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ꮼ hawks is a #realeater
note I wrote this when I had the flu, so grammar might be a little off.
"Baby. I said to sit on my face. Not hover. Sit." Keigo huffed, attempting fruitlessly to tug you down, your hands tightly gripping the headboard, peering down at him.
This was so unfair; you were forcing him to make eye contact with your messy pussy, which was practically begging him to kiss her and drive her crazy, and here you were, refusing to let him relieve you.
"But what if it—" You whined, hands shifting on the wood as he gripped your thighs tighter.
"Then I'll die a happy man." He deadpanned, sitting up to give a teasingly slow lick across your slit. "Babe, c'mon, I can just lift you if I'm uncomfortable."
"Are you sure?" You mumbled, pressing your forehead against your arms, staring down at him, catching the gleam as he kept his eyes trained on your pussy like a starved man.
You could swear you could see him almost drooling.
"Yes," he huffed, tugging firmly on your hips till you were just an inch above his face; he could feel the heat radiating from you as he licked his lips. "More than sure."
He anchored his arms around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as his buttery soft tongue swept circles around your clit, nipping gently as he moaned up into your pussy.
"Kei—" You whimpered, gasping out as his tongue slipped between your folds, teasing your entrance, eyes fluttering with a roll of your hips. "Fuck, baby, right there."
Keigo practically purred up into you, pulling back to latch himself to your clit—gripping your thighs tighter as he began to make out with the bundle of nerves, rolling his wet tongue around at a maddening pace as your thighs squeezed his head tight.
"Fuckfuckfuck, s'good, s'good don't stop." You whined, a hand tugging on his hair, rolling hips furiously against his tongue.
His tongue only paused its torture once a deafening mewl escaped you, just before your shuddering torso leaned against the headboard, his jaw falling open in shock as the rush of your orgasm hit him.
It was too funny for me to not draw it
Keigo “Hawks” Takami pervert Headcanons that unfortunately got flagged on tiktok.. I never learn.
Hawks experiences intense seasonal heats that turn him into an absolute fiend for you. During these periods, his body temperature spikes, his wings fluff up involuntarily, and his cock stays half-hard constantly, leaking pre-cum at the mere thought of you.
He'll text you filthy messages about how he can smell your scent from across the city and how he's jerking off in a rooftop alley imagining burying his face between your thighs. He gets so desperate he starts stealing your worn panties from the laundry, wrapping them around his throbbing length while chirping your name under his breath, edging himself for hours until he finally explodes, fantasizing about knotting you deep and filling you until you're dripping with his cum.
Hawks loves to spy on you. Tiny cameras found under your door or near windows, giving him live footage of you changing, showering, or even masturbating He'll perch on a nearby building, hand down his pants, stroking slowly as he watches you touch yourself, whispering perverted praises like "That's it, baby, rub that pretty clit for me." If you moan his name, he loses it completely, coming untouched just from the sight and sound, then immediately plans how he'll tease you about it later without admitting he was watching.
He's addicted to your natural scent, your sweat after training, the musk between your legs, even the way your shampoo lingers on your pillow. He'll nuzzle into your neck or hair in public, inhaling deeply while his hand discreetly palms your ass, whispering how he wants to bury his tongue in your cunt and drown in your taste. At home, he rubs his face all over your body like a cat in heat, leaving hickeys and bite marks while grinding his erection against you, begging you to let him scent-mark you inside and out.
Hawks loves using his detachable feathers in the most annoying ways. During sex, he'll send soft ones to tease your nipples, and clit, He gets off on the control, making you squirm and beg while he watches with hooded golden eyes.
Hawks is a massive exhibitionist when it comes to you. He'll pull you into alleyways or behind buildings during patrols, hiking your skirt up and fingering you while covering your mouth with his hand "Quiet, dove. Don't want the civilians hearing how wet you are for me." During heats, this gets worse, he'll fuck you on rooftops with his wings shielding you partially, pounding into you from behind while the city lights twinkle below, growling about how he wants everyone to know you belong to him.
His instincts make him obsessed with breeding you. In heat, he can't stop talking about filling you with his kids. He'll pin you down in a mating press, cock buried as deep as possible, thrusting with animalistic desperation while murmuring, "Gonna stuff this pretty pussy full, make you swell with my babies." He cums in massive loads, pushing it back in with his fingers afterward to make sure it "takes," then cuddles you possessively with his wings wrapped around you both.
Hawks has a secret stash of your underwear, every pair he's stolen or "borrowed." He sniffs them during lonely nights on patrol, licking the crotch while jerking off furiously.
This man is a pussy and ass DEVOURER!!!! He'll spend hours between your legs, tongue fucking you relentlessly, sucking on your clit until you're shaking. During heats, he gets even greedier, eating you out like a starving man, his face glistening with your juices as he grinds his aching cock against the mattress.
He loves making you sit on his face, wings pinned beneath you, using his hands to spread you wider while he moans into your folds.
He loves teasing you mercilessly. Pretending to be the big bad hero who "captured" you, tying you up with his feathers while he slowly strips you and describes every filthy thing he's going to do. "Look at this needy little hole clenching for me. Been thinking about my cock all day, haven't you?" During heats, the teasing becomes torture, he'll edge you for hours with toys and his fingers before finally giving in.
Hawks marks you constantly, bites on your inner thighs, hickeys on your breasts, and bruises on your skin from gripping too hard.
After intense rounds during his heat, Hawks loves keeping his cock buried inside you for as long as possible. He’ll pull you into his lap during movie nights, sinking deep and staying there, occasionally thrusting lazily while his wings envelop you. "Just wanna feel you around me, baby. So warm and tight." He can stay like that for ages, getting hard again instantly if you clench.
Hawks wants you as his permanent mate. He fantasizes about building a nest with you, keeping you there during his heats where he can fuck you senseless multiple times a day. He's possessive but loving, always making sure you're satisfied.
He'll describe in graphic detail how your pussy feels gripping him, how he loves the sound of his balls slapping against you, how he's going to ruin you for anyone else. In heat, it's non-stop breeding talk mixed with praise. "Such a good little mate, taking my cock so well. Gonna flood this womb until it's overflowing."
After his heat breaks, he's still clingy and perverted. He'll insist on bathing together, washing you while sneaking touches that turn into another round. He loves watching his cum drip our of you, using his fingers to push it back in while kissing you lazily, murmuring how pertect you are for handling his nasty and filthy side.
that scent . . . ₊˚⊹♡
❀˖° your bird boyfriends acting a little weird ..
• keigo takami x f!reader
cw ~ established relationship, smut (cunnilingus), rutting!hawks, pet names (baby, sweet girl) fuck i’m so bad at this
word count 2k
“Baby…” Keigo’s voice was rough and deep as he spoke to you. “You smell so fucking good,” he breathed. “It’s driving me crazy.”
You’d paused your stirring as he started speaking, and then turned when he finished his sentence. “Huh?”
His face was completely serious, probably would have been a little scary if this wasn’t Keigo across from you. You watched his body rise and fall with deep, slow breaths.
“What do you mean, Kei? I’m not… wearing perfume or anything…” you laughed it off, because… what? He’d been acting weird all day.
Since last night, actually—he was leaving late for patrol, but for some reason he seemed more… hesitant than ever.
“Keigo—” you laughed, turning your face from his. “Enough. You’re gonna be late.”
“Don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled, before he caught your chin in his hand, kissing you deeply. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you in closer. He had absolutely no intention of moving. As if he didn’t have somewhere to be.
You opened your eyes for a split second after hearing a whoosh, and could only see red. His wings had completely engulfed you—also pulling you against him—as he shifted your bodies, pressing you against the door.
He pulled away, only to attack your neck. Kissing and nibbling, and you could feel his every breath as they slowly quickened. He was so worked up, what the fuck?
“Kei,” you urged, hating how you sounded like you were enjoying this. He didn’t need to know that. He needed to go to work!
“Fuck, you want me to go when you sound like that?” You could feel him smirking against your skin.
“I’m serious,” you tugged against his jacket.
He groaned, nibbling your skin a little harder, and then groaning louder—dramatic—before pulling away. You saw the way his eyes stared at your lips hungrily, so you slipped from his grip immediately.
It was another minute of tugging and kissing before you finally pushed him out the door.
Then, this morning he was worse. You woke up being locked in his arms, and he clung to you until you both had to actually start being productive.
His behavior worsened throughout the day, and you’d noticed him being oddly silent as he watched you cook, but didn’t think anything of it until he made that comment.
“It’s not perfume,” he stood up, breathing it in again. “I know it’s you.”
You were honestly starting to get… well, not freaked out—but almost concerned? What was this about?
You covered the pot, dried your hands and turned back against the counter, looking at him. “…Okay? …Keigo, I’m confused. Talk to me.”
He stayed silent, just staring at you. Breathing so slowly, so deeply. Well, that didn’t help.
You made the mistake of deciding to walk toward him, placing your hands on either side of his face, searching his gaze. “…Baby?” you mumbled.
His breathing staggered, his wings fluffing behind him before he put his hands on your wrists. Not hard, but just clinging to you. Then, he took your right wrist, placing it right up against his nose as he breathed you in. He took your other hand and placed it against his neck, his own hands finding their familiar place on your waist.
He kissed your wrist, and as he got closer you could almost hear a faint sound from his throat. A grunt, or something like a whine… almost a hum, as his head ducked right into your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there.
That’s when you realized he was so… warm. No, he was burning. Your hands gripped his shoulders and it felt like he had just been standing in the sun for way too long. You gasped, and he twitched his head up immediately.
“Keigo, you’re burning!” You tried to pull away, but he gripped you tight enough that you could hardly get a step farther.
“I want you,” he breathed.
“Wh—”
“I want… I need you,” his hot hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing against your bare skin. You could hear that noise again, now close enough to hear the vibration in his throat. It sounded unnatural. His wings started to crowd around you, his body pushing you backwards out of the kitchen. “Too fuckin’ bright,” he mumbled.
“Keigo, the stove—” before you could even finish your sentence, you heard the faint click of the dial being turned. At least your house wouldn’t burn down.
He pushed you back into the living room, which, as he said… wasn’t as bright as the kitchen. You never knew that bothered him though…
You soon felt the back of your knees bump into the couch, and you kept yourself up until you realized that’s exactly what he wanted. His hands moved to your hips, laying you down, before he climbed up your body. You probably would have spoken again—but you likely wouldn’t have gotten a response, and there wasn’t a point since you knew what he was doing.
He lifted your shirt as he moved, and he looked you in the eyes for a moment with pure hunger and need. You heard him quietly breathe out your name. He licked his lips, just before pressing them against the top of your stomach. You had a bra on, and he couldn’t wait long enough to take it off, but he’d take care of those tits later.
Every kiss down your body was wet, and you kept feeling that vibration coming from him, which honestly tingled quite nicely against your skin.
He slid down your body, and you watched the way his face twitched as he reached your hips.
“God, that smell… I can’t,” he choked out, the words barely recognizable through the thick rattling hum in his chest. He gripped the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them all the way down to your ankles.
He shamelessly ducked right into you, pressing his nose against your clothed clit and breathing you in. He moaned against you, his hands gripping your hips. He was definitely smelling you now, as you’d been getting wet since he kissed your wrist.
“I wanna taste you,” he rasped. Though he said that, he spent a long moment breathing you in, his lips brushing against you faintly—he was desperate for it. He needed to bask in your scent. Savor it. His wings twitched behind him.
“Keigo…” you whined. “Don’t… don’t tease,”
He looked up at you, swallowing hard. His pupils were so dilated they practically covered his entire iris. His brows furrowed like this was too much for him. His hands shook as he hooked them around your panties, sliding them down your legs. He was back between your thighs in a second.
You could definitely hear him really whining now as he slowly slid his tongue up your cunt, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking.
“Kei—!” you moaned, your hand rushing to grip his hair in one swift movement.
He groaned deeply in response, the vibration hitting just the right spot. He released your clit, circling his tongue around it before moving to your inner thighs. Teasing, seemingly, but really he just wanted to taste all of you.
If he had the self-control he’d get you completely bare and simply lick every part of your body. Worship you. For now, though—this will do…
His tongue ran across your skin, kissing up and down one side, then repeating to the other. His hands drifted down to your ass, squeezing and then sliding back up to spread you wider. He was legitimately drooling against you, making a sloppy mess all over your body before he went back to your sweet pussy.
You couldn’t tell if he was trying to speak, but with whatever noises he was making—he was loud. His voice cracked, and he kept trying to look you in the eyes—but his kept rolling back. His hands shook as he kissed your pussy, and he whined roughly as your thighs started gripping against his head. You were getting close, your moans turning to loud embarrassing whimpers.
You suddenly noticed his nails and how they’d gotten just a bit longer, and sharper. They dug into your skin every few moments—after a few times, the slight pain turned to a sort of pleasure.
As your back arched over the couch, you could see the way his hips would sporadically buck into nothing. You felt every heated pant of his against your pussy, and could see all your mess against his mouth.
He needed to devour you. Swallow every bit of your slick, cover you with his saliva.
His nose rubbed against your clit as he slid his tongue through your folds. His tongue kept running down to your hole, teasing against it before he moved back up and kissed your clit.
“Baby…” he growled. “I want you to cum for me. I need it. I need it in my mouth,” he moaned as he licked you again. “Do that for me, sweet girl. Please.”
He kissed your clit, dragging his tongue down your pussy before he reached that hole again. He kept his tongue there this time, his hands reaching to stretch you a little before his tongue dipped inside. He couldn’t stop moaning against you, making such nasty sounds as his tongue slid in and out of you.
He slipped it out, lapping back up and giving your clit rhythmic sucks before he was back to fucking you with his tongue.
“Keigo! Don’t stop, fuck!” You felt your orgasm building quickly, your thighs twitching around his head, and oh did he listen to you.
“Yes, baby, fuck—right on my tongue,” his words muffled against your pussy as you pulsed around his mouth. He kept his pace, letting his tongue sloppily circle around your clit—and as soon as he felt your sweetness spill in his mouth, he was finishing too.
He cried out against your pussy, the pressure almost overstimulating as you felt him twitch and buck his body into the couch. His wings stretched out, a few feathers gliding to the floor. Your legs went weak, quickly caught by his hands as he still had you spread open.
As soon as he calmed down, he was back to licking you.
“K-Kei—!”
“In my mouth,” he reminded you, his voice was deep and strained. He continued going slowly, his hands no longer gripping but sort of massaging against your thighs. You couldn’t help squirming against him, still sensitive. He cleaned you up, though you could tell he took his time and definitely spent a little longer than necessary.
Eventually, he moved, kissing against your thighs again. Then to your lower stomach, looking up at you in a way that had you nervous—because he looked completely unfazed. Just as hungry as when he pushed you onto this couch, as if he didn’t just drown himself in your pussy—as if he didn’t just cream in his pants and had to take a second to catch his uneven breaths.
He leaned his head down, breathing in with his eyes closed, before looking back up.
“Not enough,” he muttered, the words sounding thick by the vibration still in his throat.
“…W-What? What’s not enough?”
“The taste…” You could see him swallow. “The smell. I need to be closer…” he took you by the waist, gently lifting your body before his grip got harder as he kissed your neck.
“Need to be inside you,” he nibbled your skin. “Buried deep inside, need to claim you.”
And this was when you finally started thinking. This was obvious from the beginning, but with all his biting and sniffing—him being… distracting… damn. You got annoyed that this didn’t click as soon as he said something about your scent.
“Keigo…” you gasped, and he lifted his head. “Rut. You’re rutting.”
He slightly squinted at you, tilting his head, before fully ducking to the other side of your neck.
“Fuck. Kei, y-you could have told me if you were feeling off—I’d have been… helping you…”
“You will.” His kisses moved up toward your jaw, until he reached just the corner of your mouth. “I need to taste you again,” he kissed you.
“And then I need to fuck you. Fill you up. That’ll help me, baby, can you do that for me?”
It was funny how Keigo didn’t mention the amount of times he would need to do this. Asking so sweetly, knowing it would take about seven rounds for the ache under his skin to leave for even an hour.
Not enough relief for him, and not enough of a break for you.
Not that it mattered, anyway.
“Of course, Kei… I wanna make you feel better.”
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. tytyty for reading!!! once again, i ended this as if there will be a part two… this is a oneshot !!!! i’m just bad at this idk !!! jsjsjdjdj anyway i love rutting hawks very much very special place in my heart
╰ 18+ MDNI. its okay if you can’t handle it, hawks will talk you (both) through it!
keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.
cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.
every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.
☆ day 1
joint overstimulation | Keigo Takami
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“Fuck, dovey, I don’t t-think I can keep going.” Keigo breathes out below you, flushed and whining into the dewy skin of your tits. He’s drooling. He doesn’t know how many times, how many rounds you’ve been for, but all he knows is it’s enough to have him on the verge of tears; he fears he might pass out, and you’re not much better. Everytime he pulls you down onto his cock, his cum dribbles out of you and froths at his soaked pelvis; the sounds filling the room are obscene, all high pitched moans and squelches.
His large hands grip tightly at your hips and tremble, mirroring his quaking thighs. He uses the greedy handfuls of your flesh to bounce you up and down, up and down, up and down until you’re little more than needy, pliable putty in his lap; you’re not even sure how you’re going to go about with the cleanup after this but all you can think about is how wrecked you both look right now. Your tits, neck and thighs are completely covered in big, blossoming hickeys while your hips are decorated with finger sized bruises; Keigo sports a delightful set of bite marks along his broad shoulders, and his wings tremble behind him, beating frantically and cutting through the air of the room.
“Don’t- don’t know how much longer I can- hah- keep it up for, Kei.” You moan out into the air, the humidity sticking to your skin like molasses and sweat plastering hair to your forehead. You’re sure you look manic, messy, wrecked, even; there’s not a single square inch of you both that isn’t damp with sweat, spit or cum, and it’s all too much- definitely too much, because when he ruts his hips up inside you you swear you can feel every inch, every vein, like your pussy has moulded to him and is determined to hold him inside you forever. The crown of his tip relentlessly pounds at every spot inside you, nooks and crannies you didn’t even know existed, and as your body works its way up to its final crescendo of the evening you’re sure to ur mind blanks.
His wings fan out behind him, vermillion rustling in the dim lighting of your now ruined bedroom; it’s a testament to how out of control he is, how close he is- he’s absolutely everywhere, biting down at your neck and whimpering uncharacteristically, fingers rubbing messily over your already ruined clit, cock stretching you out like it’s the only thing he’s ever been good at.
You can barely feel it when he cums, the sensation of him filling you up for a final time is lost as you scream and cling to him through your own orgasm. It’s like miniature sparks are perpetually infused into your bloodstream as you claw raw marks into his shoulders and rock into his shaky touch, whining desperately and twitching with overwhelming stimulation; his pelvis is completely soaked, but so is everything else- he lifts you up and drops you beside him, gritting his teeth against the sensitivity.
You feel aching. Everywhere feels exerted, sticky or weak; your poor abused clit throbs against the air of the room and you sigh, eyes fluttering closed. Keigo slumps beside you on the ruined bedsheets, almost immediately passing out; you should probably thank him, but you’re too tired. It feels like you’re too tired to do much of anything ever again.
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a/n: and so it begins..
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