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| wc:3.5k | m.list | taglist | tags: Takami Keigo / AFAB! reader, P in V, degration, tipsy sex, no condom, thigh slapping, praise, porn with plot, smut, Keigo has a tattoo, 'slut' used lolol, quirkless! Universe, Keigo as a bouncer to a club! Universe, not proof read. | summary: Keigos a motherfucking sexy ass bouncer that you keep eyeing up. Eventually the two of you go on a date - leading back to his place. | Alternative ending! |
The bass was loud in the club, syrup from the spilled drinks sticking to the bottom as you danced with your friends. Feeling overly-tipsy from not only the pre-gaming but the amount of shots you’ve taken at the club.
The owners personally knew you by your first name from the amount of times you’ve been here and so did the bouncers. One security took a particularly fond liking to you.
You could remember the interaction like the back of your hand before he let you in.
“Lookin’ as pretty as ever, dove.” A nickname he gave you - claimed it was ‘easier’ to remember than your actual name.
“Why thank you, keigo!” You did a sloppy twirl, showing off the entirety of your slutty outfit for the night, “literally just got this top today - oh! - can you smell my perfume? I feel like it’s… what’s the word… flew away.” The alcohol on your breath was evident but he didn’t seem to care as he leaned in to smell the nape of your neck.
His voice was low, the music from inside the building seeping out to the chilled air of the night, “flew away? You mean ‘faded’, dove?” His hand twitching to rest on your hip, “you smell absolutely delicious.”
Your voice was slightly slurred, not the worse he’s ever heard, “like you wanna take a bite right now?” Putting your index finger between your teeth, biting down softly with that award winning smile he loved so dearly.
“If I wasn’t working I’d be biting all over.” He winked, “now should I ask for your ID or just let you in for free?”
“Ask for my ID! It makes me feel important and young, and I wanna get in for free!”
“Fine, hand it over.” Even though he didn’t need it - he still wanted to entertain your night
“When are you off?!” You practically bounced in place, watching him once over your ID
He handed it back to you, your fingers touching, “and why’d you wanna know so bad? Tryna pounce on me after work?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy. When are you off?”
“When you’re done dancing, dove.”
That leads you to now, grinding up on your friends - taking a concerning amount of shots, convincing men to buy your group shots, getting hit on, kissing strangers - the typical night.
But your mind kept wandering to the blonde bouncer outside.
You yelled to your friends over the music, “I’m gonna go for a smoke, Kay?!” Even though they knew you didn’t have anything to smoke on you, they were too drunk to even care.
Walking outside, it was noticeably chillier than before but the alcohol in your system overrode the breeze grazing your warm skin.
Luckily keigo was still out there, standing at the bottom of the steps while he let out a loud laugh from the previous conversation with the other bouncer.
He was dressed a lot more appropriately than you, long thick pants and a dark red sweater that could be mistaken for black in certain lighting, along with a black vest that had ‘security’ in white-bold-lettering.
You hiccuped, letting your presence be known to both of the workers.
“Dove!” Keigo greeted happily, the smile on his face growing more prominent, “why you out here? Why aren’t you dancin’?”
Stumbling down the stairs next to him, “miss’ya.”
He chuckled softly, patting your head, “you’re sloshed.”
“Are not.”
“I dunno how the bartenders even let ya order more drinks at this point.”
“I got ‘em paid for.”
“Just a popular little birdie hm?”
“But my eyes only on you.”
He quirked his eyebrow, “that’s sweet.”
The two of you talked for a while, the conversation running smoothly to you - which to a sober person, hilarious.
“Are you off soon?” You pestered again, “wanna come home with me?”
“Home with you? You’re drunk, dove. Try again when you’re sober.”
That made you pout, letting out a drawn pout, “but-“
“You don’t even have my number, nor have we interacted anytime other than you coming to the bar.”
“That’s not fair-“
“Sorry,” he hummed, “how about this? Tuesday next week let’s just say around seven-ish. We can meet at that pub just across the street, do some karaoke and see how the night takes us?”
Eagerly nodding, fishing out your phone from your purse, “you- you’s gotta’pu’in m-“ you hiccuped, “my phone s’I can ‘emeber.”
“Anything for you, dove.”
“Buy me food?”
“I’ll send you money.” He hummed softly, “don’t worry about it.”
The date came sooner than expected, it was nerve wracking due to the only time you’ve interacted was during the nights while you were already pretty buzzed.
Now you were waiting at a table, already downing a few drinks to yourself to calm your nerves before he came. You were early - about fifteen minutes early while he arrived five minutes before the dates time.
“Oh? And I thought I liked to be punctual.” Keigo approached the table, wearing a black jacket with a long white shirt underneath with matching black pants, “I see you’ve already ordered something?”
“Yeah, I didn’t know if I should buy you something - I don’t really know what you drink either.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the alcohol didn’t do shit for your nerves.
“Old fashion, or just rye on rocks, I like it strong but flavourful.”
Nodding your head, watching him sit down across from you, “I’ll remember that for next time.”
“And you? Frilly sweet drinks that give you a major hangover the next day?” He eyed up your brightly coloured cocktail
“Preferably, but I don’t mind trying a little of everything.”
Terrible karaoke filled the sub ground; borderline noise pollution at this point in the night, but the dranks flowed as smoothly as the sober-ish conversation between you two.
He spoke up - swirling his small glass of strong-smelling alcohol, “have I told you, you look absolutely radiant tonight. You look gorgeous every time I see you but I love you in something casual rather than your clubbing fits.”
The pre-existing flush on your face deepened at the compliment, a flustered stutter escaping past your lips.
You could tell he was holding his alcohol, already on his fifth drink and exhibiting no symptoms of the effects. His face wasn’t flushed yet, he was laidback with a calm but almost heavy lidded expression.
“I like my clubbing fits.”
“So do I, dove, never said I didn’t.”
“Well… you look handsome tonight.”
The smirk never left his face, instead he leaned forward, “come again?”
“Keigo-“
“Can you blame me? A pretty girl’s complimentin’ me, jus’wanna hear it once more.”
“I tell you all the time when I’m drunk.”
“Psh, this is different, dove.”
“No it’s not, people say drunk words are sober thoughts?”
“Oh really? Now imagine all the things you’ve told me when you’re too drunk to remember.”
“KEIGO?!”
“Oh dove, lower your pretty voice.” He cooed, even though he wasn’t outwardly showing the alcohol effects, his bold and outward words were the big teller, “let’s ditch this place, get something greasy on the way back to mine.”
“Yum, only if you’re paying.”
“Always.”
The two of you stopped by a nearby ‘restaurant’ that was just down the block - ordering your food to go and taking it back to keigo’s place.
The minute you were able to put the food down he took your attention away from it, “fuck the food, come’re instead.”
The lighting was warm and dim, his apartment was plain - a minimalist at his best. Abstract paintings hung on the walls and not a single family photo in sight. There were photos of his friends, of him, but nothing distinct enough for a family resemblance.
Looking at him under the soft lighting, his hair was slightly more messy than when you first saw him, his expression dusted with a flush and a hint of lust, his lips formed in that signature smirk.
He stood confident but relaxed, his jacket already thrown onto the nearest surface while his fingers were ready to hook into his belt to unbuckle it.
“Don’t get nervous now.” Keigo hummed, walking towards you, “all the times you asked to suck my cock? Or when you’d stumble out the bar to my arms and say all these lewd comments?”
Stumbling over your words, becoming increasingly flustered the closer he got, “yeah, but most of those times I’m like blacked out.”
“And I want you to remember me pounding that sweet pussy you keep teasing me with.”
A shiver trailed up your spine from his primal gaze, watching him widen his shoulders to make himself appear wider and larger, puffing out his chest as well.
“Be a good birdie.” He mumbled, “on your knees.”
Instead you slinked off of the chair, taking a few sensual steps towards him. A sudden boost of confidence overriding your nerves.
“I gotta be the ‘good one?” You mumbled, closing in on him; close enough to hear his shallow breaths.
He gulped, his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief moment, “preferably.”
Grabbing a fistful of his collar, tugging him towards you in a firey kiss of dominance - both of you trying to take charge of the situation.
His hands rested on your hips, trailing down to cup your ass while your tongues swirled around each other. Tasting the different alcohol on each’s mouths.
The kiss grew sloppier, your movements as well. Your hands landed on his chest, trailing them down to the hem of his shirt to clear it off of his body. Keigo helped you with the process, breaking apart from the kiss - a lustful expression on his face as he panted.
His bare chest heaving, you were able to see the tuff of chest hair growing in. Blonde and wild, down his torso he had a very light lining of thick tuffs of hair from his naval down below his pants.
“Keep looking like that and I’ll start gettin’ jealous you’re still fully clothed.” He poked, loving to tease at any given opportunity.
“And whatcha gonna do ‘bout that?”
“I’m gonna rip those clothes straight off of ya.”
Letting out an involuntary moan at the thought, you could see his arm hairs shoot up at the sound.
He grabbed you, throwing your body over his shoulder and trailing straight to his bedroom.
“Put me down! Keigo! I can walk on my own!”
“Yeah I know, but sometimes it’s fun to have your feet off the ground.”
From the angle you had, your ass was right by his face but you got to see his back muscles.
With the soft lighting you were able to notice black ink trailing up his back, trying to push yourself up to see the whole picture - he quickly tossed you on the bed before you could.
“I didn’t know you had a back tattoo?”
He hummed, letting out a soft laugh under his breath, “got it when I was wayy young and dumb. Honestly, now that I’m older… it grew kinda sentimental to me.”
“What is it?”
He turned around, he was on the leaner but his muscles were still heavily defined and his back grew bigger. From his lower back up to his shoulder blades were black ribbons of ink forming two big wings.
Your mouth dropped in awe, amazed on the details of the linework and his back in general.
He interluded “Before you ask, enough about me. I want to please you before we start getting to me.”
His eyes were on you, watching your every twitch and ticks like a hawk while he approached your spread legs that hung off the bed, “I hope you’re not attached to your clothes.”
Like they were a piece of paper, he grabbed the collar of your shirt - ripping it in half. The sound of fabric tearing shocked your core, sending a wave of heat down your body but a cold sensation on your now bare skin.
“Do I gotta rip your pants next or can you take them off yourself?”
“I’ll do it!”
Slowly you shimmied off your pants, trying to tease him much like he’s done to you. Before you could go even slower he took charge, pulling them straight off of your body quickly. Not even giving you a chance to react before he took a quick once over your lingerie choice.
Trying to take the opportunity before he completely devoured you, “wait you gotta take off your pants!” A devilish smirk ran across your mouth, climbing off of the bed onto your knees.
Your hands unbuckled his belt, maintaining strong eye-contact with him. With the belt opened, your hands rested on his hips. His breath hitching as he saw your teeth nip the zipper of his fly.
He had never had a girl take off his pants with their mouth, it turned him on to another degree. Feeling his underwear becoming tight around him, his shaft tenting in his pants. Bulging free as the zipper became looser.
When you were able to slip down his pants, looking at his red boxers holding back his twitching length. Keigo’s print ran large, going down to his upper thigh and you could see the way his balls wanted to hang freely.
Keeping that heavy lidded gaze on him, your hot breaths teasing on his cold genitals, “dove, I ain’t the loudest in the room.” He breathed out, low and whispery.
“That’s about to change.”
Deciding to change pace, you tugged his boxers down quickly. Exposing him just as fast as he ripped your shirt off.
Keigo shielded an circumsized cock, growing about to be just roughly below seven inches. It angled upwards and it was rivalling your forearm in matters of how wide he was. You could properly see his happy trailed that connected to his trimmed bush of blonde hair.
Changing the position, pushing him to sit on the bed while you kneel between his legs. Using your spit as lube, your hands wrapped around the base of his cock while your mouth licked up his shaft.
The smell of sex lingered in the air while you sucked him off, watching his face contort in pleasure but his voice remained empty.
Your tongue swirled around his length, hands stroking his base and mouth sucking in like he was some sweet lollipop ready to get to the even sweeter inside.
His hands clenched the bed beside him, huffs of breaths escaping out. Trying to control his mind before he got hazy.
It only took a little while longer before you felt him thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat as he spurted his hot cum down it. It was thick and salty, a bitter taste on your tastebuds but you managed to choke it down.
You crawled up from between his legs, taking dominance by straddling his lap. Grinding against his half-hard member to make it fully erect once again. His eyes weren’t glossed over, meaning that he still had a few more round in him before he was spent.
“Condom?” He mumbled, already reaching for his nightstand
You hand reached his, bringing it back to your side, “don’t worry your pretty little feathers over a condom. I’m on birth control.”
Keigo let out a solid hum, nodding his head as he watched you slide your panties to the side, the tip aligned to your entrance, “you like cock-warming?” You whispered into his ear, kissing the parts that weren’t pierced.
“I’d prefer to fuck fast.”
“Well that’s too damn bad.”
You sunk onto him, taking him all in your wet canal. Moaning softly into his ear as he stretched you out, his base way thicker than the tip of him. You could feel his cock tickling your g-spot.
The longer you stayed ontop of him, refusing to move until he was reduced to putty under your grasp. Every tremble of your legs or when he would try to force a thrust into there - it only heightened your combined sensitivity.
“Cmon.” He growled, “fuckin’ move already, I’m sick of this waiting around shit.”
A part of you wanted to obey, the other half wanting to dominate. Coming to a compromise you moved your hips in small, shallow bobs, his girth rubbing against your sweet spot while his tip grazed your cervix. Feeling his cock straining inside of you, the small feelings of pleasure overwhelming his senses.
You let this going for another five minutes, making sure to count down every tick of the hands of his watch.
He gripped your face, baring his teeth slightly. Keigos eyes were sharp, almost cold and certainly unimpressed as he tried to mask his pleasure.
“Fuck this.”
Groping your hips tightly, his cock remained in you as he flipped position so he was ontop of you. Immediately starting the brutal thrusts, watching your mouth open with shock then overwhelmed by his actions.
His hips snapped into yours fast, loud noises filling up the room. Your moans leaking out with every thrust.
Keigo’s one hand reached up, trapping your hands above his head, “you think you’re sneaky? I was only playing nice to make you feel good about yourself” his mouth attacked your breasts while he rammed his cock into your sweet, tight pussy.
“Now-“ thrust “-I’m gonna-“ thrust “fuck your cunt like-” squelch “some whore on the street.” Thrussst.
Keigo was a dirty talker, absolutely vile as he degraded you, “your cunts so fucking wet, I can feel the way I stretch it out.”
“Mmm- yes- keg’s-“
“Shut the fuck up” He hummed, trailing kissed up to your shoulders, “fuck-“ thrust “tight-“
Whines left your mouth, turned on by the way his words affected you. Clenching around him, “I thought you weren’t vocal?”
“I don’t moan, dove. Doesn’t mean I can’t talk at all, what are you, Stupid?” He slapped the inside of your thigh, the pain striking to your core as you tightened up around him once more.
“Oh? The slut liked to be slapped like that? Should’a known from the way you sloppily beg for me when you’re fuckin’ drunk.”
“I don’t beg-“ you tried again, earning another slap in the same spot.
He angled himself higher than before, slamming into you harder than he has, “I told you,” keigo slapped your thigh, earning himself a loud whimper from you, “shut” another slap “the fuck” two more, harsher than before, “up.”
“Please keigo- please- that hurts-“ tears pricked your eyes, but despite it you weren’t telling him ‘no’ or to ‘stop’
“I told you to shut up and yet you keep that pathetic blabbering.”
Feeling his cock pulsating inside of you, sweat forming onto his forehead and his muscles bulging. It was an easy tell he was close to cumming once more, “fine, if you won’t shut up then I’ll make you scream my name till you lose your voice.”
Every time his hips connected with yours, he would watch the way your tits bounce, bottoming out inside of your each time as he pushed you to your climax.
“Now you wanna be quiet? You’re the loudest in the fucking club,” he raised his hand, a warning that he was going to slap your thigh once more.
Your eyes widened, legs trembling and heart pounding, “no, no, no, wait.” You tried to move your hands from his grasp, “I’ll be loud, please, please keigo-“
“Then call out my name.”
“Keigo!” You whined, softly at first. Gaining confidence as your orgasm approached, “keigo- I’m so close I’m close please don’t stop, mmmm, fuck! kegs-“
“Keep on,” he edged on, watching the drool start to form at your lips, eyes glossed over and a dumb expression starting to take over.
You kept repeating his name with every thrust, your volume rising to the point it would cause a noise complaint or two.
“Cum in me, keigo.” You loudly whined, “fill me up with your hot seed, please fill up my pussy.”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck my cum into your aching cunt? Dispose of it inside your aching cunt?” He edged on, his movements growing stiff, listening to you call out his name as you orgasmed around his cock.
He quickly followed pursuit, filling you up with his liquid batter and fucking it into your cervix. Once your screams died down he pressed his lips onto yours - a sloppy kiss to help bring you down from your high, teeth clashing and tongues swirling against one another.
The two of you finished with each other. Keigo pulled away from your lips, his cock warming inside of you as a string of saliva from your mouths connected the two of you together.
“That’s hot.” He mumbled, using his tongue to swirl it up. Pulling out of you with a loud pop, the white cum spilling out of your pussy onto the bed underneath.
“You’re hot.”
“I know.”
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emma nation my wife is back omfg...... missed her like a mf
I'll post hawks next trust
katsuki loves your tits he's just sooo obsessed omg
he doesn't care if yours are smaller than his, or a bit droopy, or have stretch marks, or whatever insecure bullshit you may try to throw at him. He'll bury his face in them either way and go to sleep like a baby anyways.
watching a movie? lazing around together? he's aaaalways got a hand up your shirt and fondles your warm and soft flesh like a needoh (yes you have to scold him, yes he'll be gentler after that even if he rolls his eyes about it).
and yes okay he'll let you play with his as well if you beg for long enough ! it's only fair ♡ now you both have your hands all over each other but it's okay cuz he brought this upon himself and he couldn't be happier.
hi self-indulgent i want him
katsuki loves his beautiful princess with a disorder 🩷
He's so sweet and loving on his own way, he holds her when she cries, either because of a sad movie or a big burst of emotions from out of nowhere.
He helps her pick her outfit for every date night, nodding along with every option he's presented because ever since you started dating he's totally learned to be more fashionable, always looking for stuff that fits her style.
He holds her through her panicking and worrying, and always overexplains when she overthinks, making sure she feels safe and comfortable in the relationship because he secretly adores being her first choice for assurance and comfort<3
He takes her out n shows her off everywhere he goes cuz he's proud of what he achieved ! she's the prize in his eyes and he feels like a winner everytime a picture of you two goes slightly viral.
He holds her close at night and lets her yap about whatever she wants, nodding along and humming as you two slowly fall asleep, using him as a space heater and pillow even if he complains about being too warm. He'd bitch but never ever pull away if it meant waking you up.
he loooves his girl with all his heart, he's faithful and devoted and so smitten, none of her little jealous spurts bother him and it slowly helps her grow confident in them as a couple too. He'd never ever betray you and you both know it. And all his friends do too, because even if he'd never say it everyone can see how much he adores you !!!!
basically me and my girlfriend she's so sweet n perfect to me hello i love my beautiful girlfriend she's the best 🩷
how to make my girlfriend draw katsuki (that's her opp)
I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
Katsuki Bakugo is not only a Pro-Hero, he's also a professional boyfriend !
He's number one in everything, always aiming for the best, meaning he takes every single one of his titles seriously, and boyfriend might just be top of the list (even if he'd never outwardly admit it !!!)
You're bad at cooking? he'll do it for you. You're good at it? he'll still do it for you. Might just be his ego but he gets a warm little feeling when you eat whatever he makes.
When you get home tired from work he lets you rest, helping you get into bed, undo your clothes and makeup as you rant about your weird coworker's strange comments towards you. And when you show up next day and said coworker seems to be gone? That's just his job as a boyfriend, and a little call to HR goes a long way when it comes from a pro hero in the top 10... or 20... or wherever he stands in his very fluctuating rank that morning.
He participates in your hobbies, and maybe gets a little competitive with it too. He's unbelievably annoying but you still love him somehow so he stops his whining if he notices it bothers you. Mostly!
He watches all your tiktoks, notes down locations for future dates and buys whatever dumb matching pj's set you see on posts, wearing them even if the cheap polyester makes him itch all over, making his usual grunpy mood even worse. You think it's cute, take 1000 pictures and squeeze his cheeks between kisses before inviting him in for an apology shower.
He might be the best boyfriend in the world but you never fall behind ♡ taking care of him everyday after he's back from work, massaging his sore muscles and smothering him in warm affection because it's what he deserves for working so hard, both inside and out of your relationship.
You're the only one who can handle him and he doesn't plan to let you go, so he might just be planning on changing the label. He's already the number 1 boyfriend, is it time to upgrade to husband? he knows he'll rise to the top anyways.
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HI!! love love looove yer goka drabbles… could i request a goka nijiku x wife!reader???
him a wife have a daughter, right… they love her 2 death and goka realizes he’d like another kid but doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s pressuring them to have another kid. but,,, reader slowly starts putting the pieces together and picks up on the subtle hints, and one night lying in bed together, reader tells goka they’d be happy with more kids.!!! because who wouldn’t be happy with goka.
you can choose 2 add smut or not if you do this request! i don’t mind either way.
thank you and have a looovely day or night! stay healthy <3
IT TOOK LIKE 4 MONTHS IM SORRY OKAY BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT
i dont speak English, not proofread either !!!!¡!!!
Goka Nijiku x Wife!Reader !!!!!!
cw; mentions of pregnancy and slightest tiniest barely even there smut, also kyoka mentions
“I’m tellin’ ya, she’s gettin’ way too grown” Goka speaks, keeping a close eye on your daughter and the mess she’s making. It had already been some months since you had given birth, and for some reason Goka kept insisting on counting the days as you sat through each of her achievements, which would’ve been cute if he weren’t so distressed about it. Poor baby.
“Well… yes? babies grow, honey…” You mumble teasingly and move closer from behind him, squeezing his shoulders as you gaze at your chubby little girl swiping her fingers around her plate of puree, both of you having already grown accustomed to the cleaning that a baby entails.
“Why? you want her small forever?” You ask again, just to poke at him further. Yes, you knew he did, in fact, want her to stay a little baby for as long as possible. Maybe he would’ve never admitted it, but you always noticed it on his stinging wet eyes every time she did something different or babbled something close to a new word.
“Jus’ look at how good she’s been eating” He huffs, holding her still as you wipe her messy face, hands, and hair… You chuckle and side-eye him, just taking in how proud he looks as he holds her close, her sandy hair and strong eyebrows mirroring his perfectly.
“I get the feeling you might be biased” You laugh, watching them leave as he takes her to her room, ready to tuck her in and read her a book Kyoka brought after a long expedition away. Was she too small to understand? Perhaps, but listening to words helps with development, and you love your little date nights with your husband as you both take turns reading.
He has been acting different though, you notice it in the way his gaze lingers on her and you, the way he goes quiet when your baby finds some little friends on the playground, and you certainly notice it in the way he gets when he makes love to you, sporting the silliest pout every time he pulls out and forces himself to paint your tummy instead of staying inside.
It takes you longer than usual to clean up, so you’re not really surprised when you come to the room finding her already asleep, Goka sitting at the foot of her bed as he gives her one of those affectionate stares that freak out everyone who met him before you.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask in a soft whisper, running your fingers through his hair.
“S’ nothin’...” He mutters gruffly, you just hum in reply, knowing that’s his default reply to everything related to opening up.
“Why don’t we go to bed then, mister?” You hold his hands, tugging him up and guiding him to your shared room, watching him get ready for bed still in that weirdly quiet mood. You open your mouth to ask about a hundred times, but can’t help to give him space as well, he always tells you how he feels after all, even if it takes him a bit, and you’re proud of his constant efforts of communicating.
“Come on, out with it” You demand playfully, wrapping him in your arms as you both finally lay down, letting the ache of the day overtake your bones. Your baby had started to try and crawl, meaning you and Goka spent most of the day on the floor now.
“Out with what?” he asks, pretending nonchalance even when you can see the nervousness in his gaze as he looks anywhere but you, focusing on the ring on your finger as he intertwines your hands together.
“It’s… unimportant, dumb even… You shouldn’t worry” He mutters again, his facade already cracking as he looks into your teasing gaze. He knows you know, but he’s too shy to say it.
“Maybe I'll tell you what I think instead…?” you ask softly, running a finger up and down his chest as you feel him wiggling, awkwardly antsy.
“You love our babygirl, huh? And you don’t want her to grow up just yet…” You smile to yourself as you hear him gulp, finally looking at you, then down at your chest, then lower.
“Ah. I was right, mhm? So… We should start trying” You smile, watching him perk up.
“Wha’... You mean it? Stop playing around!” He huffs, pissy and flustered as he watches you laugh at his cute blush.
“I’m just tryin’ to be a responsible father. She needs a sibling, y’know? So she won’t be alone, someone she can train with, like Kyoka and I”. He finishes his speech with a flustered smile, as if trying to convince himself of the thought process behind this big decision.
“Oh! Really now? So it’s for her own good?” You ask softly, climbing into his lap and smiling at his soft gasp, feeling him cradle you closer with those big wide arms like he always does.
“It’s what parenthood means. Lookin’ out for our child” He nods solemnly, biting back a groan and burrowing his head in your neck, pressing soft kisses there as you roll your hips against his, already feeling him harden under his robe.
“Yes honey, whatever helps you sleep at night” You laugh as he rolls both over, laying in bed as he hovers above you. You look into his soft, affectionate eyes and hold him closer, quietly hoping that the new baby also ends up sharing at least one of those strong features with their loving father.
Do u guys like my divider isn't it cute i just made it haha okay i feel bad i took so long sorry but now im totally free so ill reply to requests trust !!!!!!!!!!!!!! also im gonna post katsuki cuz im katsukimaxxing sowwy i still like gachiakuta tho specially goka
wait guys... should i reply under the requests or make it on a separate post cuz it kinda looks ugly... i really don't understand tumblr formatting at all 😫
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𝜗𝜚 you’re keigo’s physician, coming over to check on him while he’s in rut
• keigo takami x f!reader
cw ~ rutting!hawks, avian specialist!physician!bird nerd!reader, reader wears glasses (stereotypical nerd? i wear glasses so it’s okay), smut;; handjob, painful erection, ballplay?, feral talk from kei, excessive precum + keigo cums a lot, facial ?, reader gets almost intoxicated off pheromones, so i guess mild dubcon, most likely inaccurate things ab wing anatomy though that parts not focused on.. (am i getting better at this)
wc 4.4k (i genuinely don’t know how that happened)
You breathed deeply before grabbing the keys and unlocking the door—rushing yourself in and swiftly closing it behind you.
“Takami?” you called out. You automatically made the mistake of breathing in too quickly, getting hit hard by the strong musky air that filled this entire house.
The warmth was what bothered you, but you were familiar with this scent. Not with how especially potent it was today—but it wasn’t new. Though you’d been warned about this years ago, and told to get a mask to protect yourself from the damn near drugs this man produced. You’ve been fine, though. How bad could things get? You’d get a little dizzy after too long, but you could deal.
You walked toward the coffee table, putting down your bag and looked over to the hallway to see your giant, shirtless patient.
“Ah. Trying to scare me?” You grinned at him as he stared at you blankly, before taking heavy steps to sit on the couch.
“Not even gonna smile for me?” You fake pouted. “Is it that bad?”
He looked at you, eyes piercing through yours, before sighing. “Y’don’t even know.” he rasped.
“Actually, I do, very much. And why are all the windows shut? You know I told you the fresh air is good.”
“The city smells like shit.”
“If any normal civilian walked in here, they’d tell you this house smells like shit.”
“Smells like me.” he huffed the correction.
“It smells like sex.” You giggled, slipping off your white jacket and walking over to hang it. “Come on. Let me open one window. You know this isn’t very good for me either.”
“…You’re bothered?” he muttered, lifting his head.
“Oh, no. It just makes me sort of drowsy. Y’know, your pheromones are meant to be attracting another… half-human… half-bird… partner. I’m just me. You’re suffocating, almost.”
He looked at you for a long while, before sending a large feather to open a window behind him. You scowled at his wings as they spread, the state of them a horrible sight. “You’re a mess,” you groaned, quickly walking up to him and taking a closer look. “Ugh. My babies...”
You saw his head flick in your direction, most likely glaring.
“Don’t look at me like that.” you murmured. “Yeah. I’ll be here for a while. You’re wrecked.” You turned back to the table, searching through your bag and grabbing the thermometer and flashlight.
You put the thermometer in his mouth and grabbed his face as you shined the light in his dark eyes. “Pupils heavily dilated…” you looked down at the thermometer. 41°C. Which would take a human to the emergency room, but it’s around average for him during a rut. Still, very hot. You could see the glow on his skin from how he’d been sweating.
You took the tools back, taking out your notebook to write the information down, leaving it open on the table. “Can you stand up? Stretch them out for me?” you asked sweetly, your hands folded at your front.
He gave you another silent stare before he got up. He seemed to have grown about three inches taller again. He groaned, before obeying. His wings, as usual—despite being a mess, were still beautiful. Large enough to fill this whole living room, if he stretched properly. But he’s tense—he’s sensitive.
“Does it hurt?” you asked, getting closer and looking at the feathers closest to his back from the front.
“Aches.” he said.
“Yeah, cause you love cramping them to your back all the damn time,” you murmured, receiving a mean glare from him as a response. You looked at his bare chest, getting closer as you saw how defined his muscles had become. His entire body shifted during this time of year, trying to give him all the strength he’d need to bury himself in someone and breed them, of course, without a single chance for them not to be full of his seed.
That’s… vulgar, but unavoidably true. You’ve dealt with him like this for so long that nothing is embarrassing, or shocking. You really take everything scientifically now, knowing you’re here to care for him, and track his behaviors. Nothing more.
So, of course, as you told him to breathe deeply while you listened to his heartbeat, you couldn’t help looking down at the huge print in his sweatpants. You could see the entire outline of his cock, especially his swollen tip—that you were actually shocked to see wasn’t leaking as it usually would be. You noticed his growth down there, too. Just a bit longer, a lot thicker.
Again, some things you can’t ignore, you’ve grown to see as normal. That’s just something else to write down.
“Your heartbeat is… uneven. Irregular,” you mumbled, looking up at him expecting an answer. His heartbeat usually keeps a quickened, but constant pace when he’s like this.
He shook his head, putting it down toward you but keeping his eyes closed. “You…” he breathed.
“Me?”
“…Just… smell good..” he finished, followed by another heavy breath and a twitch from his wings.
You raised your brows, chuckling as you put the stethoscope away. “Impressive, that you can smell anything through your aroma in here.”
He lazily hummed in response, eyes opening quickly as he suddenly felt your hand on his chest.
“Sit down, and turn a little so I can see your back.” you said, turning and grabbing a small bottle of oil. He did so in silence.
You sat next to him, or… behind him, sort of—looking over his wings. Like his chest, his back muscles had gotten more defined as it had to adjust to the new weight of his wings.
“Have you been eating well?” you asked as you popped the bottle open.
He simply grunts in response as he shrugs his shoulders.
“Come on, what does that mean?” you groaned. Rut must be especially bad this time. “Have you eaten today?”
“No.”
“Takami.” you paused, as if he could see the expression on your face. “You have to eat after this. You’re so frustrating—your body has gained… like, fifteen pounds of pure muscle and you’re not bothering to eat? Then you get all groggy.” He stayed silent as you ranted to him about his own health.
You huffed before pouring a generous amount of oil into your hand, and balancing the bottle on your thigh, as you reached for the base of his wings. Old feathers were tangled between the growth of his new ones, his pin feathers especially matted back here.
As soon as the moisture touched him, he flinched—posture fixing from the cool sensation. He’d relax though, as you slowly worked through his feathers.
Shlick. The familiar sound filled the room as you massaged the oil into his rough coverts. You hummed, this process being so familiar it was comforting at this point.
As you’d reach his primaries on his right wing, he’d occasionally grunt or hum. Which was nice to hear, him getting more comfortable. Keigo deals with a lot when he’s like this, and of course this isn’t something that heals him—but it is a relief. Quite literally a weight lifted off his shoulders, which feels good to do for him.
You collected the old feathers you plucked out, placing them on the coffee table to later put away for inspection. You took the oil again, coating your hands and reaching the end of his left wing. Shlick as you firmly dragged the serum down a long feather. Inspecting it closer, you caught a crumbled old feather that was stuck just underneath. You let him go, reaching for the tweezers again.
Though, you realized that as you stopped touching his wings… that sound didn’t stop.
Shlick… Shlick… Shlick.
Each interval taking a few seconds before it came back again, just as loud—even wetter as it continued.
You almost thought you were going insane, that your hands were still moving on him or something—you literally looked at your arms to make sure—then looked down to see the muscle in Keigo’s shoulder blade moving. It was slight at first, and then got more apparent, along with his elbow slightly trembling as well.
You then remembered the way he was grunting and breathing earlier—you thought it was from the massage. You looked over his wings, and saw him enjoying a…different massage.
The waistband of his pants stretched down a bit, and his hand wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock—as he stroked himself with a hard grip. Every stroke up had a bead of pre-cum forming at his tip, and dripping down with his hand. His dick almost had a red tint to it with how swollen he was. It looked like it hurt.
“T…Takami…” you spoke softly after sitting back.
He didn’t stop, or slow down—you didn’t even catch a twitch in his feathers.
You weren’t… uncomfortable. Not really, honestly the main thing going through your mind now was the fact that you underestimated how he was doing today.
You have seen his cock before. A few times, the ache would get bad for him and you’d have to check and make sure it was just his hyper-arousal rather than something concerning. You’ve also caught him pleasuring himself before. The first time, it was enough to shake your professional persona, but it was easy to get over.
Keigo doesn’t get anything to really… deal with himself. He feels it’s a little odd to have women coming to deal with him when he’s like this—not only is it an weird feeling for the feral side of his mind, fucking someone who wasn’t his mate—but it just… wouldn’t… work.
Keigo’s uncontrollable during this time. He needs a partner. A mate. Someone he can call his woman, outside of his rut and as it happens. Someone he can have those long conversations with about how he’s going to need the help. How he’s going to need to fuck, and breed, and keep doing it until he the burning under his skin fades away—which will take longer than anyone expects.
That conversation about how it’ll be exhausting, how he could scare them—how he could hurt them—all of that.
You got that conversation too before you started working as his physician, and sure it… concerned you a little, but then after meeting him any worry about how he’d be during that time faded. You weren’t even nervous when you walked in during his first rut with you—also the first day where he really didn’t seem like himself—his body completely changed, bigger and tougher and really looking like a predator.
It’s because that bird-brained half of him had gotten comfortable with you. That side of him assigned you as someone who cares for him, makes him feel better, makes him fly better. You’re sweet and you’re understanding and you take your time with him. So, he could hardly get scary with you. He knew better, both sides of him.
You wouldn’t know it, maybe not even he did, but some part of him put that ‘mate’ title onto you.
With how you treated him so well, and the fact that you were the only person he saw during rut—he almost had no other choice. His mind needed something to cling to, and that became you.
Again, unbeknownst to you, you’d also make his ruts worse. He was seeing his mate almost every day and he couldn’t take her? Claim her? It was torture, just as it is now.
So, you’re here, sitting behind him as he’s desperately touching himself. What makes it different this time is that he’s doing it now, while you’re here. He’s doing this, and he knows you’re here, and he knows you know and he’s not stopping.
As mentioned before, you’ve seen him get boners while you worked. You’ve heard him say some feral lewd things to you and kept it pushing. You’ve walked in his home, hearing him loudly deal with himself in another room—but all those times there felt like there was a sort of barrier that didn’t make things weird.
There’s literally no barrier here. You hardly even knew what to say—what to do. Walk out? Well, that would make him instinctively try to chase you.
“Takami…” you spoke a little louder as you got up slowly. He still didn’t react. As you moved the bottle of oil onto the coffee table though, his wings twitched as he moved and sat back on the couch, now completely exposed to you and seemingly not caring as he kept stroking himself.
Now, you couldn’t look away from his cock as it faced you. Swollen wouldn’t cut it. He was completely engorged, a vein that went down from his tip pulsing with each strong pump. Strong wouldn’t cut it either, and your eyes widened as you saw the muscles in his arm deepen every time he went back down—just choking the thick base of his dick. You breathed deeply before you spoke again.
“K… Keigo…” you murmured, his name almost unfamiliar on your tongue. “I… I’m gonna be honest, I don’t… I—I feel like…” the words wouldn’t come to you. Every option of a sentence felt wrong.
He actually moaned then, and you watched his muscles tensed as he gripped himself impossibly harder, almost squeezing the precum out of him as it trickled down his inches.
“Hurts,” he grumbled, opening his eyes to look at you for a second before throwing his head back onto the couch. “Fucking hurts.”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “I know…”
The room went silent and felt hot, you started to wonder if his pheromones were getting to you now. All you could hear was both of your heavy breaths along with him stroking the sloppy mess of his shaft. His eyes were closed, his brows furrowed, every now and then gritting his teeth.
You swallowed, trying to do what you came to do. You’re meant to care for him.
“I… uhm, I have some suppressants here, Keigo, if it’s this bad for you. It could help with the… swelling—”
“No,” he rasped. “No drugs.”
“It’ll help you,” you argued, taking a small step toward him. “You’re… holding yourself too hard, you can hurt yourself like that, I’ll get—”
“Won’t work.” he cut you off, gripping his dick again as if just to concern you more. As he dragged his hand down to the base, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at you. “Need to breed.”
“…I know you do. You’re in pain. I can help it, I can make you feel better,” you insisted, feeling bad for sort of… lying to him. You knew those suppressants stopped working for him years ago. When he was a teen, they used to completely block out ruts. Eventually, they just turned into numbing pills for him, which kept the burning and the animalistic thoughts, and just made it impossible for him to get any relief. They also put him to sleep, which… sure, that’s something, until he wakes up.
He still didn’t respond to you. His hips twitched into his hands, and he started to groan more—and louder.
But then, he slowed down a bit, lazily lifting his head and staring at you. His gaze was intimidating, intentionally like he wanted to scare you. Well, he didn’t—as you were used to this—but he was trying.
“Make… make me feel better?” he asked roughly, repeating your words to him.
“Yes,” you said softly, thinking you were getting to him. “I’m here to do that, Takami. You can trust me.”
He seemed to try to keep his eyes on you, but they rolled back as he stroked himself again. Another moment of silence as he tended to his ache, before his gaze snapped back to yours.
“Then… do it,” he breathed. “Come. Touch me. Help me.” his voice cracked near the end, and you heard a small whine as his face contorted while his tip kept self lubricating.
You completely froze, breath hitching. Not knowing what to do at all. You did literally just say you would help him. And the way he’s doing it to himself is damn near scary.
But… What? A handjob?
You watched him as you couldn’t speak. Your patient, completely at the mercy of his biology. Your patient who got like this so many times around you, completely feral and desperate, and never crossing a line—and now he’s whining for it.
What line would this truly cross, though? You take care of him. You assist him with his issues that come with being half bird, and… this technically counts as one of them. You’re the only person in the world who sees him when he’s like this—who helps him.
You weren’t going to just let him suffer with this, not when he directly asked you.
You took a slow breath, adjusting your glasses with a steady hand. “…Okay..” you spoke softly.
You took a few steps, standing between his legs before kneeling down in front of him. Your hands were still greasy from the oil, but it wasn’t like it would do him any bad. He’s also already soaked in his own slick.
One of your hands finally wrapped around his cock, stretching your fingers wider than you expected. It was almost like he didn’t even feel your hands—he only reacted when he saw you touching him—his wings flinching closer to his back before he had to force them to relax again. His eyes were locked on yours.
He hesitated, before letting himself go and resting his hands on his thighs. You took your other hand, stacking it above the other.
“Grip… grip it tighter,” he rasped. You listened, looking up at him for approval but then he shut his eyes hard. “Tighter than that.”
He’d tell you this about two more times until you huffed against his length. “I’m.. going to hurt you...” you mumbled.
He opened his eyes, brows furrowing in frustration as he put his hand over yours and showed you exactly how he needed you to hold him. Just as you said, his hand hurt against yours and you couldn’t imagine that pressure on him feeling good—but, nonetheless…You held him that same way, getting a deep groan in response as his legs spread wider.
Your hands hesitated before they started moving up and down his length. Both following each other, before you started twisting them around him rhythmically.
He moaned, hips bucking into you and individual feathers twitching off his wings.
“Stop,” he suddenly grumbled, and you hovered before stopping. He sort of nodded his head as a signal for you to move, so you took your hands off of him.
A whine came from deep in his chest by the loss of contact. He grabs his waistband, tugging it down his legs, his lower half now bare. Your eyes automatically snapped toward his balls. Just as swollen as his cock, tightened up close and twitching as he grunted for you to continue.
You breathed, getting closer as your hands held him. You started stroking him, before his hand shot over both of yours again and crushed them under his grip. Again, completely unbelievable how this felt good to him, but you listened. You got a whimper in response, the muscles in his thighs shuddering.
You were sort of grateful by how empty your mind was right now. His pheromones were definitely doing something. Is this what the effect was supposed to be? Make someone’s mind blank, just willing to do whatever he needs them to? Fascinating.
Your eyes kept flicking toward the tight, swelling base of his length. It almost bothered you from your clinical view, how tight his balls were and the way they lightly pulsed with each stroke.
You didn’t want to speak, the words would have been awkward coming out of your mouth. Oh, can I touch your balls? You simply let your bottom hand drift every now and then, letting his pre just slightly get lower and lower to lubricate all of him, while you watched his reactions.
Then, you’d let your hand linger, your thumb rubbing against the skin between them before sliding back up. After a few more times, you fully moved your hand down, cupping them gently. They were hot and heavy, and you tried to stable your shaking fingers as you put just a little pressure on them.
“Ohhh, oh my god…” he moaned, his hips jerking up into you.
You almost smiled, so satisfied that he was feeling good. Your thumb and the pads of your fingers slowly kneaded into his throbbing sack. You found a rhythm, stroking him firmly and tending to his balls.
“Hurts… fucking hurts so b—aaad.” his words were slurred between whines, his hands gripping to the couch. You held him impossibly tighter, making him sob out a moan that had your hands hesitating against him. He sounded like he was in excruciating pain, honestly. “Keep… keep goin’… shit, hands feel s’fucking good…”
He placed his hand on top of yours again, this time thankfully not crushing your fingers under his. “Fuck… fuck, spit on me.”
“W—What?” you spoke quickly, hands stuttering against him again.
“Spit on it. Need your spit.” his gaze pierced into yours.
You frowned, looking away to think...
Well, actually…
If he needed it…
You lapped your tongue across the roof of your mouth, gathering spit and letting it dribble from your lips onto his tip.
“Oh my god, I need your cunt,” he whined.
“…Takami…” you muttered, your voice barely even coming out. You dragged your spit over his dick, watching him twitch as you did.
“Need to st—streetchh, mmmgh, stretch you out and… and use that cunt…”
“Not me,” you corrected quietly. “You don’t wanna do that to me.”
“I do, I fucking do—I need you,” he cried, now squirming under your touch. From the way his balls kept twitching in your palm, you could tell he was close. “Can’t… can’t cum if it’s not in your pussy. Wasting my seed in those fucking hands…”
You watched as his whole bottom half was literally tensing up from the way he was holding back his orgasm. He was very serious.
I mean, this goes back to the severe lack of relief he gets during his ruts. He jerks off when it gets bad, but that feral side of his mind very much hates wasting his sperm on anything but someone’s cunt.
“Waste?” you repeated quietly, making sure to keep that heavy pressure on his length, and your fingers massaging his balls. “Keigo… it’s… it’s not a waste.”
He could only groan deeply in response, the muscles in his thighs twitching. You knew the words he wanted to hear, and the words he needed to hear.
“You’re… using me right now,” you looked at him as you spoke, your glasses fogging with how you’d started panting (along with how you’ve been sweating for a while now.) “Using my hands. They’re… making you feel good… y-you’re… claiming them.” you gave him a firm squeeze at the base of his cock.
“Aaah, shit, making those hands all mine… gonna fucking paint them,” he whimpered. You knew those words would do him good. That’s exactly what he needs now. He wants to fill someone up, and claim them as his. Mark them—mark his territory.
“P—…Paint me then,” your wet hands sped up into a frantic pace over his length. “Paint my skin and cum for me.”
He couldn’t hold back for another second. His hips gave an uncontrollable, violent buck into your palms—his wings stretching out behind him, as his tip shot his cum everywhere. The second rope hit directly onto your glasses lens, you could almost hear the heavy splat against your face.
The strong scent hit you even harder than that, almost like honey right from the comb. A wave of bittersweet, animal musk instantly coated the back of your throat. It was like you could taste it on your tongue.
Oh, wait. That’s because you were.
Fuck, when it hit your glasses you gasped and opened your mouth in shock just as more splurted out of him again. A thick, extremely warm jet shot straight past your lips, hitting the roof of your mouth. With a gooey texture, and a deep pheromone sweetness that you could feel go straight to your brain. It was almost hard to swallow. Because of course you swallowed.
The whole scene was extremely sloppy, and messy. Your hands hovered over your glasses as you heard him moan and completely empty himself in front of you.
When it got quiet, you slipped your glasses off of your face, looking at him.
A mess, as expected. His own seed was splattered over his chest and the couch, and your hands, and your glasses—and just a sliver remained on your top lip. Without thinking, you licked it off. Then you met his eyes.
Low lidded, until he looked toward your glasses, and your nervous face. He groaned long, his hand suddenly sliding down his torso, shuddering—and you watched as his limp cock lifted back to its hardened state. The same as it was when he first started touching himself. Possibly harder, actually.
“Haah…” you let out a breath, surprised by how quickly that happened. You knew he could get boners back quickly, but… hardly even fifteen seconds had passed.
He simply looked in your eyes as you watched his flesh engorge, his veins fat and pulsing down the shaft again.
Your hand rested on your own chest, feeling your slowing heartbeat. Your lids were low, and now without the distraction of trying to make him finish, you realized just how out of it you were.
Realizing how hot this room was, the way you were covered in sweat. More importantly, realizing the aching pulse you felt between your legs.
It was intense, and you could only sit back and try to process what the fuck just happened. What was happening.
Your hand went over your mouth, trying to cover the way you were panting. You couldn’t control the whimper that came after that.
Keigo suddenly growled, making your eyes snap to him. He was taking slow, deep breaths and staring at you with big eyes.
“Mmmh… You smell so fucking sweet,” he grumbled. “Need to claim that wet cunt.”
Your thighs clenched together hard, the sudden friction only making it impossible to ignore the throbbing in your pussy. You were completely vulnerable to him now.
Well, you’re the one who decided to help him in the first place.
You’re the only one who can, so…
You should probably do your job.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. i’m sort of obsessed with this concept… might write more with it… anyway thankyou for reading! all interactions are so very much appreciated :)) also, happy happy pride month!! 🤍🪽
I love the nijiku siblings
cw: smut // hook-up culture
Fuckboy Hawks! Who basks in the spotlight and the attention of pretty fangirls. He throws winks at them like they're his feathers, loving to watch them blush and squeal to their friends. He's young, rich and handsome—of course he's aware of how much of a catch he is.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who flirts with you at pro hero galas like you're already his. He's methodical about it and doesn't even try to hide that he has set his eyes on you the moment you walked through the door with that killer dress of yours. That high thigh slit in the fabric and the low cut neckline reveals skin he hasn't seen in your hero costume yet and he almost salivates at the sight alone.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who casually slides into the bar stool beside you, throwing you one of his endless charming smiles and orders a drink for you as well. (He remembers your favorite because you mentioned it once to a sidekick who offered to get refills last year.)
Fuckboy Hawks! Who is surprised that all his advances seem to be pointless when you keep being friendly and professional instead of reciprocating his flirtatious charm with your own and don't seek out physical contact more than necessary.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who's even more surprised to find you stopping him from leaving early when the usual hero drama and politics bored him endlessly. You grab him by the wrist with a small smile that makes your eyes crinkle and shine with intention.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who—despite his public image—isn't used to taking an actual girl home with him at all and sweats buckets as his shaky hands try to type in his door passcode. Of course he tries to overplay his nervousness with flirty compliments and awkward jokes.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who makes an embarrassing chirping sound in the back of his throat when you basically attack his lips with your own and press him into the sturdy hallway wall before he can even offer you a glass of water. His hands grip at your hips out of reflex before flinging them off like you'd burned him. Was he allowed to touch you like that already? He doesn't have any idea how these one night things are supposed to work...
Fuckboy Hawks! Who lets you take him over to the couch and watches you sink down to your knees while you fumble with the zipper of his pants. Oh, Lord! He thinks he might bust a nut just from the way your eyes greedily take in his cock and how your hands wrap around him.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who actually busts a nut as soon as your lips wrap around him and you suckle on his tip teasingly. He whimpers and has to squeeze his eyes shut, one arm thrown over his face while the other hand tangles in your hair.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who thinks he's blown all his chances with his longtime crush and is sure you must think he's a complete loser, but you just look at him with wide eyes and ask if he can do that again—to which he just gives a few tiny nods. He lasts longer this time around, giving you enough room to actually work along his shaft and the fun only ends when you take him to the hilt and your throat constricts in lewd gagging noises.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who's so enamored with you, that he doesn't even notice how he flips the situation like a coin and takes charge completely naturally despite being fairly inexperienced. He hoists you up into his lap, grinds you against his thighs until you're all wet and sticky for him and croons the whole time at how pretty you look like this.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who has you ride him through two more orgasms before both of you collapse against each other—chest to chest, red faced and sweaty from exhaustion and breathing so heavily one might think you just fought off a group of notorious villains.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who makes you promise to stay for breakfast the next morning, because he wants to try and eat you instead of waffles or bacon and eggs.
Fuckboy Hawks! Who isn't really a fuckboy at all when he carries you bridal style into his bedroom, places you carefully into the soft pillows and pulls up the covers before tucking you against his chest, his wings naturally engulfing you into a cocoon of warmth and safety.
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i keep dreaming of bakugo <3 he's so cutieful, it's funny tho cuz my girlfriend hates him she's so funny 🩷 they're opps
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Have you seen the goka rp blog?
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also using this (if anyone sees it) to let u guys know im gonna start working on drabbles n requests again i just took a lil break heh sowwy 😝
last night i had a dream where katsuki bakugo and i worked together as park keepers
