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May 11, 2022

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🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+**🔞🔞

⭑ pairing: Ex!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x f!reader ⭑ word count: 15.3K

⭑ cw/tw: running into your ex, alcohol consumption, Pro Hero Touya/Dabi, teasing/banter, fooling around with your ex's best friend, choking, nipple play, dry humping, degrading, fingering, praise, Touya answers a call on speaker, ex sex, slight quirk usage, oral, multiple orgasms, orgasm control/denial, biting, face fucking, wing play, daddy kink, possessive, breaking the headboard, non-consensual video recording

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**This fic is not intended for immature audiences. You must be 18 or older and mentally mature to enjoy. Don’t like, don’t read. The author is not responsible for your sense of comfort and your preferences. **

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Tag: @t-roki, @arozaur, @tokyomanjihoe

You should have never come to this party.

Fluorescent lights shined over the crystal chandelier above. An array of rainbows glittered over the room from the refraction of light on clear glass. The boisterous orchestra that was currently playing some nameless tune on stage that frankly made you want to smash a bottle over your head just to stay awake.

“Just put me out of my misery already.”

“Well you’re kind of an easy target if you're just going to sit at the bar all night.”

You jumped a bit at the response to your rhetorical request. A figure slid next to you at the bar, and you relaxed in the presence of your best friend who had not been standing next to you only a moment ago. Nursing the gin and tonic on the rocks that chilled your fingertips through the crystal glass cup you held, despite the burning warmth that flowed down your throat. You didn’t even bother to turn your head towards your friend who was leaning back on her forearms against the bar top. Probably looking out at the crowd before her, ever vigilant of her surroundings. Her satin red dress glittered against her warm, umber skin tone and you could tell it was clearly made to attract all of the attention to her figure, just how she likes it.

“If I had known you’d avoid the crowd I would have left you at home.”

She grumbled and you could detect the teasing lilt in her tone, but it didn’t make the fact of her words any less. Looking out at how the pros of Japan split themselves off into smaller factions, it felt like high school all over again. The deja vu of watching classmates split off into their respected cliques in the lunchroom made you snort as you took another sip of your drink.

“You did know.” You responded nonchalantly, failing to fight back the small smirk that made its way onto your face as you took another sip of your drink. “I told you that I wasn’t going to interact with anyone here. Too…” With your free hand you gestured around the room dismissively. “Peopley.”

Out of the corner of your eye you caught the amused raised eyebrow Rumi gave you. “Right… but, like, when was the last time you actually went out?”

Opting out of that question, you downed the rest of your glass, letting the cold liquid warm your body, and then raised a hand to get the bartender’s attention for another one. You knew the answer to her question, could remember the day like it was recent, but saying it out loud would just subject you to either further questioning or your best friend’s insistence on ‘getting out there again’ and quite frankly… you just didn’t care enough to try anymore. The only reason you were here was because you were promised drinks here. Even going as far as to pack a small overnight back and grabbing yourself one of the hotel rooms so you wouldn’t risk any trouble on the way back home. Of course Rumi had failed to mention the limit of the commission’s generosity of two drinks per hero, but you were a minor hero and knew that you would not be needed any time soon. So at the bar you sat and drank through your recent paycheck, if only to forget the memory of when you last were here.

After your failed relationship you had lost almost all will to interact with people more than necessary. It made you overwhelmed and agitated. Once upon a time you would have been found at almost every hero party that came around, always on the arm of your now ex-boyfriend, the number two hero. Those days feel like a lifetime ago now. Now you stood there in your little black, thigh length dress that had been sitting in the back of your closet. The neckline plunged so low that even you had to do a double take and second guess your choice when you had checked your appearance in the mirror before arriving.

“Go enjoy yourself, Ru.”

Vermillion eyes flashed with annoyance at you. “How am I supposed to enjoy myself when I know my best friend is still hung up on their ex?”

Gripping the new glass that was placed in front of you tightly between your hands. Trying not to imagine letting your irritation get the better of you and tossing the clear liquid into her beautifully tanned face. Though the sight of her snow-white hair sticking to her skin with ruined makeup running down her cheeks would quench that flash of irrational anger bubbling inside of you at her accusation, you had to remind yourself that glass actually hurts and that having some petty fight with your best friend wasn’t worth the consequences the next day from her or the tabloids. Instead you ran your finger over the rim of your cup. Around and around in a mesmerizing circle, using the cold of the glass to calm you.

“I’m not thinking about my ex.” A lie. Not a day has gone by that you hadn’t thought of him, but you would hold onto this lie until your dying breath. Trying to relax your stance, you turn around so you could actually look out at the crowd of heroes and sidekicks celebrating… who even knows anymore. “It’s been so long that I don’t even remember his name.”

Okay so maybe your last statement was laying it on a little thick and she knew it, but if it was up to you he would already have been forgotten. All of that wasted time together is just another memory gone up in smoke.

Seven months gone in one night.

“What do you want me to do?” Rumi could hear the irritation in your words, she knew she was pushing her luck with your already dwindling patience. “You want me to flirt with somebody else to prove I’m over what’s-his-face?”

You should have expected her next words, yet somehow they still took you by surprise.

“I think you just need to get laid, but that is a great idea! A great first step in really moving on.” Your snow-haired bunny friend nearly purred.

Dread licks its way up your spine at the thought, it’s forced back down to the oblivion it crawled out of for you to keep your disinterested expression. Were you ready for this step? Poking your tongue against the inside of your cheek, you took a small breath. Heart rate picking up a few beats as indignation clawed at your chest. Didn’t she know that two months was still too soon for anyone to have actually moved on? Your lips parted to give some quick witted response but closed again upon second thought. No, you had to stand your ground or face her insipid badgering for days to come.

She bumped her shoulder against yours, one of her usual attempts at trying to ease your distress. “How about I point someone out and if you’ve really moved on, like you say, you’ll have no issue going over and chatting.” That innocent smile on her face was out of place compared to the mischievous glint in ruby red eyes. “Deal?”

“Just chatting, right?”

This was a bad idea, and the playful sparkle in her eyes only confirmed what you already knew.

“Unless you make it more~”

“Buy my next double and you’ve got a deal.”

Such a shame that you happened to like bad decisions…

Especially when you’ve been drinking.

“Call ‘em.”

She threw her head back and laughed, calling over the bartender to serve you another glass of your preferred poison for the night. Your eyes scanned the room while she did that, trying to pinpoint who she might set her sights on before she did so maybe you could mentally prepare yourself for the embarrassment you were about to endure. It was a little difficult to keep your thoughts straight though when your mind was already slipping into a drunken haze. Though you suppose having three double shots will do that to anyone with a pulse and a less than decent tolerance level.

“Bingo~” The sing-song lilt of her voice made you shiver. It never meant anything good for you. Casually she lifted a manicured finger up and pointed just off to your left. “Him.”

You followed the direction she was pointing in, and your eyes widened in disbelief.

“No fucking way…”

You recognized the hero immediately, his piercing, iridescent blue eyes a dead giveaway to his family line. Well known among fellow pros as the one who was most likely to surpass his own father in the top ten at the rate he was going. If you remembered correctly, he had just as large a fanbase as your ex does. Of course, you also couldn’t forget that he was–

“Touya?” You asked in disbelief. She had to be joking with you. “As in my ex’s best friend Touya?” The pressure that had slowly been building in the back of your skull began to wrap itself around your head. Of all the people she could have picked here…

“Why not? You’re over the guy, right?” She shrugged at your incredulous expression, completely uncaring for your discomfort at the situation you were about to be put in. “Make him squirm, girl.”

The same way you were squirming? Rolling your eyes, you were aware that there was no point in arguing with Mirko when she had her mind set on something. Not in the slightest. You let out a defeated sigh before downing your refilled double shot in one go.

“If something happens, it’s your fault.” You hissed at her. Despite your words, Rumi knew there wasn’t a drop of venom in your tone.

“All bark.” She laughed and waved you off when you tried to pay your portion of the bar tab for the night. “When something happens, I’ll be waiting for a ‘thank you’ text.”

You just rolled your eyes, ignoring her rowdy laugh as you made your way across the ballroom. Navigating your way through the crowd with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘excuse me’ to the other heroes you walked past. For once you were thankful for your small stature, making it to your destination with little pushback. Though you froze at the edge of the crowd when you who else had decided to go speak with the cremation hero.

“Hey there, dove.”

Golden eyes cast their gaze on you. You found it funny how these eyes once held a familiar warmth in them that used to make you feel so comfortable and at peace and now those same eyes made you feel disgusting… Used. A doll meant to be cast aside after it had served its purpose. There was a cold shiver that trickled down your arms at the once affectionate pet name he greeted you with, but you were here on a mission, so you ignored the dull pang in your chest at the memories that were drugged back to the forefront of your mind.

“Ya need something?”

Refusing to meet his gaze, initially, you still responded despite your better judgment. “Not from you, Hawks, but if I’m ever about to fall off of a building I know who to call.”

Keigo Takami was a fairly laid back, confident hero, all things considered. Countless years of training with the Commission showed in the way he reacted to things both on and off the field. His crimson red wings were tucked in so as not to take as much space in the room, but you could still see the slight tremble of the smaller feathers towards the top. Always sensing everything in the room around him. Always prepared to act.

He was never prepared for you though.

Cocking your head to the side to give him an easy smile, hoping that it hid the cold pain that still lingered deep down, you let the slight fog of inebriation grant you some much needed courage. Brushing aside the stirring of butterflies in your stomach and the way your palms tingle from the smallest breeze. “I’m actually not here for you, but I can say that I’m honestly surprised to see you here.”

“I’d say the bigger surprise is seeing you here.” He countered with a lazy smirk that made you want to grit your teeth. “You always hated going out to events like this.”

“Not always.”

He was trying to get a reaction out of you. Those sharp, bright golden eyes observing every minute shift of your body and tic. The way your arms were crossed in front of your chest, how they pushed up your boobs that were already threatening to spill over the low bust of your black dress. There was a fleeting wonder if you had thought of him when you picked that dress, but he shook it off. You hadn’t spoken to each other in two months, and you had gone out of your way to make sure your work did not cross paths with him.

Touya finally cleared his throat to pull the winged hero from his thoughts. “Should I leave you two lovebirds to it or-”

“We’re not together.” You had quickly corrected him, missing the small tic in Keigo’s jaw at your knee-jerk response. “I actually wanted to talk to you, Touya.”

Blue eyes caught the small step forward that you took to the white-haired man and how you were clearly admiring the multiple piercings he sported on his face. A dimple piercing on either cheek, three studs on the right side of his nose, and multiple cartilage cuffs on either ear. It made you wonder where else he might have some piercings…

“Yeah? You sure it’s me you wanna have a chat with me, doll?”

“Absolutely.” You purred.

It wasn’t like you to be this bold, but the newfound confidence that caressed your skin and whispered promises of an eventful evening took hold of your focus. You knew without even passing a glance that your ex was watching you, wheels turning in that mind of his trying to understand what it was that you were trying to do. Everything about you was just too out of character though. Of this fact you were well aware of yourself, but the opportunity to make your ex jealous with his best friend was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Maybe somewhere private though? If you don’t mind.”

You noticed how Hawk’s wings expanded out for a fraction of a second in aggravation before he regained his composure. “Whatever you gotta say, I’m sure my buddy doesn’t mind-”

The blue-eyed man stepped in front of Keigo, cutting off whatever he was going to say with the biggest shit-eating grin you had ever seen. “I know the perfect place.”

With a basic half nod over his shoulder to the other man, Touya wordlessly signaled you to follow him to the exit. Maybe it was petty of you to do, but you couldn’t help giving a flirty wave to the winged man before following his friend out of the ballroom. The noisy chatter becomes muffled once the ballroom doors close behind you and suddenly it was quiet. Nothing but the click of your heels on marble and a single huff from the man in front of you to fill the void. Walking down the massive hallways, the butterflies in your stomach only grew in intensity as your mind raced with all of the possibilities of what could happen.

Almost like he could sense your anxiety beginning to bubble up inside of you, he spoke but a simple command. “Relax, sweetheart.”

Raising an eyebrow, the click of your heels increased in volume when you sped up your steps to walk next to him instead of behind him.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed.

“We’re just talking, right?”

A single audible gulp could be heard from you. “Yeah… Just talking.” Was the main hallway always this long when you walked in? The dull yellow of the lights on the wall seemed to blur into a singular line to guide your path. “So where exactly are we headed?” You asked nervously, nails scratching lightly at your forearms to ease the tremor in your bones.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and turned a corner quickly to pull you into an empty elevator that was just about to close its doors in your face. He chuckled at the squeak you let out, but still never answered your question. You tugged your lower lip between your teeth, running a free hand through your hair shakily.

What on earth had kind of mess had you got yourself into?

“What room?”

His question surprised you. “O-Oh! Uhh 29-B.”

The click of a button and the music softly playing through the elevator speakers was supposed to soothe you. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect. Stirring up your nerves even more and making your body heat up at the rampant thoughts that were pushing past the fog. Silent desires you had never spoken of even before you had met Keigo screaming at you to take what came and run with it. The digits of your free hand began to reach over to your wrist where his warm hand was still wrapped around your wrist but dropped back down to your side. There was somehow still a small voice of reason in the back of your mind trying to warn you about how wrong this was. Entertaining the idea of making a move on your ex’s best friend? You were letting your actions be governed by alcohol and a childish challenge. It wasn’t too late to back out and apologize. Too soon, though, did he let you go and take a step back, raking a hand through his spiked white hair, and turning on his heel so he was facing you. His eyes took in your slightly trembling frame and that playful air around dissipated immediately.

“Nervous?”

A shaky, singular laugh that sounded forced even to you escaped you at the question. “What gave me away?”

“Never struck me as the type to play such a dangerous game, princess.”

“And what game would that be?” The teasing air to his words coupled with the nickname made your jaw clench. “How do you know I didn’t actually want to just talk?”

Who was this person and what had they done to your mental filter?

“Because for one…” He took a single step back closer to you, making you take a single step back to keep the distance. “I recognize the way my name rolled off your tongue back there, beautiful. Blame it on the alcohol or whatever else you want, but I heard it and I gotta admit…” Another step forward, another step back. “It did something to me.” Another step and you could feel the cold metal wall behind you. “And for two…” Your hands gripped at the thin railing that served as a barrier between you and the wall. Not that the sight of you practically cornered like a little animal stopped him from pressing his body against yours. His pretty face leaned in so he could bring his lips to your ear, the warm breath that fanned over your skin made you shiver. “If you wanted to, you would have pushed me away by now.”

The two of you stood in tense silence, chest to chest, eyes locked onto each other He pulled back to look down at you as the elevator mechanism hummed in the background. He was a flame hero, just like his father, but unlike his father there wasn’t a judging coldness in his eyes. Touya has always been more… approachable, more relatable somehow. His blue and white flames were a stark contrast to his father’s red and orange. It was those same flames you saw in his gaze now, melting your trepidation to nothing. So lost in your daydreams that you barely registered his hand coming up at all until his thumb was gently tracing along your lower lip. Unthinkingly you parted your lips, allowing him to press his thumb against your tongue. Looking up at him you hoped he didn’t see the swirl of lust in your eyes when you closed your lips around his digit and greedily sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it when you sucked.

“Fuck me…” He hissed, the response making you rub your thighs together for some kind of friction to ease the warmth that pooled in your core.

Was this really happening?

“Can’t believe he was dumb enough to let you go.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a small pop, making you suck in an unsteady breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

“A loyal friend to him you are.” You muttered under your breath.

The ding of the elevator prompted him to step back again before the doors opened. “A loyal partner he was to you, right?” Touya stepped out of the elevator first, holding an arm out to keep the doors open for you. “You coming?”

You didn’t have the time to be surprised by his words. Standing in this now or never moment you needed to move quickly. So with a small nod you stepped out of the elevator, this time taking his hand and leading him down the hall to your hotel room. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering restlessly, adrenaline giving you a new high and brief alertness to your surroundings but also making your hands shake slightly as you retrieved your room key from your bra and tried to open the door.

“That’s kinda hot.” You heard him chuckle behind you, tossing up his hands in defense when you gave him a questioning glance. No sooner had you gotten the door open were you pushed inside and heard the door close behind you. “Last chance, doll.” His lips were at your ear again, one hand on your hip and the other brushing your hair to the side. “Say the word and I’ll leave right now like this never happened.”

You dared to lean back into him, relishing in the warmth of his body against your shivering frame. “And… And if I don’t…” You took an audible gulp, mouth dry from nervousness, before trying again to get the words out. “If I don’t stop you?”

Touya smirked, he was enjoying this side of you. He wondered if Keigo ever got to see this willing, submissive side of you. He was so used to the strong, bratty front you displayed that always had something to say that he could not deny the way his cock was already twitching in his pants now that you were in his grasp.

“Well, little one…” You sucked in a sharp breath when his teeth grazed along your jaw. The cold metal of his facial piercings scratching your cheek. “If you don’t stop me, I might just devour you.”

Turning in his hold to face him, you brought your hands up to cup his face. Looking into those explosive iridescent blue eyes that lay truth to his words just by the way he was staring at you for only a second before shutting your eyes and bringing his face down to crash his lips onto yours. You didn’t want to think about right or wrong right now. Didn’t want to think about the opinions of your ex if he were to find out or Rumi when you don’t come back. All that was in the forefront of your mind was the feel of Touya’s lips, softer than you expected them to be, against yours. Letting him guide you however he wanted, his tongue poking against your closed lips for entry. Trying to hold on to some semblance of stubbornness you giggled and kept your lips closed. Provoking a low growl from deep in his chest.

A hand on your neck made you gasp as your eyes shot open to look at the man before you, allowing him to force his way in. Lust darkened his eyes to an almost cobalt blue, but still that fire of his burned hot and bright. You moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering back closed even when he pushed your body to be pressed back into the wall. Letting him explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue, the pressure of his thumb and index finger pressing into the side of your neck so that you were panting for air. Air that he was already taking from you to replace it with his own. It was as if the fire that burned in him now burned in you and all you could think was that you had way too many clothes on. Much too soon did he pull away, making you whine from the lack of contact.

“Such a brat. Guess he was right about that, at least.”

You had to push past the lusty haze that pulled you under to process his words. His voice might as well have been underwater to you, but slowly they pushed through and suddenly you had to hold back your anger at him.

“What do you mean ‘he was right about that’?” You choked out, his hold on your neck having gotten a little tighter. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you tried to pull his hand off of you. Your short sighted, alcohol riddled mind demanded answers. “Touya-a. Let-Let go!”

He let out a resigned sigh, releasing your neck but gathering both of your wrists in his one hand to hold them above your head. “Don’t be like that.” He leaned in for another kiss, but you turned your head defiantly. “Look, a pretty face like yours and you don’t think birdbrain was gonna brag?”

“What did he say about me?”

“Does it matter anymore?” He challenged, using the thumb and index finger of his free hand to pinch your chin and turn your face towards him. “You’re with me now.”

Once again capturing your lips with his, you let him pull you under his spell. Releasing your chin, confident that you won’t push back anymore, he lets his fingers trace along your jaw and down your neck to your shoulder to pinch the thin strap of your dress off of your shoulder. The faint scent of smoke surrounds you when his body presses itself against yours. You could feel the imprint of his bulge against your thigh and all you could do was moan. You wanted to feel him so bad… Fuck maybe Rumi was right…

“Touya. Touya~” For a moment you had forgotten that your hands were restrained by one of his because you tugged desperately, back arching off the wall to push against him. “Want- I want-”

“What’s the matter, pretty?” He nipped at your jaw, lips curling up into a smirk at your whine. “Barely did anything and you’re like this.” Touya focused the heat of his quirk to the tips of his fingers holding your dress strap. The barely audible sizzle of heat on fabric the only indication of what he was doing. He reached up to hold your wrists with his other hand so he could apply the same treatment to your other strap. “Wonder how much I can get ya to beg for me.”

You scrunched your nose at the smokey odor that hit you. “Did you just burn my dress?”

“Only a little.” He shrugged, unashamed, before pulling the top of your dress and bra down to expose your tits to him. “Was getting impatient.”

“I really liked this dress…” You shot him a small glare, not a hint of malice in your eyes, and poked your lower lip out in a pout before parting them into a small ‘o’ when his teeth grazed one of your erect nipples. “Oh–”

“You talk too much.” He curled his tongue over your hardened buds before taking it between his lips and giving a harsh suck that had you arching your chest into him. Warm fingers toyed with your other nipple, brushing over the sensitive peak with his thumb before pinching and tugging gently at it. “So pretty…”

Drowning.

You were drowning in the heat that coiled in your belly. Jolts of arousal shooting up your spine every time his teeth would graze your sensitive skin. Your hips unconsciously bucking forward to press against his. Aching for some kind of friction to help ease the ache that was brewing there. You leaned your head back against the wall, sighing in relief when Touya forced one of his legs between yours and snapped his hips against yours to pin you to the wall.

“Don’t tell me shit-for-brains was your last fuck.” He chuckled, releasing your nipple with a pop before switching over to your other one. His hips grinding against yours, chuckling at the weak moan you let out when he happened to lift his leg higher so that you were desperately rutting against his thigh. “Desperate pup. Fuck.”

Touya felt like he was losing his mind feeling the warmth of your core on his leg. The way your hips moved back and forth, the little gasps that slipped out of you when your throbbing clit would catch on the material of your panties from your ministrations.

“A fucking bitch in heat, that’s what you are.” His hands came down on your hips, bunching the material of your dress to settle higher up your thighs. “Don’t even care that you’re about to make a mess on my pants do you?”

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about how needy you must look, eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach wound itself tighter and tighter with each roll of your hips over his thigh. The pleasure clouded your mind, made you uncaring of the consequences that could come. Your sole focus was chasing this high that inched closer and closer. Every whine and sigh that left your mouth made the man physically shake with need. He was trying so hard to hold back but he could feel the fluttering of your cunt through your panties, could feel the wetness dripping from your heat.

“Fucking slut.” Touya growled, stilling your hips with his hands and removing his leg from its place to make you whine in despair. You were so close! Tendrils of irritation licking at the corner of your conscious mind at your release being snatched away too soon. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You glared wordlessly at his beautiful face with that cocky side smirk. The alluring blue flames of his shone through his piercing gaze to illuminate all of your hidden desires, revealing every inch of you to him without having to strip you bare. It was a different form of intimacy staring into each other’s eyes that slowed the passing seconds. The grip on your hips loosened slightly, one of his hands slipping under your pleated dress to cup your sex. You flinched at the warmth of his index finger patting your sex through your soaked panties. The fluidity of time catching up to his suddenly hurried actions. Pinching your twitching clit to make you whimper, laughing at how your knees buckled knowing that if he wasn’t still holding your hip in one of his hands you would have crumpled to the floor.

“Hopeless little whore. You would let your ex’s best friend do this to you?”

You mewled at his words, hands grasping at his suit jacket to keep yourself standing upright as his fingers pinched the material of your underwear and pulled it to the side. Gathering the slick that was building up there and dragging two of his fingers along your slit up to your clit to rub slow circles.

“O-Oh fuck, Touya!” You choked out. “Please, please, please!”

“Sound so pretty saying my name like that. Tell me what you want, doll.” His low voice whispered in your ear. “Use your big girl words and beg for it. Beg me with that pretty voice.”

You bucked your hips trying to force his fingers to give you what you wanted so badly, he was steadfast though. Pulling his hand away as the tips of his fingers would prod at your entrance. His fingers felt so good rubbing your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you insane.

“Beg and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” You stubbornly shook your head, biting back a strangled moan when he teasingly slid two fingers into your dripping cunt just to the first knuckle and then removed them just as quickly. “Lemme hear that pretty voice.”

He did the same thing two, three more times. You were going to lose your mind at this rate. Your body begging to be filled by something, anything he’d give you right now. The release you had chased after earlier rushing back and then slipping away from his teasing. He knew you would give in.

“Fuck me, please Touya!” You mewled, hands gripping onto his shoulders and trying to pull him closer. “Please I can’t take it anymore! Need you. Need t’be filled. Please I need you!”

He leaned in to nip at your jaw with a faux innocent smile. “How could I possibly say no to such a sweet request like that?”

Your hips buck forward when he finally slips a single finger inside of you. His turquoise eyes watching the stuttered rise and fall of your chest as he pumps the single digit in and out of you, biting back a groan at how tight you are already. His free arm wrapping around your waist to keep you held against him. Your every gasp and shaky breath pulling him into a sort of trance. It was so easy to become addicted to you, to the noises you made because of him, to the way your body felt against his.

“Can’t believe he had such a tight, perfect pussy like this and fucked it up.”

His words were forced through gritted teeth as he slipped another digit inside of you. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you was lewd. Your juices already dripping down his wrist as he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion in search of your soft spot. The way you clamped down on his fingers had him humping at your leg like a prepubescent teen virgin, but he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed. Not when he finally found what he was looking for. Each thrust of his fingers pressing against it pulling cries of his name like a mantra. Touya’s name sounded like pure sin on your tongue. Your gummy walls fluttered around him, your hips jerking forward to get yourself off when his palm pressed itself against your clit for added stimulation.

“That’s it, pretty girl. That’s fucking it.” He choked out a laugh. “Get yourself on my fingers like the fucking slut you are!”

“God- Fuck!”

“Nuh uh.” He pressed his forehead to yours, slowing his actions a bit to make sure you heard every word of what he had to say next. “There’s no god here. Just. Me.”

His mouth slotted itself against yours to swallow your high pitched keen when he sped up again. He could probably cum just like this. Your helpless body chasing after your high, nails digging into his skin through his shirt and jacket. So desperate and perfect. He couldn’t wait any longer to see what your face looked like in pure bliss.

That was when a sharp chirp went off in his back pocket. The hissed curse he let out at the annoying ringtone of his phone. Whoever was calling really had the worst timing in the universe.

“Hold on, doll.” Touya murmured against your lips, ignoring your whines when he let go of your waist to grab his phone from his back pocket. “Of fucking course.”

You tried to look over at his phone to see who it was, but Touya just pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before flashing that wicked grin of eyes with eyes that screamed trouble.

“Try to stay quiet, okay beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to ask him why, but his fingers picked up their pace inside of you again, making your knees buckle and threaten to give out when he answered his phone on speaker.

"What do you want, birdbrain?"

You bit back a gasp, glaring at the white-haired male, but failing to keep your gaze as he ground the heel of his palm against your sensitive bud. His tone was so casual that you were sure there was no way your ex would know what was going on as long as they couldn’t hear the lewd squelching of your juices on his best friend’s hand.

"Hey man your dad is looking for you."

"So? A little busy here." Touya winked at you before turning his focus to his phone.

"He said it was urgent but that his calls were going to voicemail? Something about your mom."

"Shit.” You couldn’t tell if he was cursing at what his friend just said or because you clamped down, squeezing his hands between your thighs. That coil in your core winding tighter and tighter much faster than before knowing that your ex could possibly hear what his friend was doing to you. What you were letting him do to you. Scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, you dropped your head on his chest and grit your teeth in an effort to stay as quiet as you could, but it felt so good. “Alright, tell him I'll be there in 2 minutes."

"You still talking to her?” You heard Keigo ask incredulously. “Where did you guys even go?"

"Yeah... Still ‘talking’."

One last curl of his fingers inside of you against your soft spot had your mouth dropping and a gasp slipping past your lips as the coil finally snapped. Eyes rolled back into your head, your cunt spasming around his fingers. It took everything in him not to hang up on Hawks right then and there, his family be damned, because that hooded, fucked out expression on your face is just too addicting to only see once.

"What was that?"

"Nothing.” Touya responded quickly. “Little one thought she saw a mouse or something." Your head feels like it’s spinning from the force of your orgasm. Small tremors working their way down your spine. Stomach still clenching from the aftershock. "Just tell the old fart I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Without waiting for a response he hangs up, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick them clean. He groaned at the taste. "Sweet.”

"Touya..."

“As much as I'd love to leave a little something of me inside of you, you heard the bastard." He helped you over to the bed, chuckling at how much you reminded him of a baby doe learning to stand for the first time. It was cute, but what he wouldn’t give to make those legs of yours completely useless. He shook his head to clear the thought from his mind though. "You got my number, right little one?"

Once you were situated he turned to check himself in the full-length hotel mirror in front of your bed, eyes never leaving your form from the mirror. You shook your head shyly, knowing that after your breakup with Keigo you had deleted Touya’s number to avoid the temptation to reach out and ask about your ex. You’d definitely made a lot of progress between then and now.

“I should’ve known.” The flame hero sighed and gave up straightening out his clothes. Thankfully the wet spot on his leg would be easy enough to hide on the black material of his dress pants. He leaned down, his hands on either side of your head on the pillow and kissed you. A searing kiss that stole the very breath from your lungs and made you dizzy from the sensation. It wasn’t until he pulled away and flashed you a cocky smirk did you realize that he had slipped your panties off of you at some point in the kiss, holding them up like they were a prize he had just collected. You reached up for them but moved out of your reach and grabbed the notepad that sat on the hotel desk to his right and the complimentary pen next to it to scribble his number down for you. "Call me when you're a little more sober if you wanna continue this, yeah?"

“Touya you-”

“Yeah.” He cut you off, tucking your underwear in his pocket. “You’ll get it back when you call me, doll.”

You blinked those wide doe eyes at him, taking in the upward curve of his lips and mentally noting how this smile was somehow different from all of the other ones he had given you in the past. You nodded your head without a real thought to spare in that brain of yours except for how beautiful Touya was with that genuine, toothy grin of his.

Wait… That was it. That’s what was different.

He headed out the door without waiting for a verbal response and it took you a moment to catch your breath. Everything had seemed to happen so quickly. Your cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment at how easily you gave in to him, you didn’t even give it up that quickly to Keigo when you two had first started dating.

Keigo…

Had he heard everything? You know he heard your gasp, but hopefully he didn’t figure out the cause… Wait, what did you care if he found out? You were single so you were allowed to do whatever you wanted. Even through the full throbbing in your skull and post orgasm bliss that wrapped itself around your being, you had some semblance of consciousness to make your own decisions tonight. More than you had expected yourself to have after that many shots. Damn… you could feel that pooling heart building up again inside of you… You just knew he had to bigger than Hawks.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. Three firm knocks that have you trying to straighten your disheveled appearance as best as you could, pulling up what remained of your dress to cover your chest before walking over on shaky legs to the door.

“‘M coming.” You called towards the door, the soft carpet of the hotel floor under your bare feet. Scratching at the back of your head, you raised a curious eyebrow at the door and reached out for the cold metal of the door handle before pulling it open. “What could you have possibly forgotten in the ten seconds since you left, Touya?”

“Touya, huh?”

Tired eyes snapping wide open to look at the blonde who stood in your doorway. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, his hand shot out to wrap around your neck. The action making you gasp for air in his tight hold as he walked forward, forcing you backward.

“Of fucking course he was here.”

Keigo’s golden eyes roved your body, fully taking in your disheveled appearance for the first time. His jaw clenched tightly in irritation at the thoughts that ran rampant in his mind. His best friend’s hand skimming over your body, the obvious burned ends of your fallen dress straps, touching what belongs to him.

“It only makes sense, I guess.”

“What-” You squirmed under his gaze, the intensity of his stare had your hands shaking when they wrapped around his wrist and tried to pull him off of you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His eyes flickered to yours for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to let the shame wash over you and sober your mind. Rage, lust, and some unrecognizable emotion flashed across his face before rage settled in his muscles, fueling his actions. Your weak grasping at his forearm for release did nothing. He forced you against the wall, the air knocked out of your lungs with a huff.

“Did you enjoy it?” Keigo asked, his voice no more than a low rumble from deep in his chest.

You should be embarrassed at how your cunt clenched around nothing at the jealousy hinted in his tone, but all you could do was focus on his lips inching closer to yours until you could smell the alcohol on his breath. So close that it made your mouth water. The way his tongue licked across his lower lip, you knew it was wrong to feel this physical pull towards him. You should hate him for what he did to you, but you still remembered him. All the ways he used to make you scream, the ways he would make you sing and lose yourself from the world.

“Well?” He ducked his head so that his teeth were grazing your neck. “Answer me, baby bird.”

“I-”

What were just about to say? It was so hard to stay focused when he was kissing along your jaw, his free hand skimming over your dress. A lingering touch that trailed down to just above your core before drifting to the side to settle on your hips. Burning you through your clothes and sparking a sense of need in your system for more. There had always been something about Keigo always seemed to make you lose your grip on reality. You had once tried to describe it to your friends as… magic. How his touch could soothe your racing your heart, how his lips could pull your deepest thoughts from the recess of your mind.

He nipped at your neck to bring your focus back to him, impatience building in his system as he awaited your answer. “You?” He prompted.

“And if I say ‘yes’?” The words sounded forced as they came out of you, your nails digging deeper into his arm through the suit jacket.

“Wrong answer.” Keigo growled low before slamming his lips against yours.

A million fireworks going off inside of you at the feel of his lips against yours. Months of trying to forget him and yet it only took a second for all of the pain and overwhelming love to come rushing back full force as if they had never left to begin with. You felt like you were struggling for air at the pressure that sat on your chest, his hand still on your throat but slowly loosening its hold. Every nerve in your body screamed for him, muscles aching as you held yourself back from wrapping your arms around him and letting yourself fall into his arms like you had imagined yourself doing in the first two months of your breakup. Wishing he had chased after you and begged you for a second chance instead of letting you walk away like he did.

“Fuck I missed you.” He groaned into your mouth, moving his hand off of your neck to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck. Tugging at it to pull your head back, he nipped at the shell of your ear. “Tell me you missed me.” He rasped in your ear.

It made your heart squeeze and knees tremble at the semi broken sound of his voice. Was it tears or sweat that dripped down your cheeks? You didn’t dare to open your eyes and look at him. Reaching out to hold onto his shoulders instead. The hand on your hip dragging down over the skin of your thigh. You felt the brush of his feathers trembling against your knuckles as they bowed inward, reacting to the emotions he tried to hide. You didn’t get to focus on that long though. His hand cupping the back of your knee and forcing your leg up to wrap around his waist.

“Say it.”

You gasped, but complied, knowing it was the truth anyways. “I missed you…”

He swore you could hear the too loud beating of his heart against his chest, like it could wordlessly express how you still affected him. How your very presence, or even a photo of you in some cases, would leave him tongue tied and faint for what used to be.

A hiss escaped him though when his clothed erection pressed against your bare heat. The way you ground your hips against his had him completely uncaring of the fact that your slick was staining his dress pants. No, all he could focus on was the way you leaned your head back against the wall, the stray tears that fell down your cheeks, and the little gasps the fell off your tongue. You had always been the most beautiful thing in the world to him and he knew he had no right to be here with you, your body pressed against his as fingers play you like a fine-tuned instrument to make the sweetest sounds he had ever had the pleasure of hearing.

“Naughty girl…” Keigo chuckled, trying not to let the effect you had on him show, reaching back to pluck one of his smaller feathers from his wings. “No panties?”

He didn’t let you respond, tugging your lower lip between his teeth with a small smirk while he used the smaller feather to cut slowly along the side of the dress you wore. Not enough for it to fall off, but it would make it easier when the time came. It had always been his favorite and he was trying not to think about what you and Touya had been up to just moments ago. You futilely bucked your hips for some kind of friction, fueled only by carnal need instead of conscious thought.

“Did he leave you unsatisfied? Or are you just that much of a slut?”

“Ngh…. Keigo, please.”

He couldn’t help bucking his hips against yours, his possessive instinct demanding he claim you as his again in the most primal way possible. Though the urge to skip all of the foreplay was strong, he needed to hear you beg for him. Needed to hear that you still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. “I didn’t think it had been that long. Pretty girl forgot how to answer basic questions suddenly?”

You let out a low groan at the friction on your clit from the material of his slacks. The pressure of his thrusts paired with the way your throbbing clit was getting the stimulation it craved began to pull at the knot in your core.

“Oh my fuck Keigo shut up already!”

He wasn’t expecting your words or the sudden rage it flared in him when you said it. His hands held your hips against the wall to still your actions, making you whine at the loss of friction.

“Looks like someone forgot their place.”

Your eyes snapped open and narrowed their gaze at him, hand reaching out to grab a fistful of his feathers and making his knees buckle from the action.

“Shit! What-”

You let your fingers smooth out the feathers you had grasped and slowly caress every feather in your reach. The glossy haze in your eyes clearing out as you watched him squirm from your actions. “You listen to me, bird brain.” Your voice was low as you leaned towards him. Lowering your leg from his waist, you pushed against his chest with your free hand matching his every step backward with a step forward. “It sounds like you forgot your place.”

With a single shove, he fell backwards onto the bed you had been laying on earlier. Propping himself up on his forearms, wide golden eyes watching you for your next move. There was a certain power that flowed through your body at the sight of him caught off guard like this. Knowing that you were probably the only person to ever see him in such a compromising position, it made your mouth water at the possibilities laid out before you.

“Let’s not forget that you were the one who cheated on me. Not the other way around.” Taking a deep breath, you crossed your arms over your chest to try and have some restraint. Though you wanted nothing more than to ride him until you forgot all about his disloyalty, letting his pretty words wrap in you in the false comfort they offered while you pretended that, at least for the night, nothing had changed between you two, you needed to stand your ground. “So if anyone should be begging for anything, you should be begging me for my forgiveness.”

There was a pregnant pause that filled the air with a tense silence. You could almost imagine the gears in his head spinning wildly to process what you had just said. The slow burning pool of arousal still settled itself in the pit of your stomach, but you tried to turn your focus to anything else that you could. The subtle trembling of your body from standing your ground, the buzzing of the hotel room air conditioner that was running in the background, the shiver that ran up your spine. Anything other than the delicious way Keigo had spread his legs when he fell back on the bed, almost like he was inviting you to stand between them, or the way his hand came up to card through his hair as he took in a single breath, holding it for a few seconds, before finally exhaling.

“You’re right.” The shock almost showed itself on your face, but you remained neutral. He waited a couple of seconds before continuing. “I fucked up, I know.” He averted your gaze, chuckling nervously. “I should be on my knees begging you to hear me out. I should have chased you all those months ago and fought for another chance.”

“You let me go.” You whispered.

Keigo’s eyes locked onto yours again with an intensity you had only seen when he was working. “I know. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“You don’t.” You took a step forward, trying to ignore the growing ache between your thighs.

“What can I do?”

“You’re asking?”

“I’m begging.”

Your breath caught in your throat from his statement, slick leaking from your core down your thighs in anticipation. All of the possibilities in the world and you could only respond with-

“Take off your pants.”

Keigo smirked at you, opening his mouth as if to give some snarky reply but instead just nodded and began to strip himself of his slacks. Pulling his phone from his pocket and waving it in your face.

“You mind if I put this somewhere?”

Shaking your head, you waved him off dismissively. “You can put it on the nightstand over there.”

You raked a hand nervously through your hair, glancing at him when he reached over to the small table and fidgeted with something on his phone. You couldn’t help but admire the scars that littered his body. Remnants of battles where he came in close contact. Memories of nights where you would trace the scars while carving your own into his back with your nails flashed across your mind. Turning your head in embarrassment, you fidgeted with your own dress, contemplating slipping what remained of the tattered garment off of your body. It was already hanging on by a thread from him cutting into it already.

“Need some help?”

His voice was soft, like he was trying not to frighten you. You shook your head, reaching for the tear on the side and ripping it further apart until the dress slipped off your body with ease. Trying to ignore the blush that now painted your cheeks and the tips of your ears, you tried to cover your chest from his eyes, but his hand reached out to stop you.

“You don’t have to hide from me.”

You blinked a few times at him, your mind trying to come back to the present time again. Glancing down you saw that he had done what you asked, and you almost choked on your own spit. It had been long enough that you almost forgot how big he was and now you were mentally correcting yourself. Maybe he did have Touya beat…

“Something wrong?” The smirk in his voice was evident, even when you weren’t looking at him.

“Shut up and move back.” You barked at him, trying to hold onto your anger and control. He wasn’t allowed to win, not now.

“Yes ma’am.”

The soft rustling of the bed sheets under his body weight when he adjusted himself higher up gave you pause. Second guessing what you were about to do, but when your knee touched the soft silk of the covers on the bed your confidence returned. A small voice in your mind encouraging you to take charge with him, to do everything in your power to make him beg.

He fucked up.

He let you go.

He was the one who needed to atone.

So why shouldn’t you have your fun with it? Consequences be damned. As you settled yourself over him, your legs on either side of his waist straddling him you knew that whatever came would be future you’s problem. Keigo was sitting up, leaned back on the heels of his hand watching you situate yourself against him.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever I want.” You flashed him a sickly-sweet smile that, to your pleasure, made his Adam’s apple bob nervously when he swallowed. “Lay down for me, pretty bird.”

Keigo reached back for the pillows you had used earlier and situated them so he could lean back comfortably without hurting his crimson wings. You reached out again for the beautiful feathers on his back, pinching one between your fingers and watching his jaw clench as he tried to maintain his composure to your actions. With your other hand you reached down to wrap around his cock loosely, giving it slow strokes and occasionally dragging the edge of your manicured nail along the vein on the underside of it to watch his mouth fall slack and eyes drop to half-mast.

“Still so sensitive, Keigo.” You cooed. “Your little whores not taking care of you?”

A soft moan reached your ears and your eyes rolled back at the sound. You had missed it so much and all you wanted to do was pull more sounds out of this infuriatingly, gorgeous man. All you saw was red when his feathers fluffed up, stretching out and then curling back into themselves in shuddering jerks.

“Don’t-” He grit his teeth to fight back a groan of pleasure, hands curling and uncurling on the sheets under him when you brushed your thumb over his tip. “Don’t have- There’s no one else.”

You give him a few more lazy strokes of his cock before pulling away, your other hand still caressing his wings, smoothing some of the more puffed out feathers back into place. Shifting yourself a little higher on his body, you suck in a breath when your clit catches on his engorged tip.

“No?” You could feel your slick coating every inch of the underside of his cock, the weight of you pressing his cock flat against his stomach. Hips rocking back and forth slowly, small gasps that you tried to swallow back. “Not even what’s-her-name?”

“Fuck!” Keigo’s hands gripped at your hips as if to still you, but he never did. Fingers digging into the soft give of your skin. “Never gonna let that go, are you?”

Pressing a hand down on his chest, you narrowed your eyes at him, stilling your movements for a second to pull a whine out of him. “Answer the question.”

Hawk’s breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling under your palm. “No one else.” He repeated.

“Good boy.”

With a smirk you began to move again, letting your head loll back from the pleasure that surged through you every time you angled your thrusts just right. After a few seconds you established a steady rhythm, your combined moans and muttered curses filling the room. Your movements became a bit more sporadic the tighter the coil was wound inside of you.

“Yes, shit! Use me, baby. Fuck.” His back arched, balls drawn tight as he felt his own release inching closer and closer. Keigo brushed his thumb over your clit, and you swore you could see stars as your orgasm hit you harder than a truck. “That’s a good girl, a good fucking girl. Cumming over my cock like that.”

He continued his actions, the hand on your hip forcing you to keep rocking back and forth over him while his thumb circled your sensitive clit that throbbed under the pad of his finger. Your cunt fluttering against him, he was moaning so loudly, desperate to feel your heat wrap around him so he could get lost in you.

“Do you ever shut up?” Your body trembled and you placed both hands on his chest, mustering the little strength you had at the moment to keep yourself upright. “Noisy fucker.”

“Only for you, babe.” He breathed out. “All for you.” In your exhaustion you almost didn’t notice the way he was pulling you higher, canting his hips so that when he thrust up his tip would slide against your wet folds. “Lemme fuck you. Wanna fuck this pretty pussy. Make it all-” Another thrust up to make you whimper. “Make you feel good. Wanna make you feel good.”

It would have been so easy to just give in and let him fuck you. Let him fill you in a way that would punch the air from your lungs and satisfy that unbearable need that had only grown worse as time went on. “No.” You rasped out, the word forced out of your mouth as if someone had scraped it over burning coals. “No, stop. Stop.”

Removing yourself from his lap, you crawled off of the bed until your feet touched the ground. The change in position bringing back a second of clarity to your muddled mind. Still you couldn’t take your eyes off his hard cock that twitched under your gaze. He had been so close to finding his release, all of the tell-tale signs were there, but you couldn’t let him get what he wanted that easily.

Or maybe…

Maybe you were tired of playing this game already. Tired of denying yourself what you wanted right now. You wanted to get fucked, you wanted him, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get exactly what you deserved when it was right here on a silver platter for you.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You commanded, taking a step backward to keep a small bit of distance between you two, not that it would matter in a moment.

“You always did know how to romance a guy.”

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you fought back the urge to giggle at his sarcastic tone. Watching him settle himself on the edge, you slowly got down on your knees before him, ignoring the wide-eyed stare he was giving you. Your focus was on him, on his cock that shined with your arousal on it while his weeping tip was leaking pre. You heard the nervous gulp he took when you wrapped your hand around his length to stroke him slowly and smear the mix of his pre and your arousal on him. Leaning in you gave a couple kitten licks and groaned at the salty taste of him on your tongue. The taste bringing that bubbling heat back into your core and urging you forward.

“Baby bird I-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, already wrapping your lips around him, slowly lowering your head to take as much of him as you could. When you stopped halfway you couldn’t help but smile at the groan he let out. His hands tangling themselves in your hair, making little effort to force you further down though the trembling in his thighs told you that was exactly what he wanted to do.

“Being such a damn brat.”

You let out a little hum that vibrated through him, making his back straighten and mouth drop to let out a strangled gasp. His grip on your hair tightened unconsciously, and the pain only intensified the pleasure you were feeling as his broken whimpers and moans flowed like honey from his lips. Bobbing your head up and down his cock you only had one thought: more, more, more. You wanted more of his moans, more of his taste. The weight of him dragging along your tongue had your eyes rolling back and letting out a moan of your own.

A haze of red filled your vision when he spread out his wings behind him briefly before tucking them back in when you tested your gag reflex by pushing a little further so he was touching the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck oh fuck!”

You repeated the same motion, never pushing past that point to keep him on the edge. Every time his cock would twitch in your mouth to indicate he was close to his release you would slow down and remove your hand that had been stroking what didn’t fit in your mouth. The response was always the same: a muttered curse, a twitch of his fingers against your scalp, and a broken whine to keep going because he was so close.

You must have done that a few times too many though because suddenly Keigo was forcing your head down. A choked garble of unintelligible words coming from you as your eyes shot open and your hands held to his thighs. Nails digging crescent moons into his alabaster skin while the dark blonde tuft of curly hair at his base tickled your nose. Despite your attempts to pull away he held you in place, chuckling at the sight of you struggling against him.

“I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.” Voice low and husky, breathless at the way you looked up at him with those tears welling up in your eyes.

He would never understand how you could literally have his entire cock down your throat and still look so innocent, but it made the feral side of his mind go wild. Keeping a tight grip, he guided you up and down his length. The lewd sounds you made every time he pressed your face to his pelvis along with the feel of your throat constricting around him had him damn near cumming on the spot. Oh how he wanted to rip you off of him and fuck you senseless, leave you unable to walk tomorrow… and he would. For now though, you had had your fun with him, and it was time for him to teach you a lesson.

“I let you be in charge for a moment, beautiful. Ha-ah!” Keigo knew he couldn’t force you into a faster pace but he sure as hell could hold you where he needed you so he could buck his hips forward. You let out a particularly loud whine that sounded almost like his name and just the vibration of it shot a jolt of arousal up his spine like he had been struck by lightning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Do that again.” Every word he spoke sounded forced, strained. His teeth clenched tight and eyes screwed shut the faster he thrusted, pulling you in so you could meet each thrust up halfway. “Moan my name. Do it. Fucking do it again.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, spit already dripping out the side of your mouth every time you sputtered around him. He was being so rough with you, your throat already sore from all of the abuse it was enduring, but it only turned you on even more. Did that make you sick in the head? To be enjoying yourself to the point that you were almost certain you could cum untouched like this? You didn’t care. Letting out a high-pitched whine that you could feel vibrating from where your throat met your jaw, you didn’t argue his request because you knew it would give you what you wanted. His pace quickened, his voice climbing higher and higher, and the coil in your stomach winding ever so tightly that it bordered on painful to be so close to the edge.

“Touch yourself.” Hawks sputtered. “Touch yourself and cum with me because I-I’m gonna- gonna cum so hard down your throat.”

One hand releasing its hold on his leg to slither down your body until the tips of your fingers nudged your swollen clit. The touch made your body jolt, but you pushed past it, circling the sensitive bud in slow circles to draw out muffled moans around his cock.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Fuck- Baby just like that. Just like that.” He was practically babbling at this point, your jaw aching at the prolonged stretch. “Fuck- I’m cumming. Cumming! Come with me, baby, come with me- fuck!”

Your fingers sped up to match his pace, the string inside of you finally snapping at the same time his hips stuttered and his release was pushed down your throat. Every attempt to swallow felt forced from your body convulsing under the force of your own orgasm. Your vision began to blur, and you vaguely registered his hand releasing your head, instead cupping your face to pull you off of him.

“Look at you.” He murmured, tilting your head up to look at him through your hooded eyes. “Show me your tongue. Show me.”

Your body felt light, weightless almost, tongue lolling out and lips parting to show him what he was asking for.

“That’s my good girl. Swallowing every last drop like the little cum dump you are.”

The whine you let out at his words made his smirk grow wider at the sound. He pulled you up, careful to catch you when your knees buckled under your weight. It felt like you were drunk though you knew you weren’t. Your ex helped you onto the bed, fingers trailing down the expanse of your body laid bare before him. For a moment all he could do was stare down at you. Admire the already fucked out expression you wore on your face, the subtle rise and fall of your chest while you tried to catch your breath, the soft tremble of your body from yet another orgasm. It had him licking his lips in anticipation for your taste, something he had been craving since he saw you in that black dress in the hotel ballroom earlier this evening. Could practically taste you on his tongue when he heard your moans through your hotel door when Touya was in here earlier.

Touya…

“Show me the side of you that no one else gets to see, okay beautiful?” He whispered, thumb tracing the bottom of your lip before tugging on it gently. “Wanna see that pretty cum face when I eat you out.”

Leaning down, his breath was so warm as it blew over your chilled skin that was now covered in a thin layer of sweat despite the AC running. Every inch of you felt as if it were attached to a live wire, his tongue darting out to flick across your pebbled nipple had your back arching off of the bed with a gasp. One of his hands dragged his blunt nails down your side and over your pelvis until his thumb was swiping across your poor clit. The little nub so sensitive that even the slightest touch had you trying to squirm away from him.

“Why are you running?”

He laughed, the sound was so lighthearted and in the moment it captivated you. Bringing back memories of brighter days where you would sit next to him on some random roof and throw your head back to laugh at whatever corny joke he had told you.

Thick fingers slipping between your soaked folds brought you back to the present. “Come on, pretty. You gonna show it to me?” He teased a single digit inside of you, only sinking to the first knuckle and biting back a moan at how tight you still were. “How are you still so tight? Fuck.” Pushing past the tight ring of muscle, he sunk his finger completely inside of you, smiling at how your hands shot into his hair, unsure of whether you wanted him closer or not to you. “This is all for me. All mine. No one else gets to see this side of you.” He murmurs against your skin, tracing his nose along your collarbone. “No one else gets to see you submit so willingly. Fuck I missed this. Missed you.”

Hawks wrapped his lips around your pert nipple. Alternating between grazing his teeth over it and flicking his tongue across it to pull a myriad of moans and gasps from you. The sound of your voice making him drunk off the sensation it awoke in him. The warmth that bubbled up inside of his stomach and flowed through his veins. Thrusting his finger in and out of you, enjoying the feel of your gummy walls clamping down on the single digit.

In all honesty, he had instantly regretted his actions after he did it, no excuse in the world to justify what he had done to you. His chest ached and every morning without you made him more numb, empty. Just a tool to be used at the whim of his superiors. With you though, here and now? Keigo had never felt more alive, more at peace despite the inner turmoil that was brewing inside of him from the knowledge that you had been so willing to let someone else fuck you moments ago.

“Not- Ah! Not even Touya?” You choked out, unable to help yourself as you smirked at him, a hint of rebellion and mischief gleaming in your eyes knowing it would get a rise out of the pro hero.

He released your breast with a pop, eyes flashing dangerously at you at the mention of his name. “Especially not him.”

Keigo had full intention of going slow and making you cry his name, like his own personal siren call, but at the mention of his traitor friend he began to grow impatient. Leaning into your neck to nip at the skin, pulling his finger out to the first knuckle before adding a second finger and pushing it back in. You let out labored gasps of ‘fuck’ and ‘more’ and it only fueled his hunger. Finding your pulse point, he bit down on it at the same time he curled his fingers so the pads of them could press against that soft spot that he knew so well, smirking inwardly over the fact that he could still find it so quickly. He paired the pleasure he knew was rushing through your body with the added stimulation of the heel of his palm grinding against your clit. Your reaction was instantaneous.

“Keigo! Keigo- ah- w-wait wait wait!”

“No no no.” He cooed in your ear. “You wanna be a little brat and get daddy all riled up? You gotta suffer the consequences now.”

In and out. In and out. The lewd squelching of your cunt against his fingers made his mouth water. He needed to taste you now. Needed you on his tongue. So he shifted lower on your body, placing soft kisses along the way to his prize. Only stopping when he was eye level with your fluttering pink cunt.

“Fucking hell, you are a sight for sore eyes.”

The way you stretched around his fingers, already shiny with your slick even as more oozed out of you. He knew how embarrassed you got when he just watched your walls contract and flutter in an uneven pattern, trying to suck him in further. Your body betraying your mind’s desperate pleas for some sort of break from him. All that left you were strangled mewls of his name though and weak pushes at his head that only made him chuckle. Gently he moved his palm from your clit so he could lean in and kiss it, satisfied by the way you squirmed. So sensitive, not that he could really say anything himself since he was also still sensitive. The soft material of the bed sheets made him hiss when it brushed against his semi-hard cock, but he ignored it in favor for focusing on you.

His fingers never slowed their pace, dilated eyes looking up at you the closer his lips got to your core. For someone known as ‘the man too fast for his own good’ he was moving achingly slow right now. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words died on your tongue when his tongue flicked over your clit, lips wrapping around it and giving a particularly harsh suck that had your back bowing off the bed. Keigo thought you were the most beautiful thing in his eyes, your body reacting in all of the right ways to every touch of his fingers or passing of his lips over you. Your moans like well practiced orchestra, cries of his name sweeter than any angel’s chorus.

Tongue dipping into your dripping hole over his fingers, he moaned when your taste finally touched his tastebuds. If living without you had been his personal hell, your juices were the ambrosia that would bring him back to life. You had hoped that as time went on you would gain some sort of immunity to the red winged hero’s charm and skill, or that maybe his skill was something you had imagined since he had been your first in all aspects. Here, right now with him situating one of your legs on his shoulder so he could get closer and borough his tongue deeper inside of your cunt as if he may die if he ever had to leave this spot again, you thought that maybe you weren’t imagining it. Maybe Hawks was really that good at what he does. Nothing but loud slurping mixed with your combined moans and mewls surrounded you two. It was almost too much, you could barely keep your vision straight from how he ate you out like a man starved.

“Oh oh, Hawks right- right there!” Each word rising higher in octave when he spread his fingers inside of you to then add a third digit. All three of them now curled and abusing your sweet spot, working in tandem with his tongue flattening itself over your clit and then flicking over the bundle of nerves. “Hawks- Hawks I-”

“Keigo.”

His actions didn’t stop but the low timbre of his voice made your head snap up to look at him.

“Do I need to spell it for you?” He pulled away to look at you with a raised eyebrow, your juices covering the lower half of his face.

If ‘the lights are on but nobody's home’ was a person, Keigo would say that was you right now. Watching your eyes come in and out of focus, barely able to keep your head up. He watched your head fall back with a loud moan that went straight to his cock when he delved back into your sopping core. You had called him by his Hero name, a name everyone in the public called him, not his actual name that sounded so much prettier coming from your lips. He would have to make sure you didn’t make that mistake again.

Keigo used his tongue to spell out the letters of his full name, putting extra emphasis on the ‘o’ just to hear your matching ‘o-oh’. By the time he got to the ‘m’ in his last name he was grinding against the bed for some modicum of relief from the ache in his own stomach watching you squirm and cry and tug at his hair begging for a break.

“O-Oh my- fuck Keigo please! I’m sorry!”

Your broken cries had his eyes rolling back in his head. Your thighs squeezing on either side of his face. If this was how he went, well he could say he was a happy man in the end, at least. Switching up the pace of his fingers between fast thrusts and slow curls every time he felt you getting close. He didn’t want you to cum yet, though he would never complain about you cumming on his tongue. No, he wanted your next orgasm to be from his cock. Wanted to watch your eyes roll back as you came undone. Just the thought alone almost made him stain the sheets underneath him, but he stopped himself just in time. Wrenching himself back like he had been shocked, he sat on his knees staring down at you.

You had an arm draped over your eyes so he couldn’t see the emotion in them. Couldn’t see the wet droplets that rolled down to brush your earlobe and soak the pillow under your head. You had lost count of the number of orgasms ruined by a sudden change in pace. Though you were familiar with his game, you still hated it.

“Should have known you wouldn’t change.”

The words were not meant to be spoken aloud, but they were. Worse, they were spoken loud enough for him to hear you. They struck him deep, seeing the sentence at more than just face value, reading deeper into your statement than he should.

“I’ve changed.” Words barely above a whisper, a ghost of a plea. “I’ve changed, I grew. I learned.”

“Still the same teasing asshole I remember.”

Keigo laughed, low and in disbelief at your words. “Me? An asshole?” Dropping down so his body was hovering over yours, one arm placed flat next to your head to keep him up. Gripping his cock in his other hand, he lined it up with your hole, mixing his pre with your slick. “Now what-” He teased his bulbous head in and out of your entrance, watching the tic in your jaw when he did. “What would make you say that?”

“You’re teasing- ah- teasing me.” The words were punched from your lungs when he pushed the head past that first ring of tight muscle. “K-Keigo…”

You removed the arm that was covering your face, gripping at the sheets tightly. The other hand coming up to grasp at the pillow as if it could help you from falling apart at the already loose strings. The stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch from his cock. Every inch pushed into you slowly to ensure you felt every vein that rubbed against your walls. The sporadic throbbing of it inside of you almost matching the racing pulse of your heart.

“That’s it.” He cooed in your ear, trying to keep his voice even. “Call my name. Let me take care of you.”

His whispers were muddled, muted. It was as if you had fallen underwater, struggling to breathe what little air was left in you. Only when he had pushed all of the way did it feel like your head had reached above water to inhale the much needed oxygen. You were so full though. He wasn’t moving but still you could feel him kissing the entrance of your cervix.

“Full.” You moaned out. “Feel so full.”

“Yeah?” All you could do was nod your head slowly as he slowly pulled out to just the tip. “Do you feel good? Huh?”

With a particularly hard thrust he pushed back in, pulling a cry from your lips. Those lusciously full lips that he could still perfectly imagine being wrapped around him not too long ago. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back like this. Not with how you were trying to pull him back in, one of your legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

“You gonna tell me how good I feel?” Pulling his hips back, he didn’t wait as long before thrusting back into you. “Because I’ll happily tell you how good this fucking cunt feels.” Another thrust. “Feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Feels like home.”

Eyes fluttering shut from the weight of all the emotions that came rushing at you. It was all too much, he was too much. The pain of betrayal, the pleasure of being surrounded by him again. The conflicting feelings pulled you wherever they could and it was almost as if you could hear the ripping of your seams. His voice was enchanting, hypnotizing, like a siren’s song to lead your ship to wreck.

“Feels like I was lost and now I’m found.”

“Never-” You hissed at a particularly hard thrust from him before trying to speak again. “Never took you for the religious type, Keigo.”

“Oh baby…” He nipped at your earlobe. “I will happily worship this pussy of yours.”

You wanted to scream, every thrust was aimed so perfectly for your weak spot. Every touch and kiss somehow pushing you over the ledge and bringing you back at the same time. Minutes, hours passed with him whispering praises in your ear while fucking you into the mattress. Dull nails digging into your hips until you were certain they would bruise.

“Bet that burnt fucker couldn’t make you feel like this.” He laughed, reaching out with one hand to grip at the headboard behind you. “Making a fucking mess all over my cock.”

“I hate you so much.”

You groaned, struggling for breath when he shifted you into a mating press. Your knees pressed almost directly on your shoulders the further he leaned into you.

“No you don’t.” He was reaching his limit and the fluttering of your walls around him alerted him to how close you were too. “You don’t wanna admit you missed me? Fine, but you will cum for me.”

You tried to shake your head, but you knew he was right. Hard as you tried to deny him, your high was creeping up on you quickly. Pushing against his stomach, you could feel the muscles rippling under your fingers every time his balls smacked against the curve of your ass.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum.” His command was final, his tone leaving no room for debate and your body willingly complied.

The way you threw your head back and cried his name sent him over the edge. A splintering crack could be heard somewhere in the distance, and for a second there a sharp pain in his hand when his knuckles met the wall, but he ignored it. His orgasm washing over him in crashing waves. Painting your walls white with his seed, hips stuttering in their thrusts while you milked him for everything he had. Eventually he pressed his hips flush against yours, flattening his hand on the wall to support him when he leaned down to kiss you. The taste of you still on his tongue. Keigo looked at you, soaking in every inch of you under him. The exhaustion clearly settling into your system as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“Sleep, birdy.” He whispered to you, allowing himself a moment’s reprieve in your presence.

You shifted slightly, making him wince from overstimulation. “Don’t wanna…”

Keigo chuckled at your pout, pulling his softened cock out slowly, mesmerized by the way his cum leaked out of you. The temptation to scoop up what dribbled out and push it back in was almost too much, but he resisted. Knowing that if he did he might get himself riled up. Instead he leaned down and captured your lips with his, slowly guiding your lips to move with his. Whispering apologies that you wouldn’t hear in your tired state for all of the broken promises of the past.

“Get some sleep.”

As much as you wanted to argue with him about how uncomfortable the sticky sweat felt on your skin, you didn’t have the energy to move, let alone speak. With a half nod you let your eyes shut and sleep began to envelop you. The slight shift of the bed signaling him crawling off of it was the last thing you recalled before you were under the blanket of a dreamless night.

You missed the half smile Keigo gave you, using his feathers to pull the blanket that had been kicked to the floor and use it to cover you from the cold. Missed the glances he kept tossing over his shoulder at your sleeping form, debating on just crawling under the blanket with you and holding you in his arms like the old days. When he could let the steady beating of your heart slow his own to a matching pace. Where sleep didn’t bring on reoccurring nightmares of you walking out the door on what he could only call the worst day of his life.

You needed time though, he had been more than respectful of that. Not like he could really argue with you about it when he was the reason you were heartbroken. Shaking his head, he stood up and buttoned his pants, swiping his shirt off of the floor before grabbing his phone from the nightstand. The smirk on his face only grew as he checked the time of his new video. A personal memento of the night. Tossing his dress jacket over his shoulder and slipping on his shoes, he quietly made his way out of your room. At least if you got upset over him not staying the night it would give him an excuse to text you. The click of the door behind him sounded much louder than it should have, but he was more concerned about the person leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Have a good chat with your dad, Touya buddy?”

“Save it.” He huffed, noting the red tint to birdbrain’s cheeks and the wrinkles in his previously pristine clothes. Touya wasn’t really sure if he was more upset about being tricked or jealous that Keigo was able to sleep with you despite everything. “Bird bastard.”

“Ayo what’s with all the hostility man?” Keigo laughed as he walked past the blue flame hero.

“I should have known you’d try some shit.”

Keigo turned on his heel to meet Touya’s glare with his unbothered smile. “No hard feelings, right?”

There was a pregnant pause, a tension that was so thick it threatened to choke the air from between the two men. Finally Touya relented. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Not like you actually had a chance with her anyways.”

“You think?” He thumbed at the panties that were still tucked into his pocket, raising an eyebrow at the red winged man before him. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “She seemed to be enjoying my fingers buried in that tight little pussy of hers.” Touya didn’t hide the shit eating grin on his face when Keigo clenched his jaw, eyebrows drawn together in irritation. “Really I’ll never understand how you could just let her go.”

“I’ll get her back.” All hints of his usual teasing tone were gone.

“Not likely.”

Hawks took a deep, steadying breath and then shrugged before turning back around to walk away. Anger curling in the pit of stomach and whispering all of the ways he could make Touya shut up for good. What did that fucker know anyways? He didn’t know you… not like Keigo did. He doesn’t give in to the darker thoughts that swirled in his mind. Instead, he fiddled with his phone and let out a single chuckle at the muttered curse that slipped from Touya just before he was out of earshot. Keigo wasn’t usually one to share his little trophies, but his friend needed to remember his place… and what better way than to show off just how well Keigo still remembered you with his little video?

“I’ll get her back.” Keigo muttered to himself. “One way or another.”

#დ︎.messy situations collab #AHH I CANT WAIT TO READ #I’ll tag it in the master post in a bit :)#bnha x reader #pro hero hawks

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