Keigo Takami x Fem Reader ÂĄ smut !
Warnings: dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, read teasing, oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, rude smut, Hawks dom, Stripper au! swearing, reader not totally submissive, games of understanding and flirting.
Synopsis: You are a stripper at a renowned night club in Tokyo. One evening you meet a mysterious boy with red wings and a safe attitude, which catches your attention right away. You approach him to make him your new toy, not knowing you would be his.
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As a stripper you met many clients in your line of work, Â you were used to lustful looks, hands trying to touch you in intimate spots and dirty words. Whether your clientele was young or older didnât matter, you had to offer what they paid you for. Very few times have you gotten to the point of sleeping with someone, especially because you were disgusted by most of the customers who asked you something more... intimate, the lucky few you fucked them either out of desire or for big memorable figures.
Even if they did not say it openly, the most frequent customers were just the so called "Hero", who came to places like that to find rest and pleasure. Often they were students or real professionals, but never high-ranking.
No, they would never risk a bad reputation for a few hours of public recreation. Hiding in their fancy houses, washing their dirty laundry, bastards.
You didnât hate their work, for Godâs sake, they saved a lot more lives than cops or anyone else, but it was all about reputation. What Pro Hero would be taken seriously if he went to whores? For the society you were this, whores who earned money by sucking cocks or giving ass, even if you danced around a pole or indulged in some private dance.
Your shift had started. You worked in one of the most renowned night clubs in Tokyo and you were grateful for that, the money you earned in one night was enough to pay part of your rent in a modest apartment in the city center.
The smell of perfumes mixed invaded your nostrils, while the air weighed down between hairspray and grains of powder; girls who talked and wore dresses to dance on the pole or to serve the various tables in the privé, all extremely attractive that accentuated their beauty through personalized makeup. They laughed and joked with each other while you made your entrance to prepare with them, you were not antisocial but you often preferred not to sneak into their open conversations and focus on looking as attractive as them.
In silence you began to dress, wearing a one-shoulder mesh top, with a covering piece under the breast and a chain as a shoulder strap to hold the opposite side of the sleeve; the piece was usually a normal slip that recalled the Chanel pattern used throughout the garment, with the addition of a chain that started from one hip and ended in the other; all in a strict silver and vermilion red.
You opted for a sober and simple make-up, both for lack of desire and time. A black eyeliner and rod of the same color of the dress, fake eyelashes, some silver glitter scattered around the face and a red lipstick. You loved the way that color was shining on you, making you more attractive under the club lights, you could say it was your color, it belonged to you. A spray of perfume and straighten your hair with your fingers before you get up to leave the dressing room.
Once in the room flashing blinding lights, loud music, men whistling and some girls before your turn dancing.
Just another working night, you kept telling yourself as you walked on stage that it was left alone by your co-workers.
Strange eyes stared at you, eating your body practically undressed, while dirty and sinful thoughts reached their perverted minds.
Your hips swayed to the rhythm of the music as your hands danced along your body, sensually touching yourself to get to the pole placed in the center of the stage, teasing the crowd with a mischievous smile on your face.
It was hard to think that you were unsure of the way you appeared or danced, but your fascination lay with that character you created to work. You werenât y/n on those sinful nights, you were Desiree, the sexy foreign pole dancer, and the customers loved you.
Your eyes moved along the crowd, sending mischievous looks and amused those pigs who would so touch you, while your hand grabs the pole walking around it until you found the right rhythm. You hooked your left leg to the pole you turned while dancing the song, both legs on the pole and your back arched so you could turn comfortably, shivering at the cold metal colliding with the heat of your skin. Your every move was sensual but elegantly graceful, something that made people whistle at you and applaud you, shouting your name and throwing money on stage.
You could feel a doll under those lustful looks, an object that performed for the pleasure of others, as if you were a tame pet, you hated that feeling that brought you work. You didnât complain, but it was all paid off with the exorbitant salary. You breathed deeply as your body twisted and twisted around the pole, driving away any negative thoughts to keep your mask of a confident and powerful woman.
Your gaze was captured by majestic scarlet wings curled against the back of a man who had just entered. You followed the man curiously, you did not know him, he was certainly new. You would have remembered such beautiful and impressive wings.
You let yourself be distracted by that seeming angel fallen on the ground, and then look away, starting to perform again in front of those drooling pigs who tried to touch you reaching out to the stage, hoping to capture your attention.
Your hips swayed gently against the now lukewarm iron, letting your arms and legs wrap around to show erotic and themed figures with the song to the audience.
When your gaze returned to where you left the mysterious boy, he was gone, making you sigh with sorrow. Regret that disappeared when you felt a lascivious look burn on your skin, coming from the stage reserved for celebrities. Murky golden eyes outlined your figure, slowly descending from the pole.
God, that man was hot as hell. Hair like golden threads, slightly disordered but apparently soft; eyes amber and predatory; a hand slightly covered the lips, leaving only a few neat locks of beard; the fingers tapered and terribly attractive, slightly covered by black gloves cut to leave the fingers uncovered; an tight black tank top that let glimpse his sculpted body and a jacket of the same color as his wonderful wings, with sleeves curled on the biceps and a black and red visor the size of a pair of glasses. Only later did you notice that he was smoking, releasing smoke into the air as he hatched his beautiful and inviting lips.
You found him terribly attractive, you pointed him, he would have been yours that night. You wouldnât have left that juicy morsel to anyone else, on the other hand, he was aiming for you at that moment. Why not play with it?
You slipped off the pole and crawled towards him like a panther that found its delicious prey. The men kept whistling and yelling crap at you as you sat on the edge of the stage, looking into the pretty blondâs eyes.
You totally stepped off the stage and sat on his lap, making him sneer maliciously as he pulled yet another shot from his cigarette.
< Can I? > You asked softly  pointing with your eyes at the object between his fingers, while you leaned your hands one on his shoulder and the other on his chest. He turned his cigarette and leaned it on your lips, giving you a shot. It tasted different from the other cigarettes you were used to, there was its taste on it and it was so fucking good. Release the smoke before approaching his ear.
< Whatâs your name, honey? > you asked in a low tone, slightly popping your tongue at the end.
< Mh, maybe youâd better tell me yours first, lil angel. > he said to your ear, in a deep and appetizing tone.
Growl when his hand landed on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.
< What do you want to call me? Iâll be all you want tonight > Â Your voice was tempting, you were enjoying the little game.
< Only your name, babybird > answered and then smelled your neck, intoxicating with your sweet perfume. His beard made you shudder and a jolt ran through your bearâs spine. . < Desiree > His gaze was amused as he took you from your jaw and squeezed it slightly, then approached his face.
< Babydoll, your real name. > He growled against your lips, making himself even more attractive to your eyes. You were mesmerized by his predatory gaze, making you feel like such a helpless prey.
< What do you need my name for? Will you arrest me for sitting on you? Birdie > you giggled on his face. He smiled at your temper, so far no one had ever responded to him, he liked you. he was playing for you.
< Birdie? Are we that close yet, Kid? > His thumb gently stroked your cheek and slightly bit his lower lip, looking down to look at your body perched on him. < Since we are already intimate. You can tell me your name> concluded, bringing the look on your eyes.
You rolled your eyes and smiled, you took his cigarette and with one last shot you finished it, putting it out on the ashtray on the table nearby. < Why donât you find out, sweetie? > you poked him, releasing smoke on his pretty face. He approached your lips, thinking you wanted this, but to his surprise you rose from his legs as you stroked his chest, then went back on stage and collected your money, leaving a few winks and a few hands that put big tips inside your panties. Too easy to get him all at once, the game was his but the players were two.
You glanced at the man and walked to the dressing room to leave the money in your bag. He looked at you charmed, you were fucking sexy. Such a clever temptress.
Too bad the game he started didnât want to end, if you had his best interest before, you now had all his attention. Which led to him asking the club manager if he could have you in private, giving you your stripper name.
Keigo was a hero, one of the important ones, in third place immediately after All might and Endeavor, so when he made such a banal request to your manager, he could only accept. He knew of his social status and all his riches, like a prince, so he took the leap and gave him the most expensive and comfortable Privé of the whole building.
Your manager rushed to find you and when he found you he took your hands excited. Even though he was a well-established adult and apparently shady, he had nice, friendly behavior with his employees. He warned you that you had an important client to satisfy, putting in your hands the key card of the privé on the 5th floor.
You smiled, holding the key in your hands. < We have a high player here. Even the most luxurious room... Blondie doesnât mind at all. > You giggled and thanked the boy in front of you, dismissing him.
You fixed your hair, gave it a little volume, and then wiped your skin with some wet wipes. You had showered before you came in, but you hated the thought of those dirty hands on your skin, you still had to show up immaculate to your new toy. You sprayed your perfume on your skin again and checked your makeup, you were perfect.
You headed for the elevator and used the key card to get to the fifth floor. That floor was an expensive penthouse, which was only rented for the night, not by the hour like other privés. Few could afford to use it, so 70% had never even seen that plan, as if it were something legendary.
When the elevator opened, warm and soft hands took you from your hips, slamming you against the wall and sniffing your neck. All you could see were wings quivering when the man inhaled your perfume.
< I was wondering how long it would take you, yn...> Chills. He knew your name, your asshole manager must have said everything. Bastard.
< I see you went to great lengths to know my name, Birdie. > He laughed and dragged a hand along your body, until he wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped to feel his grip and you bit your lip.
< Mh... I had to spend my time in something > he made the grip rise up to under the jaw and his thumb now pressed on your lower lip, while his lascivious look peered at you. < You shouldnât have made me wait so long, babybird. > His voice was hoarse and low, which made your legs slightly tightened.
< Will you ever forgive me? > Â you asked ironically, teasing him, you were playing with him and you liked what you two were doing.
He laughed and caressed your lip, pressing it slightly as he approached you. He winced when he was so close to you that he could smell his breath like whiskey and tobacco. You licked his finger and swallowed a small part of his skin, looking him in the eye. < You have to make it up to me, Kid. > he said to pull away from you, backing up until he sat comfortably on the couch, drinking the whiskey he had definitely left on the small table when he heard the elevator.
The absence of his touch made you feel so empty and cold. His warm hands had burned your skin to the point of needing to have them back.
He didnât look at you, and you clinked your heels on the luxurious parquet to get to him. A hand stood on his shoulder, and then you sat down again on his legs, sinking your face on his neck. You wouldnât have prayed like a fucking slut for his forgiveness, you werenât like that, you liked to play on sensitive points to get what you wanted.
You began to leave sweet wet kisses on his neck, while in parallel your hand stroked his neck and occasionally ended up between some strands of his golden hair. He mumbled by letting you do it, while sipping his drink, he was enjoying it, you could tell by his junk pressing against your intimacy. It would have been wrong to think of provoking that effect together, because you were already so wet after tasting a little of her skin and for a grip on the neck against the wall.
< Are you forgiving me, Mr. donât know your name yet? > you asked when his hand surrounded your waist, pushing you against his chest, feeling his hardness and his marble abs. < Call me Keigo, and no, you are not forgiven, babybird. > he said in a low voice.
He passed the frosty glass down your back, making you arch more towards him and by now crushing your breasts on his chest, your free hand clung to his shoulder and groaning on his neck. He frowned and snapped his tongue.
< Baby, you clinging to me already? > He teased you. You giggled against his neck and bit him slightly, squeezing the grip on his shoulder
< Pretty bird, are you really telling me that by having your dick hard against my pussy for some wet kiss? > Retorted, while the hand that was on his neck had now slipped down to touch lightly his hard dick.
His warm, heavy breath slammed into your neck, making you shudder.
< So cheeky... > He took a break and then laid the ice glass on your back, making you wince. < ... I love it. > he continued, basking in your chills against him. < I like girls with a strong character... It becomes more satisfying to break them for me. > he said licking your neck with a cheeky smile. < Iâll make you pray for me, Babybird. > His firm, firm, and so fucking sensual voice will make you pant on his ear.
< Then try... if you can > you challenged him.
God, there was nothing funnier for Keigo than a challenge, especially if he knew he had the win. You were already melting on him, so close to breaking.
You continued with wet kisses on neck, climbing up his jaw, with the only difference now that Keigo had your wrists locked behind your back, limiting your movements a lot. Taking away the opportunity to touch it to give it pleasure and soften it.
His free hand took your face and grinned at seeing you red and with a little drool that fell from your lips, creating a small thread with his neck. He drew you closer to his lips and did not hesitate for a second to stick his tongue in your mouth, immediately starting a wet and needy kiss.
Your pussy was pounding more and more because of his hand clasped around your wrists and your face stuck against his lips by his other hand.
He laughed at you by biting your lip, making you wince and creating a certain pleasure that sent even more blood into your ever-pounding pussy. You rub it against his red pants, looking for a friction that gives you pleasure and relief, lightly slamming your hips against his.
You could feel his hardness beating against your dripping pussy and already red from need, you rode his pelvis as if you were fucking him or doing a private ballet for his joy. It made him more and more eager to fuck you to death in the next room.
He left the grip on your face, to tap on the rubber band of your briefs, as if to ask permission to enter. You growl between his lips, by bringing the hips closer to his fingers to give him consent, he entered softly, immediately sought the entrance to your pussy, finding it already wet.
He drew you closer to him, locking your hips creating a friction between you two. He massaged your already swollen clitoris for attention, giggling in the kiss as you groaned vulgarly for his slightly callous touch. You pushed your intimacy against his fingers, looking for more than a few touches almost grazed.
He peeled from your now swollen and reddish lips, having smeared your expensive lipstick. You looked at him pleading, hoping it would be enough to bring his fingers back to your needy core.
< I wonât touch you like this again until you beg. > he said labored because of the almost suffocating kiss you gave.
Your gaze softened more, you wouldnât have begged him to touch you, but maybe with sweet eyes and some words he would give in and fuck you as you deserved.
< Youâll be begging me to be touched. > Your confident tone disappeared when Keigo totally took his fingers off your pussy and licked your humors in front of your eyes.
He looked down at you from that look mixed between need and sweetness, finding you adorable. < Know your place, brat. If I wanted to, I could fuck any of your co-workers. Youâre hot as fuck, but nothing I canât replace > Â said freezing with his eyes. His tone was colder, not as playful as before. A coldness that made you beat harder for him.
He made you lie on the leather sofa under you, standing on top of you and ending up putting your mouth on your ear. < You donât know how much I can resist. But you? already have such a wet and hot pussy. mhh so exasperated by my touch. > growled against your ear.
He wasnât touching you, he was just brushing your ear to talk to you dirty, but you were feeling more and more in need of a few touches, a rub, even accidental. You needed his touch. < C'mon, babybird. I know you want it too > he said sniffing at your hairline, laughing loudly when you panted. < Ask me... > he stroked your neck with his knuckles. < ... Beg me... > he continued blowing warm air against your ear. You could resist, you had to resist. You. Donât. Beg
< And Iâm gonna make you cum so fucking much, youâre just gonna want to get fucked by me. Until you canât remember who you are, where you are, and why youâre jumping on my dick. > His voice was persuasive, sweet, calm and low. You couldnât talk, you were concentrating on not giving in. You had dignity, and that was worth more than a creampie from a sexy blond with scarlet wings.
A red feather landed on your face, abnormally descending further and further down your body, gently touching your sensitive skin, and then resting between your legs, moving slightly on your inner thigh. < K-Keigo, youâre t-touching me! > exclaimed, he was playing dirty and he knew it. < Iâm not doing anything, babybird. If you so desperately want my touch, ask me. > Â replied grinning. The feather continued to rise and fall, occasionally hitting your covered core.
< Fine! Can you t-touch me there...? > you asked nicely, hoping to find her tapered fingers again inside you. He laughed and passed a finger on your now wet briefs < Where? here? > he asked, teasing you, slightly poking inside, making you arch your back and sigh heavily. < Y-yes...> .
Your face was already red from the embarrassment, it had already been hard to ask a complete stranger to touch them, let alone feel him playing with your needs. You were used to playing with your clients, but next thing you know, they were already fucking you on your private bed. With Keigo no, he had that way of disparaging, he wanted to be begged to give what he had, as if you were a child who asks for candy to her mother, begging her to buy them.
Only unlike a mother, Keigo enjoyed the sexual suffering of his victim. How a predator watched his prey plead and destroy itself for him. It made him feel so good.
< Then beg me, angel. I would make your wet pussy feel so fucking good. > sighed in ecstasy, brushing his beard against you < Do it and I will end your sweet suffering. > Finally he saw it, your look slowly broke and made him so excited. If you had broken for him, he would have made you enjoy yourself like never before, it was his skill.
Swallowing while you were breathing heavily, you tried to reach out to touch your covered pussy, but Keigo was about to block your hand to the side of your head. < My game, my rules. Donât cheat, baby >
You didnât know whether to get excited about him talking dirty and growl at you or hate him for torturing you for something you deserved. You fucking deserved those hands on you.
You gave in. You couldnât stand the urge, his words, the warm breath against your neck, his absent hands, his feather between your legs. Fuck your dignity, you needed it.
< Say it, babybird. > said on your jaw, smelling your fragrant skin.
< I need you back, please... > You said it with tight teeth, looking at him with hostility, you hated to beg, but he seemed so amused.
You drew his attention, making him move on you, standing on your person. The semi open wings, so impressive and powerful; his crumpled jacket and the tank top slightly curled upwards, leaving uncovered a bit of white skin.
< Say it again. > His eyes are darkening, a languid and lustful look at you from above, satisfied to see the first crack that would break you to his will
< Please, Keigo, i need ya. > You spit sour on his face. Looking away from him, feeling damn stupid to be begging for a touch.
< Hell, youâre so damn sexy when you beg, babybird > said biting his lip.
He opened your legs with a snap and ripped off your panties, leaving your wet pussy in front of him. You winced for his unexpected gesture, biting your lip hard as he slowly entered you with two fingers. Your free hand threw itself against the skin of the sofa, scratching it as his fingers started pumping in and out of you.
Your back arched, groaning shamefully for two fingers that were fucking you so well, your eyes closed and your nails stuck in the precious fabric of the sofa, held your breath sometimes, hoping to relieve some tension but failing miserably. Fuck, your pleas had been spent so well, with two fingers you already felt a horny bitch.
Keigo smiled maliciously, found you ridiculously erotic. His gaze was full of lust as he saw you writhing under him. < See? Your fucking wet pussy is so grateful for that > he said by leaving the grip on your wrist locked and lowering between your legs.
The speed of his fingers was always the same, force accelerating slightly from time to time, but it felt so good. A sharp groan came out of your lips when he blew on your swollen and red clitoris, offended by the little attention given to him. A feather of his landed on that spot, beginning to vibrate quickly over it, moving up and down to give you more pleasure. Your legs tried to close for too much pleasure, but they were stopped by Keigoâs arms pushing your thighs out, growling against your sore pussy < Keep your fucking legs open for me. >
Dirty sounds came out of your lips, groans and pants shameless that begged Keigo to give you more. You reached out to pull a few strands of his golden hair, letting him know that you wanted his mouth there to ease the pain. You pictured morbidly what her lips would be like as he ate your pussy, his amused look and the teasing that would follow.
< Donât be a brat, little bird. Be patient mh? > he said to make the feather and his fingers move faster and faster, adding a third finger inside your chewy and dripping pussy.
You were drooling with pleasure, whispering his name and cursing aloud, you felt so close to cum. < Youâre close, arenât you? Youâre about to cum like a dirty slut > laughed at seeing you already so exhausted for so little.
When he didnât get an answer from you, he slapped your pussy, making you squeak with pleasure and shock.
< I ask you something, you have to answer me. You donât want to upset me, do ya, birdie ? > asked growling, then biting your inner thigh.
Oh fuck! I donât. Please, s-shut the fuck up and let m-me cum > you stutter while your eyes fell backwards, ready to welcome your orgasm. The nails that ruined the precious leather of the sofa, your moans getting stronger and stronger, your legs trembling and the pussy getting more and more throbbing made Keigo realize that it was almost gone.
You cum on his fingers, screaming his name like a virgin during her first time. This orgasm was so liberating, the best you had ever had, this only with the blessed fingers of a stranger.
The blond didnât give you time to recover from the orgasm that was already between your legs. He sucked your clit voraciously, pulling it when he could and licking it greedily. It was bloody rude against your already sensitive sex, which sent chills and pleasure to your whole body. His fingers sank on your thighs, holding you steady under him. while he fed on your beautiful newly creamed pussy. Â His tongue moved to lick your already dirty folds of cum, delighting in that bitter sweet taste, opening your slit with two fingers, to give it a more comfortable access to you.
He looked like a starving man who after six years found himself a banquet just for him. Licking and sucking your pussy like never before, it was so fucking rewarding.
Your hand ended up in his hair, shaking them weakly and pulling them at each stroke of the tongue in a delicate spot. You cursed as you tried to close your legs for too much pleasure and Keigo was digging his fingers deeper and deeper into your thighs, making you feel a painful pleasure.
< Fuck... it f-feels so good... like in heaven > meowing between a moan and another.
Because of Keigoâs rudeness, you cum again, this time in his mouth. Keigo sucked your cum, causing you pleasure spasms and a new strong orgasm. All that attention made you want to get fucked by him more. He seemed like the god of sex after all those moves made on you, definitely the best cunnilingus of your life.
Keigo broke away from you, licking his lip and wiping his chin that was still wet from your hormons.
< A taste so good for a brat like you > He said to then sit and carry you on his legs, he approached you and bit your jaw slightly.
< Babydoll, I want my own private dance now. > he said against your neck, growling again. Fuck, you were already drunk with that blond.
< And I want you naked underneath me, take off your clothes, pretty bird. > you said taking his face in your hands and then kissing his neck and jaw.
< You must do it, birdie > he said grumbling because of your attentions about him.
You smiled at his beard and pulled yourself away from him, getting up, despite his firm grip. < I gotta turn on the music, pretty bird. > He rolled his eyes and sent one of his feathers to turn on the preset erotic music in the attic. You remained open when the feather returned to its wing after turning on the music, but you did not give it too much weight not to spoil the moment.
In the center of the living room there was a pole for pole dancing, placed there for any performances of the girls for elite customers. You were a little embarrassed to perform with the bottom of yout body naked, after all, you were used to being naked, especially if you did a job like that. What made you slightly embarrassed was the ravenous look on your body from the guy who just before gave you two consecutive orgasms. Who were you to say no? Your body stopped being yours the minute he touched you the first time, passed you the cigarette for a hit.
Your body moved sinuously around the pole, not taking your eyes off the man sitting in front of you. Your soft hips moved slowly around the metal pole, letting your hands slide along it. You felt slightly nervous, for the first time you did not see yourself as an object, a piece of meat at the mercy of those who can pay, you felt really beautiful and sensual. The manâs gaze was ravenous but adoring, he loved how your body moved so gracefully, excitedly within. After a while you returned with your feet on the ground and you walked towards him, decided, with feline and provocative step, bearing that was brought back in your eyes.
Once before him you passed a finger along his definite and sharp jaw, walking to the opposite side of his body.
He followed you with his eyes, enchanted by your strong femininity, and then found yourself on him, whispering a < You canât touch till the end, pretty bird. > He smiled at this request and consented, leaving you in control while he let himself go on the couch. On the other hand he had asked, this was YOUR game, you were in charge and he respected that.
Your hands followed his shoulders, slowly taking off his clothes, starting from the jacket, where you had his help, because of the wings you didn't touch by pure chance. Your hips moved sensually on his lap as your hands touched his sculpted torso with desire, you quivered at the contact of his muscles and he was obviously happy, you slips the tank top easily because this left the back totally naked and therefore there were no wings stuck in the fabric.
You approached his neck, gently licking him up, to get to his ear, where you blew warmly, causing small shakes on his back and whimpering of appreciation.
You frowned a finger inside his pants and pulled him slightly towards you, making him sink under you a little. Unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, leaving his tight erection in the black boxers he was wearing, it was already inviting to see him trapped there, you dared not imagine what it would have been like to give him pleasure playing with your mouth or with your wet pussy.
You pressed your naked intimacy against his still blanket, rubbing yourself on it, groaning slightly for the pleasant feeling. His pre-cum moistened your pussy even more and your body was waving back and forth over him, carrying your hands in your hair, moving you sensually.
Keigo was torturing himself to restrain himself, seeing you so beautiful and free above him did nothing but send to his head dirty and lustful images of all the ways in which he could prey on you. Â < Your cock so hard for me? what a blessing, pretty bird > mumbles to poke it. His face was red with excitement and the wings tingled with pleasure, trembling slightly. So sexy, you thought.
You reached a hand on his back and touched curiously his feathers, touching  lightly and caressing them, marveling at their softness to the touch, coming then stopped by the firm grip of Keigo, who took your hand off his wing.
< Baby bird, Iâm all yours, you can touch anywhere but not my wings. > growled at you, then continue on your ear < Touch my wings again and Iâll fuck you so hard you wonât walk anymore, I wonât control myself. >
You wish you were afraid of that threat. You would have so much, but you wanted to be fucked to death by him. No longer walk for his hard being, take every inch of your body, mark it as his own. Were you drunk with him? Fuck, yeah.
You would have called yourself stupid later, but you stretched your free hand towards his other wing, massaging the hard shaft and descending towards the smaller feathers that came out of his back. You were already obsessed with it, finding that wonderful place where such dominant and imposing wings were born.
< Then show me what youâre made of > you said in response to his threat.
Keigo gasped and squeezed your hips, electric discharges that were born where you touched them rushing to his penis, pumping blood and concentrating it in that place. He already felt so tight in those boxers, but after your hand movements, he couldnât see. The libido completely kidnapped him, sending him into ecstasy. He had your legs fastened to his waist as he got up from the couch and slammed you against the large windows of the apartment, pushing his erection into your still-wet crack.
You pulled down his boxers with your toes, panting as Keigo sank his canines into your neck, leaving various harsh bites and hickeys as he beaked at your moaning and wheezing. He put two fingers in his mouth, detaching for a moment from you, and then inserting them into your pussy, finding it already ready to be filled.
It entered you, rough, without leaving you time to adapt to it, leaving you breathless from the start. You knew he wouldnât control himself, but you didnât expect it that way from the beginning. You clung to his back, scratching his white skin, while he followed the rhythm of the music to push himself inside you, at least that was your impression.
He took off your top impatiently, releasing your breasts to play with, teasing them with his tongue and fingers. He enjoyed sucking, pulling and licking your hard nipples, making you scream with pleasure when he carried one of his feathers over your clitoris, to give him the right attention.
You felt so good under all that rough attention. The way he slammed his hips against you, his mouth focused on eating you and marking your breasts with bites and hickeys, his feather massaging your clit like a vibrator, as his hands sank into your trembling flesh made you feel like a sex slave, desiring more and more.
The blond kept pushing deeper and deeper, as your body opened to welcome him inside, enjoying every single second, by sinking your nails into his back or fingers into his hair.
Keigo moved out of the window and into the kitchen corner of the apartment, pulled you down from him and bent you over the icy marble, making you open your legs for a more comfortable entrance, coming back into you immediately after, taking the hard pushes against your G-spot.
Arch your back both for pleasure and because of Hawks' hold in your hair, pull them back.
The other hand crashed into your buttock, leaving you the print of his hand, and then squeezing the spot just hit. You wince leaving a loud groan, drooling over what you were receiving.
< I told you not to be a brat, but you wanted me like this, didnât you? > took a break to retrieve the packet of cigarettes placed nearby, taking one to the mouth, continuing to move the hips against you
< I wanted to be nice to you, but fuck, baby, you donât listen, birdie > he said to light the cigarette and throw a shot, continuing to fuck you so well.
The umpteenth slap on the buttock was about to arrive. < Answer me when I talk to you, brat. > He said by pulling your hair slightly harder, making you moan and tear your eyes. You didnât understand why but it was such a fucking beautiful pain.
You inhaled the passive smoke in the air and opened your mouth to talk, bowing to recover air. < Yeah, t-thatâs what I wanted, Keigo! > You shamelessly moaned his name. He grinned and continued to smoke as your legs began to hurt from the thrusts and position. After a while the blond managed to cum inside you, coming out of you more relaxed than before, still smoking and with a satisfied look on his face.
You fell to the ground for the little resistance of your legs and you took the opportunity to observe his relaxed cock, dirty with your cum you took it in your mouth. You wanted to make it hard again to give yourself the orgasm she denied you by coming out of you to cum.
His hand landed on your head, helping to push you along its length that was slowly waking up. He kept smoking while you pumped your mouth back and forth on his cock, making him enjoy it again. Hearing her hoarse moans and heavy wheezing because of your oral.
< F-Fuck, baby bird... youâre so good. > he said starting to push his hips against you, creating obscene sounds with your mouth. When you felt it hard enough and pulsating inside your mouth, you peeled off, receiving an icy look from the blond.
< I want you to fuck me with the dick I just warmed you up. Let me cum again > You took out the look of the sweetest and most manipulative fawn you could do and he bit his lip, putting out his cigarette and hooking you off the ground like a wounded puppy.
< How can I say no when youâre giving me those big eyes? > he said then head to the bedroom and lay on the comfortable mattress.
< Iâve been pretty rough with you, you want me softer? > he asked you softly, then to sit down between your legs, his wings lowered and relaxed along his back while he looked at you with a more gentle gaze. You bit your lip and with your toes you went and stroked some plumes on his back, making him shiver.
< oh, you mean birdie, you still want me rough, donât you? >
You nodded slightly as Keigo put his bites on your thighs, making you pant at the touch, as he slowly came back to dominate you, licking his lips before going to kiss you and then grab his painfully hard cock and start inserting it into you, to make you groan and feel relief.
< Still so comfortable here inside > Keigo groans, entering entirely in you, letting his hands go down to tighten your fleshy hips while a pornographic groan leaves your mouth when it resumes its rhythm of rough thrusts, looking for one similar to the previous one.
He put a hand around your neck choking you but not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you enjoy the situation. You moaned like a slut clinging to the red silk sheets on the bed; eyes rolled back as he pushed harder and harder, giving dry strokes into your already battered pussy with pleasure. The blond stole a wet and passionate kiss while the taste of tobacco and whiskey mixed with your saliva, making you go crazy even more as you felt your orgasm approaching.
Some push later you were both close to cum together. You clung to his back and accidentally pinched some of his feathers when you finally reached yet another orgasm, causing Keigo to cum because of the overly sensitive feathers.
He stretched out at your side looking at the ceiling, your breaths still panting and stressed because of the orgasm reached, your legs trembled in the same way as his wings that still had to unload the adrenaline, your bodies exhausted and faces reddened and sweaty. You felt a little discomfort between your legs and when you went to touch yourself, you pulled out the feather that used to be your vibrator. You looked it interested, shaking it slightly.
Keigo looked at you and bit his lip, calling in his place the little red feather.
< Donât have too much fun with them, theyâre sensitive > he told you as he lay comfortably on his belly bed, leaving his wings open and free to cover your tired body as well as his.
< I like them... they look so beautiful > you whispered while you felt the warm and soft feathers cover you
< just like the owner > chuckled in response.
His feathers felt your physical pain on ass because of the slaps and his golden eyes looked at you innocently and sweetly.
< Next time Iâll be nicer, I Swear, birdie > whispered gently, approaching him with his wing.
< Will there be a next time? > you asked surprise. < even if I am a brat who must know her place, easily replaced with other colleagues? > you continued, taking up the words he had addressed to you a few hours before. Â He laughed with taste, leaving you motionless because of a few missed beats for that wonderful laugh.
< Yeah, even if youâre not replaceable, youâre still a brat. But Iâll see you out of this shit again, I wonât let anyone touch you or have a second of your time. I just want you for myself. Youâre mine now, baby bird > said to then kiss you on the nose, making you blush.
< Itâs my job, you know how it works > you whispered near him.
< Then from this evening your work will be mine. I will provide for you, I will treat you like a Queen. You cannot love a job like this. You deserve more > he answered carelessly, giving you a sweet smile as he closed his eyes.
< Thanks to this job, I met you. But the job youâre offering me sounds interesting, especially now that youâve fucked me so hard, I canât feel my legs anymore. > You laughed ironically as you crouched over him, making him smile.
I would have killed those assholes who touched you, God, if I think about it, my blood is boiling over.
< So jealous after one night with me? I made you completely crazy about me > you answered laughing. You kind of liked his arrogant jealousy.
Iâm not the one who drooled over a spanking. You punched him lightly on the arm and snuggled under his warm wing.
You two fell asleep shortly afterwards, covered in both fine linens and warm, comfortable wings.
