#sub! hawks

[fa1rydr3ams]

Headcanon: How you punish your boyfriend when he acts out

| cw: sub! mha characters, domme! reader, gn! reader, mdni 18+, edging, cuffs, suggestive content, all characters are aged up!!

| a/n: tumblr won’t let me make posts again so I had to delete a draft…but if you like this and want to see more send an ask!

| Characters: Izuku, Bakugou, Denki, Tamaki, Shigaraki, Keigo

Izuku

Usually, you talk him through your entire scene—and honestly, just in general. He thrives on guidance, hanging onto every word you say like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. So sometimes, just to shake things up, you make him do all the work without telling him exactly what he needs to do. It doesn’t take long for him to get overwhelmed, his brows furrowing as he hesitates, second-guessing every little movement. “Am I doing this right? Is this what you want?” His voice wavers, his desperation to please you evident in the way he clings to your reactions. Izuku craves praise like it’s oxygen, so when you withhold it—when you don’t tell him how good he’s being—it drives him insane. His hands twitch as if he wants to reach for you, but he knows better. And when the uncertainty becomes too much, he finally breaks, pleading for you to tell him, to guide him, to remind him he’s doing so good for you. He’ll start apologizing profusely sometimes he isn’t even sure why.

Bakugou

He needs his hands on you at all times—it’s practically instinct. But that’s exactly why you tie them above his head, just out of reach. It’s the one thing that gets him to squirm the most, his frustration evident in the way his fingers flex, itching to grab at you. Early in your relationship, he was bratty, always pushing your buttons, challenging you just to see how far he could go. So you did this often. And let’s just say… he learned his lesson. Now, the second you pull out the restraints, his eyes widen, his breathing already uneven as he shifts beneath your gaze. “Wait—no, please, I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, his usual cockiness gone, replaced with something much more desperate. You tilt your head, looking him up and down, unimpressed. “You should’ve thought about that before you embarrassed me earlier.” He swallows hard, his muscles tensing as he tests the bindings, but there’s no escape. The realization dawns on him quickly—you’re going to take your time, and he’s going to take everything you give him.

Denki

Denki’s a brat—playful, cocky, and always testing the limits to see how far he can push you. But the second you decide to punish him, all that confidence is lost. Edging is his weakness, and you know exactly how to break him with it. Having his wrists tied to the headboard, preventing him from touching you or himself as you toy with him. “You wanted to act up, baby. Now you’re gonna sit here like a good boy for me.” His whole body twitches with every stroke, his breath coming out in shaky whimpers as you bring him close over and over. His golden eyes brim with tears when you refuse to let him finish, his pleas get sloppier the longer you drag it out. “Please—hah—please, I can’t—m’gonna—please, just let me cum,” he babbles, pulling at the restraints as if he might break free through sheer desperation. But you don’t let up until he’s trembling, overstimulated and begging so softly that you can’t your sweet boy any longer.

Tamaki

Tamaki’s punishment really isn’t about pain or control—it’s about pushing him out of his comfort zone. The shy, reserved man you love melts into a needy mess when you deny him praise, but it’s the soft humiliation that truly gets to him. “Look at you, Tamaki. So desperate you can’t even think straight,” you murmur as he squirms beneath you, his face buried against your shoulder in shame. You make him repeat filthy things back to you, forcing him to verbalize exactly what he wants while you deny him touch. His voice is shaky and hesitant, stumbling over the words as his blush spreads down his chest. “P-Please… need you so bad. I-I’ll be good, I promise.” And when you finally give in and touch him, he shudders at the first brush of your hand, the buildup making him unravel almost instantly, leaving him clinging to you with breathless apologies for being so needy.

Shigaraki

Shigaraki’s punishments are about control—taking away the freedom he hates to lose. His wrists are bound behind his back, stripping him of the ability to touch or claw at anything. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the longer you tease him, the more his composure cracks. “Tch—y-you think this is gonna break me? I—ah—I’m not that weak,” he growls, but his defiance fades fast when you ignore his attempts to dominate the situation. Every stroke of your hand or teasing press of your body has him trembling, his breath hitching as he tries to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his lips. His crimson eyes glisten with frustration when you stop just before he can tip over the edge, and despite his rough exterior, his voice cracks with desperate need. “P-Please… fuck—please just let me cum already.” By the time you’re finished, he’s a panting, wrecked mess, left clinging to you with the faintest, breathless “thank you” against your skin.

Keigo

Restraining his hands is one thing, but grounding his wings so he can’t use them sends a shudder through him. He shifts restlessly beneath you, golden eyes hazy with a mixture of frustration and desire. “Come on, baby… don’t be so mean,” he coaxes, trying to charm his way out of punishment. But when you stay silent, refusing to give him the praise he craves, his teasing bravado starts to crumble. His breath hitches as you touch him just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. Each whimper, each twitch of his wings, only fuels your resolve. “D-Don’t ignore me like this… Please, I—I need you,” he stammers, golden eyes wide and pleading. His cocky grin is long gone by the time you’re finished, replaced by breathless moans and soft cries as he finally falls apart beneath your touch.

| a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this, I know i need to post on this account more..also new chapter of she echoes in blue comes out tomorrow!!

[mysicklove]

𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋

DAY 12: SOUNDING

With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout

A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL

Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.

But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.

No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.

But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.

So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.

Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.

“You're scared, aren't ya?”

He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”

As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.

Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.

“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”

Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.

He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”

He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”

You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”

“Dont–Dont know if I can.”

You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”

Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.

“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.

He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.

Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.

You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.

And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”

He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”

You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.

He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.

“What does it feel like, Birdie?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”

You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.

The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”

His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”

You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”

“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.

His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.

You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.

You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.

You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.

“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.

He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”

You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”

But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”

You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.

Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.

You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.

“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.

“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.

A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.

White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.

You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.

It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.

“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.

You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”

When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.

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[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo who can't sleep without you cock warming him or he becomes a big baby, needs to feel your gooey insides keep him safe all night long or he wakes up whiny and close to tears. You sneak off one night to get a drink or use the bathroom and came back to him crying while squeezing himself in his hands, dazed and confused on where the warmth went and you had to ease him back into you, warm and still lose from not minutes earlier.

"Don't leave, don't leave again please, s' too cold without you. Need it- need you Dove, please." He doesn't fall asleep again for hours just trying to keep you in place, dozy distressed chirps soothed by you running you hand through his hair as he clings to you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to earth.

[fa1rydr3ams]

“Holiday Ball”

Submissive Bratty! Keigo Takami x Dom! Reader

| cw: sexual tension, jealous Keigo, slight nsfw

| a/n: day 20; check out the pixie list for previous works!

| wc: n/a

The ballroom was draped in elegant reds and golds, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and festive chatter. You arrived dressed to perfection, every glance in the room with your poised demeanor and striking attire.

Keigo had been by your side all evening, but his usual charm was tainted with an edge of jealousy. His golden eyes kept darting to anyone who dared linger on you too long, his wings twitching in agitation.

“Having fun, Keigo?” you teased, catching his arm as he leaned a little too close to interrupt a friendly conversation you were having with another guest.

“Not as much as you, apparently,” he muttered, a bratty smirk tugging at his lips. His voice was low, teasing, but his tone betrayed the simmering jealousy underneath.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his antics. “Careful,” you warned, leaning closer to him. “You’re starting to sound like a jealous little bird.”

His wings flared slightly, and he leaned into your space, voice dropping into a whisper only you could hear. “Maybe I am. You like it either way.”

The tension between you thickened, and your grip on his arm pinned him in place. “Keigo,” you said softly before leaning in closer, “don’t make me remind you who’s in charge.”

He stood there silently, the edge in his demeanor faltering for a moment. His wings quivered as he stood straighter, eyes darting away. “whatever,” he murmured under his breath, the tone in his voice sending a thrill of satisfaction to you.

Smirking, your grip tightening just enough to let him know you weren’t playing around. “You’re cute..” you kept your voice low, laced with mock amusement. “A little fight you’re trying to put up? That’s how you want to play tonight?”

Keigo’s wings twitched, and he let out a soft scoff, his gaze flitting to yours. “I’m just saying,” he muttered, his bratty tone slipping through. “Maybe I wouldn’t act out if you weren’t so busy entertaining everyone else.”

Your eyes narrowed, the subtle challenge in his words sparking something sharp in you. You leaned closer, your breath warm against his ear. “Jealousy is only slightly cute on you, Keigo. And I don’t need to entertain anyone else to get what I want.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, you swore you saw his knees wobble. But the brat wasn’t fully ready to yield—not yet. “You’re awfully confident,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side, his lips curling into a smug grin. “You sure you can handle me?”

The sheer audacity made you laugh—a low, commanding sound that sent a shiver through him. “Oh, precious,” you purred, your fingers brushing against the soft feathers of his wing, eliciting a sharp inhale. “When have not been able to?”

The words landed like a challenge, his pupils dilating as he pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to maintain his composure. But the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed him. “Try, prove it,” he shot back, his voice cracking just enough to betray the vulnerability beneath his bravado.

Your eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Oh, don’t worry,” you said, stepping back and smoothing out your outfit as if the tension between you hadn’t just spiked to unbearable levels. “I will. But not here.”

You turned on your heel, giving him one last look over your shoulder. “Be good for me and wait until the party’s over.”

Keigo stood rooted to the spot, his wings twitching, his cocky smirk long gone. The anticipation in his gaze said it all; he hated how much you had him wrapped around your finger, and he was loving every second of it.

You glided through the ballroom, the chatter and laughter of the festive gathering surrounding you. The glittering lights and the soft hum of holiday music created an elegant backdrop as you seamlessly joined a nearby conversation. Among the crowd, a charming “colleague” you vaguely recognized—approached with a warm smile.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his tone polite but clearly interested.

“Not at all,” you replied, returning his smile. The conversation between you flowed easily, your laughter at his witty remarks ringing out and catching Keigo’s attention from another spot in the room.

Keigo’s jaw clenched as he watched you, his golden eyes narrowing. His wings flared slightly, the feathers ruffling in frustration. You could feel his gaze boring into you, but you chose to ignore it, leaning just a little closer to the other man as you spoke.

The stranger said something that made you laugh again, your hand briefly brushing his arm. That was the last straw for Keigo. He stalked across the room, his strides purposeful and his wings spreading enough to draw the attention of a few partygoers.

“Excuse me,” he said smoothly, though his voice carried a distinct edge as he placed a hand on your lower back. “I need to borrow them for a moment.” He shot him a tight grin and squinted his eyes.

The stranger hesitated, glancing between the two of you. “Of course,” he said, his smile faltering slightly as he stepped back.

You turned to Keigo with a raised brow, but his determined gaze made it clear he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Without another word, he gently but firmly guided you toward an empty corridor away from the crowd.

As soon as you were out of earshot, you turned to him, arms crossed. “Care to explain what that was about, Keigo?”

His wings flared behind him, a visible display of his irritation. “What the hell was that?” he demanded, his tone low. “Flirting with someone else? Right after you told me to “be good?” seriously?”

A smirk tugged at your lips as you stepped closer, invading his space. “Jealous again, are we? I told you to wait, Keigo.”

He clenched his fists at his sides. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, his voice dipping lower. “Watching you do that after telling me to behave… I couldn’t just stand there.”

You tilted your head, feigning sympathy. “Awh, poor baby,” you teased, reaching out to trace a finger along his jaw. “Couldn’t handle a little harmless conversation?”

He shivered under your touch, his wings twitching, but his gaze didn’t waver. “You know it wasn’t harmless,” he shot back. “You did it on purpose.”

“Maybe I did,” you admitted, your voice softening as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “And maybe you need a reminder of what happens when you can’t behave.”

His breath hitched, his bravado slipping away completely as he looked at you with wide, desperate eyes. You smiled, your hand trailing down to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Let’s see if you can do it.”

Without waiting for a response, you took his hand and led him deeper into the corridor. Keigo followed you without resistance, his wings tucked tightly against his back, and his usual cocky attitude replaced by an eager, obedient tension. The muffled sounds of the party faded as you led him to a secluded room, closing the door softly behind you.

“You’ve been testing me all night,” you said, your voice calm but laced with authority. “And now you think you can just barge in and act like you’re in control? Tell me, Keigo, what exactly were you hoping to accomplish back there?”

He shifted under your gaze, his wings twitching slightly. “I just… I couldn’t stand it,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “Watching you talk to him, laugh with him—it felt like you were forgetting about me.”

Your lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Oh, Keigo,” you said, stepping closer. “Did you really think I’d ever forget about you? Or were you just looking for an excuse to act out so I’d put you back in your place?”

His breath caught as you reached out, your fingers brushing lightly along the edge of his jaw before gripping it firmly. “Answer me,” you commanded, your tone sharp.

“I—I don’t know,” he stammered, his usual confidence completely unraveling.

“Wrong answer,” you said, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted my attention, and now you’ve got it. So tell me, Keigo—who do you think is in charge here?”

“You are,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear that,” you demanded, your grip tightening slightly.

“You are,” he repeated, his golden eyes wide and pleading as he stood perfectly still, his wings trembling behind him.

“Good,” you said, releasing his chin and stepping back, your gaze never leaving his. “Now, let’s get one thing straight—you don’t interrupt me like that again. If you’ve got a problem, you wait.

Understand?”

“Yes,” he said quickly, his voice laced with desperation. “I understand.”

“Good boy,” you praised, the words sending a visible shiver through him. “Now, are you going to behave for the rest of the night, or will I need to remind you again?”

“I’ll behave,” he promised, his wings drooping slightly in submission.

You smiled, stepping closer and pressing a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “That’s what I like to hear,” you murmured, your voice softening slightly. “Now, let’s go back to the party, and you can show me just how good you can be.”

He nodded, swallowing hard as he followed you to the door, his usual swagger replaced by an eager willingness to please. As you stepped back into the bright, festive atmosphere, you cast him a sidelong glance, your smirk returning.

okay these are getting longg but I really enjoyed writing this and may have to continue it

dividers by @anitalenia

[mysicklove]

(This might be a stretch because i didnt see anything like this in ur rules😭)

Keigo/Hawks having like sensitive wings and nipples and just teasing him with only those 2 things not even touching his cock

RAHHH YES YES YES THIS IS SO HOT.

He’s so cute like this. In between your legs, his back pressed up against your chest. He was completely bare, and his cock was pulsing against his thigh, begging for you to touch it. But you were mean and wanted him to cum from his wings and nipples alone.

You know he can, you trained his nipples to be sensitive so that he could, but he hates it. It takes too long for him to cum, and the pleasure is borderline overstimulating. He just needs one touch, just a graze from your hand to hit that high. So he cries as the red tip begins to drool onto the bed sheet.

His back arches away from you when you lick up the small area between those large wings. He hiccups when you pinch his pink perky nubs, now swollen from all the attention. “Please! It’s too much! Please just touch my cock!”

He’s thrashing against you, knowing that he could use his hands at any moment to reach down and touch himself, but he hates the idea of disobeying your command. So, he keeps his fist balled up against your thigh.

You coo at him and he racks another pathetic sob. He cranes his neck to bury his face into your neck and mumbles, “Please. Please. Please,” causing you to frown. You move your hand from his nipples to dig your fingers into the base of the feathers and he begins to heave, his wings frantically twitching like they have a mind of their own.

“But love, I know you can cum without touching you there. You’re being greedy,” You say, kissing the top of his hair, damp from sweat. You switch from lightly tracing his wings to scraping your nails against them.

He wants to scream, wants to deny your statement, wants to just fucking cum already but he can’t. He’s crumbling underneath you, and everything is so blurry with the tears. It’s all so frustrating and by god, your hands are back on his nipples.

He is trembling against you, shrinking away from your fingers that are toying with his overstimulated and very much sensitive chest. His body seems to cave in on himself, and he picks up his begging, “Please. It’s too-I cant! I can’t cum like this! It hurts, oh god it hurts.” He sobs and you affectionately rub his exposed cheek, as he presses himself closer to you.

You sigh, maybe he was right. Maybe it was a one-time thing. You dont want to push him this far. “Just a touch?”

“Yes! Need it!” He has almost completely turned inward toward you and begins to paw at your chest.

“Okay, just because you’re being so good.” He nods his head frantically, eyes lightening up. Just one more second until you were going to touch him, he can finally cum in just a second.

Maybe its the thought of your hand finally wrapping around his now burning cock, or maybe it’s the praise, but he cums before you even begin to reach for it. It hit him hard and unexpectedly. His body begins to tremble and his abdomen contracts as he squeezes his pretty eyes shut.

Your eyes widen in shock when you see the ropes of cum shoot from him. A loud drawn-out moan falls from his lips and his back arches. He tries to squeeze his thighs together, but you force them open with your legs, all the while mumbling praise and kissing his neck. The orgasm lasts long, just like it did the last time you did this to him.

When he comes back down from his high, he wears a drunken smile, face completely flushed. You begin to play with his hair as his body goes slack, and he preens when here you say, “I knew you could do it.”

[mysicklove]

Pathetic! Hawks who realized mid argument with you that maybe he shouldn't be turned on by the insults. Who might have continued arguing just to pull the harsh words out of you. Who replays the scene in his head and masturbates to it later.

Pathetic! Hawks who realizes he is into pain when he out right moaned from the scratches you left down his back. Who after stared in the mirror at the red streaks and felt himself grow hard again.

Pathetic! Hawks who out of the blue asked you to choke him in the middle of you fucking. Whose eyes rolled back with the lack of oxygen and cums harder than he has ever before.

Pathetic! Hawks who secretly jacks off while the two of you are on the phone. Who has conversations with you with his dick in his hands, and half-lidded eyes imagining what you would think of him.

Pathetic! Hawks who humps your pillow when he misses you too much. Who imagines what disgusting words you would call him if you ever found out.

Pathetic! Hawks who loves the idea of cumming in his pants. How sticky and gross it would feel. How you would think that he is disgusting.

Pathetic! Hawks who wants to hump at your shoe while you laugh at his dick. Wants you to make fun of his size, and maybe even step on it.

Pathetic! Hawks who wants you to degrade him until he cries. Who agrees with every insult with a moan, and a slow nod, begging for more.

Pathetic! Hawks who loves the idea of being pathetic. Who shivers with a lazy grin on his face when finds out that is what you really think of him.

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Keigo who had a sex doll before he met you and after you find it you make him fuck it in front of you to humiliate himself.