A Fuckin PRISON on Plant BULLSHIT

Please be nice, I have the confidence of a chicken nugget, even at my big age.

[imactuallyriah]

I saw LADS is doing a titanic banner for Raf the next multi banner and WHY DIDNT MY AUTISTIC ASS THINK OF THAT FOR A FIC IDEA?!? IM ON IT RN. IM SAT.

[mintmatcha]

fooling around with someone you absolutely SHOULDNT be with, but you agree no sex. thats too far.

but you're both naked, greedily kissing, his body in between your legs and his cock is one stroke away from entering you-

[nebulusts]

JUST THINKING ABOUT asking him to peel an orange for you, watching how the sticky sweet citrus drips between his fingertips, sliding down slender digits, staining his knuckles and slipping into the ridges of his skin. thinking about how he knows you're watching him, finding it endearing how your eyes track each and every movement, how your lips tremble the slightest and your own hands twitch to touch, to taste. just thinking about how he scoops up some of the juice, droplets clinging to his fingers, how he brings them up right to your lips and just rests the tips of them right on the plumpness of your bottom one before gently murmuring, "open for me, pretty girl" and you do because there's not a bone in your body that could ever disobey him, letting him slide them into your mouth and rest them on your tongue, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as you suck his fingers clean for him.

[pearlfoam]

when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week

[imactuallyriah]

Bro is that YOU in your pfp😳

Why you asking it like that, do I look chopped?😭 and if I say yes are you gonna bully me? I can’t handle that rn

[imactuallyriah]

Yeah I am and WHAT ABOUT IT🫪?!

[hunnismokah]

adult zuko!!!

[rosepetal444-deactivated2026020]

i’m like if a pervert was a sweetheart

[deeversuswords]

[starg0ld]

[luvrspitt]

╰ 18+ MDNI. kirishima is addicted to breeding you.

it started as an accident.

the drinks in your system were making every rash decision for you as sticky fingertips pulled him into the backseat of his car, thankfully parked just outside the bar behind some bushes—far away from prying eyes.

sleek leather seats held him close to your skin, the new car smell ruminating in your senses when your mouth aggressively crashed into his, breathing him in your lungs.

kirishima was just as buzzed as you were, his enormous hands held each side of your hips beneath your skirt, the fabric bunching at your waist. his fingers dipped into the soft flesh, forcing your panty covered slit to rub on the zipper of his jeans, the cold metal making you gasp.

he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue down your throat, stale beer and fried food swirling around your tastebuds. you quickly reciprocate, licking the flavors off his tongue like you need him to survive.

“looked so good tonight eiji, didn’t mean to pull you away from your friends, just couldn’t help myself.” you mumble, pulling off his lips, a web-like string of spit connecting the two of you.

your hand shakes as you begin to pop open the button on his pants, the aching tent so generous the zipper starts to slide down on command, making room for the growing protrusion.

“i’m glad. rather be here with you anyways baby, gonna make you feel real good.” until he’s reaching into his wallet with two fingers, feeling around for the little tin packaging he always keeps on him for desperate times like these, except this time?

it’s not there.

the hand on your hip comes flying up to cup your cheek, the warmth instantly burning in his gentle grasp. “shit, shit, shit, baby—don’t have a condom.”

“mm, that’s okay.” you simply shrug, sliding your panties to the side, “just wanna feel you close.”

“okay,” kirishima swallows dryly, watching you hover over his painfully hard erection, “wait fuck? are you sure?”

“think you’ll feel so much better like this.” you sigh, hovering over his painfully hard erection. his creamy dribble of pre-cum glistening in the soft lighting.

you hips wobble at the feeling of his wide tip hitching between your raw slit, his thick cock head beginning to stretch you with a hiss from his lips. “shit—so damn tight,” he curses, but with each inch of his veiny cock your cunt begins to swallow, kirishima’s mouth goes silent, his mind going dumb.

he feels everything. the way a second heartbeat erupts from your puffy cunt, sappy walls drenching him with a creamy ring around the base with a fat ‘squeeelch’ as you slowly sink down on his cock until your ass finally meets his now tense thighs. every clench and ridge easily comply around his girth, the feeling almost unbearable.

kirishima is on fire, the way you sucking him in with your heat feels entirely different than the times previously, the good-for-nothing latex shielding him from just how perfect your cunt could feel.

“fuck babydoll, been hidin’ this pussy from me?” he groans, biting the bottom of his lip with ivory fangs in an attempt to not pass out. “never using a condom ever again, n-not when i got this to look forward too.”

and he’s telling the truth, your soft walls of velvet reminding his cock of the squishy flesh hidden behind your cheeks when you swallow him down your throat, the difference between the sheer amount of slickness and tightness in your womb.

you’re not much better off than he is, the sheer size of him almost knocking the wind out of your chest with each roll of your greedy hips, your clit chasing the soft patch of dark hair on his pelvis. “can feel you everywhere eijiro, feel even bigger without it.”

his cock treacherously maps you out, prodding at your tenacious spots and slithering against the mushy points between each divot of your silky walls with an almost calculated confidence, the warmth blooming inside of you unmistakably him.

“yeah i do don’t i? take me for all i’ve got, look so fuckin’ sexy riding me like this baby.” he throws an arm behind the seat, watching you take what you need from him, your ass slapping his thighs, the noises ricocheting off the cloth roofing.

“feels so good.” you moan, quickening your pace, feverishily swirling your hips in wide circles that don’t go unnoticed by krishima, his ruby shaded eyes watching you bounce up and down in awe.

“not gonna last long like this baby. not when you're sucking me in so tight.” his hand falls down to your clit, the messy slick covering your bodies making it easy for him to slip two fingers to the sensitive bundle, gently rubbing the folds.

“fuck—that’s okay. i want it, n-need to feel you cum inside,” you sigh, mind fuzzy and body desperately cock drunk on the feeling of him stretching you full, his curved shaft pressing snuggly into your g-spot with every sloppy kiss of his reddened mushroom tip.

your sultry words make him involuntarily jerk up into you, the hand steady at your waist now easily plopping you up and down, “shit! y’really want that? you’re really letting me?”

he throws his head back, messy crimson locks wildly spiking on the leather seats as your mouth finds his neck. your tongue runs down the soft spot behind his ear, slurping up the salty sweat collecting behind it with a grin.

“mhm—please,” mewling, you let him do all the work, his hands working you further into ecstasy like it’s the easiest thing in the world for him, bouncing you around as if you weigh nothing. “eiji, wanna feel you drippin’ out of me.”

his strength levels on inhumane heights, your head slightly grazing the soft roof with each ‘thud’, ‘thud’, ‘thud’, of his bulbous cock, the spongy texture kissing your cervix.

“yeah? wanna make a mess? l-let it leak down these soft fuckin’ thighs and out that pretty pussy?” he’s growing delirious, imagining his milky seed spilling from your cunt like a stringy web connecting him to you.

he wonders if you’d clench your hole just like you are now around his cock, forcing his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, or— if you’ll let it leak down your legs, the visual effect of him clamming your cunt for the world to see.

you quickly respond to his pondering, and he begins to wonder in his fucked-out state if he’s said it out loud. “yes! i’ll try to hold it in ‘til we get home! keep me warm ‘n full—wanna- wanna be good for you eiji.”

“fuckkk,” he grunts, his face flushing scarlet at the teetering feeling deep in his stomach beginning its unbearable balancing act, his cock needing release. “keep you nice and warm for later, right? gonna cum inside this pussy again and again and—shit! keep squeezin’ babydoll.”

“can fill me like this all you want ei.” the fingers on your clit turn you into a pliant pile of slippery jelly, your cunt just oozing and pouring relentless buckets of slick down to his balls with every snap of his brute of a cock.

it’s a slippery slope, every steady boundary the two of you break makes him more unhinged. he’s losing his resolve, snapping up into you with a mission to cum inside of you, the car rocking back and forth, the metal frame creaking.

the hand on your hip easily spreads to your lower belly, and he can’t help the words that fall from his slacked jaw at the sight, imagining you stuffed full of his seed. “w-what if it goes up here? y’still gonna be good ‘n hold it?”

he’s testing you, unsure of what you’d say if you could see what he’s thinking about as he grips your soft stomach. he’s imagining you; your soft body growing softer and rounder as the weeks turn into months, waddling around the house while your body develops to grow his baby deep inside of you. your thick hips would grow even wider, round tits doubling in size to prepare for the arrival of your baby—hopefully a boy, produced by pure love.

“please—please—please! gonna be so good, k-keep all of it inside!” you cry out, voice echoing in the silence of the backseat, your much smaller hand finding his own.

he lets you wrap your fingers around his thumb, giving one harsh press to your clit as he cums, instantly setting your own release off. “fuck alright—shit! take it baby.”

you’re babbling his name and sweet nothings into the shell of his ear as you ride out your high, yet kirishima can only think of the aftermath of his decision.

he wonders if this time he’d get lucky and it would take, but if it doesn’t? he’s gladly ready to step up to the challenge and fuck you daily—nightly even, feeding your greedy cunt fat loads until his balls are deflated and his cock can’t stand back up.

krishima can’t help but picture it, he’d be your big strong body guard, his tall frame hovering behind you each time you have to leave the house. everyone would know it’s him, the strong manly hero who fucked you raw and knocked you up, no one would mess with you ever again.

your hand gently tapping his cheek gets his attention, his eyes wildly blinking as you stare down at him, a giggle erupting from your chest. “i got carried away there… was that okay? if not-there’s a convenience store just around the block and we can go and snag a—”

“—what? no, wait-are you serious?” he gasps, his kiss bitten mouth falling open, brows furrowing. “baby, you told me to fill you up so i did.”

laughing, you clench around him, feeling the sappy liquid swirl in your walls as your cunt sucks him dry. “yeah, i know! just didn’t wanna scare you off… didn’t know if it was you or your dick talking.”

“don’t worry about that right now…” he pauses, watching his seed drip from your slit. “worry about not makin’ a mess when you lift off of me okay?”

a/n: going through drafts on my old account! baby dad kiriiiiiii come home :3 i’m knocking HIM UP! also totally edited this on tumblr so if u see an error omg plz tell me—bc why is it literally IMPOSSIBLE to edit on the app sigh

[grenadehearts]

꒰ 💌 mdni. kirishima won’t let his shy girl look away during missionary. . . ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

kirishima won’t let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.

kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick haze—he’s a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a hero—a man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when he’s buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.

the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. you’re feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, he’s demanding too—every time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.

“look at me.” he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. he’s warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.

“mphm, kiri i need you to mo—”

he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowly—just enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.

“like that?” he asks, voice strained, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to keep going.

his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.

he’s waiting for you to cave.

you know he won’t give in until you look at him.

despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heart—the very organ tasked with keeping you alive—beats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.

his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertips—the same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent you’d washed it with.

his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.

“look at me, i wanna see that pretty face.”

your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. “shut up, you’re so dumb,” you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand away—but it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.

his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. “you’re so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby… just keep looking at me, hm?” he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.

“she bites,” he says, something wild flickering across his expression.

his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erratic—until he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.

his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishima’s lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, asking—before taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each other’s oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.

his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circles—barely there—but paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, it’s enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like he’s just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way that’s completely intoxicating—you’re drunk off his scent.

his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.

“fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. “she’s gripping me.”

his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. “you feel so good… look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,” he coos.

your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.

“gonna spill,” he mutters under his breath.

you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.

“you’re sure you don’t want me to pu—”

you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.

he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, “greedy girl.”

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[belimah]

art by jtvll

[kosmogrl]

[yayacyan]

Poor thing, she's dying from cringe 😔

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[angelbabykei]

attention whore! .☘︎ ݁˖

𝜗𝜚 you start to experience all the frustrating things that come with dating an undeniably sexy, cocky pro hero when the two of you finally get a proper date night

• keigo takami x f!reader

cw ~ established relationship, bitchy(?)!jealous!tipsy!reader, smut;; car sex, angry sex, fingering, some dry humping, mating press, creampie, pet names (baby, sweets, gorgeous / pretty girl, ‘attention whore’ directed to keigo) wait have i finally learned how to tag

wc 3.5k

You were seriously debating if you should take your glass and break it on this lady's head, or just throw the wine in her face before shoving her away from your boyfriend. 

How many times does someone need to be checked on at a damn club?

“Ha, yeah, I mean… we’ve got the best selection here, so they say. Just offering.” she flashes that same tryhard flirty smirk to Keigo for the seventh time this night. 

Keigo looked at you, then his drink. “Mmmm… nah… Really—If I get drunk, she’ll be on my ass.” 

The waitress looked you in the eye, maybe the second time she’s bothered to this whole time, before giving a tight smile. 

“Of course. I’ll be around!” She winked before turning and walking off.

“‘I’ll be around!’” You mocked her. “Yeah, I fucking bet.” 

Keigo turned his head to you quickly, a confused look. “Hm? You alright?” his leg nudged yours.

You almost hit him with your glass. “Am I alright?”

He looks to the side awkwardly. “…Are you?”

You had to breathe in deeply before speaking. “You don’t think she’s being a little… extra?”

“In what way?” he tilted his head before sipping his soda. 

You gave him a look, before exaggerating your posture and starting your impression of her. “Oh, Mister Hawks! Are you okay?! Oh! I’m back again! Oh! Let me suck your dick Hawks!”

Keigo choked on his drink. “Oh—I don’t think she said that…” he chuckled. “Jealous, sweets? Come on, she works here. Trying to get money out of me. You know how it is…”

You frowned. Keigo wasn’t stupid. The way he was known for how flirty he was, there is no way he doesn’t realize when women are flirting with him now. It wasn’t even about him caring or not, it’s just… uncomfortable to watch another woman flirt with your man.

“You seriously don’t think she’s doing too much?” You squinted at him.

“I mean, do you?” he looked over in the direction she left, before turning back to you. “I really didn’t notice anything. But… I mean…” he paused, hesitated—like he knew he was going to say something stupid. “I can’t control what someone else does. You know I’m yours, baby. Don’t worry about it.” It felt passive aggressive, the way he squeezed your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

You breathed. You didn’t wanna mess up the night, it’s been nice so far… not counting the insistent lady. You chugged the last of your wine, before literally shaking it off. You nodded to Keigo, and tried to forget about it.

Yeah, that didn’t last long.

You two eventually moved because Keigo wanted to dance with you. The dance floor was across the hall though, this fancy ass club, and as the two of you had just walked into the area, you bumped into her. Again. 

She was drinking on the job or something because she was giggling her ass off with a friend and gasped so dramatically when she saw Keigo again.

You were already too irritated to actually listen to their conversation. You could just see her obvious attempts to seduce him, and his smile being a little too wide for your liking. 

Then, you saw as his wing twitched slightly when he looked at you, and then watched in absolute horror as this lady reached for his wing and put her whole hand between his feathers, caressing him. 

Keigo flinched quickly, but just laughed it off. “Oh, wow—Ha, don’t touch!” 

“Ohhh, they’re so pretty—”

Fuck no. You placed your glass on whatever random table you could find, and walked away so quickly it was simply three clicks of your heels and you had disappeared. 

Keigo was stunned, handing his empty cup to the lady before following behind you.

You had no other choice but to leave the vicinity. You’d have put your hands on somebody, either him or the lady—actually, preferably both—and you were still coherent enough to know you’d regret it simply because there were too many people around.

You could feel a headache coming on as you opened the back door, walking out into the large parking lot. Your breath picked up as you heard heavy footsteps behind you. 

“Baby, what the fuck—what’s the matter with you?” He yelled out, picking up the pace and ending up right behind you.

“You’re really gonna act dumb with me right now?” You don’t bother to look back—so, he rushes in front of you, walking backwards. 

He ran his hand through his hair, looking confused. “I’m not acting dumb?—What is the issue?!”

“What’s the issue? The issue, is the way you can’t help yourself whenever you get attention.” you spat out. 

“What are you—Fuck, is this about the waitress again??” 

“Yes, it’s about her!” you were getting louder by how frustrating he was. He looked to the sidewalk, noticing a few people walking past and taking long glances at the two of you. He kissed his teeth.

“I don’t know what you want me to say here. I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah. You didn’t—That’s the whole point!” you tried pushing past him to get in front again, but he grabbed your arm—not firmly enough as you yanked it from him immediately and walked faster. He grunted out your name, still following you. 

“What did you want me to do? Curse her out?!” he was getting louder too. 

“Don’t… let her act the way she was?! Don’t act like it’s a joke when someone touches you like that?!” you looked back at him. “She touched your wing and you just wanna laugh about it?”

“Did you want me to push her away?”

“That would’ve been better than whatever the fuck you did.” You stopped, facing him with your arms crossed.

“I can’t help being a decent person. I wasn’t going to curse her out.” 

You squinted at him, not even believing these words were coming out of his mouth. You breathed heavily as you stared at him, his brows furrowed and his hands fidgeting at his sides.

“I never said you needed to curse her out.”

“With how you’re acting, that’s what it seems like!”

“With how you were acting, like a fucking attention whore, it seems like you would have taken your shirt off and let her count your abs or some bullshit!!” you hissed. 

Now he had to take a second. You watched the muscle in his jaw twitch, and the way his mouth subtly opened and closed like he didn’t know what to say.

Your head was starting to pound from the yelling. You spoke quieter this time. “Fuck it. You wanna treat me like I’m crazy, fine.” you shrugged, and started to walk away again. “Look, I’ll just wait in the car and let you go back in there so she can kiss your ass.” 

It was silent for a moment, your heels the only noise between the two of you until you heard his footsteps following you again. 

“I—… fuck, I can’t even think.” he spoke lowly, different from just a moment ago. He picked up his pace until he was right behind you again. “So, what? You wanna go home?”

You stopped in front of his car, looking back at him. “Oh, you’re not gonna stay for some more praise from another woman?”

His silence sort of startled you. He had a blank expression as he looked you dead in the eyes. “…Get in the car.” he murmured as he walked to the drivers side. 

You rolled your eyes, huffing as you opened the door, took your heels off and hopped in. 

The car's silence was deafening. You looked over at him every now and then, just watching how his entire body would rise and fall with his deep breaths. You never liked seeing him angry, and the fact that it’s with you—and entirely your fault—just slightly makes you feel… queasy, almost. Not enough to forget what pissed you off in the first place, though. 

You spoke again, responding to your own thoughts.

“Actually, I wanna know why you’re there huffing and puffing like I did something to you.” 

He was still silent. 

“You’re just pissed I called you out. Fuckin show off. Desperate for any sort of compliment from any bitch out there.” 

He stopped at the second red light, and finally turned to look at you. Or more so—look you over. From down to your feet, to dead in the eyes with that same blank look. 

“What?” you grumbled. He looked you up and down two more times before the light changed and he drove again. 

The silent treatment? Really? Before you could give it to him? 

“Unbelievable.” you murmured. If he wanted silent, you could be silent. Whatever.

But then you realized he was going the wrong way. You didn’t even realize where he took the wrong turn and ended up wherever the hell you were now, but you knew this was not getting closer to home.

“Keigo? Where the hell are you going?” you huffed, again to no response. But then he drove into some multi-level parking garage that connected to a mall. He pulled into the bottom level, where it was sort of empty and the lights were hardly working. After finding a spot and bringing the car to a stop, it was silent.

“Keigo.” you spoke once more, pulling your bare feet up into the leather seat. 

He looked at you as he reached for his seatbelt, undoing it swiftly. Then, turning his body toward you. Your breath hitched, the anger in your chest turning to a warmth as his energy shifted.  

He got so close to you, his hand eventually reaching and sliding behind your neck, pulling you closer to him. Your faces were eventually so close you could feel each others breaths.

“You think I’m an attention whore?” he murmured, his eyes dropping to your mouth, before snapping up to watch your expression. “Fine. I am.” 

Eugh. Your brows furrowed, having no idea where he was really going with this.

“Only for you, though,” he kept looking at your lips like he genuinely couldn’t help it. “I only want your attention. I only need your attention.”

Your breaths got heavier. You wanted to argue, tell him his lines wouldn’t work this time—but those would be lies, and your ability to speak faded with how close his lips were to yours.

“You mad at me, baby?” he cooed. 

“Yes.” you grumbled. You swore your hand was reaching to push him away, but watched as it gripped his shirt on his shoulder.

“Awh. It’s okay, sweets,” his voice dropped into that quiet, comforting register that made your chest ache. His hands pulled you in just a little closer. “I’ll make you feel better.”

You didn’t have the chance to respond in any way before his lips were on yours, more desperate than you ever expected. A passionate kiss, with a hum that told you he wanted this so badly. His lips parted from yours for a second, just to slide his tongue in your mouth.

You let out a frustrated whimper against him, which made him tilt your head to kiss you deeper.

When he finally pulled back, he left messy kisses at the corner of your mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck it out of you.” he breathed, following his words with a sloppy kiss to your lips. His promise sent that heat in your chest right down to your pussy. He groaned again before actually pulling away. “Come on. Get in the back.”

You scrambled, following behind him and climbing into his lap as he so kindly had his legs spread wide in the backseat just for you to straddle. 

As you sat down, you gasped after immediately feeling the hard bulge that had been growing since you left the club. He moaned, grabbing your hips and grinding your ass against him. 

“Shit, Kei—H-Have you been…”

He whined against you before speaking. “Baby, fuck… you looked too good out there, yelling at me like that. Looking all pissed.” he rolled his hips against you. You let out a needy whimper, fingers digging into his jacket as he ground his thick length up against your pussy again. His wings were stretched out in the cramped space of the car, twitching every time he felt your heat.

Your cunt started to ache for him instantly. Every time he pressed your ass against his cock, it sent a wave of slick between your thighs.

“Th—That whole time?—you really are an attention whore,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke.

“For you, my gorgeous girl, aah—fuck,” he moaned. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, groping you hard as he pushed your body into his. “Need you, sweets.” he said, as your only warning before slipping your dress over your ass, one of his hands palming your heat to feel the wet spot he already knew was there.

His hand found it’s way under your panties, and his dick twitched by how soaked you were for him. He easily slipped a finger inside you, then another. “Fuck, look at you.” he praised, letting his wrist rub against your swollen clit. “You’re a mess for me, princess. You like cursing me out?” 

“Nghh, Keigo—I don’t want your fingers,” you breathed against him.

“Oh, tell me what you want, baby.” he curled his fingers inside you.

“Aaah—Fuck you—” you huffed. 

“To fuck me?” he chuckled. 

“Fuck you.”

He grinned as he sped up his fingers, before pulling out and looking at you as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back from how good you taste. 

You breathed heavily as you reached for his pants, undoing them urgently. His boxers already revealed he had his own wet mess, but it was a better sight when you freed his length. It bounced up, glistening with precum, revealing how needy he’s been for you this whole time. 

If you didn’t need him inside you so badly, you’d lick him clean. 

He didn’t let you admire for long, though, as he gripped your hips and the base of his cock, positioning himself and—once again, without warning—pushing his thick length into your pussy. A long wet noise filling the car as you sank down onto him. 

“Shit, baby you’re so warm…” he whined, gripping you hard as he tried to keep his hips from fucking into you. He kept a slow pace, letting you feel his every inch as the veins across his cock pulsed with every squeeze from your pussy.

The sloppy, rhythmic squelch of his thick shaft sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, mixed with the heavy slaps of your thighs hitting against his with every stroke, filled the car. The windows were completely fogged up, thank god no one was around…

One of his hands drifted up your body, lifting your dress farther to reveal your tits. He quickly took you in his mouth, sucking and circling his tongue around your sweet, hard nipple. He whined against you, feeling the way your insides twitched in pleasure.

“Baby, ah—Please, faster,” you begged, tugging against his jacket, trying to gain some sort of control to force his dick inside you deeper, faster. 

His mouth popped from your nipple, looking up at you as he bit his lip. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy…” he rasped, throwing his head back as he didn’t change his pace at all. 

You whined out his name again, and caught his annoying knowing smirk, almost growling.

“You’re so—” you’re cut off by your own whimpers, and he was loving this.

“I’m so… what? Talk to me,” his tone was condescending as he started to slam you onto him so slowly, every time you tried to speak you’re cut off by his length filling you up completely. 

“Ugh—so fucking annoying.” you managed to finish your sentence. “I guess—ngh—I… I guess you can’t fuck me right because… ah—you’re too…t-too busy thinking of that waitress, hm?” you finally got the teasing words out, catching his face drop quickly.

“Fuck that waitress,” he grumbles, gripping you tighter as he thrusts into you harder.

“Oh—fuck her? Or fuck me?” you almost laughed, throwing his line right back at him—but he was quick. 

Your cunt missed his warmth instantly as he suddenly pulled out. He laid you down against the car seat, putting himself at an angle as he fucks back into you—deeper, faster, just as you wanted. His thrusts are continuous, and his thumb meets your swollen clit, having you moan almost embarrassingly.

With a low, territorial growl—he shifted his weight, flattening his torso against yours before grabbing your knees and shoving them up past your chest until you were folded under his weight. 

He moaned shamelessly loud as he fucked you balls deep, the mating press stretching your puffy cunt wide open for him.

“I’m fucking you,” he grunted, leaning down to get closer to your face. “I’m fucking this pretty pussy. I’m fucking my gorgeous girl.” he slowed down again as he spoke, making you whine pathetically.

“I told you, baby. Your attention whore.” he grinned. “I only want this. I only need you.” 

“Kei…” you whimpered.

“Oh, baby, you sound so cute. I’ve got you.” he spoke so sweetly in comparison to the way he picked up the speed. He was hammering into you with an unhinged force. 

His thumb never left your sensitive clit, rubbing against your slick bud with every deep, bottoming-out thrust. You just barely had the strength to keep holding onto him. 

“K-Kei—ah!—I’m gonna cum!” you cried, watching as his eyes rolled back and his hips stuttered before he kept his pace for you, letting you ride out your orgasm. 

Your pussy twitched and clenched around him, making his whole body weak as he shivered and felt his own release come. His heavy wings stretched out as much as they could as he delivered one final deep stroke, slamming his hips entirely flat against yours.

“Take it, baby, let me make y’feel good…” he groaned, his tip shooting hot ropes of cum straight into your womb. Both of you whined as your insides clamped around him, and he stayed buried inside you as you both caught your breath.

He whimpered softly, letting your legs lay a little more comfortably, still spread—keeping his softening cock warm. He leaned down, kissing you messily, before dragging his mouth across your cheek and burying his face in your neck. 

“‘M sorry, sweets,” he murmured.

“S—Sorry? For what…?” 

“…Pissing you off.” He lifted his head to look at you.

You let out a lazy chuckle. “Keigo… come on.” 

“No, baby, really. I was bein’… an ass. If something upset you that much, I should have… done something.”

“But.. I was complaining over stupid shit. I mean, I—I’m still… bothered… thinking of how she was acting, but—you were right. You can’t control what another person does.”

He leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Doesn’t matter. If you’re upset about anything, I have to make you feel better.”

You breathed, accepting that he’d also accepted you’re in the right—though as soon as he pulled over you knew you were wrong. “Well… I do feel better.” 

“Mhmmm?” he smiled at you before slowly slipping his length out of you, with a deep sigh from him, and an involuntary whine from you. 

“Mm. Not anymore.” you huffed, with a weak giggle.

He grinned, before grabbing you by the waist and having you sit up. He pulled down your dress, fixed your hair (barely), then hauled your exhausted body on top of his chest. “Well… I told you I’d make you feel better, sweets.” he murmured into your hair. “Next time, though… you could just pull me to the car. Didn’t like people seeing us argue.” 

“Uhmm… you’re the one who was hard the whole time—” You softly hit his chest. 

“Ah, I believe you're the one who came to the back when I asked…” he raised a brow at you. 

You squinted at him, thinking hard for a comeback—before muttering, “Shut up.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

“I love you.” you hummed in his neck. 

Your breathing slowed as you started to relax off in his arms, all that adrenaline finally leaving your system. The car windows were just now starting to clear up from the fog of your breath, letting the outside world creep back in. 

You blinked, tracking the dark shadows outside. 

“Wait.” you murmured against him. 

“Hm?”

“Keigo…”—you lifted your head, squinting through the glass—“Get us out of this creepy ass garage, what the hell?” 

He looked out the window too, before bursting out laughing. “Fuck, I forgot we were even—”

“You drove us here!”

“I had a lot on my mind!”

You groaned, rolling off of him with a heavy sigh as he climbed into the front seat. The car engine roared to life, the headlights cutting through the pitch black, sketchy lot. 

“You’re staying back there?” he asked, looking into the rearview mirror as he put on his seatbelt.

“My legs are wrecked.”

“Right…right. Yeah, relax yourself sweets. You’ll be home before you know it.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. yall why was i lowkey getting angry as i was writing…LIKE??? no y’all might get annoyed with reader but i’m sitting here thinking… KEIGO… DO SOMETHING !!!?!? lmfao mind you i wrote it. also umm let’s just clarify they def went home he def runs a bath for you and cleans you up and everything i’m just too lazy to write that. anyway, all interactions are so very much appreciated! thank you for reading!!!!