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Hawks being jelause because of how many fans stare at you (Pro hero Hawks/Pro hero reader, SMUT, fingering, mdni, jealous attitude,dom Kei/Sub reader,use of pet names like dovey, sweets,and princess, p in v)
Hawks was one of the hottest hero’s in the country, everybody knows that, he’s a super hot muscly, great hero, and flirty man. What else could the fans ask for. As for you in the other hand, your were also a super pretty,sexy, and chic, but you weren’t so flirty with your fans, every time you started a relationship you always kept a line between being kind and being flirty trying to respect your partner, tough you were SUPER kind and that was why people loved you most than other hero’s, the innocent look and attitude you always gave, it was enchanting.
When you first started dating Hawks he easily discovered you have your limits, and one that you would not ignore was being disrespected, or not giving you your place, if that was the case you would simply walk out the door, it didn’t matter if it was the number 2 hero who we were talking about, you didn’t stand does behaviors. So before anything seriously bad happen, Hawks discovered that side of you because of one day when you were both patrolling outside a fan run to him and he was a little to friendly winking his eye at her, he rapidly captured the way you stood more straight and kept sweetly smiling to YOUR fans, but with a light tens on your jaw.
Today you were on a date at a fancy restaurant bar, you were wearing a beautiful and expensive short dress that looked so good on you, you hair was down and straight, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and even before arriving to the restaurant he knew you would drew stares, and even tough he knew you would ignore them, he simply couldn’t bring himself to ignore that fact.
As expected when both of you entered all the stares went to you, specifically. You both sat down at a table next to the window, you were staring at him with shinny eyes and a kind big smile, time passed and eventough you were having a nice dinner he couldn’t help himself about getting mad because of two waitresses that were staring a little to much at you.
You finally left the restaurant “It was yummy, wasn’t it?” You asked him inocently, but he wasn’t having any inocente time, he had this rage feeling in his chest just growing harder, “Kei?” You turned to look at him walking beside you, he was flat expression and not smily face, “What?” He answered looking at you, making his grip on your waist tighter (you couldn’t help but notice, and loved the feeling of him pulling you closer to him), “Are you mad?” you finally asked “No!”…. That didn’t sound like he wasn’t, “Kei what’s going on, what happened?” You asked concerned by not knowing what had make him so angry “Nothing!” He was starting to get agitated and you were still so confused because of his attitude, you had just arrived to were he had parked the expensive luxury car he owned, he walked you to the passenger door and opened it for you but still, he seemed so lost in something in his mind. When you were halfway from home you decided to break the ice again “Oh! My feet are killing me” you’ve been in heels the whole night, and even tough those were your prettiest pair of heels from a recognized brand, they were super uncomfortable to your feet, beauty is pain they say, you waited a few seconds for his answer but he didn’t.
When you both arrived at home you went directly to your room attempting to take your heels off but just when you were about to sit in your shared bed and do it, he asked “What’s your plans for tomorrow?” He’d been ignoring you the whole ride and now he wants to try and chat with you like he wasn’t a jerk minutes ago, not happening, you ignored him, so he grabbed your hand and turned you to look at him “Why aren’t you answering to me dovey?” Ohh you were now MAD, “Why? You wanna now why? You’ve been ingnoring me the whole night and you still have the guts to talk to me so casually and even blame me for not answearing to you?” You never raised your voice except when you were truly frustrated, like now, “I’m sorry dove I didn’t mean to” “you didn’t mean to? What were you meaning to do then?” wanted it or not the way he had treated you that night did hurt your feelings “I’m truly sorry dove I just…” “What Kei? You can’t even give me an explanation!” “No I do, I just-“ “what?!” You were desperate for him to answer
“I JUST COULDN’T STAND THE WAY EVERYBODY WAS LOOKING AT YOU! YOU LOOK SO HOT AND I DIDNT LIKE THE IDEA OF OTHERS TALKING ABOUT YOU AND HOW GOOD YOU LOOK WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO WARN THEM ABOUT WHAT THEY’RE ABOUT TO SAY!!! That shocked you “what?” you didn’t even have time to say something more cause he grabbed your waist and put his face milliliters away from yours, your lips were almost touching, the feeling in your stomach was growing, “I’m sorry sweets I just couldn’t control myself from my thoughts” “Kei…” he cut you off with a passionate and hungry kiss, you didn’t expected it, he was moving so fast, turning you to the bed side and pushing you slowly into it so you could just sit there, never separating your lips from his, he lowers his hands to your feet and took your heals off, then he picked you up again from the bed but now in his arms, your legs around his hips and hands around his neck, he moved his hand to you neck and put your hair to only one side, while he whispered things in your ear, trailing kisses to the back of you earlobe and down your neck, you whimpered quietly, he knew it was your sweet spot. Then you finally made your way back to the bed but now you sitting on top of him, he started moving his fingers slowly, at first in your tights and then to your underwear, he didn’t mind removing it now, but he was searching for the wet spot he knew was already there, and it really was, he made soft touches at first, then when he put a finger in you couldn’t help but yelped and turn away from his mouth, he loved your expressions, so flustered, rosy cheeks and slightly parted lips and closed eyes, GOSH he could cum just by looking you like this, “You’re getting so turned on just by one finger princess?” He said with a grin forming on his face “no… shut it, ah-“ you couldn’t help but whine when he added another finger and started curling them soooo gooooood.
You were so easy to turn on, it didn’t matter how many time you had been dating or how many times you had make out, he always knew how to make you be dripping and whining in seconds. “Come on tell me something cutie, I thought you were mad at me” he said teasingly but you couldn’t think straight with both his fingers inside of you and his palm covering your clit sending some pressure that felt so good, “Does that feel good dovey?” He stared to speed up his fingers pumping in and out of you, your mind started to go blank, you buried your face with heavy breedings in the crouch of his neck “Yes” “Oh, don’t tell me you’re starting to get all shy on me sweets” while he kept working you out, your were closer to your high with every movement, “Kei” you whined his name, and still kept your eyes shout just that now you’r hands were in his shoulder trying to steady yourself and your face was no longer in his neck, “I know princess, you can cum on my hand, would you like that?” Keigo knew exactly how your body reacted to every single action, when he was fingering you and you were about o cum you’ll always do this and then when he speed up his fingers to give you you’re release, you’d start whining so much that you’d get shy and try to cover your face in his neck again, but it was not happening this time, “Don’t hide from me princess, I wanna see you’re face when you cum” you couldn’t answer to him anymore but you were so shy for him to look at you in that position, so you ignored him, you were mad at him before this, you had the right, right? He didn’t think the same “Uh huh if you don’t do it I’ll stop” he said while stopping his fingers as a warning, you still didn’t want to so you kept in his neck until he pulled his fingers out of you “hey!! No, no , no, Kei I was so close!!” You were desperate now as you feel your high every second more far away, “Then keep your eyes on me when I tell you dovey” “But Kei you just ruined my orgasm” you were a spoiled little princess, he knew it to, and he loved to spoil you even more with your bratty attitude “Don’t worry about that, I’ll make you cum in my hand in seconds, we know that’s not a challenge princess, but you can’t hide your face again from me or I’ll stop” you were maaaaaad, and you didn’t wanted to speak to him after that, but he pinched your tight rushing you to respond “Ah- but I’m supposed to be the upseted one” you try to argue “being bratty doesn’t seem like it going to give you you’re orgasm, does it” he smirked knowing he won this little argument, lowering his hands once again to your center and now adding one finger to your clit making circles that went faster every time, it actually didn’t took him long to bring you to your high again but this time “Eyes one me dovey” you were trying you’re best not to hide you’re face from him, but you couldn’t stop the whines and moans you were letting out, they were so cute and even pornographic at some point. You really tried your best to keep your eyes open but the circles in you’re clit where getting to fast and his fingers too, that you couldn’t help but shut them, “Kei” you whined “Go ahead dovey” he loveeed this view, your cheeks totally flushed, your whines were music to his ears and eventough you wouldn’t open your eyes, he knew he would make you look at him while you were cumming at some point of the night, you’re dress was still on and your tits we’re moving along with your heavy breathing as you came “Good job princess”.
“I want you to do it now with me inside of you” he started to pull your dress off, letting you only with your matching bra and panties while he got ride off his tshirt and pants, you were again in the same position, but now admiring his abs and muscular body with shy touches over his muscles “C’mon you can touch whatever you want, I won’t bite” you continued your slightly touches until you noticed his growing buldge in his boxers, it looked so painful, so you decided to help massaging it gently, it was driving him crazy!!!! “Ah yeah, just like that sweets” while you were so concerteated giving him a hand job he stared to get close to your neck until he finally bite it gently, that took a whine out of you, just what he was looking for, there was no other thing that Keigo loved more than your whines “C’mon sweets let me put it now inside of you, would ya’?”
you positioned yourself on top of him like you were going to ride him, the only diferencie is that you were not going to do anything, he slowly adjust himself at your entrance pulling his cock in , both of you moan at the felling “Fuck, you feel so good princess” you could feel his whole length inside of you, inch by inch, as he started thrusting into you, grabbing you by the back of your tights and moving you easily, your mind really was not able to think anymore, not anything besides how good you were feeling,” Fuck princess if you keep squeezing me so hard I might cum now-ah- fuck” he whimpered, and most importantly you were both very close to your orgasms again, but this time he wanted to see you’re eyes looking at him while you did “Kei I’m..” “I know princess I know, keep your eyes on me this time ‘kay? I’ll make you feel real good” you grabbed his shoulders trying not to shut your eyes for dear life but he was making it so difficult speeding his thrust, deep and fast, you were squeezing him so tight, you were so close, he was too, and with the look on your face as you cum, with glossy eyes and narrowed eyebrows, he knew not a single of those restaurant loosers could make you look like this, had this effect on you, it made him feel so proud he couldn’t hold it anymore too.
You collapsed in his arms totally weak from the energy those orgasms stool from you, “You were so good sweets, I’m sorry if I made you upset, I didn’t mean to, I promise it won’t happen again”
“That fine Kei, I don’t want nobody else than you” you stared l at him sweetly and give him a kiss “I love you” you added “I love you too… Okay time to get you cleaned up for bed princess” he said carrying you to the shower.
Hellooooo hope you liked it! I might check the grammar and spelling latter, I can’t really use chatgpt to tell me if it’s well written for this one 😅😅 I might re write it latter cause I know I can make a better work
"keigs? awh what's wrong... can't take another round?" you cooed at him. sinking back down onto his spent, twitching cock.
a high, pathetic whimper tore straight through his throat as you filled yourself with him again.
keigo’s dick was flushed a deep, pretty pink, his wings trembling so violently against the mattress that a few stray feathers fluttered onto the sheets.
he was a complete, breathless mess under you, completely overstimulated and slick with a thick, creamy mess that made every slow slide feel impossibly warm and wet.
"baby, please..." he rasped, his golden brown eyes glassy and brimming with unshed tears as his hips gave an involuntary, helpless jerk up into you.
"you're—fuck, 's too much... i'm already..."
"already what, keigs?" you purred, resting your hands flat against his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a trapped bird as you rolled your hips over his sensitive shaft.
he let out a needy, ruined groan, his hands flying up to grip your thighs—not to stop you, but to pull you even closer, desperate for every bit of friction. "so mean to me," he whined softly, his chest heaving as he hid his burning face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you while you rode him through his overstimulated haze.
"so mean... don't stop. please don't stop." the plea was a fragile, broken thing, and you had no intention of granting him a break.
instead, you shifted your weight, leaning forward until your chest brushed against his flushed skin, creating a sweet secondary friction that made him gasp.
you didn't just ride him; you began to grind, slow and deliberate, focusing every single soft point of contact on the crown of his cock. he was so sensitive now that the mere slide of skin felt like a shock, his nerves firing off until he was completely undone.
keigo’s wings flared wide, hooking over the edges of the bed as he arched his back, his voice dissolving into a series of rhythmic, high-pitched whimpers.
he looked like he was falling apart under you, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open, tasting the air in desperate, shallow gulps. every time he tried to find a rhythm of his own, you shifted the angle, denying him the release he was clawing for and keeping him suspended in that agonizing, shimmering state of overstimulation.
"you're shaking, keigo," you whispered, nipping playfully at the lobe of his ear.
"are you really that sensitive, baby? just a little bit of movement and you're already coming apart."
he couldn't even form words, only a strangled, needy sound that vibrated in his chest.
his grip on your thighs tightened, his knuckles white, as he tried to push upward one last time. he was hovering right on the edge, his body vibrating with the effort of holding back a climax that felt inevitable and terrifying all at once.
you could feel the sudden, intense heat radiating from him, the way his muscles coiled like a spring, waiting for the signal to finally break.
you didn't give him the signal; you gave him the flood.
with one final, crushing sink of your hips, you clamped down hard, squeezing him tight as you pulsed around him. the sudden pressure was the catalyst he couldn't fight.
a loud, ruined cry tore from his throat—a shattered, pretty sob of pleasure—as he finally buckled under the weight of it.
"look at you," you whispered softly against his jaw. "just a little bit of pressure and you're completely gone."
keigo didn't answer; he couldn't.
he was locked in the throes of a deep, devastating release, his body rigid and humming like a live wire.
he let out a long, shaky wail that dissolved into a series of wet, stuttering gasps, his head tossing from side to side on the pillow.
he was spilling into you in heavy, hot pulses, the sheer volume of it filling you to the brim and overflowing, coating the junction of your bodies in a thick, creamy slick.
the intensity left him hollowed out, his muscles twitching in rhythmic spasms he had no power to stop.
as the peak slowly subsided, leaving him adrift in a hazy, golden afterglow, you didn't pull away.
instead, you stayed draped over him, feeling the slow, thudding retreat of his heart against your palms. you shifted slightly, the movement causing a soft, squelching sound as you slid against the abundance of his release. the friction-less glide of skin on skin through that thick layer of cream sent a fresh jolt straight to his nerves. keigo let out a sharp, startled yelp as he arched his back, his wings snapping shut with a sudden thwack against the mattress.
"no... no more, please, sweetheart," he whimpered, though he was already beginning to lean into you, his body betraying his plea.
he was completely pussy-drunk now, his mind reduced to a singular, pulsing point of pleasure that made him feel like he was floating several inches off the bed. he looked up at you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a glazed, vacant expression, his lips parted and glistening.
he looked utterly conquered, a beautiful, trembling wreck of a man who had been ridden into a state of complete submission.
you chuckled, the sound vibrating against his chest, and began to slowly withdraw.
the sensation of you sliding out of him, dragging every bit of that sensitive friction with you, made him let out a high, needy whine of protest. he reached up, his fingers clumsy and shaking, trying to hook your hips to pull you back in. "don't... don't go, baby," he rasped, his voice a mere ghost of a sound, his face flushed a deep, vivid crimson.
"going where, silly?" you murmured, though you didn't immediately slide back down.
instead, you hovered just above him, the cool air of the room hitting the slick, overheated skin of your thighs and his trembling lap. the contrast was a shock to his system; keigo shivered violently, his wings twitching in a reflexive attempt to cocoon himself.
he looked completely undone, his chest heaving in erratic bursts, his golden hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
he was in that fragile state where the slightest touch felt like a landslide, and the look of sheer, vulnerable longing in his eyes told you he was still riding the waves of a climax that had stripped him of every defense.
you watched him for a moment, savoring the sight of the powerful hero reduced to a whimpering, wide-eyed mess.
then, with a slow, deliberate movement, you reached down and circled the head of his cock with your fingers. he wasn't soft—not yet—and the skin was so sensitized that the mere graze of your fingertips made him jump, a sharp, strangled gasp escaping his lips.
"you're still so reactive, keigs," you teased softly. you began to swirl your fingers, teasing the opening, stirring the thick cream that still coated him.
keigo’s head hit the pillow with a soft thud, his eyes fluttering shut.
"stop... no, don't stop," he corrected himself, his voice cracking.
he was fighting a losing battle with his own nervous system, his body humming with a residual charge that made every muscle fiber twitch.
when you leaned back down, pressing a lingering, wet kiss to the hollow of his throat, he let out a long, shuddering moan that vibrated through his entire frame. he felt like a raw nerve, exposed and aching, completely at your mercy.
It PMO SOMETHIN FIERCE going thru pics of his dumbass face on pinterest for this 😒
Tags: fem!reader, reader is like…very hot and charming, like plf spy hawks, reader is spying on heroes, hawks is a loser simp, cheating but it’s all part of the plan, kinda hawks x reader but mostly dabi x reader, dabi and hawks both getting micro-cucked by each other?, suggestive but no smut, minor violence, lowkey solely to punish hawks for being blond and annoying
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“I should’ve known…”
“Are one-liners all you know how to say?”
Hawks glares at you, his stance defensive even though he’s hesitating to attack you outright.
You just grin a little, not even inching towards a weapon or using your quirk, just watching him easily as chaos erupts below.
“I could kill you right now, y’know.” He threatens lowly, but he still doesn’t reach for a feather.
“Go ahead.” You challenge lazily, taking a casual step closer. “But are you sure you can?”
Gritting his teeth, Hawks backs up as you step closer. He could kill you right now. He should kill you. That’s his job. You’re a villain- a murderer- a terrorist.
But…well…you’re a damn pretty one.
—
This bullshit started a few months ago.
Around the same time he started spying on the PLF, you showed up at the HPSC headquarters with a stack of credentials from some other country, swearing up and down that you moved to Japan to become a hero.
Looking back, it was so fucking obvious. But the documents were perfect, you smooth-talked your way through every security screening and interview, and flashed that award-winning smile at anyone who had the nerve to be even slightly suspicious.
Of course, Hawks took it upon himself to keep an eye on you.
I mean, an extremely promising hero that no one’s ever heard of before from another country just popping up out of thin air during the height of the rise of villainy?
He’d be crazy not to do his own spy work. And it’s not like he’s not used to this type of thing anyways.
And what better way to keep an eye on someone is there than getting as close as possible to them?
So, throwing on his own most charming smile, he approached you without a trace of visible suspicion. You’d met him with your own charisma, easily accepting his invitation of a tour of the headquarters, patrolling together, maybe getting lunch together sometime…
As much as Hawks hates to admit it, he did actually…not trust you, no, but he let his guard down.
You did everything right. You asked all the right questions while gathering info about headquarters- schedules, security, cameras, shift rotations. You did your due diligence on patrol, saving civilians, apprehending regular thieves and chasing after villains. And your one ‘lunch meeting’ turned into multiple, then into dinner meetings, then dates without the name.
And, well, one late night together at the office turned into quite possibly Hawks’ biggest mistake when it came to you.
He should’ve known.
Of course a villain would be willing to sleep their way into someone’s good graces.
“Mmm…” You hum softly, still grinning as you back him up against the wall. “You just thought something mean, didn’t you?”
Scowling now, Hawks finally reaches back and grabs a long, sharp feather, extending it towards you with a hard glare. “Don’t act cute with me.”
Pouting lightly, you stop a couple inches from the tip of the blade, holding your hands up in a fake, weak show of surrender. “C’mon…I’m not acting. I thought we had something special going on…”
“‘Special’?” He scoffs, taking a hard step forward and backing you up now. Somewhere on the main floor, something erupts and shakes the building. “You faked everything with me. That’s not special.”
“I didn’t fake everything…” You nearly purr, giving him a grin that suggests you mean exactly what he thinks it means. “At the very least, we made each other feel good, didn’t we?”
Stupidly, Hawks blinks in slight surprise, remembering quite well the exact moments you’re talking about.
You did that right, too.
Kissed him right. Whispered the right things in his ear. Touched him right. Let him fuck you right.
And it wasn’t just once. It became a regular thing- meeting up for some good old fashioned stress relief amidst all the instability of the world. It was more than ‘good’. Fuck, he even took you back to his house a few times. But you never let him over to yours…
“That doesn’t have to end just because of this…”
Fuck, when had you gotten so close?
Stepping past his extended blade, you stop less than a foot away, batting those deceivingly innocent eyelashes at him. “We can keep making each other feel good…”
Glare faltering to a look of confused surprise, Hawks stares at you without moving away or striking like he should. You…wanna continue?
God, what is he even thinking—?
Snapping back into reality, he hardens his glare again, tensing up again as he steps back.
He either needs to grow the balls to kill you right now or make a run for it. If he misses his opportunity and Twice starts cloning himself, this whole mission will be doomed—
But before he can make up his mind, your hands land on his chest and shove him back the remaining few inches into the wall. Reacting just a second too late, Hawks nearly drives the feather into your back.
Too late, though.
Because your lips are already on his- soft and sweet just the way he’s used to, your hands gentle against his chest as you pin him there without any real force.
Eyes wide as saucers, he stares at you.
Fuck…
Long lashes fanning over your heated cheeks, body pressed lightly against his, hair framing your face perfectly…
You’re too damn pretty, seriously.
It’s just now that Hawks realizes he’d grabbed your waist when you pushed him back. He squeezes it lightly, and your breath hitches softly the same way it used to.
Shit…
Groaning miserably in the back of his throat, Hawks drops the feather that had been poised against your back, wrapping the arm around your waist instead. He tugs you closer, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes as he kisses you back deeper.
Fucking idiot.
Suppressing a grin so he doesn’t feel it against his lips, you peek your eyes open to see his taken expression. You almost feel bad, honestly.
He’s clearly never had much affection in his life before. So skeptical, so suspicious, so talented…but so weak when it comes to any form of intimacy.
He didn’t admit it, but you could tell you took his virginity. Hell, maybe even his first kiss. He’d looked at you like you were a goddess every time you let him slide inside, his wings shaking and his breath hitching as you purred his name and pulled him down closer. He teared up every time he came, his hands sinking into your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He thanked you every time in the afterglow.
Yeah…you almost feel bad.
Biting at his bottom lip the way you know he likes, you reach over his shoulder to gently run a hand over the ridge of one wing.
The reaction is immediate, and exactly what you need. You learned quickly that he’s sensitive everywhere…but especially those wings.
Hawks moans against your lips, his knees nearly buckling as he smushes you in closer to his body, his hips rolling forward of their own accord.
Continuing to pet and stroke his wing with one hand to keep him distracted, you free one trails down with a careful slowness, down down down to the dagger concealed on your thigh. Once your fingers brush the hilt, it’s over in an instant.
Again, he reacts just a second too late, and a pained gasp leaves his lips as half the blade is thrust into his side. Impressively, he’d managed to grab your wrist in the split second between realizing what’s happening and stopping it before it’s too late.
Unable to stop the grin now, you rip yourself from his grip and jump back, pulling the dagger from his side on the way back.
Hawks clutches his side, grunting lowly in pain while leveling you with quite possibly the most hateful glare you’ve ever seen. But he’s not just looking at you anymore.
“Guess you really did get distracted.”
Dabi snickers as he steps up beside you, making a show of wrapping an arm around your waist. You go easily, leaning into his side while wiping the blood from your dagger on the leg of your pants.
“Pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls mockingly, rough hand rubbing your hip with obvious possession. “I guess even you can’t help falling for some tits in your face, huh?”
Hawks doesn’t take long to put the pieces together, and he scowls at the realization. “You let your girlfriend cheat just for a mission?”
Shrugging casually, Dabi glances at you briefly before looking at Hawks again. “It was my idea. I knew she wouldn’t fall for some poser hero like you anyways.”
You giggle softly, only rubbing salt into the wound even more.
“So you let your girl cum on another mans dick?”
Admittedly, the way he calls you out surprises you a bit. But, then again…
“She didn’t. Not really, anyways.” Dabi counters easily, still laidback as he holds you close. “Trust me, she only feels real good when she’s taking it raw. And she did, right after every time with you.”
“Hey—.” You complain softly, nudging his side with your elbow and looking at him with a small glare at the unnecessary crassness.
“What?” Dabi snorts in amusement, looking fully at you now as he grins. “It’s true.”
“Yeah, but—.”
You’re cut off by the sound of whooshing air, both of you looking back over to see an empty spot where Hawks was once leaning against the wall. Now there’s only a small pool of blood and a smear on the wall. Frowning, you take one step to chase after him before Dabi grabs your arm.
“Go meet up with the others.” He commands lowly, pushing you in the opposite direction. “I’ll deal with this nuisance myself.”
You snicker, stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to his scarred cheek. “Jealous?”
Smirking sharply, Dabi grabs your jaw quickly with his free hand, wiping your lips clean almost roughly, as if he can force Hawks’ essence from them.
“Among other things.” He admits lowly. “Now go.”
Letting go of you, Dabi starts off in the direction of where he last saw Twice, only calling back once before turning a corner.
“By the way…That kiss was way too long, sweetheart.”
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Summary: Keigo's determined to make his partner happy.
Warnings/Contains: Fluff, established relationship, grumpy!reader, you hate your manager
WC: 580
Posted On: 10/08/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: You and Me Song - The Wannadies
Original Request:
I’d love to see you do Hawks with a grumpy reader, he loves annoying you but at the same time you also find him endearing
Divider by @angeliicide
If Keigo could have one thing for the rest of his life, it would be to forever to annoy the fuck out of you.
Some days you don't even remember how you two ended up together, but you guys made it work; you and Keigo had been together for about three years now — the most annoying three years.
He would poke you constantly, yap your head off, have one of his feathers follow you around, but at the end of the day, you always ended up in his arms.
Which currently led to this. You had just gotten back from work, letting out a frustrated sigh as you slipped off your shoes, "I'm home," you called out. The house seemed quieter than usual as you headed straight to your room. While you unchanged and swapped uniform for pyjamas, the sound of the toilet flushing and sink running could be heard momentarily.
When Keigo left the bathroom, he was happily surprised to see you fixing your hair. "Oh ho, looks like my stunning partner is home," he commented, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, "hey hey, babe, how was work?"
You just rolled your eyes, "ugh, I'm not in a good mood today, Keigo, stupid managers and their fucking superiority complexes…"
The man gave you a soft look, but squeezed you, "aw, babeee, it's gonna be okay!" he turned you around to face him and tried to make a cute face, keyword tried — he looked more like an awkward, strangled face. "Tell me what happened? Keigo can make it alllll better for you!"
"Don't worry about it, seriously," you grumbled, peeling away from him to lay on your side of the bed. The blond just pouted and followed you, crawling into bed next to you. He hated when you got into these moods, but he couldn't help but want to solve every little problem of yours.
"Seriously?!" he whined, trailing a hand up your arm, "you know I hate when you get all grumpy like this, baby…" he leaned his head against your shoulder as you looked away, trying hard not to look into his eyes. Damn him and his stupid puppy dog eyes.
You sighed before turning to face him, "fine fine I'll tell you," you sighed, "just… stupid manager expecting me to do everything and getting surprised when I tell him I was stressing out… told me to 'take a fucking breather' — yeah right!" At your words, Keigo's expression softened, pulling you into a warm hug.
"Oh, babe… you should tell HR or another manager, that's not okay at all," he mumbled into the top of your head, pressing a warm kiss on it, "say… if he gives you anymore trouble, well.. let's just say pro-hero Hawks will make a surprise visit."
At his words, you rolled your eyes but gave him a weak smile, "thanks Keigo, I think I'll be fine. I'll kick his ass next time he tries to start some shit with me, or schedules me onto the stupidest, most impossible tasks ever." Keigo smiled at your determination and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your face relentlessly.
"Alright alright, that's enough!" you tried pushing him off of you, but Keigo and his stupid hero-strength held a tight grip on you, continuing to shower kisses all over your face.
"You're- too- cute- when- you're- tough," he praised in between kisses.
Safe to say, Keigo got a bit of a whacking afterwards.
You were the other woman. Your lover had no wife, but a job which consumed all his time. Responsibility which swallowed him whole and left only a piece of him for you. And what a darling piece it was, but a fleeting one. You were the only one who knew his real name, Keigo.
He insisted that was the name you moaned when he came to visit, the name you whispered in his ear when you carded your hands through his locks of ash blonde hair. Of course, those nights were few and far between. You were his perfectly kept secret. No news outlet knew of you, nor did the commission he so sparsely spoke of. All you knew was he had eyes on him constantly, so you should feel lucky whenever he found time to steal away and knock on your balcony window.
Lucky wasn’t the word you felt, more like neglected. Hidden away.
But when he did come, it was so sweet. You hated him, yet he made you so happy with that darling way he had. He always had something delivered to you, fresh flowers for the kitchen. A set of luxury imported loose-leaf teas. Silk clothing in the deep red shade of his wings, a color he adored you in for you to wear the next time he’d visit. It was tonight that you sat on your couch, flicking through channels on your large television he’d purchased for you.
Fresh out of the shower, snuggled up in a robe that still smelled like him. That warm spiced citrus scent he carried around on him. Stuffing your face with sushi you had ordered.
When the knock came on your balcony door, you startled, glancing over to see Keigo’s tired face smiling at you through the glass. You always left it unlocked for him, but you knew he enjoyed the act of you getting up to open it for him. He wanted you to “greet him at the door”, like any doting girlfriend. But you weren’t his girlfriend, and the balcony glass door barely counted as a front door. Still, you humored him. You moved the plate of sushi off your lap and onto the coffee table, getting up off the couch to open the door for him, practically tripping over yourself to reach him.
“Dove,” He breathed as his lips immediately met yours once you got the door open, his warm, gloved hands enveloping your waist. Your hands went to find purchase in his hair as you pressed against him, lips working in tandem against his own.
He tasted like yakitori, and you could tell that’s what he had for lunch since he rarely had time to make himself dinner. He was still in his hero outfit, and you ran the pads of your fingers against the soft white fur lining of his jacket as you pushed it off his shoulders and dragged him further inside your apartment.
“I missed you,” You say when you both part to catch your breath. You took in the sight of his amber eyes focused on just you, saving the image for the next sleepless nights you’d spend alone, watching him on the TV, saving the world. For tonight, he was yours and yours alone. You wouldn’t have to share him with the rest of Japan.
“I missed you too, Dove, so much. Did you like the red Geraniums I had delivered to you?” He cupped your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
“I did, they’re so pretty. Thank you. I put them in the kitchen.” You glance back at the kitchen, and when you look back at him, he’s taking off his gloves.
“Would you want me to fix you up some dinner? I made sushi, king crab ro-” he cuts you off with another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, which earns him a soft moan from you.
“Maybe later, I want to enjoy my dessert first. Lay back on the couch for me, dove. Take the robe off.” You nod, trying to not look too disappointed; you knew the reason he stopped by. It’d be stupid to pretend it was for any other reason.
You slipped off your robe, your soft, freshly perfumed skin making contact with the soft curve of the couch cushions. You watched in awe as he stripped in front of you. For a man too fast for his own good, he liked to take his time undressing. He knew you enjoyed watching the show. His wings spread out wide once he got his shirt off, blocking the background show playing on the television.
His belt was next to go, dropping to the ground with a thud. There was a time when he’d wrapped it around his hand, and you had his initials imprinted on your ass for the next few days. But you could tell by the look in his eyes that tonight wasn’t that kind of night. He looked too needy to take his time doing anything unnecessary. He only stripped down to his boxers before sitting down on the couch, patting his knee.
“C’mere, dove. Let me see you.”
Moonlight poured through the open balcony, illuminating his features beautifully. You moved over and straddled his lap, grinding down against his thigh. He gently jerked his leg up to push against your clit, coaxing a moan out of you as you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, shutting your eyes.
“Nuh uh baby, let me see that pretty face of yours when I make you feel good.” He tutted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him as your grinded against his bare thigh with a flushed face.
“Put your hands on daddy’s shoulders,” He guided your hands to grip onto his shoulders so you could steady yourself as you ground down on him.
It was embarrassing how quickly you fell apart in his grasp, under his gaze, how quickly your entire body lit on fire with need. And he just sat back with a stupid grin on his face, watching you pleasure yourself desperately without any help from him.
“Keigo, please, I need you inside!” You pleaded with him, the first of a long line of begging that night you were sure.
“I know, dove. Cum from grinding on my thigh like a dumb little thing, and daddy will fuck you so good, I promise. Just cum for daddy, just like this.”
You unraveled for him quickly. All it took was his gentle coaxing praise to send you over the edge of passion as you gushed all over his thigh, feeling too good to be embarrassed but still needy for something more.
“There we go, come on, lie back for me, dove.” You wined when you realized he wasn’t going to fuck you how you needed it yet.
Keigo enjoyed taking his time to tease you, to make you fall apart without him putting in much work. Lazily watching you writhe from a few languid touches to your heated flesh.
His large hands squeezed your thighs as he settled between them. He nipped at the sides of them with his annoyingly sharp canines, leaving love bites that would last you long enough to remember this night fondly. He lathed his tongue over the bruising marks with care, leaving kisses all over you, from your thighs, his breath ghosting over your clit as he moved up to leave kisses on your stomach, up to the curve of your breasts, which he poured his attention over as you squirmed and moaned.
Tweaking your hardening nipple with one hand and working his tongue over the other. Leaving red marks all over your collarbone and neck with his lips before working back down, doing it all over again until he made it back to your slick cunt.
“Please, Keigo, I want you so bad.” His hand left a sharp pain on your thigh as it came down, before rubbing over the area gently. “Daddy, Sorry. Please, Daddy, I need it. I’ll be good, I promise.” You correct yourself. Keigo was what you used when the two of you made love. He must have had something else in mind tonight.
You didn’t know, your mind felt hazy, and your vision blurred when his tongue ran over your slit before he sucked on your clit, and you shut your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the armrest of the couch.
He stayed like that, lapping and nipping at your clit for a while until you felt two of his fingers prod at your entrance. “Yes, please!” You moaned, finally getting what you wanted.
“So perfect for me,” He groaned against your pussy as he eased his fingers in, stretching you open and curling against your G-spot, making you gasp and moan, your thighs tensing as you clenched around him. “That feels good, baby? Tell me.” He says, moving his fingers in and out faster, glancing up at you with dilated pupils, his lips gleaming with your wetness.
“Look at me and tell Daddy how good it feels.”
You force your head up to meet his gaze. “Feels so good, daddy, t-thank you. M’ so close.”
“My sweet thing,” He coos when he sees the tears in your eyes from how good it feels to be taken care of after so long. Dripping down your cheeks and making you look the prettiest you ever have to him. He loved making you cry, whether it be from pleasure, overstimulation, or making you gag one too many times on his cock. That flushed look you adopted with glimmering eyes made him almost cum in his boxers like an amateur.
He fingered you as he came back up from your pussy, leaning over you to kiss you. Letting you taste yourself on his lips as he uses his thumb to rub your clit until he feels you clench down on his fingers and yelp as you cum, accidentally biting down on his bottom lip.
He was so mean the way he played with you like this, leaving you alone for so long without him to come back for one night and tease you like this. You knew you were a masochist to enjoy such torture. He nursed you back to sanity, kissing your tears away and smoothing his hand over your hair as he whispered soft praise for cuming for him.
“Look how precious you are, so good for me. Such a good hole for me to fuck, yeah, baby?” He chuckles and grabs your chin, making you nod even though your mind is so fuzzy all his words sound muffled to you as you pant, coming down from something so intense.
“You want daddy to cum inside of you now, dove?” He asked, and those words broke through that fuzzy barrier that made you feel like you were floating on a cloud, far above anything real.
“Yes! Yes, please, please. I need you to fill me with your cum, daddy. I can’t live without it, please.” You pleaded and begged, kissing his neck. A sick part of you wanted to get pregnant from it, so he wouldn’t leave you alone so much.
You were on birth control, and it’d never happen, but in your twisted fantasies, you carried his babies, and he lived with you, a perfect little family you’d make. Never left alone to ponder if he was still alive.
The feeling of his thick tip pushing against your prepped hole brought you back to reality, tore you out of your fantasy world. You mewled at the delicious stretch that his cock provided, like a soothing balm for a burn. It made every ache go away, made you feel complete. You tugged him down by his hair to kiss you as he moved inside you faster.
“Take it, dove. You’re so tight- s…so perfect for me. Gonna fill you right up, until my cum’s spillin’ out of you. Gonna push it right back in, treat you so good. Make you fall in love with me,” the bravado from before melted into pathetic groans as he thrusted into you, huffing, the grip on your hips bruising.
“M’ already in love with you, Keigo!” You cry out, dragging your nails down his back, fingers brushing against his sensitive wings. You felt him twitch inside you before his hips stuttered in their consistent pace and he spilled his cum inside of you.
The both of you lay with each other, panting. Him still inside you, a creamy ring forming around the base of his dick. You ran your hands through his hair one last time, kissing his face. “I love you so much, Keigo.” You whisper.
You want to cry when you hear the alarm go off on his phone and he pulls out of you, kissing you one last time before pulling his boxers back on and collecting his clothes off the floor. You lay there on the couch, staring at the ceiling while he dresses.
“Duty calls, dove. M’ sorry, I’d stay longer if I could, you know that. I’ll see you soon.” He says, kissing your face before pulling on his jacket, and you hear the shutting of the balcony door.
It was Friday, one of the busiest days of the week. With that being the main factor, Keigo was working, so it was just me again. Well not like I minded, I was asleep all day. It was nice to finally be able to have the correct sleep schedule I was supposed to have. I had more energy to do stuff. like eat, and draw/color, uhh, and mostly sleep.
Keigo called me lazy, but well, fuck him. Anyway, I was peacefully sleeping on the couch. Because l liked the amount of sun it got, and I wouldn't need a blanket that would hurt my wings. Well if you could call them that.
I hear the door open and perk up. Kei was home, and I could smell the food he brought. Although that happy thought of food quickly passed when I found out it was KFC... Again. I swear this man ate it every night, more like day, it felt like we ate it for every meal. But at least he thought of me in the slightest, and got me regular wings from somewhere else instead of a giant bucket like him.
"fat" I said as I watched him go to fucking town on the bucket of chicken wings. "What?" He said as he turned his head over to me. "I said you're fat, you eat like a starved child even though you eat three meals a day. You eat KFC for every on of those meals, and you chew really loudly." He looks at me in disbelief before scoffing. "Well even if I'm fat the ladies still love me, and I'm the most charming man you'll ever meet."
"How old are you?"
"22"
"You're not a man, you're still a little boy."
"Excuse me-"
"You're excused."
He looks at me in disbelief at my words. The small little child he brought to the hospital was gone, instead it was replaced by an angsty teen, WHO WASNT EVEN A TEEN. "Aren't you like 10?" I now stare at him in disbelief. Who was this little boy who had the audacity to call me ten. "I'm eleven and a half thank you very much."
"Right, right. Sure you are."
I look at him for a second, and out of pure fucking spite. I knock that gross ass chicken wing out of his hand. It hits the floor and a deafening silence follows the thud it makes. Keigo stares at it, like it assaulted his whole bloodline, then to me, with the same look. He stands up, drumstick in hand and says, "You foul child, you have disrespected me and the KFC ancestors. Now, you must pay for your sins." And with that, he chucked his drumstick at my head and attacked me.
Suddenly I was being lifted up and held in the air. "KFC ancestors hear my pleas, for please accept this offering I present to you. Also please give me more money for KFC." He coughed out that last part and body slammed me into the couch.
.............
He then proceeds to grab the drumstick he assaulted me with. AND BEGINS FUCKING HITTING ME WITH IT
~we'll be right back~
Hawks sits at the kitchen table on his computer as I watch My Little Pony for the twelfth time today. He said he was gonna do some research on something, I don't remember what he told me.
I was on my fifth episode in a row as I rocked back and forth with my knees to my chest like a mental patient, when Hawks came and sat down next to me with a dramatic sigh. I look over at him not turning my head, but I give him a look like he just screamed when we were in class and it was dead silent.
I look back towards the TV and say to him. "Did your research go well." He takes a moment to answer. He dramatically sighs again like he works both the day shift and night shift at McDonalds and gets paid minimum wage for it. "Not at all, I barely got anywhere searching about owl related quirks." Ohhhhh that's what he was researching. I side eye him. "Why did you need to research about that?"
He gave me a look like it should've been obvious... It twas not. "You're an owl... did you not know that, or did you get brain damage when I hit you with the drumstick." I look at him, 'this fucking dumb fuck, I wanna hit him so badly.' I roll my eyes at him. "Whatever bird brain."
I look back to the TV. 'My wings are itchy... Like really itchy.' I reach up to scratch my wings. It was satisfying... but they continued to itch. It felt like they had a bunch of mosquito bites on them. I continued scratching until it gave a satisfying burn. Keigo noticed and grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away. "What are you doing-''
I flinched so hard, I yanked my arm away from him so quickly. We both froze. I was on one side of the couch, curled up as much as I could without it being noticeable. It was noticeable. He was on the other side, not as protective as me, but he still had his hand out. His face had a look of shock first, then worry, then a look of something that I could only call understanding. Like when you see a stray hurt cat, that's hissing at you, but instead of being scared you know why it's hissing.
We stay like that for a moment, My Little Pony still playing like everything was fine. Like I hadn't just acted like I was back in the old house, like me and Keigo were still laughing at the fact he hit me with a drumstick earlier.
He slowly raises a finger to point at my wing. "Those are pin-feathers. They get itchy when you don't preen them." I didn't move, I just stared. I was still experiencing whiplash and Keigo was trying his best. I wish I wasn't like this. Why couldn't I just be normal. Why did I have to jolt away from him just grabbing my wrist.
Then I all came back to me.
All the hitting, the bottle smashing, the slaps and kicks to the back and jaw. Everything I endured in the old house. The rotting corps, my mom dying...
Wait.
All of this was because my mom died.
If my mom never died NONE of this would've happened. I could've kept all my friends and family, Y'know my NORMAL life. It would've never happened if my mom hadn't died on the couch.
I was spiraling in my own head, and I couldn't get out. Thought after thought racing through my mind. It all turned into a swirling tornado so quickly. My breathing became ragged, none of my thoughts felt like my own anymore and it just wouldn't-
"Hey, you alright kiddo?"
I look at him, then to the TV. I situated myself to look back at the TV. "Yeah." I said plainly. He looked at me, still worried. "I could help you preen your wings if you want." I look over at him and reply way too quickly. "yea."
So that's what we did. We sat on the couch and preened my wings for there rest of the evening, and I passed out with My Little Pony in the background.
Evening well spent.
Authors note~
Heyyyyy, so uhhh, sorry for the extremely late post. First I got distracted by playing a game about two gay characters. I could post the link if it’s in popular demand. Then I had to do my online class that I fucking HATE. But in the end I produced a crack induced and a trauma scene. Anyway! until next time. <3 :3