hello jiao!! HUGE fan of ur work, ur keigo fics are some of my favs eveeerrrr <3 just read thr "just practice" fic, i WILL be reading that again and again thank you so much
i've been obsessed with the song "Monitoring" by DECO*27 recently, and most especially rachie's english cover fufu,, if i may request a lil smutfic inspired by it ??
the reader either walking in on/overhearing keigo jerking off at the thought of her and then they fuck ig idk lmfao i think it'd be fun to give him sub undertones if you so please NXJSJHX preferably established relationship but MAYBE they hadn't done it yet?? UP TO U TBH
but also no pressure, u can ignore/delete this ask if ur not up for it ^^ /gen
have a splendiferous day and i look forward to more of ur writing always!!
"Please... hah, tell me what you want—"
Ear pressed to the door, you listen with your lip caught between your teeth as Keigo touches himself.
"Yes baby, anything, let me— let me do it for you—“
He's spun some sort of fantasy, and you're undoubtedly the muse.
You listen to the wet slick of his fist around his cock, overlayed with his breathless pleads. It pours heat into your core, your legs squeezing together.
It's unfair. He won't fuck you, but he will jerk off to an imaginary figment of you. As if the real you isn't right there.
You've had enough. You're going to put a stop to his ridiculous, self-imposed chastity tonight.
You feel yourself wet just from the anticipation. Your chest tightens as you carefully grab at the door handle, turning it slowly as the height of his pleasure approaches.
Admittedly, you've listened to him in secret enough to catch the hitch in his throat, the tightness in his voice as he moans your name.
You throw the door open, ignoring the way his entire body jerks.
You take him in. The way he's splayed against his pillows, crimson wings hanging loosely off the mattress, his pants unzipped and pulled down just enough for him to wrap his fist around his thick, oozing cock.
You brazenly drag your gaze up the length of his body, to the abs that peek out from his haphazardly lifted shirt, to the flush that crawls up his neck and paints the shocked expression on his face.
"Impling, I thought you were showering."
You take long, deliberate steps in his direction. "I was." Your arms hang at your sides, giving him full view of your body. A skimpy, lacy lingerie set barely contains the vision of your curves, encased in the flowing silk of your robe, left untied.
You catch the way he drinks you in, pupils blown large with his want.
"I guess I finished before you."
You invite yourself onto his lap, landing right on top of his erected cock.
He curses sharply, the blush across his cheeks bursting into a shade that rivals his beautiful wings.
You grind your hips forward, moaning at the drag of him against you through your lacy underthings. The shock from your boldness quickly melts as he tips his head back and moans loudly. Your wet leaks out of you, soaking your panties and mixing with his precum to create an easy slide.
His hands are restless, latching onto different parts of you. They start at your sides, feeling along the skin between lace, then trace their way down to your legs, pawing and kneading at the meat of your thighs. He feels all the way down to your knees, tracing along the sharp angles of your succubus markings, strikingly black against your unnatural skin.
Unnatural for mortals, anyway.
He follows them back up to the edges of your hips, igniting flames beneath your skin in his wake.
You dig your fingers into his shoulders as you grind on top of him, tipping your head down so you can catch the sight of his dick slicked against lace.
His mouth leaves kisses along your neck, his hands greedy as they grope at your chest. Your curve into his touch, tilting your head to expose yourself to him.
The edges of his fangs scrape along your skin, and you think you might combust. So close.
But he behaves himself, keeping his fangs selfishly behind his lips.
You endure it, biding your time, letting him worship your body. Your drag your nails over his back, down towards where his wings connect. He shudders beneath you, sighing softly.
You listen closely to the rhythm of his breaths, waiting.
There's a hitch and the tightening of his grip, and you slow the cant of your hips. Just enough to reel him back into the moment, but still enticing enough to keep him hooked.
"Keigo," you purr sweetly, drawing back so he can look at you. His eyes remain half-lidded as he opens them enough to acknowledge you.
You cup his cheek sweetly, caressing with your thumb. "Let's go all the way tonight." You guide his hand between where your bodies meet, allowing his fingers to brush against your soaked panties. "I need you."
His lashes flutter, breath shaky as he exhales. He moves his hand to your ass, squeezing. "I want to, I really do—"
"Forget your convictions, Keigo." You lean in, kissing along his jaw.
But your mouth feels sinfully good against his throat. You kiss your way to the part that bobs with his swallow, sucking lightly. He groans softly as you roll your hips forward.
You kiss your way down his chest, over the swell of his generous pec. He halts you with a firm grip against your head, stopping you before you travel further south than his abs. Some of that predatory sharpness has returned to his eyes. It’s captivating.
But you're a predator just the same as him, albeit of a different kind.
You gaze at him through your lashes, nails scratching down his sides. "You're all about proving your love to me... what if this is what I want? What I need?"
He narrows his eyes, fingers tightening in your hair. "You're cheating."
His pupils shrink to the point he looks like his hybrid namesake. You hear his sharp exhale, trying to expel the scent you've begun bleeding into the room.
It's something sickeningly sweet and addicting. Heavy and arousing enough that any lesser person would've thrown themselves at your feet.
But this damn creature, with all his noble chivalry and centuries of discipline, fights against the natural instincts you've been genetically curated to entice.
"And you're not saying no," you purr. Suspended above his stomach, you caress his arm instead. It's for the best, you suppose. Attack his other senses, before finishing him off with just the right stimulation on your real target.
The prettiest blush paints his cheeks and spills down his neck. It's clear from his uneven breathing and the tremble wracking his entire body that it's taking all of his self-control to stay strong.
As it should. You've made a name for yourself amongst your kind for a reason.
"Y-you know... how hard this is..."
"I know how hard you are right now." Your fingers dance along his hip, just along the outer edges of where it meets his stomach. "I could make this all go away..."
Keigo squeezes his eyes shut. He's trying to avoid the allure of your eyes, turned the prettiest shade of purple. You're pulling out all of your seductive tricks tonight, honor be damned.
"You know why we shouldn't," he whimpers weakly.
"I know baby, I know," you croon sweetly. You feign a sympathetic tone, just enough to lower his walls.
You know, but you don't agree.
"Why do this to yourself?" His grip in your hair weakens, and you lean down again, nuzzling against his stomach. Just high enough that it won't trigger his guard again. "I want this... I know you do, too…”
You glance up at him, drinking up the absolute devastation on his face. You smile. "Just one bite, yeah?"
You nip at his skin. His fingers curl against the sheets.
"It's not just a bite," he reminds you. Still, his protests are considerably weaker than before.
You know it's working when he lets you kiss down his happy trail, right at the base of his cock. "Are you saying you don't love me enough for it?"
He inhales sharply. "You know that's not it."
You know. It’s the commitment. The moment he sinks his fangs in, he's going to claim you as his. Forever. But all his honor and morals tell him to wait, to make sure he's proven himself.
Vampires claiming their mates during sex isn't abnormal.
But he has to prove himself to you that he isn't just with you for the sex. Because sex with you is easy, it is the best sex any person, any creature, will ever have in their life.
And he wants you to know that you're more than that to him.
Boohoo. You do love him, and deep down you appreciate the sentiment.
But you are made to crave a good fuck, and if you don't get it from your lover soon, you're going to explode.
"You've proven yourself enough," you assure him. "You're making me doubt if you even want me."
He's not. You know he does.
But dirty tricks get the job done.
You put a real whine in your voice. Tune up the faux hurt. And in the same breath, you inch ever closer to his cock, leaking and twitching in the wake of your presence so close.
His hips jerk, and you know that your aphrodisiac scent is working its magic. His eyes have lost their typical sharpness, all hazed over. There's a flicker of conflict underneath it, but you know it’s futile.
You lean in, pressing a short, sweet little kiss to his aching head.
His hips jump after your lips, and the whimper he releases is absolutely divine.
"Are you really going to let me suffer like this, Keigo?"
You push yourself up, catching his eyes. Yours glow purple once more.
He squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head into the pillows. "Dirty, dirty tricks, impling."
"But you're going to fall for them anyway."
He groans loudly. Beneath you, he adjusts himself, trying and failing to find some relief. His entire body flushes, succumbing to the heat you've ignited inside him.
He's all sorts of agitated, wings twitching beneath him. The muscles along his lithely powerful body flex and unflex, trying to find any other way to release some tension.
"What... do you want me to do?"
You trace small circles through the dips of his abdomen, letting your feet kick in the air behind you. "I want you to let me make you feel good... and then I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
He stares at you. You can tell it's taking all of his willpower to focus. "Only... only if you let me... too..."
"Of course you can," you answer easily, eagerly.
You rise on your haunches, the thin wrap of silk slipping from off your shoulders. You let it fall all the way, watching Keigo's expression, before tossing it aside.
He practically salivates at the sight of you. He's never hidden how attractive you are to him.
You motion for him to slide down the pillows. He obeys, and once he's propped at a good angle, you spin around, hovering above his face.
All restraint cast aside, he eagerly grabs at your waist, pulling you fully down. You gasp, moaning sweetly as he noses your cunt through your panties.
Beneath you, his legs fall open and his wings flutter, a sign of how much he's enjoying himself.
You bend down, forcing yourself to concentrate as you kiss down his thighs. You suck in a spot high up on his inner thigh, leaving your own mark. You simultaneously claw down his other thigh, pulling your hand away just as you near his dick.
He's unfazed by your teasing. Affected, yes, but not at all upset. He merely allows his body to react for him, cock jumping with each spike of arousal. But he's completely content as things are, pressing his tongue up against your cunt through soaked lace. You moan, grinding down. His grip tightens on your thighs, intent on keeping you where you are.
You need more. But you also need to give him something, too.
You kiss your way back up his thigh, before finally, finally taking him between your lips, and swallowing him all the way to the base.
He groans loudly as you go, the noise vibrating against your folds.
He feels so deliciously big, your pussy squeezes at the thought of him filling you up.
You swirl your tongue along his length as you come up, before sinking to the back of your throat once more.
At his continued moaning and subtle lift of his hips, you hold him down, beginning to bob your head.
His teeth scrape against you as he pulls your panties aside, before he sacrifices the grip on your body to hold the material out of the way. He licks a line through your slick to your clit, shooting pleasure up your spine. You moan softly as he follows with teasing kitten licks, before dipping his tongue fully inside you. He won’t need to worry about you moving away any time soon.
The two of you writhe together, moans vibrating against each other's skin, grinding into the other's mouth.
Keigo's rhythm stutters, and you know he's edging closer to the height of his pleasure.
You pull of his cock with a wet pop, marveling at the string of precum and saliva that chases you. The salty taste of him lingers on your tongue as you raise your hips, earning dazed protest as Keigo tries to pull you back down.
"Ah, ah," you deny him. "Neither of us get to cum until you do it."
He caresses your inner thighs, your threat returning a weak presence of coherency to his eyes. "Do what, exactly?"
You level a look at him over your shoulder. "You know what I want."
He hums softly, nails scratching softly against your skin. It makes you quiver. The way his touch travels ever so close to where you want him, to where it aches.
It takes all of your self-control not to give in, not to beg him to stuff you with his fingers. Because you want much more than that.
"Where do you want it, my love?"
"I think your left hand has found the perfect spot."
He pauses where his hand has found purchase at your inner thigh, close to your sex but still at the thick of your meat.
He traces tightening circles, and you swear all of your senses hone in on that singular spot. "You know what it means if I do this."
One chance. One opportunity to back out.
Like hell you're going to take it. "Bite me already so you can fuck me."
"You want me that bad, impling?"
You glare at him. "Are you going to keep testing me?" You nudge his erected cock, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. "You took in my power. I can leave you like this all night." Painfully hard, oozing pre-cum, and never quite reaching satisfaction, even as it sits on the tip of his tongue. Or your tongue, in particular. "We already started, I don't see why you'd leave yourself hanging."
"Cruel, beautiful thing," Keigo croons. But he finally complies, pulling you to hover over his mouth once more. You curl your fists into the sheets, bracing yourself as he laps at your thigh.
You feel the sharp pinpricks as his fangs break through your skin. Immediately, a sense of pleasure washes through your veins, slowly pouring into you as he sips at your blood.
A hazy pleasure washes over you, and you feel your body go boneless. Keigo’s nails dig into your skin once more as he sinks his teeth deeper into your thigh, slurping greedily at your blood. Not a single drop slips past his lips, only the sound of his pleasure at your taste.
You moan as the hot, blinding and heated pleasure from your sloppy grinding fizzes into something sensual. It caresses you sweetly, soothing you and lulling you into a false sense of security so you yield completely to Keigo. Your limbs turn to mush, and you collapse between his legs, releasing a satisfied sigh.
But what you’ve demanded has only ignited Keigo, activating the hunter of both his halves. One, the predatory instincts of his animal side, the other the ancient prowler of night.
You feel something snap into place between you, a bond now twining your souls together for eternity. But your senses have been so dulled that you barely register it. It’ll be something for you to marvel at later.
As soon as he’s had his fill with you, he’s yanking you up, spinning you around to face him. Your breath hitches as you catch the crimson that has leaked into his irises, leaving no hint of his typical golden hue besides a thin ring around his pupils.
Clothes go flying. Your lacy lingerie is ripped to shreds, while his clothes are tossed carelessly over the bed. Now complete bare before him, he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into the fat of your breast, lapping greedily. You moan, arching into his mouth, fingers curling in his hair.
He gropes shamelessly at your ass, hoisting a leg up and around his hip. Your wet and needy cunt brushes against him, and you rut pathetically for more.
He complies with you, his eagerness prominent in the hardness that brushes against your thigh. The place where he’s left his mark stings, but it is satisfying.
He spins you around, pulling your hips flush to his. “Keigo,” you moan, as his hands explore your body, the prick of his fangs ghosting atop your neck.
He kisses where he intends to suck from next, his erected cock pressing against your ass as he slides your legs apart with one of his own. His large, strong hand rests below your chin, a harsh grip holding your head aloft.
“Isn’t this what you want?”
Gods it is. You know that if you yanked the reigns back, he would let you. But this primal, domineering side of him, you want it. You need it.
“Yes,” you gasp, clinging to his arms. He squeezes your other breast under his palm, only muttering a soft good before biting once more into your supple flesh.
You whine, writhing against him. Your cunt leaks from the intensity of your wetness, creating a mess against his leg as he teases you. Your vaginal walls pulse, desperate to be filled.
“Keigo,” you groan. You squeeze him hard enough that your nails will leave angry welts in the morning. “Fuck me, for hell’s sake!”
He chuckles, licking at your neck. “Forgive me, impling. You’re just too delicious.”
But he pushes you harshly back onto the mattress, just the way he knows you want it.
He drapes himself over you, landing a sharp slap to your ass. You whine beneath him, drowning in your need. He kisses at your neck, sickeningly sweet. “Rough, baby?”
You nod eagerly, words catching and failing in your throat.
He nips at your ear teasingly. “You got it, love.” Then he’s pushing himself up, smoothing his palms over the curve of your cheeks. He kneads at your muscles, enjoying the give of your body in his grasp.
He sighs about how beautiful you are once more before giving you another hearty slap. Then finally, finally, you feel his tip slide between your folds.
He pushes in with one great thrust. You moan at the instant fill, so deep you swear you feel it in your throat.
He smooths down the small of your back, urging your wrists. As you stack them behind yourself, he pins them underneath a single hand, the other grasping at one of the horns curling back from your head, yanking your body up. Pleasure shoots through you as he maneuvers you to his liking, pushing against you until you’re curving prettily for him.
He pulls his hips back, far enough that only his tip remains. Then he rams back into you hard enough to make you cry out.
His mouth latches to your neck, sucking and licking in one spot while he fucks you with a succession of shallow, teasing thrusts. You catch crimson flash by your vision, and when you look up, he's brought the mirror to the edge of the bed, giving you a full view of yourself. Keigo himself is nowhere to be seen, only his big, beautiful wings spanning out behind your back. But though you can't see him, you still feel it. The intensive weight of his focus as he stares at your reflection.
"So pretty," he mumbles against your skin. He picks up his pace, beginning to pound you from behind. It's deep and satisfying and hard, leaving you gasping with each thrust. His grip on your horns forces you to take yourself in through the mirror. You're on full display for the both of you, from your wrecked expression, to the delicious bounce of your chest from the force of Keigo's thrusts, down to the shining, dripping mess soaking between your legs.
He lets go of your wrists, encouraging you to play with yourself while he rests his palm heavily to your lower abdomen, pressing your body into his.
You obey his suggestion, manicured nails framing over your breasts. You push and squeeze and pinch, moaning wantonly at the swell of stimulation overriding your senses.
Keigo's teeth sink in once more, and you nearly melt at the numbing pleasure that washes through you. You sigh contently, cooing his name sweetly. He hums against you, his hand sliding between your legs.
He might be invisible to the mirror, but you witness as your clit swells under the tease of his fingers. They slide easily though your soaked cunt, slipping between your labia and reconvening to glide wholly back over your clit.
His thrusts slow, and he bends you in a way that has him hitting you just right. You moan loudly in approval, feeling the way Keigo's lips curl into a smile against your throat. You're vaguely aware of him lapping more of your blood, but you don't even care. With each drop he takes, he's secreting something sweet and hazy right back into your body. And with your supernatural healing, the blood will replenish and the bite marks, sans the one signifying your bond, will disappear within a day.
His grinding is sensually drawn out, angling his hips in a way that has pleasure sparking through you with every push. You writhe between his double-fronted assault, your composure and awareness melting away with every second.
As your pleasure coils hotter and tighter inside of you, you grip his generously toned arms, whining incoherently. "H-harder!" You gasp.
He lets go of you, gripping your hips and returns to pounding you with vigor. He pushes you into the sheets, and you squeeze them so tight your knuckles turn white.
Your climax bursts from you with a cry, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover, maintaining his pace as he chases his own release.
You squirm under him but take everything he gives you, breathlessly encouraging him on.
Keigo does so as he buries himself deep inside you, releasing a throaty groan.
He slows to a stop above you but does not pull out. Instead, he keeps himself resting inside you, kissing down your back.
Your skin tingles, awareness slowly returning. His body feels warm and comforting on yours. When he asks if you’re okay, you answer with a satisfied hum.
You allow your body to settle, grateful that your species allows you to recover quickly. You flip around, hooking your legs around his back and tugging him forward. He falls with a "oomf", muscles flexing as he catches himself. You wrap your arms around his neck, fluttering your lashes prettily at him. "Round two?"
He lets himself drown in the sea of your purple-turned irises, neither of you any longer caring about dirty, supernatural tricks. He just leans in, capturing your lips with his, body already answering to your call.
a/n: hehehe thank you SO much for this ask!! I was so excited and quite clearly hit with some big inspiration, I hope you don't mind the creative liberties I took with it! was supposed to be out sooner... as you can see it turned into a bigger project than I intended.... also sorry sub keigo slowly slipped away… I fear I enjoy being HIS sub too much 😩💔
tags: @sakuramimi-chan @keigos-lover
