content: inexperienced keigo, cunnilingus, p in v, premature ejaculation , hair pulling ment.
Virgin! Keigo who was all talk until the moment he finally got you underneath him. He tried to laugh off the tremor in his hands while he undressed you, peeling each piece of clothing off with agonizing slowness.
Virgin! Keigo who's in awe of just how fucking beautiful you are naked. Nothing he could have imagined would compare to this. He may not know how to use his dick but he sure does know how to kiss you all over, whispering your praises against your flesh.
Virgin! Keigo who literally drools the second he's eye level with your pussy. Your thighs over his shoulders felt like they belonged there for the rest of his life. Some feral version of himself takes over when he finally tastes you. He devours you sloppily, trying desperately to listen to your moans to figure out what felt good for you, but your thighs were squeezing his ears so much, he could barely make anything out.
Virgin! Keigo who swears he dies and goes to heaven when he finally makes you cum on his tongue. He messily drinks up your release till you're clean, his nose bumping against your oversensitive clit, until you have to physically pry him off of you by the hair. (That's how he discovers he really likes having his hair pulled btw)
Virgin! Keigo who's back to feeling pretty confident now that he's made you cum once, but instantly takes it back as he pushes inside of you. He knew he wouldn't last long, but the fact that he almost cums when he's halfway in is mortifying.
Your soft whispers and moans in his ear aren't helping. The way you whimper as he inches inside, stretching you out in a way that made you feel so full. Keigo was a little above average length, but oh so thick, his mushroom tip bumping your sweet spot just barely.
Virgin! Keigo who is practically begging you to stay still. "Just gimme a minute, dovey. Stays till f' me- fuck." He groaned into your ear, fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tried to ground himself, but fuck you felt so good around him, wrapping him in your warmth, it's like you were made for him.
You tried, you really tried to listen and keep your hips still. However, when Keigo's cock twitched inside of you, your own hips bucked in return, walls clamping around his extremely sensitive cock.
That's all it took for Virgin! Keigo to keel over your body, burying his face in your neck as his first orgasm rushes through him, filling you to the brim with his white, hot cum. He bites down on the skin of your throat to muffle his moans, his own naked body trembling above you.
"Shit, I'm sorry- I really didn't mean to," He fumbles over his words as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You just feel so good..." It didn't take long for him to get hard again, still being inside of you, and this time he makes sure to fuck you right.
Inexperienced!Keigo who gets hard just from making out. It’s not even thirty seconds into it and he’s already straining against his pants.
Inexperienced!Keigo who starts fumbling with the various zippers and buttons of your clothing, his fingers often missing them because he is just so excited to finally touch you
Inexperienced!Keigo who has to lift you up from grinding down on his lap because he will in fact finish in his pants if you keep doing that.
Inexperienced!Keigo who gets goosebumps from seeing your bare skin when your clothes finally fall to the floor. And it’s like he can’t get out of his own fast enough.
Inexperienced!Keigo who can’t keep his mouth shut, just purring how pretty you are. “Baby you’re so.. gorgeous. What did a guy like me do to deserve you?”
Inexperienced!Keigo who still eats you out, judging what to do by how hard you pull his hair or how much your thighs start clenching his head between them. You can feel him grinning as he does so, amber eyes looking up at your expressions.
Inexperienced!Keigo who can’t believe your mouth is actually on him, his pupils blown wide and jaw slacked as he throws his head back against the headboard. “Oh shit- Slow down.. I don’t wanna— Finish yet—“
Inexperienced!Keigo who kisses your forehead before he slowly enters you, hips stuttering to a pause because holy fuck do you feel good. He has to start thinking about something tragic or else it’s going to get real embarrassing for him. “Are you okay? Does it hurt at all?”
Inexperienced!Keigo who thinks you’ve never looked prettier than you do in missionary. He watches himself enter you and each time he slides out. He notices the way you grip him.
Inexperienced!Keigo who finishes way faster than he wanted to. His cheeks flushing a bright red as he tries to play it off. “No, I meant to do that..” and instead spends the rest of the night studying how to make you cum with his fingers.
✿ synopsis : would hawks melt into a kiss ? of course he would ! ╱ fluff ֢ established relationship ֢ fem!reader ֢ ‹𝟹ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
you set up your phone, hiding it behind between your toaster and wooden mug holder as the evening sun sprayed in warm rays through the slightly askew window, the curtain ruffling softly in the wind and sunlight painting a light golden glow in the homey kitchen.
you quickly pressed the record button, setting the duration for one minute since you knew keigo wouldn’t listen to the simple ask that easily.
you stepped back as you heard faint footsteps. “hey keigo?.. could you come here a sec’?” you called, voice light and airy as you sneaked a final glance at your hidden phone.
he came sauntering in, hands deep his his pockets as he gave you a soft smirk— dirty blonde hair slightly talloused. “hey, watcha’ need?”
you grinned, “could you put your arms up for me?” you blinked up at him, flattering your lashes in faux innocence.
he raised a sharp brow, eyes squinted in curiosity, “why?”
“just wanna’ try something…” you pondered, hands behind your back as you swung on the balls of your feet.
“you always wanna try something, don’t you?” he teased, leaning down to meet your eyes.
you pursed your lips, placing your hands on your hips lazily. “just do it keigo.”
he whistled lowly, leaning back up and raising his arms above his head— white shirt lifting and large biceps flexing at the small movement.
he tilted his head, waiting for you to move— you teasingly leaned forward and fell into his space, pressing your lips up to his.
the effect was instant, red wings fluttering behind him as small feathers patterned to the cool tile floor, arms limped either side of him as they quickly slide securely around your waist.
his shoulders slumped as he leaned downwards to further deepen the kiss, the sweetness of your lip balm melting against the warmth of his lips.
you pulled way, breathless giggles leaving your mouth in huffs as keigo stared down at you intently— cheeks tinted a rare pink and red lips slightly swollen and glossy, his chest rising and falling as he followed your every move.
“good one, dove. hope it blows up.” he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
“same! imagine if— wait.. you knew I was recording?”
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✿ 🗒️ 𓏲 𝓶𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐬 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : THIS TREND IS SOOO CUTE TYSM NONNIE FOR REQ IT !! i got a few of reqs for hawks which i WAS NOT expecting at all 😮😮 dw imma try and deliver for my keigo girls !! tried to make this as long as possible ( • ᴖ • ｡) oki goodnight im so tired and excited to sleep THANK U FOR READING TILL THE END AND HOPE YOU ENJOY MY KOKKIS !!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)
drunk and thinking about sloppy making out with keigo except youre both swaying too much to actually kiss, so its just teeth clashing and drooling into each other's mouths
Keigo's the type of partner to refuse to call intimate acts anything other than "making love."
Because he's not fucking you, or any of those dehumanizing terms. He's opening himself up fully to you and trusting you. It's so much more than just sex to him. It's an act of devotion.
SUMMARY when Hawks crashes into your apartment mid-rut, desperate and trembling with need, you’re the only one he can turn to.
CONTENT WARNINGS NSFW, smut, breeding kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie kink, cockwarming, sleepy praise, wing kink, cum play, begging, rut instincts (hawks is still a bird), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, mild dubcon due to rut state (consensual but hazy), fluid play, tongue kink, slight body worship, knotting kink-esque vibe (non-literal)
AUTHORS NOTE the demons won (are we really that shocked?). I'm still on my feral hawks bullshit. I would say I'm sorry... but I'm not 😼
You weren’t expecting anyone. Your apartment was quiet, lights low, the spring breeze floating in through the cracked window—cooling your skin after a long, ordinary day.
And then… that knock. Frantic. Sharp. Followed by a low, gravelly voice.
"Please—open the door."
You froze.
You knew that voice. You’d know it anywhere. But you’d never heard it like this—hoarse, breathless, raw.
When you opened the door, Keigo was already leaning into the frame, his forehead damp with sweat, golden eyes glassy and half-lidded like he hadn’t slept in days.
"Fuck," he breathed the second he saw you. His wings shivered behind him, twitching and drawn in tight, too tight. "You’re—fuck, you smell so good—please."
Your voice barely came out. "Keigo, what—what’s wrong with you?"
He didn’t answer at first. He just stumbled inside and kicked the door shut behind him with one booted foot. His body heat hit you instantly—he was burning up.
"Rut," he gasped. "It’s—it started early. I—I didn’t want to bother you but—" His pupils dilated, dragging slowly over the shape of you, chest heaving. "Couldn’t go anywhere else. Smelled you and—shit, please, help me—I can’t think straight—feels like I’m dying."
His wings flared and then trembled.
"Keigo—"
"I’ll be good," he begged, dropping to his knees so suddenly it startled you. His forehead pressed to your belly, panting like a man starved. "I’ll be so good, please—just let me have you. Just once. One taste. You don’t even have to do anything—please, please, please—"
You cupped his face. "God, Keigo—you’re shaking."
He moaned into your skin, rubbing his cheek along your thigh like he couldn’t get close enough. "It hurts, baby. I need you—I need your body—want your scent all over me—need to feel you under me—inside you—fuck, I need to fill you—"
Your breath caught. "Y-you mean…"
"I want to breed you," he growled, voice cracking. "Want to fuck you full and keep you there—over and over—‘til it sticks."
The heat between your legs surged. You should’ve told him no. You should have pushed him off.
But instead, you whispered, "Okay."
He froze.
Then: "You’re serious?"
"…Yeah."
"F-fuck—fuck," he groaned as he kissed up your inner thighs with open-mouthed, shaking need, licking at the heat between them through your panties before ripping them off—no warning.
Tongue immediately on your pussy, licking broad, desperate strokes, nose pressed against your clit. He moaned like it hurt to finally have what he wanted, like your taste was divine relief after hours of hell.
His tongue was hot and wet and deep, swirling inside you, pulling sounds from your throat you didn’t even know you could make.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t stop to praise you. Just ate. Loud, messy, obscene. Like a man trying to drink from a faucet on full blast—slurping your slick like it was the only thing that could soothe the fire in his veins.
When you came, he didn’t stop.
If anything, he got worse.
His tongue pressed even deeper, now with three fingers thrusting up into your pussy, crooking until you cried out, tears dotting your lashes. And even then—even then—he whined when he pulled away.
"Need to be inside you," he begged. "Now—fuck, now, baby, please—fuck me, milk me dry—I can’t—need your cunt, need it wrapped around me—tight and wet and hot—fuckfuckfuck—"
He stripped in seconds. You barely had time to blink before he was pulling you down onto the floor, lips crashing into yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue—he didn't care. He kissed you with teeth, with moans, with desperate gasps.
Then he grabbed his cock—thick, leaking, red at the tip—and rubbed it through your folds with trembling hands.
"Fuck, you’re wet—fuck, you’re soaked—this for me?"
You couldn’t speak. Just nodded.
He didn’t ease in.
He split you.
One long, slow thrust, and he bottomed out, forehead against yours, both of you breathless.
You weren’t sure who moaned louder.
His wings slammed against the wall behind him, feathers falling around you both like ash.
You clenched around him, and his whole body shuddered.
"Fuck—fuck, do that again," he growled.
You did—and he lost it.
He started moving, hard and deep, rhythm erratic, hips slamming into yours with animalistic force. The sound of skin on skin, the squelch of your soaked cunt dragging him back in, the filthy panting of his voice—it was overwhelming.
He was fucking you like he owned you.
His head dropped to your neck, teeth grazing skin.
"Need to mark you," he gasped. "Need you to smell like me—mine, mine, mine—"
He bit you. Just enough to sting. Enough to leave a bruise.
"You feel s-so good—tight little pussy—squeezing me like you want it—"
"I do—Keigo, fuck—"
"That’s right. Say my name while I fuck a baby into you—gonna fill you up—gonna breed you like you were made for me—"
His cock twitched. His thrusts got sloppy, desperate. He pulled you flush against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist, wings fluttering wildly.
"Gonna cum," he warned, voice wrecked. "Gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fucking ruin you."
You came again, spasming around him—and that broke him.
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural, broken sound—cock pulsing inside you, rope after thick rope of cum flooding your womb.
He didn’t pull out.
He stayed buried.
"Gotta make it take," he whispered into your neck. "Gotta keep it in. Gotta stay inside you. Please let me stay."
You nodded, limp, trembling.
He held you close, wings wrapping you both in warmth.
"…You’re not gonna kick me out, right?" he asked, quieter now. Almost scared. "I—I wanna keep going. Wanna keep filling you. Again. Again—until it sticks. Until you’re mine."
Your fingers slid through his damp hair.
"…Then don’t stop."
His head snapped up.
And the look in his eyes—feral, grateful, possessive, full of love and lust—made you wonder if you were ever going to get up off the floor again.
Sunlight creeps in.
It slips across your eyelids with quiet fingers, warm and gentle, pulling you from a sleep so heavy you might’ve drowned in it. Your body aches—slow and deep, like you ran a marathon with every muscle in your core and legs.
Or, more accurately, got fucked into the floor by a rutting pro hero who couldn’t stop saying your name.
Your lips are dry. Your thighs are sticky. There’s something warm and solid cradling your back—and when you shift slightly, trying to get your bearings, you feel it:
He hasn’t moved.
Still wrapped around you, pressed up behind you with that same insatiable heat.
The room is hot and quiet, except for the sound of Keigo’s ragged breathing and the soft rustle of feathers as his wings stretch and twitch beside you.
His body is draped over yours, heavy, golden hair sticking to your collarbone, his thigh wedged between yours like he can’t let go. You shift again—your body sore, oversensitive.
He groans quietly, hand slipping down between your thighs.
"Sorry," he murmurs. "I just… can’t stop thinking about you. Still smell like me. Still so soft and warm."
His fingers are tender but greedy, ghosting over your folds, gathering the mess he left behind.
"You made me feel so good," he says, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder, the shell of your ear. "Wanna return the favor. Wanna worship you right."
You gasp as his fingers slide up, gentle circles over your clit.
No thrusting. No rut-fueled madness.
Just slow, reverent touch.
He kisses down your spine, shifts you onto your back, and makes his way lower. Down your stomach. Down your thighs.
You part them for him without a word.
He hums, eyes half-lidded and greedy as he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. "Still taste like heaven."
And then—he feasts.
Not the wild, mindless eating from last night. This is something else entirely. Controlled. Focused.
Tongue dragging slow, sinful circles around your clit. Sucking it between his lips. Letting go with a pop only to moan softly against you. Fingers dancing around your entrance but never slipping inside—just teasing, stroking, caressing your inner thighs while his mouth works you over.
You’re trembling in minutes.
He holds your hips down gently, whispering, "That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me feel you fall apart."
And you do.
You come with a soft, broken cry, legs shaking around his head.
But he doesn’t stop.
He licks you through it. Again. And again.
Two more times before you’re breathless and boneless, tears slipping down your cheeks.
He finally crawls up and kisses them away, nestling you against his chest.
"I’ll run you a bath in a sec," he murmurs. "Clean you up. Bring you breakfast. I even picked up all the feathers. I think. Mostly."
You blink. "You stayed?"
He pauses. Just a moment.
"…Of course I did."
You glance over your shoulder. He’s looking at you like you hung the sun.
"I mean," he says quietly, "I know it was rut-crazy, but—I didn’t just come here because of that. I came here because it was you."
"…Keigo…"
"I tried to go somewhere else," he admits, "but my wings wouldn’t take me. My body kept dragging me toward you. Not just my cock—like, me. All of me."
You turn in his arms—wincing a little—and cup his cheek.
He leans into it immediately, like he’s starved for your touch.
"I’m sorry if I crossed a line," he whispers. "I should’ve told you how I felt before I showed up feral and begged to cum inside you like ten times. But I couldn’t—I didn’t know if I’d ruin everything. You’re my best friend, and I was scared—"
You shut him up with a kiss.
He melts into it. Instantly. Groaning low, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
"I like you too, dumbass," you whisper against his lips. "Even before you broke my pelvis."
He laughs, eyes glinting with a watery edge. "Yeah?"
You nod, smiling.
His arms wrap around you again, dragging you closer—slow, protective, reverent. You’re both sweaty, messy, half-broken and sore, but when he looks at you now, it’s with everything he didn’t say last night.
Absolutely headcanon. This is how I imagine him. Big roman nose, thin lips but with the cupid arc well designed, round cheeks and his pretty japanese phoenix shaped eyes! With double lids.
