Carolyn Watches The X-Files

The room was scented with nag champa smelling incense cones, a warm glow settled on the room from the sunset peaking through the stained glass windows. Glass in the shapes of the sun against the blue sky, in the shapes of flowers and trees nestled into the glass, inviting the light to shine through it. The class was small, made of maybe eight other people, it was always a nicely intimate occasion. Josh, as he liked to be called, was a beautiful man, warm brown eyes that hid behind round wire glasses, skin that always looked dewy and fresh, adorned with a delicate mustache and trimmed goatee, brown curly hair that had a warm glow that made him look like he wore a halo of golden sun when he walked through the room, simply put, he looked himself to be made of the sweet words he spoke. He spoke with an almost old fashioned midwestern accent, a raspy cadence you had never heard before or since.

“Breathe in, deep. Let it fill you, hold it like a delicate bird in a cage.” Josh spoke softly, his voice traveling as he paced slowly around the class, checking to ensure his students took in his meditation as they needed, adjusting them kindly when he saw it. You took in a breath, allowing the day to roll off of your shoulders, like water flowing off a duck's back. “Now, release the bird, exhale, set it free.” he instructed, the sound of a collective breath from the class floated into the air at his command. He contained a perfectly calming presence, but lately you were drifting from his guided meditations, instead you kept imagining Josh’s fingers on your skin, the way his breath would warm your skin when he would come up behind you and subtly adjust your posture or your breathing. You couldn’t help yourself, you were not dealing with the single life well. You missed sex, intimacy, physical affection at the very least. Not like your sex life before was great, you hadn’t cum with a partner in so long you started to worry maybe you didn’t even know how to without being the one in control. You were also brought to Dr. J.M.K’s class because he was also a licensed sexual therapist, as well as being a teAcher in spiritual psychology, so who else could you go to for help. You had been attending these classes for a few months now and you were still warming up to the idea of asking Josh for a consultation, you just wanted to test out the waters first, to see if you liked him, to see how you felt about talking to a total stranger about your sex life.

You shook your head as you cleared your thoughts, focusing on Josh’s words. “Like the majestic eagle, imagine yourself flying high above the clouds. Weightless, free, nothing to tether you to the world below.” His voice was so soft, the light rasp that carried in his voice tingled your spine, you took a deep breath in through your nose and released it through your mouth, letting the weight of it all tumble off of you like rocks in a landslide. The feeling of your weightlessness is fleeting as you feel the tugging of your busy mind pulling you back into the room, you just can’t stop thinking of the way the clothes on your body are touching you, the way the air conditioner hums in the background, and the way you can’t stop adjusting in your seat. After a few more minutes of Josh’s guided meditation, everyone begins to put their cushions away to their respective places, chatting with each other on their way out or talking with Josh, thanking him for another relaxing session. You hang back and admire a mobile hanging in the corner by the large window. Beautiful pieces of sea glass, petrified wood and sea shells suspended by string, delicately twirling and soaking in the light from the setting yellow sun. You were happy with your session, but just couldn’t stop thinking about how you weren’t able to focus fully. Your frustration within yourself was like torture, the nagging feeling of being unable to let go and be in the moment is something you can’t remedy alone.

“Captivating, hm?” That familiar voice asks, his sudden presence startling you. You turn to face him, slack jawed and eyes wide with surprise, no time like the present right? “Y-yes, it’s beautiful.” You say, smiling awkwardly at your attempt to come off naturally. “I bought it from a merchant while I was abroad, it’s said that sea glass is believed to be tears of heartbroken mermaids, washed ashore to make her lover return to her.” He smiled wistfully at the frosted glass. You pondered the myth, if only the tears you shed were as beautiful. “Oh I uh, I wanted to thank you for such a lovely session tonight.” You stammered, searching for the right way to start. “I’m flattered, but I was actually hoping to speak with you after class.” He smiled a knowing smile, your expression faltered, you were never good at holding back your feelings from reaching your face. “Oh?” is all you can say. “Come, let's speak in my office.” Josh suggests, spinning on his heel towards the door to his office. You follow him in as he holds the door open for you, a gesture you appreciate with a smile as he gives you an acknowledging nod. The room is comfortable, unlike the coldness of an office at all. Dimly lit with a warm vintage looking lamp, a table with an unlit backflow incense burner, a plush rug, tapestries and posters from Woodstock adorn the walls. A yellow velvet chair, an emerald green couch, more cushions, a shelf of psychology books, some books on meditation, far away places, books on human sexuality, the Kama Sutra even. Josh makes his way to the velvet chair, sitting down and offering a hand to gesture to you to take a seat on the couch.

You oblige, sitting nervously, while you make a poor attempt at smiling like a person who wasn’t anxious would. “You seem tense.” “Oh, yeah, sorry. I just wanted to know why you asked me into your office.” “No my dear, I meant, during class. You seemed restless.” You blushed at the embarrassment of your answer, you knew you were having trouble in class today but you didn’t think anyone could tell. “I’ve had a lot on my mind recently.” You illude, not wanting to dump all of your baggage on your teacher. “Tell me, what’s got you so flustered?” Josh asks, hands loosely interlaced over his lap as he leans forward with genuine interest. You grow hot, how do you tell your teacher that he is one of the many thoughts racing in your insatiable mind? You clear your throat and sit up straight, thinking of Josh’s earlier suggestion on your posture. “I work a very intense corporate job, um, I’ve just moved to the city so I’ve been pretty, uh, alone, which has been hard. And I’ve just gotten out of a fairly long relationship.” You timidly answer, his brow is knitted together as he thinks over what you’ve just said, he looks at you as though you hadn’t finished talking, as though you still had something to say. You blush, can he really see through you that easily? You decide to fill the air with noise, thinking maybe it will ease his expression, “I’m sorry if I’ve been such a distraction during sessions-” “No, no not at all. I just have been wondering how I can best help you.” He says kindly as he looks to you, searching for the words. You clench your jaw as you decide to come clean, why you came to his class in the first place. “I want to tell you something.” You voice, hoping you won’t sound as awkward as you feel, Josh perks his head up to you, looking gently to you for your question. “I actually found your meditation class when I was searching for a sex therapist.” You bow your head a bit in shame, it feels so odd to admit outloud when you had never even told anyone else outside of your internet search bar. He hums in response, “Ah, I see. Now that I can assist with. What seems to be the problem, dearest?” Josh leans back against the velvet chair, head tilting to the side as he looks you over. You squirm in your seat on the couch, hands gripping at the material beneath, biting nervously at your bottom lip. “Don’t be ashamed to say what’s on your mind. It’s a very vulnerable topic that exposes our innermost selves, so I can see why you’re shy to come and ask for help. But just know, I would never judge you, that’s what I’m here for.” Josh says softly, his brown eyes sparkling, he has such a sweet and trusting face, of course you could tell him anything.

Taking in a deep breath, you muster the words to speak. “I’ve been very… unsatisfied. In many of my recent relationships, I have noticed that I cannot-” You pause, looking to Josh to give you permission to say what you are about to say, he only tilts his head. “-cum with a partner, unless, um, I do it myself. I’m starting to feel broken, like I’m just not wired right?” You can feel your eyes begin to well up with tears, the feeling of admitting your innermost shame being out in the air stung. Josh could only give you a look of pity before standing and coming to your side, sitting next to you on the couch beside you. He gently rests his hand on yours, his hand feels so warm against your own. You look up at him shyly, nervous to meet his gaze. “I’m sure that’s been very painful for you. It’s not easy to be so open like this, I appreciate your honesty.” He takes your hand in his own, running his thumb over the back of your hand, looking into your eyes with a tenderness that makes you melt, you have to look away in fear that you may actually cry. “I want you to look at me when I tell you this.” Josh nudged softly, you look up, your eyes still brimming with tears. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you are or the way you’re feeling. Lots of people have trouble letting go, it’s hard to allow yourself to be at the mercy of another person. But I’ll also have you know, you’ve come to the right place.” Josh smiles sweetly, it’s an infectious smile you can’t help but mimic. Your stomach does a flip, thinking about how Josh, the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and more than once had fantasized about, was going to help you.

“I just can’t seem to stay in the moment, to just tune it all out and focus. I feel like I’m going crazy without any real release.” You say with a huff, tilting up to stare at the ceiling. Josh’s hand gives yours a squeeze, bringing you back to look back at him. “I understand completely, when you go so long without reaching that place of peace and incredible sensation, we become so insatiable, looking for that relief.” As he speaks he leans closer to you, his eyes are hypnotizing, the sound of his voice is intoxicating. “I can take care of you, little dove.” His breath ghosts over your lips, he’s so close now, you can already feel yourself starting to pool between your legs at just the proximity, at just the sensation of his eyes and voice solely trained on you. You can’t help but let your eyes travel to his lips, so soft and pink looking, he’s even more stunning up close. He allows his eyes to look to your lips just before snapping his eyes back to yours. “Do you want me to touch you?” He whispers, the air is so thick, you can’t remember the last time you felt such a delicious tension between you and someone else. You simply nod, “I want to hear you say it. Say what you need.” He rasps, the soft command making your heart skip a beat. “I want you to touch me, please.” You whisper, the sound of your voice nearly cracking with need. “Very good, dove.” Josh praises, a smile on his lips as he moves his hand to your cheek, taking you softly to his lips. The feeling of his lips on yours makes you breathe deep, wanting to take in the feel of his lips, the way they hold yours so softly, the way his breathing feels against yours, how gently his hands holds your face against his palm. You open your mouth to give him permission to slip his tongue inside, you can’t hold back the breathy moan that comes from you and echoes in his own mouth, he smiles into the kiss, you move your hand to his thigh, your other hand still held in Josh’s. He tastes sweet, like chai and cinnamon, the heat from his thigh radiates into your fingertips and you can’t help the giddy feeling bubbling in your chest. Your fantasy was coming true.

He breaks the kiss and you can’t help but feel lost without his lips on yours, like being in the cold without a coat. “Follow me, let’s get you more comfortable.” Josh stands, offering you his hand, you look up at him with big doe eyes and take his hand in yours, leading you to a room down a hallway that was shielded by a beaded curtain. Josh opens the door to reveal a room that looked to be dedicated to his sex therapy practice. A beautiful canopy bed nestled against the center of the back wall, the rest of the room was well decorated, less books and papers around, mainly a calming space that would best fit the clients he worked with. Sex is a very daunting a subject to approach without the fear of feeling as though you were at the doctors office, too cold and sterile feeling. This room felt safe, warm and comfortable, sweet smelling from the lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus and sage branches that hung around drying in bundles. Soft rugs, warm lamps, chairs and cushions furnished the room, along with a table near the window full of crystals that lay charging in the sunlight, as well as a large wooden cabinet in the corner near the bed.

Josh turns to you as you both stop in the middle of the room, he takes both of his hands in your own, thumbs running over the tops of your hands gently. “Before we begin, I want you to know that at any point if you want to stop you need only ask. No judgment, no shame. You are always at liberty to leave if you wish, I only want to be at your service. To give you only what you are looking for.” He explained, his voice was steadfast and sure, wanting only to gain your trust and confidence. You take a note in your head from earlier with a verbal reply, “I understand.” You say confidently, Josh nods his head with a smile. His eyes scan your body, his arms running up your arms and resting on your shoulders, “Now, I want you to undress for me.” He requested softly, his voice making you at ease just as much as it excited you. You look up at him through your lashes, a look of innocence plastered on your face, you were finally going to feel Josh all over your skin. “Or dress down to whatever feels comfortable if you’d rather.” He offered, hoping to offer up anything to help with any worries you may have, but lucky for you, this was the easy part, foreplay was always the most exciting part about sex for you, it was the act itself where your challenges laid. You looked him in the eyes as you pulled your tank top over your head, dropping it to the floor below, looking away only to slide your harem pants down your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. You don’t say a word as you tilt your head to the side and look at Josh with the sweetest doll eyes you can muster as your hands sneak behind your back and unclasp your bra, adding it to the pile of clothes at your feet. Josh shows almost no reaction, trying hard to stay professional, but you catch him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes wandering only for a moment. You finally pull down your panties, leaving you totally nude in front of a totally dressed Josh, lips parted as he takes in your naked form. You can’t help but smile a devilish smile as he looks you over, “Does this work for you?” you ask softly, moving your hands behind your back coyly, giving him full access to your body, a blush creeping across Josh’s face. His breath hitches in his throat as he searches for the words to say next. “Perfect.” He rasps, coming just close enough to you to run the back of his index finger up your arm, feeling your soft skin beneath.

“Take my hand.” He says, extending his hand to you, you take it, smiling to yourself at the fact that you’ve been holding his hand so much. It’s funny, you are fully naked in front of the man you’ve on more than one occasion touched yourself thinking about, in a situation where he is going to help you learn to cum with a sexual partner and you’re giddy over a simple few moments where he has held your hand? Maybe you had deeper feelings for Josh than you thought. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you to the bed, “Lie down, on your back.” He commands, tone still tender but leading. You lay on top of the white duvet, it’s thick and soft against your bare skin, the air of the room feels warm on your body, like you were exactly where you should be.

Josh sits beside you, looking down into your eyes. “I want to lead you through a session of tantric sex. Its the practice of slow, intimate and purposeful sex, to help you stay mindful of your body. To edge you slowly towards your orgasm without rushing to your climax. To simply enjoy the feeling of your body. Is that something you’re comfortable doing with me?” He explains, you had never done anything like this before, it sounds nice, gentle, and definitely what the doctor ordered. You look to Josh, his eyes scanning your face for an answer. “I think I’d like that very much.” You whisper truthfully to him. He gives you a satisfied expression, a grateful smile on his face. “I’ll be talking you through the entire experience. I don’t want you to hold any question, thought, feeling or sound back, whatever you are experiencing, let it flow through you. I’ll be by your side the whole way through. Remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable or unsure, please tell me right away.” The way he speaks is so gentle and candid, his voice always brings you such peace.

“I will.” “You promise?” Josh asks, lifting his eyebrows and giving you a grin that makes you giggle, “I promise.” you chuckle out, holding out your pinkie finger to him, he takes it and wraps his own pinkie around it, you both squeeze tight, sharing a little laugh between you. The moment felt too innocent before what you knew was to happen next, but it was sweet, he made you feel safe. “First I want you to just breathe with me, this is an important step between partners. I want your breathing to synchronize with mine.” Josh’s hands fall to the hem of his white long sleeve shirt, taking it off and over his head, letting it fall to the floor by the bed. “Here.” he says as his hand takes your wrist, pulling it up to his chest right over his heart. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his bare skin under your palm, his skin has a soft tan, a lightly toned physique, and arms that are rippled with muscle. “Is this okay?” he asks sweetly. You blink up to look away from his chest and to his eyes, “Yes.” “Good. Now I’m going to place my hand on your heart.” He narrates as he lets his hand come and rests gently on your chest just above your left breast, you pray he can’t tell how fast your heart is racing under his touch. His eyes flit to yours as he smiles. Fuck, he definitely knows. “Now breathe in deep, like I taught you.” “Like a bird in a cage.” You say, repeating his words from class, “Just like that.” He whispers, you take a deep breath and Josh follows your lead, you hold the air in, deep in your chest, your hand on his skin raising as he breathes, his heart fluttering softly against your skin. You exhale, the sound of your breaths drifting into the air above makes you feel more at peace, a little bit, but you like the feeling of knowing Josh is here in this moment with you, breathing in sync, like one being. You continue this routine until you two are only looking into eachothers eyes and breathing together without having to think about the pattern of your breath.

The air goes silent as you two gaze into eachothers eyes, almost forgetting what you were doing here. “Why do you call me little dove?” you break the silence, never looking away from his warm eyes. He laughs a little under his breath, his heart picks up the pace a bit under your palm, you’ve got him pinned. “The first time I helped you adjust your breathing during class, when I knelt beside you and put my hand over your chest, telling you to focus only on your breathing, your heart felt like it was racing against my hand, the way a bird's heart would.” Josh explains, his voice dripping in sensuality. You felt a blush creep into your cheeks, you parted your lips unsure of what to say. So he’s known how you feel for a while then? No use in hiding it now. You feel his heart beating against your own hand, its fluttering. You take note and smile shyly up at him. “Like this?” You whisper as you adjust your hand on his chest, thumb running over the skin of his chest, he smiles softly, bringing his hand to hold yours flushed against his chest. “Just like this.” He whispers back, voice faltering as he gazes into your eyes.

Josh leans down to you, your hand sliding away from his chest and down to your side, his curls hanging and tickling your forehead, his lips are just a kiss away, your breath hitches as you can feel how close he is to you. “Close your eyes for me, little dove.” You smile at him and your nickname and oblige him by closing your eyes. “I want you to remain aware of your breathing, to focus on the way your body feels. Let yourself melt into the sensation.” His voice is soft as he talks to you, his hand on your chest starts to drift away from you, you feel a shift on the bed as he gets up and walks away. You hear the sound of cabinet doors open and soon close followed by his feet padding back to the bed as he comes back to you. “Focus on the way your body reacts to the touch of this feather.” He says as you can feel the gentle touch of a feather brush against your collarbone. “Think about what you’re feeling, where you are right now.” The feather glides between the valley of your breasts, down slowly on to the soft plane of your belly, sliding up your ribs as you let out a sigh. “Know that you are safe here with me, that you can ask for anything you desire without judgment.” He continues softly, his hand runs the feather down to your hip, swirling in a figure eight that brings wetness between your legs. You smile at the feeling, “You like that, dove?” You can’t see his face but you can hear the grin on his face at his question. You nod, biting your bottom lip between your teeth. He slips the feather down your leg and right back up your other leg, dancing the instrument on your thigh, slinking up to your inner thigh. He brings the feather softly up your thigh until he’s so close to where you want his attention the most, you breathe in deeply. “I can feel how badly you want it.” Josh teases, you giggle, “You have no idea.” you huff out in frustration. He brings the feather up and swirls it around your nipples, taking slow rotations on each breast. You hold in a breathy moan that rumbles in the back of your throat. “Don’t hold it back mama, let it out. I want to hear how good you feel.” His voice with that same sweet tone of authority, “Yes, doctor.” You moan in response as the delicate feather softly caresses the swell of your breast with such ease and tenderness. He lifts the feather from your skin, you nearly whine at the feeling of the lack of attention on your skin. “Let’s really work your senses, hm?” Josh says, his voice hanging in the air with no response from you.

The sound of him walking across the room takes you by surprise, what did he mean by that? The clinking of a glass makes your mind race with all sorts of possibilities. The feeling of his body on the bed nearly made you jump, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I want you to remain attentive of your body, the way the sensation makes you feel.” His tender voice instructs, you have no clue what to expect. You jolt at the sudden cold touch on the very center of your sternum, a gasp leaving your lips. “Just a cube of ice darling, it won’t hurt you.” Josh soothes, as he rolls the ice down the valley of your breasts, sitting just below your ribs. “I want you to imagine yourself as a star, burning in the vastness of space. You are beautiful, celestial, powerful, you are invincible.” His voice feels so comforting from your familiar meditation sessions, taking your mind up and away from this plane of reality and creating your own in your mind, feeling the coolness against your skin not as ice, but as an extension of yourself. “Imagine this ice cube is your power, surging through your body. Feel it melt against the heat of your skin so effortlessly, leaving a river running through you in its wake, focus on it’s path.” Josh continues, running the melting cube up your side, gliding over your collarbone, slipping down your breast, you gasp at the icy presence against your hardened nipple. He allows his fingers to run the ice over the bud, eliciting a moan from you. “Your body is so powerful, you are truly a goddess. You rule all of the dominion of your own body, only you can bring it such pleasure, just as much as you can allow yourself to let go of the Earthly things around you and let someone make you feel worshiped and adored.” You sigh at his beautiful words, a true poet and romancer.

You could feel a delicious contrast in your body start to take place, the warmth between your thighs and the icy cold of Josh’s presence over you. He rolls the melting cube over your other nipple, a soft breathy groan falling from your lips. “Give yourself over to pure ecstasy, it cries out to you like a siren’s song. Let it wash over you, welcome it with no inhibitions or doubts, fall into the pleasure that calls out your name.” He runs the nearly melted cube up your neck, your pulse beneath melting it completely away, leaving Josh’s hand to cup your cheek. You open your eyes to him looking right down into your own, you feel like your body is humming with anticipation, you feel wetter than you’ve ever been before. He slides his chilled fingertips down your side, a whisper of goosebumps appearing in his wake. His hand slides over your pubic bone, fingertips slipping between your core, you gasp at the presence of his fingers, the feeling of your heat mixing devilishly with the coolness of his digits. “Give yourself over to me.” He whispers, your eyes widening for just a moment from the shock of his touch, you couldn't look away from him even if your life depended on it.

His eyes searched yours, looking as you felt the heat from your core melt the coldness that lingered on his skin. He ran his fingers up your dripping center, until he rested them lightly over your clit. You moaned at the intoxicating feeling of his energy against yours, brows knit in pleasure. He took in your reaction with a look of great interest, he let his eyes wander over your flushed face, over your body and the trail of water he had drawn over your skin from the coldness of the ice, a droplet of water rolling delicately running down the swell of your breast from the movement of your breathing. He seems so enraptured by the picture of you beneath him, a work of art upon the bed. He reaches over to the bedside table to the glass of ice cubes, taking one in his hand and holding it over you. He brings the cube and runs it slowly along your bottom lip, he runs it gently over the tender skin then moves to replicate the motion over your top lip. He gently moves his free hand to cup your jaw, indicating a request to open your mouth. You open your mouth to him, he gently places the small melting cube on your tongue, a subtle squeeze of his hand allowing you to close your mouth. “Breathe. Feel the heat of your tongue melt the ice to water, let it run down your throat.” Josh instructs cooly, his hand sliding down to rest gently on your throat. It melts quickly, you swallow the cool water, the feeling of the motion of your muscles under Josh’s palm makes him smirk as he brings his hand back to your cheek, he gazes sweetly into your eyes. “Good girl.” He whispers, his praise burning your cheeks.

He looks down to your tinged lips, reddened slightly from the coldness of the ice that ran over them just a moment ago. Josh dips his head down to you, his lips hovering just above yours, you tilt your chin up to him, a smirk flashing over his lips just before finally succumbing to your kiss. The feeling of his warm lips on your cold ones made you swoon, he felt so perfect against your mouth, he opened his mouth to you allowing you to slide your tongue inside, rolling it alongside his warm tongue, melting the cold away from you, it feels as though you’re thawing under him. He holds your face in his hands as he kisses you, you peek through your lashes in the kiss, watching his masterful lips against yours, you close your eyes to try to cement that memory deep in your mind. Swiftly Josh moves to be on top of you, his knee moves to place himself at your center, you jolt at the sudden pressure. You begin to lose yourself, forgetting what Josh had taught you, you were busy wrapped up underneath Josh and his warm kisses to think. You buck your hips against his clothed thigh, a breathy moan escaping your lips at the feeling between your legs. Josh pulls back, his thumb running gently running over your cheek, “So impatient.” He chides at your neediness, your brows knit, your mouth open to complain as he pulls his knee away. “Don’t rush towards pleasure, let it come to you.” Josh says wisely, moving back towards the glass of ice, taking a cube and popping it into his mouth. He moves back over your naked body, his dulled nails softly raking up your sides, his hands now resting on your hips, he leans down and plants soft yet chilled kisses on your stomach, slowly oh so slowly down to your hips and finally the skin of your inner thighs. You inhale a shaky breath, he’s so close now, you think you may just come from the sight of him meeting your eyes, his hands softly resting on either thigh, curls adorning his beautiful face. “I want you to focus on the feeling, how it makes you feel. I don’t want you to hold back. I am wholly here for your pleasure.”

You can only nod your answer, he gives your thigh one last kiss, making sure to hold your eyes as he did before finally dipping to where you wanted him most. His tongue running a languid stripe up your slit, you immediately groan at the sensation, his tongue so cold yet his breath so warm on your dripping pussy. The feeling unlike anything you had ever felt before, his cool tongue mixed with your warmth took you to a higher place, feeling angelic and light in your body, feeling as though Josh’s hands on your thighs were all that was keeping you from floating off the bed and to the stars above. You're a panting mess, your mouth lazed open from the feeling of pure euphoria bubbling up throughout your entire anatomy. His tongue still moving slowly had finally fully melted against you, leaving the delightful feeling of his tongue against you. He began to kitty lick the surface of your clit, you moaned out his name without a drop of shame. The increased pace he had found dissolved back to his slow movement, the change in tempo and temperature was breathtaking. You ball the white duvet in your fists, the feeling of your climax was there, you giggled in pure joy between moans, you were going to finally fucking do it. You tried to resist the urge to tighten your thighs around Josh but decided not to fight it, he groaned against your center, the vibration only turning you on further. You look down to Josh, he looks more angelic than usual, even in this most sinful act, he was still doing the work of a saint. His eyes meet yours, so full of surety and confidence, he practically oozes it settled between your legs, he knows he has you right at heaven’s gate. He smirks to himself then wraps his lips around your clit, and that's all it takes to send you crashing into your orgasm. You throw your head back against the pillows, moaning and groaning, cursing and screaming Josh’s name as he continues to lap his tongue against you. The feeling of your climax is so intense you feel as though you could explode into pure starlight, creating a new galaxy all your own. But Josh never slows his tongue, he pulls you through your climax and then even further, “Oh fuck, oh Josh that feels so good.” You cry out, your hands trying desperately to stay hooked into the sheets but the sensation is so good you want to feel Josh even closer to you. He lays a flat tongue against your clit, your hips bucking instinctually as he pulls you through your oversensitivity in your core and to your second orgasm. “Fuck, oh no fucking way.” You grunt, the idea of cumming again so quickly has your head spinning, you could hardly ever cum once with a partner and Josh can make you cum twice from just his mouth?! You have got to find better guys.

“I’m gonna- oh holy shit-” Your curse cut off by the second wave of your climax, you bolt straight up, watching Josh work beneath you, eyes closed in concentration, tongue stroking against your clit in just the right way, his thumbs massaging your thighs at the skin he has trapped under his large palms. You can no longer hold your hands back, you allow yourself to weave your fingers into Josh’s hair, tangling and pulling softly at his roots, giving subtle pressure against his head as a plea to work you through your climax. He does so with pleasure, you can’t even make a sound as your orgasm pulses through you, you fall back onto the pillows, finally able to find your breath and voice again at the release. Josh rises from his position, leaning back on his heels, his lips and chin coated in your arousal, cheeks look as though they were sunkissed from the redness that adorned his face. You can only look at him and sigh, trying to find your breath, you smirk at him before letting your head fall back to stare at the ceiling of the canopy bed, a stupidly huge grin on your face. “Fuck.” Is all you can muster, Josh chuckles at your reaction, he crawls up your body, hovering just above your face. “I want you to kiss me, see how beautiful you taste.” Josh whispers, his words already making you wet again.

You pull him to you, his lips taste like your wetness mixed with his own taste, his tongue exploring your mouth is so erotic you pull him by his waist to feel him on top of you. You let your hands rake over his skin, your nails sliding with just enough pressure that elicits a moan from Josh. The kiss deepens, his hand pushing back loose strands of hair behind your ear, making a clear path for his lips to come down to the sensitive skin of your neck. You let your hand cradle the back of his head as he kisses your neck, pressing him to you. “Please, fuck me Josh.” you moan, Josh looks up from the crook of your neck. “You can’t get enough, huh?” he smirks at you, “I have waited so long to feel how you just made me feel.” “Let’s just call this, one for good measure.” Josh smiles before kissing you hard, you sit up, bringing him up with you. Your hands fly to his pants, tugging at the belt on his white pants, his hands scrambling to take them off, pulling them down and tossing them aside, leaving him only in his briefs.

You palm him through the thin material, he moans pulling away from your kiss, laying you back against the bed. “You’re so hard.” You whisper, looking up into his eyes, now darkened from lust. “You were soaked when I first touched you.” His words sound so dirty, the rasp and passion lacing his voice, abandoning his usual poetic and flowery speech from class and your earlier session. “Let's just say, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” You say pulling his hands to cup your breasts, “Good to know I’m not alone.” Josh divulges, he slides down your body, taking your nipple into his mouth, the feeling immediately making your back arch. You let your hand wander down to his hair, pressing him closer to you, allowing your touches to be a little more fervent in your motions than before. You slide a hand down his waist, landing on the waistband of his briefs, tugging at it breathlessly, he pulls his lips from your body and looks to you, you only whine in response, praying he can read your mind, or at the very least your body language. He gets the hint, sitting up on his heels, a hard outline of his cock evident behind the thin fabric. You allow your eyes to linger on him, the feeling of your obvious yearning makes Josh smirk. “You ready, dove?” His voice low and grovely, you nod your head in excitement. “Use your words, remember what I said, tell me what you need, darling.” His prodding makes you blush as you think of how to say the next sentence. “I want to feel you inside me, doctor.” You say in the most innocent voice you could summon for a request so filthy. His eyes brighten, a grin playing on his face at you calling him by his title, you think back to when you said it earlier, wishing you could go back in time and peek your eyes open to catch his reaction. “Good girl.” His voice is so seductive and tempting as he pulls down his briefs, tossing them aside.

You gawk at his dick, he had everything you wanted and more. Is it possible for a penis to look beautiful? Because that is truly the only word you could use to describe it. He positions himself at your center, sliding his hard cock through the wetness of your folds, he already feels perfect. You both moan at the contact, his brows knit and jaw hanging as he pushes into you. Slowly filling you up until he bottoms out inside of you, he pauses giving you a moment to adjust. “This is what you imagined during class?” he asks, voice trying hard not to falter at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Too many times.” You say with a grin, he chuckles under his breath, taking in the sight of you. “So beautiful.” He whispers as he moves in for a kiss, he deepens the kiss and begins to slowly thrust into you. The slower tempo feels incredible, like Josh explained earlier, the act of sex is the point, not just racing to the climax. It feels so intimate, the slow tender thrusts, the sounds of your collective inhales and exhales melded in a perfect melody you wish you could bottle up and keep forever.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You moan, your words feeling drawled out as they roll off your tongue, his tip pressing up against your sweet spot repeatedly now. That familiar pressure in your stomach begins to churn, you can’t believe it. A draught of orgasms during sex and here you were hurdling towards your third climax of the night. You let your eyes roll back as Josh slightly increases the tempo, his hand on your hip with just the perfect grip on your flesh keeps your mind focused, the bounce of his curls as he thrusts, the look of his now rosy cheeks all keeping you in the moment. “Feels so good for me.” Josh pants out as you tighten around him, his hand abandons your waist as he brings his hand to your face, cupping your cheek. “Such an obedient student.” His words alone make you feel so much pleasure, his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. He presses his thumb into your open mouth while gently holding your face, you oblige and wrap your lips around his thumb, letting your tongue dance against him. Josh lets out a groan as you look up at him through your lashes. He removes his thumb from your mouth as he slides his hand between your bodies, circling your clit with his thumb now covered in your saliva. A groan is pulled from your throat at the contact, you close your eyes at the sweet sensation, Josh brings up his speed once more, you hold on to him, letting your nails scratch his back as his hips and hand have you melting below him. “I-I’m so close.” you stammer out, his eyes find yours, “I want you to look at me.” He simply says, you open your eyes and look back at him. “I want to watch you cum.” Josh’s voice gives him away, he’s on the edge now. You can feel the pressure in your abdomen begin to reach a fever pitch, already feeling so much stronger than the last two. “Let go.” His voice commands and you couldn't stop yourself if you tried.

Josh’s motion on your clit as well as the feeling of his cock against your g-spot sends you overboard and into your hardest orgasm yet. You hold his golden brown eyes, the look of Josh above you has you writhing, grasping at his waist as he drives into you, pulling you through your climax. “Just like that, oh just like that dove.” He moans, you can see his own orgasm crash against him, he pulls you tighter to him, you reciprocate gripping hard on to him, the two of you in the throws of absolute pleasure. Josh’s hips still as he allows himself to lay fully on you, his heavy breathing against the crook of your neck, you do the same, staring in dismay at the ceiling.

You begin to giggle, a huge smile spread over your face, a tear slipping out onto your cheek. Josh hoists himself off of you and looks to you in a concerned way, “What’s wrong?” He asks quickly, you just shake your head, “I did it.” You laugh out, rolling your head to look at Josh lying beside you, immediately calming Josh’s expression. “Yes you did. You did so well.” He smiles softly as he brushes the tear of joy from your cheek, as gentle as he always is. The two of you just lay like this for a while, just basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. It's a comfortable silence, one you wish you could live in beside Josh for as long as you wanted. “You’re really good at that.” You say, breaking the silence. “What?” “Sex.” Josh smiles bright, a laugh falling from his lips and filling the air with the beautiful sound. “No, I'm serious. You should build a career off of it.” You jest, poking him on the very tip of his nose. He smiles and pulls you closer to him, your face inches apart, “Maybe I should take you out to dinner first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keigo chuckles as he moves to sit between your legs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There would truly never be someone like you to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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