So High
you, the campus pill popper whore, are known to be down to do drugs and have sex with anyone, the golden boy keigo is in a bet to see whether or not he’ll be able to fuck you.
characteristics: college au! coke whore! reader, bimbo! reader, rich boy hawks, toxic! reader, hawks is obsessed with you, reader has big boobs, ass, and thick thighs, reader is a bitch
CW: keigo is in love kinda??? drug use, smut, hair pulling, degration m/ receiving, praise f/ receiving, oral female and male receiving, pussy drunk hawks, submissive hawks, bimbocore, motorboating, hand job, biting, mentions of shoplifting, and fragil masculinity.
“they look like candy it’s so fine,” you say to your friend while holding the half burnt joint, “like doesn’t this look like those little smartie candies? and the coke just looks like pixie stick sugar.”
you hold up the pill towards your friends face and she laughs, “they’re really cute honestly, are you bringing them to the party?”
you smoke the rest of the joint you both were sharing and put it out on your pink hello kitty ashtray, the smoke burning your throat and lungs as the smell reeked on your clothes and in the smoke filled room, “i’m popping one before i go to the party and snorting a line.”
“smart,” your friend says, “we don’t want anyone tryna ask for some.”
you both laugh as music softly plays in the background, your roommate groans and looks at you, taking her head phones off, “you guys are lucky i don’t report you!” she scolds, “drugs are so bad for you! i’m surprised you haven’t like… overdosed yet on that weed.”
you and your friend go silent and look at each other, and just start cackling, you snort and she makes a duck sound from how dumb you roommate was about weed. “are you actually fucking dumb?” you ask, “just shut the fuck up and mind your own business.”
your roomie rolls her eyes, “whatever, you guys are just jealous that i’m top of the deans list and i have a scholarship!” she says, her pose becoming prissy and giving a cocky smile. “you guys aren’t gonna have anything going good for you if you keep this up!”
you roll your eyes, starting to get annoyed by this bitch.
you both went to high school together and you still are shocked on how she acts like this still, as if she didn’t have a fucking foursome with members of the football team, cheated on multiple exams, you caught her copying your homework back in high school, if anything YOU should be on the list.
i mean of course you’ve cheated on a few things, and you did fuck the basketball team in just two weeks, but you own it, you’re not ashamed of who you really are, you don’t act all perfect like she does.
“bitch shut the fuck up before i bash your face into that little computer your sugar daddy bought for you!” you threaten.
“how dare you threaten me! my dad is the CEO of-”
“just shut the fuck up, take off that purity ring cause we all know what you really are.”
her face went red with that comeback, “coke head slut!” she yells, putting her headphones back on and going back to her computer.
now you’re smart, but not that smart, more like street smarts, growing up in the bad part of the city actually makes a difference to others, rich kids like her and other people on the campus don’t seem to understand that some people don’t have some prissy attitudes, sure you do drugs and whatever but you’re still thriving in life, people like her are all the same.
“alright,” your friend stands up, i’m gonna go up to my room and go to bed, i got class in the morning,” she says, wiping her hands off on her jeans, her kitten heels making a click click click sound, “night y/n!”
“night!” you call out back, hearing your door close. you stand up and sigh, taking the air freshener and being generous enough to cover up the skunk smell.
you pick out the pajamas you wanna wear for bed, a short light pink nightgown that barely covers your ass, you walk over and turn off the light, allowing yourself to go into a deep slumber.
the next day, you wake up at about maybe 3 pm (due to the amount of weed you had inhaled AND the pills) and made sure to take a shower before applying anything on her face.
you liked the shower hot, like extremely hot, the feeling of the warmth on your bare skin made your after high calm down a bit, you made sure that you always smelt good, the shampoo and conditioner you always used was yes, expensive, but shoplifting from the convenience store isn’t THAT bad when you’re in college, you call it “borrowing”, you’re just borrowing a few things to keep.
the shampoo was a passion fruit cherry blossoms smell, it made your hair smell good even if you were sweaty, your conditioner was a matching smell, making your [h/t] soft/stand out in front of people.
your body wash was the same scent, if you were near someone, they would automatically get drunk off of your body wash.
you loved your body, absolutely obsessed with your body, and so was everyone else, the stares from women and men, the sway of your hips, purposely wearing a tiny skirt so that people would see the underline of your ass, a skirt so short that if you bent over, everyone would see what you wore, undercut shirts to show your breasts, everything about you was perfect.
but there was one thing on your body that you hated.
body hair.
now you’re not like those girls that shave their pussy or legs every single day and then brag about it to other girls cause those are the girls that you steer clear from.
but you make sure that no body hair is on you, not on your legs, not on your arms, you hate pubic hair too, of course you can’t shave it everyday, so instead you just waxed it raw.
you would wax the hair that would grow under your nose, and wax your unibrow.
when you got out of the shower and put on your fluffy bunny slippers, you walked towards your mirror and started to blow dry your hair and apply some makeup, you loved makeup, you hated those stuck up bitches who would judge you for wearing makeup, false lashes, pink eyeshadow, black under the lid eyelid pencil, and most of all, your hello kitty pink lip gloss that tasted like vanilla.
you walked towards your closet to find a pretty pink outfit, something that screamed “bimbo”.
and then you saw it you’re favorite skirt.
it was a tiny pink skirt that showed a lot of your ass, it had rhinestones attached on it, causing the light in the room to make it shine, you picked out a tight white tank top that said “cum slut” in pink letters.
in about the 3 hours span of you being ready, you get a text from your friend, telling you to come to her dorm while she gets ready for the party.
you smiled and put on your platform heels that have a strap and wraps around your leg.
7:30 pm
party starts at 10:00 pm
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8:30 pm
party starts at 10:00 pm
“surprised you haven’t scored with anyone at a party yet,” touya laughs as he puts on a random band shirt that was in his dresser, “you’re rich, so shouldn’t girls be all over you?”
keigo rolls his eyes and ruffles his wet hair in a towel, “it’s not that, just haven’t seen anyone that’s good enough,” he replies, “i like bimbos, i haven’t seen one that’s caught my eye yet.”
touya groans about just thinking about fucking a bimbo, “bimbos are absolute freaks, dude,” he laughs. “there’s that one girl, y/n l/n, she’s so fucking hot dude, has the most perfect tits you’ve ever seen.”
keigo chuckles, tying his shoe and looking up at touya with a smile, getting ready to help set up the party that was happening in his frat, “why haven’t you hooked up yet?”
touya rolls his eyes and groans, “i’ve been trying to but she’s either too dumb to notice or she’s high.”
“a lot of bimbos smoke weed,” keigo says, “it’s typical of them.” standing up and looking at touya, leaning to the side and resting his body on it.
touya laughs and just stares at him, as if what he said was a big joke, “oh, you’re serious?” he gives keigo a confused look, “she doesn’t smoke only weed dude, she pops pills and does a LOT of coke, she gets them from tomura.”
keigo lets out an “oh” and gives a confused look, “so wait, why can’t he hook you up with her?”
“he won’t let me, won’t give me any info for some reason, but i know he’s not fucking her, that’s for sure.”
“why do you think that?” keigo asks, lifting an eyebrow in confusion.
“tomura never comes out of his room unless he’s going to classes or running errands, and is airways playing video games, so why would a chick like her have sex with him?”
keigo laughs and shakes his head, “what if he is and you’re just not able to fuck her like every other girl you’ve done it with.”
touya smirks, “oh yeah?” he says with a cunning smile. “fine then. let’s make a bet. if i hit first you cough up $100, if you do, i cough up $100, sound like a deal?”
keigo hesitated, is he really going to bet money on whether or not they’ll be able to hook up with some dumb bimbo? then again, if she’s not paying attention to touya out of all people, maybe she’s special, maybe her pussy is just special, there’s nothing special about a woman, keigo always thought that woman had a few jobs to do and nothing else. cooking, cleaning, and sucking dick.
“deal.” he agrees, shaking his hand.
when the party started it became packed very quickly, the jungle juice was hitting everyone and people were doing keg stands, practically fucking as they would grind or make out with each other, it was filthy, dirty, disgusting, it was perfect.
the whole time, touya and keigo were standing against a wall, holding a drink in their hand and watching the crowd, searching for you.
the moment you walked in, keigo knew it was you they were betting on, touya didn’t even have to tell him, he just stared at you, you held onto your friends arm and waved her goodbye as she went to go dance with some guy, probably her boyfriend.
for some reason you weren’t scared of someone trying to grope you, you knew the safety precautions on this stuff; get a drink, hold it, cover it, and down it all while you dance, get a refill, and start back over.
“alright, that’s her, you go first, if you hit, send me a video or photo.” touya says, shoving keigo towards the crowd by his back.
keigo looks at him with an annoyed expression cause of what he just did, soon forgetting about it and becoming done with it.
when he walked into the living room to go find you, he saw you sitting on the couch on a guys lap, whispering in his ear as he had an arm around your waist and was gripping your thigh, you smiled and leaned forward towards the table, taking a rolled up dollar and snorting white powder with your nose.
keigo almost lost hope, about to walk away and tell touya that nobody is getting money, until the guy went in to kiss you and you put your hand in front of his lips, saying something that keigo couldn’t make out, the guy rolls his eyes and you get off his lap, he gets off the couch and walks away, angrily bumping into keigo’s shoulder.
if he wasn’t betting on you, keigo would’ve argued with the dude for bumping into his shoulder, but since he was, he let it slide.
you sat back down and took a shot, not knowing (or caring) that your skirt was riding up way too high.
he decides to finally walk over and see if he’ll have a chance, hoping that he doesn’t lose out on $100.
when he sits down next to you, he was captivated over how good you smelled, cherry blossoms, his favorite scent on a woman.
you turn and look at him, giving him an annoyed look, “can i help you?” you ask, attitude in your voice.
he liked the attitude though, he didn’t like when women didn’t have that innocent voice, he loved when they acted like a brat, it made him feral, he loved fucking attitudes out of women, putting them in their place, which was the bedroom or kitchen.
“i saw what happened with that guy, he looked like a scumbag,” he laughed, “why’d you reject him.”
you roll your eyes with a smile, looking over at the group of girls on the other couch you were talking to, you look back at him, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes, “and why would you wanna know?”
he shrugs, “i’m just curious.”
you smile and scoots closer to him, “i don’t like men like him,” you answer. “he’s not my type.”
not your type? maybe touya’s right, maybe tomura and you aren’t fucking.
“what’s your type?” he asks, whispering it in your ear, causing you to smile, knowing that he doesn’t care about the guy, he just wants to fuck.
you take out the bag of pills you had stuffed in your bra, forgetting to take them at your dorm, you take out a pink pill and pop it in your mouth, it had a little heart on it, taking your drink to sip it.
“what’s that?” he asks you.
“you want some? it’s molly, ever had some?” you ask him, holding the bag in his face.
he shakes his head no, you shrug your shoulders and give the bag to your friends so that the three of them could have the rest.
“what’s your name?” you ask, ignoring the question he asked you. it caused keigo to look confused on why you’d wanna know his name when you’d probably never see or call him again.
“keigo, what’s yours?”
you shake your head and laugh, “y/n,” you say in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and putting your hand on his thigh, close to the bulge in his pants, making him let out a little whimper.
“you think im hot right?” you ask, “i saw you looking at my boobs a bit, do you wanna touch them?”
he just sits there in awe as you take off the straps of your shirt and pull it down to expose your bra, “touch them, they’re real.”
he didn’t need you to ask you twice, immediately putting his hands on you, feeling the softness underneath his fingertips, your pink silk bra exposed, you laughed as he fondled them messily.
“do you wanna go upstairs?” you ask, looking at his pretty face, he looks up and immediately nods yes, he can’t stop staring at your e/c eyes.
you stand up and grab his hand, your bra still exposed to everyone, he doesn’t even realize that you’re taking him upstairs to a bedroom in his own frat, is he not getting the message?
he was cute, he looked kind, you knew he’d probably be rough, but does he not realize that he’s gonna get drunk off of you?
the guy was just some dumb jock who acts big and bad but he’s literally drooling over you.
you open the door to what seems like touya’s room, the moment you open the door you practically throw keigo in there, making him land on the bed.
he sits up and stares at your smiling curvy figure, his erection feels uncomfortable from the zipper.
“what do you wanna do?” you ask him, “i’ll do whatever you want, whatever you’d like, whatever you want me to be.”
he gulps and stares at you, his face red and hot, if he was in looney tunes his eyes would be big hearts right now.
“you wanna put your face between them?” you ask, taking your hands and groping your breasts, pulling the pads of your bra down and exposing your entire chest to him. your nipples erect from cold air in touya’s room, keigo immediately nods in excitement, standing up and grabbing your waist and putting his face between your breasts, you smile, a sweet smile not a cunning one, you liked the way he was completely submissive and captivated by you, and he liked it to.
keigo thought for a second that maybe you were the love of his life. amazing figure, beautiful eyes, beautiful, oh you were absolutely beautiful. he’d wake up in the morning to you sucking his cock, being able to record the entire thing, he’d take you out on dates, buy clothes, give you his card so that you can go shopping, you looked like the type of chick to steal stuff from places, hell he even wanted to put a bet that the outfit you were wearing was stolen.
you started feeling movement near your leg, you glanced down to see keigo humping and thrusting the air as he moans into your chest.
you smile and pull him away from your breasts and stare at his flushed red face, is eyes were practically pink and there was drool dripping down from his mouth and connecting to your breasts.
he smiles at you as if he was drunk, he wasn’t drunk though… okay more like pussy drunk, or boobs drunk? whatever you call it.
he didn’t even wait for you to say anything, he just rammed his lips into yours, cupping your face into his hands.
you’ve never really kissed any of your hookups, it just wasn’t your thing, only a few times really.
but for some reason you kissed him back, running your fingers through his hair and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, keigo smiled into the kiss, lifting you up off the floor and placing you gently on the bed.
you go to undo his belt until he lays you down denying you from trying to do anything, rolling up the bottom of your dress to expose your crotchless pink panties, they were silky and had a little bow on top, your pussy was wet, extremely wet, as if you hadn’t been touched in months (you actually got fucked the other day.)
“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, kissing your stomach and holding your hips.
the way his voice sounded so sweet, innocent eyes, and was practically drooling seeing you.
hawks grabbed your thighs and pulled them closer to his face, eyeing your perfectly waxed pussy, taking a glob of his saliva and spitting right on your clit, your back arches from the sensation of his spit, loving the way that he’s generous enough to spit on your pussy instead of going for the real thing right away.
you feel his lips on your clit, sucking and licking over and over again, you became drunk off of him eating you out.
he stopped, looking up at you with dough eyes, “control me please, teach me what you like.” he whimpers, his face red and sweaty as his hands grab onto your squishy thighs.
you flashed him a sinister style, hoping he knows what he’s in for.
and then it hits him, he just asked a woman, an EXPERIENCED sex crazy machine, control him, his man-hood is ruined, thinking about if you told anyone about you controlling him, his frat brothers would tease him everyday! or worse!
before he could even say anything, you grab him harshly by his hair and force him to lick you, “oh you’re doing so good my pretty boy,“ you moan, grabbing both sides of his hair and forcing him to keep doing that.
the only thing keigo was thinking of is what you called him, pretty boy, it made his cock stand up even more, causing it to painfully scrape against the zipper.
you notice his little wince and stop, leaning him back by his forehead, causing him to sit on his legs, his crotch facing you as you stare at the big buldge in his pants.
“awww poor baby, does it hurt?” you ask him, more like tease him, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t wanna know.
he nods yes with a little whimper coming out of his mouth.
you kiss him, biting his lip as you slowly undo his belt and unbuckling his pants, pulling them down far enough where his cock wouldn’t be caught stuck in the zipper.
he wore red boxers, they hugged his muscular thighs well, but what really matters is what’s underneath.
you sit up and stare at him, officially taking off your bra, “take it out, you fucking slut.” you say to him.
he is shocked by what you called him, first it was pretty boy, then baby, and now slut? what if you’re right? maybe he is a slut? i mean, he’s had only like 5 bodies, but does that make him a slut!
“i-i’m not a slut!” he stutters, looking at your face, you weren’t angry, you were just disappointed in him, he was so submissive and now he wants to be dominant.
you sigh, “then what are you?” you ask him
“w-what?” he asks, “what do you mean?”
you roll your eyes and lift up your skirt, putting the straps back on and getting off the bed.
“well fine if you won’t answer me, then just sit there and watch me walk out.” you say in annoyance.
is this guy’s masculinity really THAT important? it’s just sex, of course if you’re into weird stuff then yes you should be judged, but it’s so normal for a man to be submissive in the bedroom, hell tomura did it, dude actually let her step on his back with stilettos and begged for her to use him.
keigo was literally just being normal.
keigo falls on the floor and crawls to you, “wait!” he stops you, holding your ankle from being able to move, “what do you want?”
keigo gets on his knees and wraps his arms around your thigh, looking up at you with big eyes, his lip quivers for a second and he kisses the thick skin.
“i need you, please, i want you so bad, i’ll do whatever you want, just stay with me and i’ll do whatever you say!”
you rolled your eyes, grabbing him by his hair and forcing his face onto the floor, taking your shoe and placing it on top of his head, keeping him there and making sure he holds still and isn’t able to get up.
“you know you’re pathetic, right?” you spat in annoyance, “you seemed so fragile about your masculinity earlier, but now you’re begging for me to control you? you’re so weird.”
he tries to nod but he isn’t able to move his neck, “i know i am,” he whimpers, “i’m sorry, do whatever you want to me, i’m sorry!”
you take your foot off him and squat down, your knees cracking on the way down, “then admit it.” you spat, “say you’re a pathetic man who loves to be controlled by women.”
“i’m a pathetic man who loves to be controlled by you!” he cried, probably because of the fact that you were gripping his hair as hard as possible.
“oh you’re such a good boy~” you tease, taking your hand off his hair, your hands move to his cheeks and scrunches them, causing him make a fish face.
“open your mouth,” you command, watching his innocent eyes stare into your sinister ones, his mouth popped open fast and he just stared at you, waiting for you to do whatever you were trying to do to him.
you kiss him, hot and messy, your tongues clashing together as you cupped his face in between your hands, you pull away from him, drool connecting from both of your mouths, he’s panting, going in for another kiss until you put your hand over his mouth to stop him.
“nuh-uh,” you deny, standing up and grabbing his hand gracefully, your hands felt soft to him, he was absolutely in love with you, he was even imagining marrying you, having you make him get on the floor, his cheek touching the floor as your heels would be on top of his head, he’d beg for you to let him touch you, you’d just degrade him, and he just wanted to taste your lips everyday.
it was as if you changed moods, you grabbed his hair and forced him to lay on the bed, the mattress dipping as you bunched up your skirt to show your panties again.
“i’m gonna turn you into a man’s worst nightmare,” you taunt, grinding your clit against his cock, he whimpers, ignoring your sentence as his head hits the mattress, looking up at the ceiling in complete bliss. “gonna make you my bitch, i mean, this is what men are meant for, you’re meant for keeping my pussy relaxed and stuffed, you and your stupid frat buddies are so dumb that you don’t even realize how superior we are to you.”
“you’re superior!” he whimpers. “please just let me feel you!”
you smile, your hand gripping his hair, forcing him to look at you as you slide his cock inside you.
he was big, but you could handle it, his cock and balls looked exactly how you imagined it to be looking at his appearance. clean, cut, shaved and smooth, veiny, it wasn’t perfect of course cause there was no such thing, but it was in your #2 list.
“i’m superior?” you taunt, moving your hips back and forth, making him go cross eyed, drool went down the side of his mouth, if they could, his pupils would turn into little hearts and his eyes would be pink.
you let out a small “oh fuck” as he started to thrusts his hips up inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he does it.
he stops and makes you go up and down on his thick cock, your walls gripping him as yours and his groans fill the room.
“for a rich boy you’re actually good,” you laugh, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes, the other squeezing his throat, your boobs rubbing against his chest, “maybe i should have your babies, we could get married and i could milk the fuck out of your pockets, buy the most expensive things with your money.”
he nods as he looks at you in lust and in love, not even realizing what he’s nodding to.
his hips started to buck up faster, his dick was absolutely drenched from you, easily slipping in and out of you.
keigo knew your pussy was used, but it felt like you were a virgin, tight, wet, warm, you had the most perfect cunt he has ever had.
“keep going, just like that, good boy,” you praise, moaning from how good his dick felt inside you, “i wanna cum on your face, maybe you should jerk yourself off while i do it?” it wasn’t even a question, it was a command.
he immediately nodded at you, “please cum on my face, i wanna taste you so bad, please!” he begs, forcing you off him, waiting for you to shimmy up to his face.
your thighs felt perfect around his face, soft, squishy, and thick. his tongue immediately attached to your clit, licking you all over as if you were the last meal on death row.
you looked behind you and saw his hand moving up and down on his shaft, smiling at how submissive he was to you.
you began grinding your face against his tongue, loving every second of it, he was probably the best pussy eater you’ve ever had, he felt so amazing, his tongue was perfect, he was perfect in general, almost perfect, you just hated that frat brother bullshit.
“you want me to cum in your mouth?” you ask him. “wanna taste me? you want me to cum on your tongue and have you swallow it?”
he nods eagerly, his nodding caused his tongue to go up and down on your pussy fast, making you gasp, your back bended and your hands met his thighs.
before you could even speak, your cum exited out of your body and all over him, making you scream and shake in pleasure, gripping your breasts and teasing your nipples, practically humping his face like a dog in heat.
you got off of him, smiling and straddling his waist, your pussy hovering over his cock, “wanna cum inside me? your cum can just drip out of me after we’re done and we go back to the party? you want that?”
before keigo could talk, you put his dick inside you and started bouncing on top of him, he felt like he was in heaven, gripping your ass and making you bounce and fuck him even harder.
you gripped his hair and made him sit up and look into your pretty e/c eyes, he stares at your fucked out face, red and teary eyed, or was that him? maybe it was both of you.
when keigo came, it was an orgasm he’s never had in his life, he came hard, and there was a lot, it not only leaked out of your cunt, but leaked down his cock, trailing down his balls and dripping onto the bed sheets.
after you both caught your breath, you got off of him, fixing your tank top, skirt, and shoes as if nothing happened, as if you don’t have his cum dripping down your thighs, as if he isn’t laying there ready to fall asleep.
you straighten yourself, letting your hair stay messy, you looked so hot when it was like that, and even keigo thought it too.
he just laid there in disbelief about everything that just happened, realizing how submissive he was for you, how he let a woman control him when it should be his thing.
before you could even close to door and leave him there, you looked over at him.
“i hope you realize that you’re my bitch now.” you taunt, shutting the door and leaving him naked on the bed with cum soaking his body, you walked away confidently from the room, your heels clicked on the hardwood floor and down the stairs.
you look to your left and see touya leaning on the side of the wall, walking over to him and putting your manicured hand on his chest.
“hey emo boy,” you coo at him, whispering in his ear, “you miss me?”
he smiles, “how’d he do?”
what keigo didn’t know was that either way, he didn’t ACTUALLY make a bet, well he did but only on keigos part.
touya just wanted the poor blonde to get some pussy really, and out of anyone’s it had to be yours, honestly he really needed to be shown that a real woman isn’t submissive and whatever, real woman is you, confident, cunning, sexy, perfect.
you and touya have been hooking up for months now, he was your favorite boy toy, the best one in your mind, of course now he had competition with blondie upstairs.
but what you liked now was that you had keigo, who was submissive and let you control him and whatever he did, and then you had touya who was controlling, rough, made you do or say whatever.
“anyways,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his pocket, handing you a $100, “thanks for your service.”
you smile and swipe the money from his hand, stuffing it in your bra.
you both went silent, he looked around the room and sighed, facing his turquoise eyes into your e/c ones.
“so,” he trails, “got any energy left for me?”
