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i am my own target demographic hopeless romantic and ofc it’s over a fictional character

[champagnehenssey]

this is champagnehenessy

hi to whoever’s reading, welcome to my blog! for your information champagnehenessy is not just a random handle I chose. it’s intentional and from a singular lyric in the song ‘how do you want it?’ by Tupac! it stuck out to me, made itself permanent in my brain and since then I’ve turned it into a form of escapsim from the real world. this is the result!

ABOUT ME RULES MASTERLIST

・・・・・

currently watching: the story of yanxi palace

currently listening: everything pinka by monaleo ft. teezo touchdown

currently playing: hitman: world of assassination, apex legends, minecraft

[everlasting-everlong]

We bounce?

| wc:3.5k | m.list | taglist | tags: Takami Keigo / AFAB! reader, P in V, degration, tipsy sex, no condom, thigh slapping, praise, porn with plot, smut, Keigo has a tattoo, 'slut' used lolol, quirkless! Universe, Keigo as a bouncer to a club! Universe, not proof read. | summary: Keigos a motherfucking sexy ass bouncer that you keep eyeing up. Eventually the two of you go on a date - leading back to his place. | Alternative ending! |

The bass was loud in the club, syrup from the spilled drinks sticking to the bottom as you danced with your friends. Feeling overly-tipsy from not only the pre-gaming but the amount of shots you’ve taken at the club.

The owners personally knew you by your first name from the amount of times you’ve been here and so did the bouncers. One security took a particularly fond liking to you.

You could remember the interaction like the back of your hand before he let you in.

“Lookin’ as pretty as ever, dove.” A nickname he gave you - claimed it was ‘easier’ to remember than your actual name.

“Why thank you, keigo!” You did a sloppy twirl, showing off the entirety of your slutty outfit for the night, “literally just got this top today - oh! - can you smell my perfume? I feel like it’s… what’s the word… flew away.” The alcohol on your breath was evident but he didn’t seem to care as he leaned in to smell the nape of your neck.

His voice was low, the music from inside the building seeping out to the chilled air of the night, “flew away? You mean ‘faded’, dove?” His hand twitching to rest on your hip, “you smell absolutely delicious.”

Your voice was slightly slurred, not the worse he’s ever heard, “like you wanna take a bite right now?” Putting your index finger between your teeth, biting down softly with that award winning smile he loved so dearly.

“If I wasn’t working I’d be biting all over.” He winked, “now should I ask for your ID or just let you in for free?”

“Ask for my ID! It makes me feel important and young, and I wanna get in for free!”

“Fine, hand it over.” Even though he didn’t need it - he still wanted to entertain your night

“When are you off?!” You practically bounced in place, watching him once over your ID

He handed it back to you, your fingers touching, “and why’d you wanna know so bad? Tryna pounce on me after work?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy. When are you off?”

“When you’re done dancing, dove.”

That leads you to now, grinding up on your friends - taking a concerning amount of shots, convincing men to buy your group shots, getting hit on, kissing strangers - the typical night.

But your mind kept wandering to the blonde bouncer outside.

You yelled to your friends over the music, “I’m gonna go for a smoke, Kay?!” Even though they knew you didn’t have anything to smoke on you, they were too drunk to even care.

Walking outside, it was noticeably chillier than before but the alcohol in your system overrode the breeze grazing your warm skin.

Luckily keigo was still out there, standing at the bottom of the steps while he let out a loud laugh from the previous conversation with the other bouncer.

He was dressed a lot more appropriately than you, long thick pants and a dark red sweater that could be mistaken for black in certain lighting, along with a black vest that had ‘security’ in white-bold-lettering.

You hiccuped, letting your presence be known to both of the workers.

“Dove!” Keigo greeted happily, the smile on his face growing more prominent, “why you out here? Why aren’t you dancin’?”

Stumbling down the stairs next to him, “miss’ya.”

He chuckled softly, patting your head, “you’re sloshed.”

“Are not.”

“I dunno how the bartenders even let ya order more drinks at this point.”

“I got ‘em paid for.”

“Just a popular little birdie hm?”

“But my eyes only on you.”

He quirked his eyebrow, “that’s sweet.”

The two of you talked for a while, the conversation running smoothly to you - which to a sober person, hilarious.

“Are you off soon?” You pestered again, “wanna come home with me?”

“Home with you? You’re drunk, dove. Try again when you’re sober.”

That made you pout, letting out a drawn pout, “but-“

“You don’t even have my number, nor have we interacted anytime other than you coming to the bar.”

“That’s not fair-“

“Sorry,” he hummed, “how about this? Tuesday next week let’s just say around seven-ish. We can meet at that pub just across the street, do some karaoke and see how the night takes us?”

Eagerly nodding, fishing out your phone from your purse, “you- you’s gotta’pu’in m-“ you hiccuped, “my phone s’I can ‘emeber.”

“Anything for you, dove.”

“Buy me food?”

“I’ll send you money.” He hummed softly, “don’t worry about it.”

The date came sooner than expected, it was nerve wracking due to the only time you’ve interacted was during the nights while you were already pretty buzzed.

Now you were waiting at a table, already downing a few drinks to yourself to calm your nerves before he came. You were early - about fifteen minutes early while he arrived five minutes before the dates time.

“Oh? And I thought I liked to be punctual.” Keigo approached the table, wearing a black jacket with a long white shirt underneath with matching black pants, “I see you’ve already ordered something?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know if I should buy you something - I don’t really know what you drink either.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the alcohol didn’t do shit for your nerves.

“Old fashion, or just rye on rocks, I like it strong but flavourful.”

Nodding your head, watching him sit down across from you, “I’ll remember that for next time.”

“And you? Frilly sweet drinks that give you a major hangover the next day?” He eyed up your brightly coloured cocktail

“Preferably, but I don’t mind trying a little of everything.”

Terrible karaoke filled the sub ground; borderline noise pollution at this point in the night, but the dranks flowed as smoothly as the sober-ish conversation between you two.

He spoke up - swirling his small glass of strong-smelling alcohol, “have I told you, you look absolutely radiant tonight. You look gorgeous every time I see you but I love you in something casual rather than your clubbing fits.”

The pre-existing flush on your face deepened at the compliment, a flustered stutter escaping past your lips.

You could tell he was holding his alcohol, already on his fifth drink and exhibiting no symptoms of the effects. His face wasn’t flushed yet, he was laidback with a calm but almost heavy lidded expression.

“I like my clubbing fits.”

“So do I, dove, never said I didn’t.”

“Well… you look handsome tonight.”

The smirk never left his face, instead he leaned forward, “come again?”

“Keigo-“

“Can you blame me? A pretty girl’s complimentin’ me, jus’wanna hear it once more.”

“I tell you all the time when I’m drunk.”

“Psh, this is different, dove.”

“No it’s not, people say drunk words are sober thoughts?”

“Oh really? Now imagine all the things you’ve told me when you’re too drunk to remember.”

“KEIGO?!”

“Oh dove, lower your pretty voice.” He cooed, even though he wasn’t outwardly showing the alcohol effects, his bold and outward words were the big teller, “let’s ditch this place, get something greasy on the way back to mine.”

“Yum, only if you’re paying.”

“Always.”

The two of you stopped by a nearby ‘restaurant’ that was just down the block - ordering your food to go and taking it back to keigo’s place.

The minute you were able to put the food down he took your attention away from it, “fuck the food, come’re instead.”

The lighting was warm and dim, his apartment was plain - a minimalist at his best. Abstract paintings hung on the walls and not a single family photo in sight. There were photos of his friends, of him, but nothing distinct enough for a family resemblance.

Looking at him under the soft lighting, his hair was slightly more messy than when you first saw him, his expression dusted with a flush and a hint of lust, his lips formed in that signature smirk.

He stood confident but relaxed, his jacket already thrown onto the nearest surface while his fingers were ready to hook into his belt to unbuckle it.

“Don’t get nervous now.” Keigo hummed, walking towards you, “all the times you asked to suck my cock? Or when you’d stumble out the bar to my arms and say all these lewd comments?”

Stumbling over your words, becoming increasingly flustered the closer he got, “yeah, but most of those times I’m like blacked out.”

“And I want you to remember me pounding that sweet pussy you keep teasing me with.”

A shiver trailed up your spine from his primal gaze, watching him widen his shoulders to make himself appear wider and larger, puffing out his chest as well.

“Be a good birdie.” He mumbled, “on your knees.”

Instead you slinked off of the chair, taking a few sensual steps towards him. A sudden boost of confidence overriding your nerves.

“I gotta be the ‘good one?” You mumbled, closing in on him; close enough to hear his shallow breaths.

He gulped, his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief moment, “preferably.”

Grabbing a fistful of his collar, tugging him towards you in a firey kiss of dominance - both of you trying to take charge of the situation.

His hands rested on your hips, trailing down to cup your ass while your tongues swirled around each other. Tasting the different alcohol on each’s mouths.

The kiss grew sloppier, your movements as well. Your hands landed on his chest, trailing them down to the hem of his shirt to clear it off of his body. Keigo helped you with the process, breaking apart from the kiss - a lustful expression on his face as he panted.

His bare chest heaving, you were able to see the tuff of chest hair growing in. Blonde and wild, down his torso he had a very light lining of thick tuffs of hair from his naval down below his pants.

“Keep looking like that and I’ll start gettin’ jealous you’re still fully clothed.” He poked, loving to tease at any given opportunity.

“And whatcha gonna do ‘bout that?”

“I’m gonna rip those clothes straight off of ya.”

Letting out an involuntary moan at the thought, you could see his arm hairs shoot up at the sound.

He grabbed you, throwing your body over his shoulder and trailing straight to his bedroom.

“Put me down! Keigo! I can walk on my own!”

“Yeah I know, but sometimes it’s fun to have your feet off the ground.”

From the angle you had, your ass was right by his face but you got to see his back muscles.

With the soft lighting you were able to notice black ink trailing up his back, trying to push yourself up to see the whole picture - he quickly tossed you on the bed before you could.

“I didn’t know you had a back tattoo?”

He hummed, letting out a soft laugh under his breath, “got it when I was wayy young and dumb. Honestly, now that I’m older… it grew kinda sentimental to me.”

“What is it?”

He turned around, he was on the leaner but his muscles were still heavily defined and his back grew bigger. From his lower back up to his shoulder blades were black ribbons of ink forming two big wings.

Your mouth dropped in awe, amazed on the details of the linework and his back in general.

He interluded “Before you ask, enough about me. I want to please you before we start getting to me.”

His eyes were on you, watching your every twitch and ticks like a hawk while he approached your spread legs that hung off the bed, “I hope you’re not attached to your clothes.”

Like they were a piece of paper, he grabbed the collar of your shirt - ripping it in half. The sound of fabric tearing shocked your core, sending a wave of heat down your body but a cold sensation on your now bare skin.

“Do I gotta rip your pants next or can you take them off yourself?”

“I’ll do it!”

Slowly you shimmied off your pants, trying to tease him much like he’s done to you. Before you could go even slower he took charge, pulling them straight off of your body quickly. Not even giving you a chance to react before he took a quick once over your lingerie choice.

Trying to take the opportunity before he completely devoured you, “wait you gotta take off your pants!” A devilish smirk ran across your mouth, climbing off of the bed onto your knees.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, maintaining strong eye-contact with him. With the belt opened, your hands rested on his hips. His breath hitching as he saw your teeth nip the zipper of his fly.

He had never had a girl take off his pants with their mouth, it turned him on to another degree. Feeling his underwear becoming tight around him, his shaft tenting in his pants. Bulging free as the zipper became looser.

When you were able to slip down his pants, looking at his red boxers holding back his twitching length. Keigo’s print ran large, going down to his upper thigh and you could see the way his balls wanted to hang freely.

Keeping that heavy lidded gaze on him, your hot breaths teasing on his cold genitals, “dove, I ain’t the loudest in the room.” He breathed out, low and whispery.

“That’s about to change.”

Deciding to change pace, you tugged his boxers down quickly. Exposing him just as fast as he ripped your shirt off.

Keigo shielded an circumsized cock, growing about to be just roughly below seven inches. It angled upwards and it was rivalling your forearm in matters of how wide he was. You could properly see his happy trailed that connected to his trimmed bush of blonde hair.

Changing the position, pushing him to sit on the bed while you kneel between his legs. Using your spit as lube, your hands wrapped around the base of his cock while your mouth licked up his shaft.

The smell of sex lingered in the air while you sucked him off, watching his face contort in pleasure but his voice remained empty.

Your tongue swirled around his length, hands stroking his base and mouth sucking in like he was some sweet lollipop ready to get to the even sweeter inside.

His hands clenched the bed beside him, huffs of breaths escaping out. Trying to control his mind before he got hazy.

It only took a little while longer before you felt him thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat as he spurted his hot cum down it. It was thick and salty, a bitter taste on your tastebuds but you managed to choke it down.

You crawled up from between his legs, taking dominance by straddling his lap. Grinding against his half-hard member to make it fully erect once again. His eyes weren’t glossed over, meaning that he still had a few more round in him before he was spent.

“Condom?” He mumbled, already reaching for his nightstand

You hand reached his, bringing it back to your side, “don’t worry your pretty little feathers over a condom. I’m on birth control.”

Keigo let out a solid hum, nodding his head as he watched you slide your panties to the side, the tip aligned to your entrance, “you like cock-warming?” You whispered into his ear, kissing the parts that weren’t pierced.

“I’d prefer to fuck fast.”

“Well that’s too damn bad.”

You sunk onto him, taking him all in your wet canal. Moaning softly into his ear as he stretched you out, his base way thicker than the tip of him. You could feel his cock tickling your g-spot.

The longer you stayed ontop of him, refusing to move until he was reduced to putty under your grasp. Every tremble of your legs or when he would try to force a thrust into there - it only heightened your combined sensitivity.

“Cmon.” He growled, “fuckin’ move already, I’m sick of this waiting around shit.”

A part of you wanted to obey, the other half wanting to dominate. Coming to a compromise you moved your hips in small, shallow bobs, his girth rubbing against your sweet spot while his tip grazed your cervix. Feeling his cock straining inside of you, the small feelings of pleasure overwhelming his senses.

You let this going for another five minutes, making sure to count down every tick of the hands of his watch.

He gripped your face, baring his teeth slightly. Keigos eyes were sharp, almost cold and certainly unimpressed as he tried to mask his pleasure.

“Fuck this.”

Groping your hips tightly, his cock remained in you as he flipped position so he was ontop of you. Immediately starting the brutal thrusts, watching your mouth open with shock then overwhelmed by his actions.

His hips snapped into yours fast, loud noises filling up the room. Your moans leaking out with every thrust.

Keigo’s one hand reached up, trapping your hands above his head, “you think you’re sneaky? I was only playing nice to make you feel good about yourself” his mouth attacked your breasts while he rammed his cock into your sweet, tight pussy.

“Now-“ thrust “-I’m gonna-“ thrust “fuck your cunt like-” squelch “some whore on the street.” Thrussst.

Keigo was a dirty talker, absolutely vile as he degraded you, “your cunts so fucking wet, I can feel the way I stretch it out.”

“Mmm- yes- keg’s-“

“Shut the fuck up” He hummed, trailing kissed up to your shoulders, “fuck-“ thrust “tight-“

Whines left your mouth, turned on by the way his words affected you. Clenching around him, “I thought you weren’t vocal?”

“I don’t moan, dove. Doesn’t mean I can’t talk at all, what are you, Stupid?” He slapped the inside of your thigh, the pain striking to your core as you tightened up around him once more.

“Oh? The slut liked to be slapped like that? Should’a known from the way you sloppily beg for me when you’re fuckin’ drunk.”

“I don’t beg-“ you tried again, earning another slap in the same spot.

He angled himself higher than before, slamming into you harder than he has, “I told you,” keigo slapped your thigh, earning himself a loud whimper from you, “shut” another slap “the fuck” two more, harsher than before, “up.”

“Please keigo- please- that hurts-“ tears pricked your eyes, but despite it you weren’t telling him ‘no’ or to ‘stop’

“I told you to shut up and yet you keep that pathetic blabbering.”

Feeling his cock pulsating inside of you, sweat forming onto his forehead and his muscles bulging. It was an easy tell he was close to cumming once more, “fine, if you won’t shut up then I’ll make you scream my name till you lose your voice.”

Every time his hips connected with yours, he would watch the way your tits bounce, bottoming out inside of your each time as he pushed you to your climax.

“Now you wanna be quiet? You’re the loudest in the fucking club,” he raised his hand, a warning that he was going to slap your thigh once more.

Your eyes widened, legs trembling and heart pounding, “no, no, no, wait.” You tried to move your hands from his grasp, “I’ll be loud, please, please keigo-“

“Then call out my name.”

“Keigo!” You whined, softly at first. Gaining confidence as your orgasm approached, “keigo- I’m so close I’m close please don’t stop, mmmm, fuck! kegs-“

“Keep on,” he edged on, watching the drool start to form at your lips, eyes glossed over and a dumb expression starting to take over.

You kept repeating his name with every thrust, your volume rising to the point it would cause a noise complaint or two.

“Cum in me, keigo.” You loudly whined, “fill me up with your hot seed, please fill up my pussy.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck my cum into your aching cunt? Dispose of it inside your aching cunt?” He edged on, his movements growing stiff, listening to you call out his name as you orgasmed around his cock.

He quickly followed pursuit, filling you up with his liquid batter and fucking it into your cervix. Once your screams died down he pressed his lips onto yours - a sloppy kiss to help bring you down from your high, teeth clashing and tongues swirling against one another.

The two of you finished with each other. Keigo pulled away from your lips, his cock warming inside of you as a string of saliva from your mouths connected the two of you together.

“That’s hot.” He mumbled, using his tongue to swirl it up. Pulling out of you with a loud pop, the white cum spilling out of your pussy onto the bed underneath.

“You’re hot.”

“I know.”

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[applejade]

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send your Black American friends some money and listen to some Chaka Khan!!♥️🔱🖤

[neighbourscat]

mwwaaaahhhh!! i love us 💋💋💋

[champagnehenssey]

and I knew horikoshi fucked up Keigo’s character when he drew him wearing silver jewelry

[champagnehenssey]

this is champagnehenessy

hi to whoever’s reading, welcome to my blog! for your information champagnehenessy is not just a random handle I chose. it’s intentional and from a singular lyric in the song ‘how do you want it?’ by Tupac! it stuck out to me, made itself permanent in my brain and since then I’ve turned it into a form of escapsim from the real world. this is the result!

ABOUT ME RULES MASTERLIST

・・・・・

currently watching: the story of yanxi palace

currently listening: everything pinka by monaleo ft. teezo touchdown

currently playing: hitman: world of assassination, apex legends, minecraft

[champagnehenssey]

guys do we like the video :DDDDDDDD

[champagnehenssey]

ABOUT ME ⭑.ᐟ

I'm african american, i live in florida, I use she/her pronouns and I would sacrifice my first born to be with keigo takami! #birdbrained.

artists i enjoy • beyonce, michael jackson, anita baker, megan thee stallion, sza, brent faiyaz, bryson tiller, rihanna, ke$ha, paramore, flo milli, playboi carti, monaleo, jodeci, swv, kut klose, enchantment, frank sinatra, nat king cole, tyler the creator, natalie cole, zhańe, after 7, avant, kali uchis, stephanie mills, trina, the jacksons, and summer walker just to name a few

movies/shows i enjoy• psych, all the barbie movies, winx club, my little pony, harry potter movies, barbie life in the dreamhouse, now u see me 1/2, ive recently found out i like historical (c) dramas about revenge, columbiana, avengers: civil war, spider man movies, anna, mob movies, femme fatale movies, avatar (lil kid holds the weight of the entire world on his bald head), mulan, the princess and the frog, the goofy movie, die hard, why women kill, hallmark movies, the fresh prince of bel air, the jamie foxx show, the vampire diaries, the originals, etc

anime i enjoy (off the top of my head) • my hero academia, michiko e hatchin, fairy tail, scissor seven, naruto, bna, hunter x hunter, little witch academia, ouran host club, one punch man, detective conan, moriarty the patriot, yuri on ice, etc

[champagnehenssey]

RULES ⭑.ᐟ

"Didn't somebody tell you this was an all-black party? Huh? Someone get this y/n-blueyed-blonde-yourcheekswentpink- away from me!" Jokes aside, all my works are strictly black!fem! reader and will always be tagged so! that said if ur a nonblack reader ur still welcome to read and interact!

Reader will never be referred to as y/n. Always a nickname/pet name or just you.

I mostly write for Hawks as this is a Keigo centered blog but I'll possibly write for other anime characters that I like. a reminder that i am the target demographic and that all of my works are self indulgent and I write whatever my brain conjures keigo in.

MOODBOARDS! moodboards aren’t me trying to oc-ify reader, they’re just moodboards/the vibe and aesthetic I’m going for.

Racisms, homophobia, transphobia, bigotry/prejudice/hateful behavior and interactions will not be tolerated. u will be getting blocked and reported boo!

I am a freak so nsfw, noncon, and sometimes/frequently dark works will be written on this page. however my freak may not match with urs, so just to clear it up, u will not see these on my page ever: scat, piss kinks, incest, x minor characters, pedophila!

i do NOT take requests. ever. and that probably won’t change. why? mainly because I tried to do that when I first came on tumblr but it quickly got overwhelming and they weren’t getting done so all shade to myself cause I’m shit at that.

finally, please interact! DONT BE SHY! I’m super friendly I swear. comments, reblogging and asks are encouraged and I’ll be happy to respond! i love it please it’s my writer food please I’m starving 💔

[champagnehenssey]

MASTERLIST ⭑.ᐟ

my hero academia

mob!keigo

the after hours mini series

pull the trigger

angel baby

regular!keigo

caramel macchiato

rockstar!touya!shenanigans

baby, baby, babies? (ts so old)

[champagnehenssey]

how do I make a navigation page 😵

[poisonwings]

─── ఌ︎.┆ World Cup ˚.⋆ֹ (WIP)

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ᨒᨒ ོ ᨒ↟ 𖠰

OKAY BUT DID Y'ALL SAW THE COLLAB WITH SAMURAI BLUES FOR WORLD CUP? I'M DYING I NEEDED TO DRAW HIMMMMM

Art by me, Manu Kwaracy 🦂💛

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

[champagnehenssey]

uninstalled tumblr on Sunday, life been crazy and unbalanced since. hopefully the order restores.

[tchetcheca]

i can't really explain it but yn and reader are two completely different people

[champagnehenssey]

AFTER HOURS ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘

aka the late, late series

✦ k. takami ᥫ᭡. black!fem!reader

♪♫♪ READY OR NOT 𓂃 ⸝⸝⟢ AFTER SEVEN

“After Hours,” is a mini masterlist full of based one shots that have no specific time correlation with eachother and can be read freely in no order. The Keigo that you’re about to indulge in is not the canon mha version that you know and love he is instead a mob boss, or officially known as in this world—the Don of Brooklyn. The city’s most dangerous gentlemen, with that sly smile and those same honey filled eyes. The setting is loosely set in the 1950s strictly for aesthetic purposes. And if you didn’t already catch on, it’s named after hours because each story takes place at night, where you—his wife, see him the most. p.s please read each tw tab!

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☾₊ ⊹ 1:45 AM. . . It seems the years have caught up to you being married to him, because you no longer flinch when he comes home with blood on him.

release: out now

☾₊ ⊹ 12:00 AM . . . Keigos life isn’t real. Can’t be. Men like him barely have wives, instead they have the weeks and then the weekends Guess which one belongs to the girlfriend they love to keep around in cheap motels and paid off apartments. But Keigo? Keigo’s one lucky fucker to come home to this.

release: out now

☾₊ ⊹ 11:26 PM. . . Late night. Long day. You two have an agreement, and he really needs some tlc, and you are the only thing that can give it to him. Like that.

release: out now

[champagnehenssey]

masterlist is finally done never doing ts again 😍😍😍😍

[champagnehenssey]

11:26 PM — Sleep Tight

k.takami ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 black!fem!reader

masterlist

𝐓𝐖: unprotected sex, somnophilia but also not somno (idk if this qualifies), no use of y/n, lazy doggystyle, intimate lovey dovey sex! porn no plot, not proofread.

a/n: I’m finally done yay! I’m never doing a masterlist again >:|

You're already asleep, wrapped and cocooned completely by your covers, hair clipped and curled protectively in your bonnet. Your negligee is all rumpled around your legs and hips from moving too much, your body restless without him holding you close.

The bed is far too big and empty without Keigo, the blank space behind was meant for his chest to be. The absence of his heartbeat beating steady against your back, hell even the lack of his snores gnawed at your body even as you slept.

The clock on the dresser hums in the quiet, a nonstop low tick-tock emitting from it. Somewhere in that hazy dream state you're in you can hear the front door creak open. And there's only one person coming in late like this.

Soon the sound of footsteps climb the stairs, the oak groaning under his polished oxfords and then the quiet footsteps of them down the hall like he's creeping trying not to wake the whole house up.

The bedroom door opens with a soft creak then closes with an even softer click. And then he begins shedding off the day's 'work'. Per usual, his watch and cuff links go first clinking into the glass dish bowl on the dresser, he toes off his shoes kicking them away as well with his socks. Then he rids himself of the big wool coat he put on due to ongoing cold weather making itself permanent in Brooklyn these days.

You hear his feet patter across the carpet and then the mattress dipping under his weight. Creakkk.

Warm hands slide under the cover, skating up against your thighs, the thin negligee fabric doing nothing to hide how rough his palms are. His smell hits you first, the cold night air clinging to him like cigar smoke, a testament to how long he's been out. Then something warm—familiar—entirely male, and finally his cologne the one he puts on every morning, the one that sticks to his skin all day.

The one you have no problem greedily inhaling in. Smells so good.

And then you feel his mouth—a slow press of his lips against your forehead.

"Baby," he whispers. His voice is low and tired. "You awake?"

Partially, you think. One half of you dead asleep, the other half conscious enough to have heard him coming since the front door opened, and feeling how his hand rubs over your hip, the slippery silk sliding under his palm. Kinda tickles.

You stir, just a lil, a small groan leaving you as you turn over on your stomach, lashes clinging together and eyes heavy with sleep. But the second he starts kissing on you—your cheek, neck, your shoulder—it's like Christmas down there.

His mouth brushes your temple. "Can I, sweetheart?" Keigo breathes, his voice genuinely raw, not a hint of shame. "I'll be gentle, swear. Jus' a lil worn right now.. I need you."

You love the way his voice pools over those last words. Pure honeyed filth. I need you. Like only you and you alone can solve his problems.

Your eyes flutter open halfway, drowsy but quickly filling with need as well. "Mm.. Kei.." you mumble, voice all soft and sleepy.

He nuzzles against your neck, your scent flooding his senses before he kisses that spot underneath your ear. "Sorry, honey," he breathes against your skin. "Long fuckin' day."

You hum in answer, a groggy, needy little sound that makes his cock twitch in his pants. "Take me from the back," you murmur, voice muffled from the pillow as you lay there, but he still hears you. Kissing that spot again, "Yeah?" he asks, making sure you actually want this. As an answer you shift, making little noises as you try to get your limbs to cooperate—all stiff and heavy—as you sloppily arch your back into an arch.

He huffs in amusement, his lips turning into that lazy smirk. He kisses your neck one more time before crawling behind you, sitting on his knees. He takes the cover off of you, revealing the thin dark blue nightgown and your ass lazily tutted up. He grabs a pillow before placing it right under your hips. "You comfy, pretty?" His voice is soft, palm smoothing over the curve of your back.

To which you mutter something along the lines of "Fuck me."

He takes that as a yes.

He lifts the ends of the negligee higher and higher until it pools around your waist, the dark silk of your panties winking at him in the low light. It's perfect. He can't help but rub at your ass, rubbing the softness and feeling at you before he stops.

You hear the faint whisper of his zipper coming down, then the low hiss he makes when he takes himself out of his boxers. A pleased sigh leaves him as he works his thumb on the head until his precum beads down. The view isn't helping one bit—his wife, his angelic wife, all propped up nicely, thighs parted even while half sleeping.

You look back, one eye blearily cracked open, watching him hold his cock. It's so thick, heavier at the base with darker, flushed skin, the length of him a warm tan that curves just slightly upward. The head is fat and rosy, already glistening with precum slowly dripping down as he strokes himself. It looks heavy in his hand, veins standing out on the sides, the whole thing aching.

And It's pretty.

You let out a loud whine, the sound pure impatience. Keigo's eyes flick up to yours quickly, then he laughs under his breath—that low and husky thing that makes your thighs squeeze together. "My bad… keeping you waiting," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement.

He finally bends over you, chest pressing against your back, and as he reaches down, instead of stripping your panties off of you, he keeps them on—just sliding them over, baring your pussy for him.

He makes an appreciative noise, his tip nudging against your entrance like a kiss—a sweet one—before he indulges.

Slow.

So slow it's almost cruel.

Inch by inch, he stretches you open, the thick head popping past that tight ring of muscle before the rest of his heavy cock follows. The girth makes the both of you moan: his ragged and shaky, yours a breathy broken "Oh Keigo—" muffled into the pillow.

He rocks his hips once, twice, gentle just like he promised, letting you adjust to the stretch. "Shit, honey, you're so tight.. mmph." He mutters, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Always taking your husband like you're tryna kill me, huh?" His hand fists in the sheets beside your ribs, and the other splayed on your hip holding you steady as he sinks deeper and deeper till he's at the hilt. The tension finally melts out of his body with a long, shaky exhale.

"There we go. Jus' like that.. my girl, my sweet girl."

He stays perfectly still for a moment, letting the both of you adjust to the feeling of him filling you completely. But his body betrays him immediately—his cock already twitching inside of you, hips rocking in tiny, greedy circles like he can't help himself.

He kisses along your shoulders, lips warm and entirely grateful. "Thank you… thank you for this. You didn't have to."

You huff into the pillow. "Shaddup, y'know I don't mind."

Keigo lets out a low, breathless laugh that quickly turns into a groan when he feels you clench around him. "Yeah.. I know." He presses another open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "But I still gotta say it. Making love with you is a privilege. One I'm so lucky to have."

The words hit you lovingly, soft and sincere in the only way Keigo can manage even while he's buried inside of you. A rush of warmth rolls over your body, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Well, at least you know," you tease.

He laughs again, rich and warm. "Yeah, honey, I know what I got. An angel." He repeats it again, punctuating the word with a slow, deep thrust that makes your breath catch. "My angel. On earth. Taking me so sweet too."

"You feel so good," you whisper, voice barely above the sound of the fan. Eyelashes fluttering as you feel your body relaxing around him in slow pulses, the ache easing into something sweeter with every pump of him. The pillow helps even more, keeping your pelvis raised.

"That's it," he hisses, cock dragging through slow and steady. "Wan—" he groans when your pussy squeezes around him. "—Wanna take my time, baby, that alright with you? Been runnin' since dawn, ain't had a chance to catch up with you. M'sorry." His voice is breathy against your ear, apologetic tone mixing with that charm of his.

You manage the smallest of nods, cheeks smushed into the pillows. "Mhm… baby, take your time." You mumble, words sluggish. "Want you to feel good, Kei."

That does something to him.

"Fuck, I love you so much—"

His hips don't stop. They can't. That slow, deep roll keeps going and going, dragging out of you till his thick head is kissing your entrance, then sinking back in deep. Like he's trying to get back home after being gone all day. The wet sounds—every little wet plop of him in you—is obscene in the quiet room. The only other noise being the bed creaking and the way he talks to you.

"God, you feel so good— wanna stay here forever—" he says, voice breathy along your shoulders as he places open-mouthed wet kisses on your heated skin. "Can I, angel? Sweetheart? Honey?" He sounds drunk talking like that. Pussydrunk.

The word forever hangs in the air between the both of you, heavy and sweet. You feel it settle into your ears, the warm pleasure growing more and more between your thighs. It doesn't help that Keigo damn near cocoons you with the way his chest presses against your back now—the solid muscle of him.

You want to tell him yes. Want to say stay, stay, always stay. But your mouth won't cooperate. It's too busy mouthing out moans and whines. So instead you just push back—a clumsy, uncoordinated roll of your hips that makes him choke on a groan.

"Yeah?" He breathes shakily, understanding you even without words. He always does. "Yeah, okay, baby. I got you."

His pace increases. Just a touch. Still gentle like he promised, but more insistent now, like he can't help himself. His cock keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your vision go hazy at the edges.

"That's it," he whispers. "That's my girl. Taking me so good. Always take me so good."

You whimper into the pillow. Your fingers clutch at the sheets, twisting the fabric, trying to hold yourself steady as the pleasure builds. Keigo's hand slides from your hip to your lower belly, then to your pussy. His thumb easily pads over your clit, circling the bud of nerves in lazy motions.

The moment he touches you, your whole body jolts. It's too much and not enough all at once—the slow, deep drags of his cock and the newly added pressure of him playing with your clit, and finally the weight of his chest pressed against your back.

"Kei— baby— it's not enough—"

You don't even know what you're asking for. Harder? Faster? Rougher? The words won't come, just the feeling of him inside you. On top of you. In you. Around you. Everywhere.

But Keigo understands.

He always understands.

"I said," he breathes, voice ragged against your ear, "I got you, didn't I?"

He shifts. His cock drives into you, more insistent, his thumb pressing down on your clit with more purpose now—faster—and you can't help the broken cry that escapes your lips.

He buries his face in the curve of your neck, placing wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses against your slick skin. "You're so close, aren't'cha?" He mumbles in between his lips sucking against your skin. He can feel you, the way your walls are fluttering around him. "Can feel you, angel. You don't wanna let me go do you?"

You shake your head, or nod—you're not sure anymore. Everything is hazy and the pleasure is building so high. "Keigo— ohmygod—"

"I know." He kisses your jaw and then the spot behind your ear. His thumb never stops moving—circling, pressing, loving. "I know, honey. Just let go. Cum for me."

His hips snap a little harder, a little deeper, and his thumb presses down just right, and—

It's a release. A release that steals your breath and your sight and every mumbo jumbo thought in your head. Your body clenches around him like a cinch, and your pussy pulses before gushing around him. Wet, hot, cum gushes around his cock.

You hear yourself make a sound—high and broken—his name caught somewhere in the middle.

"Jesus—" Keigo chokes, his hips stuttering, his rhythm falling apart as you squeeze him so tight he can barely move. "Fuck, fuck, sweetheart—"

He follows right behind you. “Where," he gasps, voice strained, "Where do you want me, tell me-“. You manage to gather your words, “Inside-inside!” He obeys. A desperate moan leaves him, a hard press of his hips as he spills inside youfeel the warm rush of him filling you up.

He doesn’t stop there. He works you through it-hips still moving, thumb still circling, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're both boneless and breathless and completely satisfied.

For a long moment neither of you moves.

The fan virrrsss overheard and the clock still ticks on the dresser. Keigo’s breath is warm against your neck, his cock he doesn’t even bother to take out.

“Stay,” you murmur, “I’m not ready. Stay forever like you said?”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Forever.”

[zamisriza-the-resurrection]

Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

[channelsurfer02]

Might as well.

[percysfemmefatale]

nothing to lose.

[champagnehenssey]

Also I forgot to mention, I really like your dialogue and the chemistry you make between kei and the reader most ppl just get into it w out the build up which is fine it just doesn’t give too much of what the characters are thinking. I rly love the way u do build up and talking even during the more “ intimate” moments I like ur dialogue.

ohhhhh girlllll u don’t know how many times I just wanna write pure smut no plot but like for some reason I can never actually do it and I have to at least show u guys how u and him got here in the first place so this comment is super duper sweet! 🤗🤗 also ps thank u for interacting with me i don’t get it a lot on tumblr so this is having me rlly geeked :DD

[champagnehenssey]

Hey hey! I was curious if your were still going to do the hours trilogy I’ve been enjoying it. Also I went through some of ur other work I also rly liked the idea you had w vampire keigo, ik it’s an older post but still it has me nosey. 👀

Hi anon 😚 for the after hours trilogy it’s gonna get done I just don’t have any motivation to continue it right now because I have way too many ideas for Keigo in my head and I kept pushing them back and this has sorta made me lethargic with writing lately BUT it’s gonna get done just not now.

AND u must be psychic cause i was literally thinking about vampire Keigo….like I’ve been writing a rough draft and it’s gonna be a yandere thing but first i have to get this breeding Keigo fic out!!!!