giddy with excitement.

One of his wings slowly moves to cover the both of you, cocooning you making it seem as if there is no one else, only you and him.

Yes, you were his motivation. He would continue to work hard, to make this world a safe one. For all humans, but especially for you.

Maybe one day in the future it would be so safe, that your little ones could roam the skies without a care in the world and you could all live a happy, safe life.