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summary/plot: Keigo has been avoiding you for days. When you show up at his door worried sick, you never expect to find him deep in a rut. Flushed, feral, and barely holding on.
warnings: smut, +18 content, mdni, porn with a little plot, oral f receiving, fingerin, unprotected p in v, a little breeding kink, hawks in rut, pet names, smacking, hair pulling
a/n: Damn, I haven’t written in forever. I’m kinda disappointed my man had so little screen time last season, so I miss him. I’d like to see you comments<3 Also, English isn’t my first language, so if there are any typos or grammatical mistakes that’s Grammarly’s fault. Requests are open!!
The night air was sharp, biting against Keigo’s skin, but it couldn't touch the heat building inside him. Usually, he was the guy who stayed cool under pressure, the one who kept his hands steady and his voice smooth.
But right now, his fingers were drumming a restless, nervous beat against his thighs, and his heart was hammering against his ribs like it was trying to break out.
He felt a flush creeping up his neck, hot and stubborn, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the long patrol you had. The city hummed around you two, a blur of neon lights and distant traffic, but Keigo couldn't focus on any of it. The noise of the street felt miles away. The only thing in his universe was you.
It was your perfume or maybe just you that was undoing him. It was a warm, familiar scent that seemed to fill the small space between you, tripping up his heartbeat and making his head spin. His mouth watered. His hands itched to reach out, to pull you close and bury his face in the curve of your neck until that scent was all he breathed.
He knew it was coming for days. That restless, heavy tension that had been building in the pit of his stomach. It started with the sleepless nights and the way every sound seemed too loud, every touch too sharp.
By tonight, it had spiraled into a physical ache that pulsed through him every time you moved. And of course, he was stuck on a late shift with you. His best friend, his partner, the one person who was supposed to be off-limits.
But God, the restraint was killing him.
He could practically see it in his head: backing you against the cool brick of the ledge, feeling the weight of you against him, and finally losing himself in you until the rest of the world stopped existing. He wanted to feel you shake under his hands, to leave marks that would remind you of him for days. He wanted to hear his name on your breath, over and over.
Instead, he ground his teeth together and stared at the horizon, praying for the sun to come up or for his brain to just shut off.
“Keigo?” Your voice was soft, cutting right through his spiraling thoughts. “Are you even listening to me?”
He snapped back to reality, his pulse spiking. You were looking at him with that concerned, perceptive gaze that usually made him feel seen, but right now just made him feel exposed. The wind caught a stray lock of your hair, and his hands actually twitched with the urge to grab it and pull you close enough to taste the heat of your skin.
“Yeah,” he lied, forcing his lips into that easy, trademark smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes.
You tilted your head, clearly unconvinced. That small movement brought you a fraction closer, and another wave of your scent hit him like a physical blow. He felt his pulse jump, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought to keep his breathing steady. The heat in his body was becoming unbearable. His cock twitched in his pants, already half-hard and throbbing with every heartbeat.
“Are you alright?” you pressed, stepping nearer. The gap between you shrank dangerously. “You’ve been zoning out all night. You're flushed... and you're acting so restless. You can't even stand still.”
“I’m good. Just a long week, dove. I’m exhausted.” He swallowed hard, his throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. The lie tasted bitter on his tongue. He wasn’t tired. He was starving.
You were too close. Close enough that he could see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes, close enough to see the way your lips parted slightly as you spoke. If he moved just an inch, he’d have his hands on you, and he knew if he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
You didn’t back off. Instead, you leaned in, your expression softening with genuine worry. You reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. “Keigo, come on, talk to me. You've been so quiet lately. If something’s wrong, just let me help—”
That single touch was like a spark to a powder keg. A jolt of pure electricity shot through him, settling heavy and demanding in his gut. His self-control, already stretched to the limit, finally snapped.
“I said I’m fine,” he insisted, his voice coming out lower and rougher than he intended. "God, how many times do I have to say it?"
She flinched, but she didn't back down. "I’m just worried about you."
"I know you are. And that's the problem, it’s too much."
He jerked back, his heart racing. “I gotta go,” he rasped, turning away before he could do something he’d never be able to take back
But he didn’t. He turned and bolted, putting as much distance between you as possible. He moved fast, disappearing into the shadows of the rooftop stairwell and out into the cool night air, trying to let the wind chill the fever in his blood. His chest was heaving, his body still screaming for the contact he’d just fled from.
He was losing this fight.
And deep down, a dark, dangerous part of him whispered that maybe he didn’t want to win it at all.
Two painful days crawled by with no word from Keigo.
You tried not to let the silence eat at you, but the absence was loud. His manager had offered the usual polished corporate line "Hawks isn’t feeling well and will be taking a few days off to recover." but it felt hollow. Another hero had already stepped in to cover his shifts, yet the city felt emptier.
Keigo had gone dark before, sure. He was a busy man with a high-profile life, but he always texted. Even if it was just a blurry photo of his lunch or a lazy flirty text at 3:00 a.m., he never left you hanging. This radio silence was different. It was heavy.
The worry turned into a sharp, nagging guilt by the second morning. Had you pushed too far on the rooftop? You replayed the moment over and over. His flushed skin, the way his hands had trembled, the frantic look in his eyes right before he bolted. Had you accidentally crossed a line you didn't know existed?
By the time you finished your morning shift, you couldn't take it anymore. You stopped by that boutique wine shop he liked and grabbed a bottle of his favorite red. You went home, shed your hero costume, and pulled on a simple, soft sundress. You wanted to look like his friend, not his partner on the force.
Standing outside his door, your heart felt like it was trying to punch its way out of your chest. You took a deep breath, clutching the bottle of wine, and knocked three times.
For a long minute, there was nothing. No footsteps, no voice. Then, the sound of a heavy lock sliding back.
The door creaked open only a few inches, held by the security chain. The air that drifted out from the apartment was stifling, thick, overly warm, and heavy with that same scent that had been radiating off him on the roof, only now it was darker, and more overwhelming.
Keigo’s face appeared in the gap, but he looked like a ghost of himself. He stood there in nothing but a loose white t-shirt that clung to the hard planes of his chest and a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants that should have been illegal.
His golden hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes were bloodshot, the pupils so wide they nearly swallowed the gold of his irises. He looked beautifully, dangerously wrecked like he hadn’t slept in days and the exhaustion had only sharpened every angle of him.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Keigo’s gaze dragged over you slowly, heavy and unfocused, lingering on the curve of your neck, the way the sundress brushed your thighs, the bottle of wine clutched in your hand like a fragile peace offering. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he swallowed hard, fingers tightening on the doorframe until the wood creaked softly.
"I told them no visitors..." His voice came out rough, gravelly, like he’d been shouting into the void for hours. Or maybe growling. “What are you doing here, dove?”
"I was worried about you," you said, your voice barely holding steady. You held the wine bottle out like a peace offering, or maybe a shield. "Your manager mentioned you were sick, but…you’ve never gone this quiet on me before, Keigo. ”
Even at his worst, he was magnetic. It was a confusing, guilty rush, wanting him this badly when he was clearly struggling.
Keigo’s eyes fell to the wine, then slowly, painfully, tracked upward. lingering on the soft fabric of your sundress where it hugged your waist and brushed your thighs. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking hard beneath the flushed skin.
“Maybe… it’s not a great time,” his voice low and strained, like every word cost him something.
Your stomach did a slow, sickening roll. The rejection felt less like a word and more like a physical blow.
"Did I do something?" you asked, your voice cracking. You stepped into his space without thinking, and the smell of him hit you like a wave. It made your head swim. "If I messed up, Keigo, just tell me. I’ll fix it."
For a split second, his mask slipped. You saw the conflict behind his eyes. Then, his face turned to stone. He gripped the doorframe so hard his knuckles went white.
"Just go," he said. The words were flat, final, and they stung.
The hurt flared hot in your chest, instantly sharpening into a defensive anger. "You vanish for two days," you snapped, your voice rising. You could feel the hot prickle of tears behind your eyelids. "I come here worried sick. I brought your favorite wine because I thought… I don't know, I thought I was helping. And you’re just throwing it back in my face? Fine. If you want me gone so bad—"
You never finished the sentence.
Because in that exact moment, Keigo’s control finally shattered.
All he could think about was how devastatingly good you looked standing there in that sundress, cheeks flushed with anger and worry, your scent flooding his senses until it drowned out every rational thought.
With a low, guttural sound that was half-growl, half-groan, he surged forward. Strong hands seized your waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress as he yanked you against his chest. The bottle of wine nearly slipped from your grasp, forgotten between your bodies. Before you could even gasp, his mouth crashed down on yours. Hot, desperate, and starving.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was fire and need. His lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, tongue sweeping in to taste you like he’d been dying for it. One hand slid up your back, pressing you impossibly closer while the other stayed at your waist, possessive and firm.
He tasted like heat and desperation, like every filthy thought he’d been fighting.
The moment Keigo’s mouth claimed yours, something deep inside you ignited. Like you’d been waiting for this exact second your entire life without even realizing it.
A soft, surprised sound escaped your throat, quickly swallowed by the fierce way you kissed him back. Your free hand fisted in the front of his white t-shirt, tugging him closer as your lips parted under his, meeting every hungry stroke of his tongue with equal desperation. It felt like fire meeting gasoline, years of unspoken tension finally exploding between you.
Somehow, you both stumbled inside his penthouse, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that made your pulse thunder. Without breaking the kiss, you blindly reached out and set the bottle of wine on the small glass console table beside the entrance.
Keigo didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. With a low, needy growl that vibrated straight through your chest, he pressed your back against the nearest wall.
His mouth left your lips only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, teeth grazing your skin before he sank them in just enough to make you gasp. Sharp little bites that sent sparks of pleasure. Pain started to race straight between your legs.
“Keigo…” you breathed, head tilting back to give him better access, your hands sliding up to tangle in his messy golden hair.
He groaned against your neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. The scent of him was overwhelming now, warm, musky, utterly intoxicating and it made your head spin with raw want.
Then, suddenly, he stopped.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, golden eyes blazing with barely contained fire. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving, lips swollen from the kiss. Sweat glistened on his brow, and the hard line of his arousal pressed unmistakably against your hip through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
“If I keep going,” he rasped, voice rough and dark with warning, “I’m going to ruin you, dove. ”
Your heart hammered wildly. Heat pooled low and heavy in your core, thighs clenching around the thigh still wedged between them. You didn’t want him to stop. You’d never wanted anything less.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, voice shaky but certain, your fingers tightening in his hair. “I want you to.”
Something feral flashed across his face.
He crashed his mouth back to yours with a groan that sounded almost pained, kissing you deeper, hungrier than before. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, ankles locking at the small of his back as he lifted you effortlessly, strong hands gripping your thighs. The sundress rode up dangerously high as he carried you through the luxurious penthouse, past sleek modern furniture and floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering city below.
He didn’t make it to the bedroom.
Instead, he lowered you onto the wide, expensive couch, the soft leather cool against your heated skin. Keigo followed immediately, settling his weight between your spread thighs, his body pressing you down into the cushions.
The kiss never slowed. Tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breaths mingling in hot, desperate pants. His hands roamed, one sliding up your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh, the other bracing beside your head as his wings arched high above you both, casting shadows in the dim light.
Every roll of his hips sent a delicious friction through the thin layers separating you, his hard cock grinding against your core in slow, teasing circles that made you whimper into his mouth.
He tasted like sin and desperation, like every filthy fantasy you’d never dared voice. Your fingers traced the hard muscles of his back through his shirt, then slipped beneath the hem to feel the burning skin underneath, nails lightly scraping along his spine.
Keigo shuddered at the contact, breaking the kiss just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “So damn perfect under me. Been driving me crazy for days…”
He rocked against you again, slower this time, deliberate, letting you feel every inch of his need as his feathers brushed teasingly along your arms and sides. The tension coiled tighter and tighter between you, every touch, every breath, every whispered word pulling you both closer to the edge of something unstoppable.
Keigo’s hands moved with barely restrained hunger as he pushed himself up just enough to yank his white t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric hit the floor somewhere behind the couch, forgotten instantly.
Your breath caught at the sight of him. Golden skin stretched tight over lean, powerful muscle, the faint sheen of sweat making every ridge and plane of his chest and abdomen gleam. His wings flexed behind him, feathers rustling with anticipation.
He looked down at you like a man starved, golden eyes dark and burning.
“Undress for me, dove,” he murmured, voice low and rough, laced with that light dominance that sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you. “Let me see you. All of you. I’ve waited so fucking long for this… “
“months of watching you smile at me, laugh at my stupid jokes, stand beside me on rooftops while I tried to pretend I didn’t want to rip that pretty little hero costume of yours apart.”
His words wrapped around you like warm velvet, making your thighs clench around his hips. You obeyed, fingers trembling slightly as you reached for the hem of your dress and slowly pulled it up and over your head, revealing the soft curves of your body to his hungry gaze. Keigo’s eyes darkened further, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest as he drank you in.
“Fuck… look at you,” he praised, voice thick with raw desire. “So beautiful. So damn perfect.”
He leaned down again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the swell of your chest, tongue tracing the lace edge of your bra before he tugged it down with his teeth, exposing you completely. His mouth closed over one sensitive peak, sucking and flicking his tongue in slow, teasing circles while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until you arched into him with a soft whimper. Every touch felt electric, every praise whispered against your skin making the ache between your legs throb hotter.
Your nipples were so sensitive, tingling with every swipe, every flick, every dirty little touch of his rough fingers.
“Yeah,” you breathed, biting your lip.
“You’re so good for me,” he murmured against your breast, nipping gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “So responsive... So pretty when you tremble like this.”
His kisses trailed lower, slow and deliberate, lips brushing over your ribs, your stomach, the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the delicate fabric, eyes flicking up to meet yours.
“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
You did, and he slid the panties down your legs with agonizing slowness, tossing them aside. The cool air hit your slick, heated core, making you shiver, but the way Keigo looked at you chased away any hint of self-consciousness.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, voice dropping even lower as he settled between your spread thighs.
“You’re already so wet for me. Such a good girl, getting this soaked just from my mouth on you.”
He didn’t give you time to respond. He leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning deeply at your taste. The sound vibrated straight through you, making your hips jerk.
“Oh-fuck, Keigo—“ your breath hitched.
Keigo tightened his grip, holding you firmly in place as he began to devour you. Licking, sucking, circling your swollen clit with his tongue.
Every moan he let out was pure praise. “Taste so fucking good…”
Your breath hitched. Your back arched.
He worked you relentlessly, alternating between gentle sucks and firmer strokes, reading every twitch and gasp of your body like it was his favorite language. Two fingers slowly joined his tongue, sliding into your slick heat with a wet sound that should have embarrassed you but only made the pleasure sharper.
“Ohhh, fuck— So good, Keigo—“ You gasped.
You could barely think straight. His two fingers curled inside you with perfect precision, stroking that sensitive spot that made sparks explode behind your eyelids.
“Such a good girl… taking my fingers so beautifully,” he growled, voice thick and rough, barely pulling back enough to speak.
Your thighs trembled around his head, hips trying to rock against his mouth even as his strong hands held you firmly in place.
“Oh, Keigo,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “I—I’m gonna—”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me,” sucking your clit harder, fingers pumping faster, deeper.
Oh, fuck, and when you came.
Your back arched sharply off the couch, a broken cry tearing from your lips as pleasure exploded through every inch of your body.
Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
Like the orgasm belonged to him.
He kept pressing soft kisses to your sensitive clit.
He looked up at you, lips glistening.
“Fuck… you’re gorgeous when you come,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful it hurts.”
You hummed, dragging your nails lightly against his scalp. “You gonna stay down there all day, handsome?”
“I would if you’d let me, dove,” he muttered, voice rough and muffled.
You laughed teasingly, “Well…” You tugged gently at his hair, tilting his head back slightly, forcing him to look up at you. “I think you should fuck me instead.”
His stomach flipped. With the biggest smirk on his lips, he pushed himself up, hands moving quickly to shove his grey sweatpants and boxers down his hips.
His cock sprang free, hard, thick, and flushed dark with need, the head already glistening with pre-cum. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped you at the sight.
Keigo settled between your spread thighs once more, the heavy, heated length of him resting against your slick, sensitive folds.
He braced one hand beside your head, leaning down so his forehead nearly touched yours.
His free hand stroked along your thigh, thumb brushing teasingly close to where you still throbbed with aftershocks.
“You sure?” he asked, voice low and strained, though the way his hips twitched told you how badly he was holding back. “Because once I’m inside you… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop, dove.”
You reached up, fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, voice breathy and needy. “Please, fuck me.”
With a low, guttural groan, he pushed forward, sliding into you inch by thick inch.
His cock was—fuck. Thick. So fucking thick.
The stretch was delicious. Burning and perfect. You gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, wings trembling. “So wet and perfect around me.“
“Taking me so well… like you were made for this.”
He started to move. Slow, deep thrusts at first, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he rocked into you. Pleasure sparked through your core with every stroke, your walls clenching around him greedily
“Keigo— Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” you breathed, voice breaking on a whimper when he hit that perfect spot inside you. “Deeper— please.”
He obliged, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the penthouse. His pace quickened, thrusts growing more insistent, more desperate.
“Look at you,” he praised roughly, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh, spreading you wider. “So fucking beautiful taking my cock. You’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. Gonna make me lose my mind.”
The words sent fresh heat flooding through you. You arched into him, moaning louder, your hands roaming over the flexing muscles of his back.
“Yes— just like that. Don’t stop—ah!”
Keigo’s control began to fray. His thrusts turned feral, harder and faster, the gentle hero you knew melting away as the passion took over.
“Been dreaming about this pussy for so long,” he snarled, voice dark and filthy. “Wanted to bury myself in you, fill you up until you’re dripping with me.”
“Keigo, fuck—yes,” you gasped. You loved how desperate he sounded, how possessive. “Fill me… please, I want it.”
He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he drove into you deeper, the couch creaking beneath you.
Suddenly, with a swift, powerful movement, Keigo pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into a moan as he yanked your hips up, positioning you on your knees with your chest pressed to the cushions.
His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to arch your back beautifully while his other palm came down in a sharp, stinging smack on your ass.
“Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” he growled. He rubbed the spot soothingly before smacking it again, harder this time. “So pretty when you’re bent over for me.”
He thrust back into you in one smooth, deep stroke, the new angle making you cry out as he hit even deeper. One hand stayed fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks as he pounded into you from behind.
“Take it, sweetheart,” he snarled, leaning over you so his chest pressed to your back, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Take every inch like the good girl you are.”
You moaned loudly, the mix of pleasure and the sharp edge of dominance making your head spin. “Keigo—fuck, yes… harder,” you gasped, pushing back against him desperately, your walls fluttering around his thick cock.
He let out a low, feral chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. “You want more? Greedy little thing.” His hand left your hip only to deliver another firm smack to your ass, then he gripped the soft flesh hard, spreading you wider as he pounded deeper.
“Gonna come again for me, dove? I want to feel this pretty cunt squeezing my cock while I fill you up.”
The words hit you like lightning. Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, every brutal thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you until the tension snapped.
“Oh— fuck!” you cried out, voice breaking as the second orgasm crashed over you.
Your thighs shook, fingers clawing at the leather cushions while broken moans spilled from your lips
Keigo groaned loudly, the feeling of you coming around him pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He didn’t slow down. If anything, his pace turned even more feral, hips snapping forward with animalistic force as he chased his own release.
“Fuck—yes, just like that,” he snarled, voice rough and possessive. “Milk my cock so good, baby bird. Such a perfect little hole for me.”
He released your hair only to wrap one strong arm around your waist, yanking your back flush against his chest so he could bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“You feel that?” he growled against your skin, one hand sliding down to press firmly over your lower belly. “Gonna fill you up so deep. Gonna breed this womb until you’re swollen with me. You want that, don’t you? Want me to pump you full until it takes?”
“Yes—yes, please,” you whimpered, still riding the aftershocks, your voice wrecked and needy.
That seemed to snap the last thread of his control.
With a final, deep thrust and a broken groan that sounded almost pained, Keigo buried himself to the hilt inside you. His cock pulsed hard as he came, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into you, filling you exactly as he promised. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every last drop as far inside as he could.
“Fuck… that’s it,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied.
With a deep, shuddering groan, he collapsed beside you on the couch, pulling you with him so you ended up half-draped across his chest. You could feel his heart hammering wildly against your cheek, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths as sweat cooled on both your skins.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the luxurious penthouse were your mingled panting and the distant hum of the city far below the windows.
Keigo’s hand slid up your back in slow, soothing strokes, his thumb brushing gently over your spine. His voice, when it finally came, was rough and low, stripped of the feral edge but still thick with emotion.
“…Shit,” he breathed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to lose control like that. ” He swallowed hard, “You okay, dove? I wasn’t too rough?”
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a small, breathless smile curving your lips despite the pleasant ache everywhere. “I’m more than okay,”
He let out a soft, relieved chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. “Yeah? Because I’ve been fighting this instinct for days, trying not to drag you into it… and then you showed up at my door looking all soft and worried, I lost it the second I saw you.”
You laughed quietly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “So the ‘sick’ excuse was really just you hiding because you were horny?”
“Horny as hell and terrified I’d ruin you,” he admitted, his hand sliding down to rest possessively over your hip. “But fuck… after feeling you come around me like that? Twice? Hearing you beg me?” His voice dropped, a hint of that darker hunger flickering back for a moment. “I don’t think I can go back to pretending anymore.”
“Then don’t pretend.” Your voice softened, “I like this side of you.”
Keigo’s eyes warmed, the usual playful mask cracking to reveal something deeper, more genuine. He leaned in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your lips. “Stay with me tonight?”
You smiled against his mouth, heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “I wasn't planning to leave.”