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