9 Days left....
You and Keigo are engaged and he is keeping his secret life from the commission and planning on find you guys a safe place away from everyone all while doing that he wants to take his time with you (but you can't wait) so you decide to make his day.... ;)
TW: SMUT
(NOT MY IMAGE (obviously, found on Pinterest))
The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Keigo stirred slowly, consciousness returning in gentle stages. The first thing he registered was warmth—your body pressed against his, fitting perfectly into the curve of his embrace. His wings had wrapped even tighter around you both during the night, cocooning you completely.
For a long moment, he didn't move. He just lay there, golden eyes half-lidded, watching you sleep with an expression of wonder.
She's real. This is real.
His hand, which had somehow found its way under your shirt during the night to rest against your bare skin, flexed gently. He should probably move it—but he couldn't bring himself to break contact.
"Morning, pretty girl," he murmured softly, not wanting to startle you awake but unable to stay silent. His voice was rough with sleep, lower than usual.
He pressed a feather-light kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth—gentle wake-up kisses.
"I need to get ready for patrol soon," he whispered reluctantly, even as his arms tightened around you. "But I don't want to move. You're too comfortable."
His wings rustled, a few feathers drifting down around you both.
"Best sleep I've had in years," he admitted quietly. "Turns out having someone to hold makes all the difference." He nuzzled into your hair. "You didn't have any nightmares, did you? Sleep okay?"
Despite his words about needing to leave, he made no actual move to get up—clearly torn between duty and the overwhelming desire to stay exactly where he was.
"Five more minutes," he bargained with himself out loud. "Just five more minutes of this before I have to be Hawks again."
His hand traced lazy patterns on your skin where it rested against your waist.
"And then I'm going to spend all day on patrol thinking about you. Waiting for those naughty photos you promised." The last part was said with a hint of his usual playfulness returning. "You're going to be so much trouble, aren't you?"
But he was smiling—soft and genuine and completely content in this quiet morning moment.
You place her hand over keigos which is under her shirt, she doesn’t move it but moves her thumb giving it a gentle rub. “ good morning.”.
Keigo's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand covering his, keeping it right where it was against your bare skin. That simple gesture—acceptance, permission, trust—sent warmth flooding through his chest.
"Good morning," he repeated, voice even rougher now. His thumb began mirroring yours, rubbing gentle circles against your waist.
He shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you properly. Sleep-mussed hair, soft features, those eyes blinking awake—you were devastating.
"You're beautiful in the morning," he murmured, completely sincere. "All soft and warm and..." His hand flexed against your skin. "Mine."
He leaned down to kiss you properly—slow and deep and sweet. Morning breath didn't seem to matter when everything felt this right.
When he pulled back, there was reluctance written all over his face.
"I really do need to get ready," he said, though his hand still hadn't moved from under your shirt. "Patrol starts in an hour, and I need to shower, get my gear..." He trailed off, golden eyes darkening slightly. "You could join me. In the shower. Just to... save time."
He caught himself immediately.
"No—ignore that. Bad idea. Terrible idea." He groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. "See what you do to me? I wake up with you in my arms and suddenly all my good intentions fly out the window."
His wings rustled in agitation—or maybe frustration.
"Nine days left," he reminded himself, voice muffled against your skin. "Nine more days and then I can have you however I want. In the shower, in bed, against every wall in our safe house..."
He lifted his head, expression torn between desire and determination.
"Help me be strong, pretty girl. Tell me to get up and get ready for work like a responsible hero." But even as he said it, his hand traced up your side slightly, thumb brushing just under the curve of your breast before stopping.
"Because right now, all I want to do is stay in this bed with you and forget the world exists."
His smile was crooked and helpless.
"You're dangerous first thing in the morning, you know that?"
you roll over and lays on keigo, a leg on each side of him with their tummies pressed together. “ not yet.” You kiss keigo gently biting his bottom lip and kissing him again.
Keigo's entire body went rigid beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as you positioned yourself on top of him.
"Baby bird" he calls out as barely more than a groan.
The feeling of your body pressed against his, your legs straddling his hips, the gentle bite to his lip—it all combined into sensory overload. His hands flew to your waist instinctively, gripping perhaps too tightly.
"Pretty girl, you're—" He tried to speak between kisses, but you kept stealing his words. "This is—we said we wouldn't—"
But his body was betraying every protest. His hips shifted slightly beneath you, and there was no hiding his very obvious physical reaction to having you on top of him like this. His wings spread wide across the bed, feathers trembling with barely restrained tension.
"You're not playing fair," he managed, voice strained and rough. His golden eyes were dark with want, pupils blown wide. "I'm trying to be good. Trying to wait. And you're—"
He kissed you back harder, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair while the other gripped your hip. For several heated moments, he completely gave in—matching your intensity, deepening the kiss until you were both breathless.
Then, with what appeared to be monumental effort, he broke away.
"Stop," he panted, though his hands hadn't released you. "Stop, stop, we have to stop."
His chest was heaving beneath you, and you could feel his heart racing.
"If you keep kissing me like that, if you keep sitting on me like this..." He swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm going to snap. I'm going to forget every promise I made about waiting and doing this right, and I'm going to flip you over and—"
He cut himself off with a groan.
"Please." The word was desperate, almost pained. "Please get off me before I lose control completely. Before I do something we both agreed to wait for."
His hands were shaking where they held you.
"You're killing me. Absolutely killing me." Despite his words, he stole one more quick kiss—like he couldn't help himself. "Nine days. Just nine more days and then you can torture me like this all you want. But right now, I need you to move before I forget how to be a gentleman."
His wings had curled up protectively around you both again, even as he was trying to maintain control.
"Come on, my love," he whispered, voice raw. "Help me be strong. Because you feel too good and I want you too badly, and if you don't move right now, I'm going to break every rule I set for us."
“then I’ll take you up on the offer and join you in the shower.” You say playfully.
Keigo's eyes widened, and for a moment he looked genuinely panicked.
"That's—no, that's the opposite of helping me be strong!" His voice cracked slightly, caught between arousal and desperation. "Do you have any idea what seeing you naked and wet is going to do to me?"
His hands were still on your hips, and despite his protests, he hadn't pushed you off yet.
"My Dove. Pretty girl. *My love.*" Each word was deliberate, like he was trying to ground himself. "If you get in that shower with me, there is a zero percent chance nothing happens. Zero. None."
He finally managed to gently shift you off him, immediately rolling away and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. His wings were drawn tight against his back, trembling with tension.
"I can feel myself losing this fight," he admitted roughly. "Every word out of your mouth, every touch, every time you look at me like that..." He turned to look at you over his shoulder, expression tortured. "You're making it impossible to wait."
He stood abruptly, putting distance between you.
"Okay. New plan." His voice was strained but attempting control. "You stay in here. I'm going to take a very cold shower. Alone. And then I'm going to leave for patrol before I completely lose my mind."
But he hesitated at the bathroom door, looking back at you with such raw longing it was almost painful.
"When I get back tonight..." He swallowed hard. "When I get back, we're going apartment hunting. Finding our safe house. Because I can't do eight more nights of this. I won't survive eight more nights of waking up with you and having to leave."
His smile was crooked and helpless.
"You win, okay? You've completely destroyed my self-control. I'm hanging on by a thread here." He gripped the doorframe. "So please, just let me shower and leave before that thread snaps entirely."
His wings rustled anxiously.
"And maybe hold off on those naughty photos today? Because I'm already going to be completely useless on patrol just thinking about you in my bed."
Despite everything, there was affection in his eyes—like he was both tortured and delighted by your effect on him.
"Nine days," he repeated, but it sounded more like a prayer now than a timeline.
“okay fine.”
You give keigo and goodbye kiss and he’s off to the shower and eventually leaves for work. 5 hours later you send him a picture of your tits, before he checks the message you send him a video of you fucking yourself on your fingers, messy puffy pussy dripping all over your hand.
Five hours into patrol, Hawks was mid-flight between buildings when his phone buzzed against his thigh.
He landed on a rooftop to check it—standard procedure for hero communications—not expecting what he found.
The first image loaded and he actually stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.
"Holy—" The words died in his throat as his eyes locked onto the photo of your bare breasts. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
His wings flared wide involuntarily, feathers bristling. Heat shot straight through him, his body responding immediately despite being in full hero gear in the middle of the day.
Then the second notification. A video.
Keigo's hands were shaking as he pressed play, and the sound that escaped him when he saw what you were doing was barely human—somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
"Fuck," he breathed, unable to look away. The sight of your fingers working yourself, your pussy glistening and dripping, the sounds you were making—it was destroying him. "Fuck, fuck, *fuck*."
He watched it twice. Three times. His breathing had gone ragged, and there was absolutely no hiding his physical reaction now. Thank god he was alone on this rooftop.
His fingers fumbled as he typed back, barely coherent:
*You're in so much trouble*
Then immediately after:
*I'm rock hard in the middle of patrol you absolute menace*
*Can't even fly right now because everyone will see*
A pause, then:
*You look so fucking good*
*The things I want to do to you*
*Nine days is too long*
Another longer pause as he tried to regain composure and failed utterly:
*I'm coming home early*
*Fuck patrol. Fuck responsibility*
*I need you RIGHT NOW*
But even as he sent it, reality crashed back in. He had a job. People depending on him. He couldn't just abandon patrol because his girlfriend sent him explicit content.
A follow-up message, this one more strained:
*No. Ignore that. I can't*
*Oh Dove, I SWEAR when I get home tonight*
*You're not going to be able to walk tomorrow*
His hand dragged through his hair, completely destroying the careful styling.
*This is payback for this morning isn't it?*
*For making you stop?*
*Well congratulations pretty girl. You've completely wrecked me*
*I'm going to be thinking about that video for the rest of my entire life*
He had to physically shake himself, trying to will his body back under control.
*Save that energy for tonight*
*Because we're finding an apartment TODAY*
*I'm not waiting nine more days*
*Can't wait nine more days*
*Not after seeing that*
His wings were still trembling, body wound tight with need and frustration.
*You're so beautiful when you touch yourself*
*But next time I want to be the one making you that wet*
*Want to be the one making you moan like that*
He groaned again, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his hero costume.
*How am I supposed to focus on saving people when all I can think about is being inside you?*
*You're evil. Absolutely evil.*
*And I love you so fucking much it's actually painful right now*
instead of replying with words you send him another video full body and expressions. fucking your fingers more until you’re a moaning mess, “m-mmm, fuck keigo, f-feels so good”, you say as you’re cumming and squirting all over your fingers.
The notification lit up his phone and Keigo actually had to grip the edge of the building to steady himself.
His finger hesitated over the play button for only a second before his control shattered completely. He pressed play.
"Oh my god," he choked out, the words barely audible.
Watching you fall apart, hearing his name fall from your lips as you came, seeing you squirt—it broke something fundamental in him. His wings spread so wide they scraped against the rooftop access door behind him. Several feathers actually detached and scattered in his agitation.
The video played once. Twice. He couldn't stop watching.
His hand was shaking so badly he could barely type:
*That's it. I'm done.*
*Calling in sick. Emergency. Whatever.*
*Stay exactly where you are*
*Don't move. Don't get dressed.*
*I'm coming home RIGHT NOW*
He was already airborne before he sent the next message, flying faster than he probably should through the city airways.
*You said my name*
*You came thinking about me*
*dove I'm losing my mind*
*Fuck the timeline. Fuck waiting. Fuck doing things "right"*
*I need you and I need you NOW*
His phone rang almost immediately—the Hero Commission. He declined the call. They'd understand. Or they wouldn't. He didn't care anymore.
Another message as he banked hard around a building:
*15 minutes*
*I'll be home in 15 minutes*
*And when I get there I'm not stopping*
*Not tonight. Not anymore.*
*You've officially destroyed every ounce of my self-control*
*Hope you're ready pretty girl*
*Because I'm about to ruin you in the best possible way*
His wings beat harder, faster. The city was a blur beneath him.
*12 minutes now*
*And I'm going to make you cum so much harder than that*
*Going to make you scream my name properly*
*Make you squirt all over my cock instead of your fingers*
The rational part of his brain—the part trained by the Commission—was screaming at him that this was reckless, impulsive, wrong.
He silenced it completely.
*10 minutes*
*Stay in bed*
*Stay wet for me*
*Because I'm not going to be gentle*
His heart was racing, body thrumming with need and adrenaline.
*I love you*
*And I'm going to show you exactly how much*
*Right fucking now*
10 minutes pass and youre spread out rubbing a tiny vibrator against your clit and putting the tip of it inside, legs clenched just to get a taste, pussy ached to be fully sucked and fucked “m-mhm f-fuck.” you gasped.
The apartment door burst open with enough force to make it slam against the wall.
Keigo stood in the doorway, chest heaving, wings still fully spread from flight. His hero visor was askew, jacket half-unzipped, golden eyes wild and predatory as they locked onto the scene before him.
You. Spread out on his bed. Legs clenched. That tiny vibrator working you over.
"*Fuck*," he breathed, voice absolutely wrecked.
He was across the room in seconds, hero training making him impossibly fast. The vibrator was plucked from your hand with a feather before you could even process his arrival.
"No," he growled, tossing it aside. "No toys. Just me."
His hands went to your thighs, spreading your legs wide with a roughness that bordered on desperate. His eyes were fixed between them, taking in how wet you were, how swollen and needy.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice dropping to something dark and possessive. "Look at this pretty pussy. All wet and aching for me."
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, yanking you closer until your legs were over his shoulders.
"Been thinking about this for hours. Watching those videos over and over." His breath was hot against your inner thigh. "Hearing you say my name while you came."
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, then another, working his way up.
"My turn now, pretty girl. My turn to make you fall apart."
His eyes flicked up to meet yours—golden and intense and absolutely gone with want.
"And I'm not stopping until you've screamed my name so many times you forget every other word."
Then his mouth was on you—no teasing, no gentle buildup. Just immediate, overwhelming intensity as his tongue dragged through your folds with a groan that vibrated against your most sensitive flesh.
"So fucking sweet," he mumbled against you, already drunk on your taste. "Better than I imagined."
His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to bruise, holding you exactly where he wanted you as he worked you over with single-minded focus.
This wasn't the careful, controlled Hawks. This was Keigo completely unleashed—desperate and hungry and determined to make you feel everything he'd been holding back.
keigo continues to eat your pussy, fucking you with his tongue. as you finish, a knock at the door sounds, perhaps someone from the commission?, keigo pulls away from your pussy, a string of mess connections your pussy and his lips and breaks as he pulls away licking his lips
The knock echoed through the apartment just as your thighs were trembling against his shoulders.
Keigo's entire body went rigid, his tongue still pressed against you as his eyes snapped toward the door. The string of your arousal connected his lips to your pussy broke as he pulled back, and he licked his lips slowly—savoring every drop even as his expression shifted from pure hunger to cold calculation.
Another knock. More insistent this time.
"Hawks? We know you're in there. The Commission needs to speak with you."
His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle jump. His wings pulled tight against his back, feathers bristling with barely contained aggression.
"Stay exactly like this," he murmured to you, voice still rough with desire but edged with something dangerous now. "Don't move. Don't get dressed."
He stood, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth—though it did nothing to hide the evidence of what he'd been doing. His lips were swollen and glistening, hair completely disheveled, jacket hanging open, and there was absolutely no mistaking the prominent bulge straining against his pants.
"This better be fucking life or death," he muttered, stalking toward the door.
He opened it just enough to block the view inside—positioning himself in the doorway with wings spread to create a wall.
Two Commission representatives stood there, tablets in hand, expressions professionally neutral until they took in his appearance.
"Hawks, you—" The woman's eyes widened slightly. "You called in sick but your vitals showed—"
"I'm handling a personal emergency," Keigo cut her off, voice flat and cold in a way you'd never heard before. "A *very* personal emergency that has nothing to do with hero work."
"The Commission requires—"
"I don't care what the Commission requires right now." His smile was all edges, no warmth. "Unless Tokyo is literally burning down, you're going to turn around and leave. I'll be back on duty tomorrow."
"Hawks, this is highly irregular—"
"So is showing up at my private residence unannounced." His hand gripped the doorframe. "I've given you years of my life. Every mission, every order, every sacrifice you've asked for. I'm taking *one* evening. One."
His wings spread wider, more threatening now.
"And if you don't leave in the next ten seconds, I'm going to be very unprofessional about making you leave."
The representatives exchanged glances. The man opened his mouth to speak, but something in Keigo's expression stopped him.
"Tomorrow morning. 6 AM. Briefing," the woman finally said. "This conversation isn't over."
"It is for tonight," Keigo replied, already closing the door.
The moment it clicked shut, he locked it and turned back to you. The cold, dangerous hero vanished instantly, replaced by the desperate, hungry man from moments before.
"Where were we?" he breathed, already crossing back to the bed. "Oh right—I was making you scream my name."
He dropped back to his knees between your legs, hands gripping your thighs.
"And now I'm annoyed, which means I'm going to take it out on this pretty pussy until you forget the Commission exists." His eyes were dark, possessive. "Until the only thing you can think about is me."
His mouth was on you again—harder this time, more intense, like he was claiming you.
"Mine," he growled against your flesh. "You're mine tonight. Not theirs. Mine."
“all yours baby”
That simple affirmation—"all yours baby"—shattered the last thread of his restraint.
"Damn right you are," Keigo growled against your pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through you.
His tongue worked you over with renewed intensity, alternating between long, slow drags through your folds and fast, focused attention on your clit. One hand released your thigh to bring two fingers to your entrance, teasing but not entering yet.
"So fucking wet," he murmured between strokes of his tongue. "All this for me? Been aching for me all day, haven't you?"
He finally slid those fingers inside—slowly at first, letting you feel every inch as he curled them upward to find that spot that made your back arch.
"There it is," he breathed, feeling you clench around his fingers. "That's my good girl."
His mouth returned to your clit, sucking gently while his fingers pumped steadily, building a rhythm designed to drive you insane. His free hand splayed possessively across your lower stomach, holding you in place.
"Want you to cum on my tongue," he said, pulling back just enough to watch his fingers disappear inside you. "Want to taste it. Want to feel you fall apart for me."
His golden eyes flicked up to meet yours—wild and intense and completely focused on your pleasure.
"Then I'm going to fuck you properly," he continued, voice dropping to something darker. "Going to fill this pretty pussy up and make you take every inch until you can't remember your own name."
He added a third finger, stretching you, preparing you, while his tongue never stopped its relentless assault on your clit.
"But first—" He sucked hard, fingers curling perfectly. "First you're going to give me what I want. Going to cum all over my face like you did on those fingers in that video."
His wings had spread wide behind him, feathers trembling with barely contained need, but his entire focus remained on you—on taking you apart piece by piece with his mouth and hands.
"Come on, pretty girl," he coaxed, feeling your walls starting to flutter around his fingers. "Let go for me. Scream my name. Show me exactly who you belong to."
You run your fingers in keigos hair as he eats you out, arching against his mouth causing his fingers deeper into you, “I’m gonna give you all of it baby”.
Your fingers threading through his hair sent a visible shudder through Keigo's entire body, his wings flaring wider in response.
"Yeah?" he breathed against you, the word vibrating deliciously. "Gonna give me everything?"
He groaned when you arched against him, driving his fingers deeper. The sound was primal, desperate—like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you were.
"That's it, baby. Use my mouth," he encouraged, his free hand sliding from your stomach to grip your hip, helping you grind against his face. "Take what you need."
His tongue flattened against your clit, giving you the perfect surface to rock against while his fingers worked inside you with practiced precision. He curved them just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids with every thrust.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled, words muffled but audible. "Could do this for hours. Could live between these thighs."
He could feel you getting closer—your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers, your breathing becoming more erratic, the way your fingers tightened in his hair.
"Come on, my Dove," he urged, voice rough and commanding even muffled against your pussy. "Give it to me. Wanna feel you fall apart. Wanna taste you cumming on my tongue."
He doubled his efforts, fingers pumping faster, tongue working your clit with relentless intensity. His golden eyes stayed locked on your face, watching every expression of pleasure cross your features.
"Mine," he growled possessively. "This pussy is mine. These moans are mine. You're *mine.*"
His cock was straining painfully against his pants, but he ignored it completely. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making you come undone—making you scream his name loud enough that the Commission agents probably still in the hallway would know exactly what he'd chosen over their briefing.
"Let go, pretty girl," he commanded. "Cum for me. Now."
You cum hard, on his fingers and his tounge, “m-mm, keigo!” You say as your legs shake.
The moment you came undone, Keigo groaned so deeply it was almost a growl—the sound raw and completely unrestrained.
"*Fuck*, yes," he breathed against you, not pulling away even as your release flooded his mouth and fingers. "Just like that, baby. Just like that."
His tongue worked you through every wave, lapping up everything you gave him like a man starving. His fingers continued their steady rhythm inside you, coaxing out every last tremor until you were oversensitive and shaking.
Only when your thighs started to close around his head did he finally pull back, his chin and lips glistening with your arousal. The sight was absolutely obscene—and the look in his eyes was pure possession and satisfaction.
"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs as you came down. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum."
He slowly withdrew his fingers, immediately bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean while maintaining eye contact. The deliberate eroticism of the act made it clear he was trying to drive you insane.
"Better than any fantasy," he said, voice absolutely wrecked. "Better than those videos. Nothing compares to the real thing."
He stood from his knees, finally allowing you to see the full evidence of how affected he was—his jacket completely open now, shirt disheveled, hair absolutely destroyed from your fingers, and the prominent bulge in his pants that looked almost painful.
"My turn," he said simply, already working his belt buckle with shaking hands.
His wings were spread wide behind him, feathers trembling with anticipation. The careful, controlled hero was completely gone—this was just Keigo, desperate and needy and finally allowing himself to take what he wanted.
"Been waiting so long for this," he admitted, shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. "Dreaming about being inside you. About how you'd feel wrapped around me."
He gripped himself once, hissing at the contact, before positioning himself between your legs. His free hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek with surprising tenderness given the hunger in his eyes.
"Tell me you want this," he said, golden eyes searching yours. "Tell me you want me."
Despite everything—despite how desperate he clearly was—he still waited for your consent. Still needed to hear you say it.
“I want this baby, I’m all yours.”
Your words hit him like a physical force, and whatever remaining control he'd been clinging to evaporated completely.
"Thank fuck," he breathed, and then he was kissing you—deep and desperate, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
His hand slid down to grip your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing through your folds. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch your face, golden eyes intense and focused.
"Look at me," he commanded softly. "Want to see your eyes when I fill you up for the first time."
He pushed forward slowly—agonizingly slowly—letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open. The groan that escaped him was broken and raw, his wings spreading so wide they knocked over a lamp on the nightstand.
"Oh my *god*," he choked out, forehead dropping to rest against yours. "Damn Dove. Fuck. You feel—"
He couldn't even finish the sentence, too overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being inside you. His entire body was trembling with the effort of holding still, letting you adjust to his size.
"So tight," he managed, voice strained. "So perfect. Like you were made for me."
His thumb found your clit, circling gently to help you relax as he continued pushing deeper. Inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you, both of you breathing hard.
"Fuck," he laughed breathlessly, the sound almost delirious. "I'm never going to be the same after this. You've completely ruined me, pretty girl."
He stayed still for a moment, just savoring the feeling, before his hips rolled experimentally—testing, searching for the angle that would make you see stars.
"Tell me how it feels," he murmured against your lips. "Tell me what you need. Want to make this so good for you."
His feathers were everywhere—some bracing against the headboard for leverage, others caressing your skin with impossible gentleness, creating a cocoon of red around you both.
"Been dreaming about this," he admitted, starting to move with slow, deep strokes. "About being buried inside you. About making you mine in every possible way."
You run your fingers through keigos wings as he’s inside , while rapping your legs around his waist to pull him close.
The moment your fingers touched his wings, Keigo's entire body seized up with a violent shudder.
"*Fuck*—baby—" His voice cracked completely, hips stuttering forward involuntarily as pleasure shot through him like electricity.
His wings were incredibly sensitive—one of his most vulnerable spots—and having you touch them while buried deep inside you nearly short-circuited his brain entirely. Feathers trembled and fluttered under your fingers, several detaching and floating around you both like red snow.
"Baby, you can't—" Another broken groan as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Can't touch my wings like that unless you want this to be over embarrassingly fast."
But he made no move to stop you. If anything, he pressed closer, giving you better access while his hips began moving with more purpose—each thrust deep and deliberate, angled to hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Feel so good wrapped around me," he panted against your neck, one hand gripping the headboard hard enough to crack the wood. "Both ways. Your pussy and your legs and your hands on my wings—it's too much. You're too much."
His other hand slid beneath you, gripping your ass to change the angle slightly, driving even deeper. The bed frame groaned under the force of his thrusts, headboard hitting the wall with steady rhythm.
"Been holding back so long," he admitted between kisses along your jaw. "Trying to be good. Trying to do things right. But fuck—I can't with you."
His wings spread wider, then folded around you both—creating an intimate cocoon that blocked out everything except each other. The gesture was possessive and protective simultaneously.
"Touch them more," he suddenly demanded, voice rough with need. "Don't stop. Want you to take everything from me."
He punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust that made you both gasp.
"Want you to ruin me completely."
You place both legs on his shoulders in a mating press so he goes deeper, still messing with his wings as he thrusts.
When you shifted your legs onto his shoulders, opening yourself up completely, Keigo's eyes went almost black with desire.
"Oh *fuck*—" The angle drove him so much deeper that he actually had to pause, muscles trembling with the effort of not completely losing control. "Dove, holy shit—"
The mating press position had him hitting places that made your vision blur, and combined with your continued attention to his wings, he was rapidly coming undone.
"You're going to—fucking hell—" His hips snapped forward harder, unable to maintain the slow pace anymore. "Trying to break me, aren't you?"
His feathers were going wild now—some wrapping around your wrists gently, others caressing every inch of exposed skin they could reach. The sensitivity of having them touched while buried this deep inside you was destroying his composure completely.
"Can feel you squeezing me," he panted, forehead pressed to yours as he thrust deeper. "So fucking tight in this position. Taking me so perfectly."
One hand braced beside your head while the other gripped your thigh, holding you exactly where he wanted you as he set a punishing rhythm. The headboard was slamming against the wall now, surely audible throughout the entire building—but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Touch them harder," he demanded breathlessly, wings trembling violently under your ministrations. "Want to feel everything. Want you to make me lose it completely."
His cock was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, the new angle letting him go impossibly deep. Sweat beaded on his forehead, golden eyes locked on your face with desperate intensity.
"Gonna fill you up," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll feel it for days. Mark you as mine from the inside."
His control was hanging by a thread—you could see it in the wild look in his eyes, feel it in how his whole body was trembling.
"Come with me," he pleaded. "Need to feel you cum on my cock. Please, baby. Need it so badly."
You squirt and cum all over his cock. “c-cum in-inside keigo!” You say with the pure desire to be filled completely.
The moment you squirted and came all over his cock, combined with those desperate words—"cum inside"—Keigo completely shattered.
"*Fuck*—yes—Dove, baby bird—*fuck*!" His voice broke entirely as his hips slammed forward one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible.
His wings spread to their absolute limit, feathers exploding outward in every direction as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. You could feel him pulsing inside you, hot ropes of cum filling you exactly like he'd promised, and the sensation seemed to go on forever.
"Mine," he gasped against your neck, body shaking violently. "Mine, mine, *mine*—"
His hips jerked with aftershocks, pushing his release deeper, grinding against you like he couldn't bear to pull away even slightly. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks.
"Holy shit," he finally managed, voice completely wrecked. "Holy shit ."
He stayed buried inside you, both of you trembling and breathing hard, his wings slowly folding back in to create a protective cocoon around you both. Small kisses peppered across your face—your forehead, cheeks, nose, finally your lips.
"That was—" He laughed breathlessly, the sound dazed and satisfied. "I don't even have words. You completely destroyed me."
He shifted slightly, both of you hissing at the sensitivity, and you could feel the evidence of what you'd done together starting to leak out around where you were still joined.
"Not pulling out yet," he murmured possessively. "Want to stay inside you as long as possible. Want to feel this."
His fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, such a contrast to the intensity of moments before.
"You okay?" he asked softly, golden eyes searching your face with genuine concern despite how thoroughly satisfied he looked. "Was that too much? Too rough?"
A feather brushed tenderly across your cheek.
"Because I'm absolutely not done with you tonight," he admitted with a lazy grin. "Just need a few minutes to recover. Then I'm going to make love to you properly—slow and sweet this time."
He kissed you deeply, thoroughly.
"Hope you didn't have plans tomorrow. Because you're not leaving this bed."