#shadowworks

Valentine’s day usually meant wine, chocolates, and an uncomfortably large amount of cum lube smeared between your thighs, but this valentines day—

You found yourself straddling Keigo’s hips, hands wrapped around the bones of his wings as you pinned him to the rich, fuzzy rug of his living room.

Sure, there was some sensual music bumping behind you from his far-too expensive speakers, and Keigo’s cock was definitely hard enough to cut steel, but you had him fucking pinned and that was what mattered, romantics aside. 

The ‘fighting’ had been a joke, the product of some jab Keigo made about you being ‘too weak to pin a nearly flightless bird’ given the nearly stripped state of his wings. You took his words as a challenge, obviously.

Promptly after your sweet Valentine’s date, you started your wrestling match on the floor of his apartment.

Keigo was a pro hero, notably. He had years of training and skill under his belt. There was no doubt he was a force to be reckoned with.

All the same, he was panting beneath you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

You couldn’t help but feel a little smug (very smug).

His dress shirt, something soft with a swirling maroon pattern, had the first few buttons popped and scattered away. The soft skin of his collarbones and chest was beared, already tacky with a layer of sweat from tossing each other around on the floor.

“You’ve really got me pinned here, don’t you?” Keigo chuckled, wings flexing in your grip.

You squeezed the sensitive flesh between the feathers, a smug little grin playing over your features as Keigo’s eyes rolled back and his hips bucked. With a sweet kiss to his cheek, you said, “I really do.”

Your dress had ridden up your thighs, the lace edges of your stockings pressing delicate patterns into your skin. You’d caught Keigo ogling them more than once throughout the night, and he’d felt you up expertly during your little spar.

Your little powertrip had you reeling.

“I could do anything I want right now to you,” You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat with all of the wonderful ideas coming to mind. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being used a little?”

Keigo raises an eyebrow, tilting his head with a gleaming smile, “You really think you could?”

Your adrenaline-emboldened confidence wavers, but only for a moment, “Of course, bird boy. I’ve got the upper hand here, don’t I?”

And then, Keigo made it quite clear he’d let you win.

Very clear.

His wings ripped from your grip, flapping once or twice to create enough momentum to lift him from beneath your weight. His legs tangled with your own, and he grabbed your torso in a wide, firm grip and fucking seamlessly spun the two of you.

Your breath rushed from your chest as you hit the carpet, flat on your tummy, cheek against the fibers. Your hands were held tight and flush to your back in Keigo’s iron grip. He panted above you, hips just barely moving to grind his cock against your ass from where he sat atop your hips.

Your stomach dropped when you heard him laugh. Not his usual trill, but something far-more smug, and a few degrees darker.

“That was really cute, you know?” Keigo shook his head, hot breath fanning over your cheek. “You really thought you had me down for the count, didn’t you?”

Any and all of your wilting confidence died in your throat, “M-maybe.”

Keigo clicked his tongue, “Just ‘maybe’? Sounds like you’re lying to me, dovey.”

“I’d never—” Your words cut off with a sharp intake of breath as Keigo pushed up the hem of your dress, up and over the curve of your ass and leaving you bare aside from your very cute panties.

You gulped.

“Oh wow,” Keigo whistles, snapping the elastic against your hips, “Are these for me?”

“Maybe—”

“There’s that word again!” Keigo smacked a hand over your ass, tensing his thighs and bearing down on you with outstretched wings as you squirmed. “‘Maybe’. You know what you’re absolutely going to do tonight?”

You bit your lip, eyeing him the best you could. You were sure the wet spot in your panties was growing.

He leaned closer, lips and teeth playing along the shell and lobe of your ear, “You’re gonna take me, however the fuck I want you to, because you know you want to be good for me even if you put on such a tough act tonight.”

He pinches the fat of your ass, muffling your squeal with a few fingers between your lips and on your tongue.

Shame burned on your cheeks and god, did it feel good. Good enough to have your eyes rolling back in your skull and you whimpering around his fingers.

Keigo groaned something sinful and low as he loudly and pointedly unzipped, the weight (the weight) of his cock settling over the swell of your ass over the seam of your soon-to-be-shredded panties.

“I’m not gonna lie, it was really cute,” Keigo placed a sweet kiss on your cheek just as his hand wrapped around the column of your throat and squeezed. His voice dropped low, rough with wanting as he pressed at your pulse. “But, I think you’d be a lot cuter fucked out on his floor and stuffed dumb with dick.”

You wanted to give some sort of last breath of confidence, but Keigo sucked down the last bits of your gusto with an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss, and you knew that you were fucked.

You could only hope that you would be split on Keigo’s dick until the early hours of the morning. All you could manage was a gasping whine and a nod, bracing yourself to reap what your little, foolish ego sewed.