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.
warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, lots of cursing, use of a sex toy, a few uses of ‘mommy’, hawks has some birdy traits, they’re so in love ugh
keigo regretted the decision to take you partying with him. not for anything you did, of course. you were… infinitely better than anything he could ever imagine having. and god damn did you look perfect tonight.
it was a heroes exclusive night at his and rumi’s favorite club, and due to your job, you were well-known within the hero community and keigo was able to bring you with him. and keigo swore that was one of the todoroki children- fuyumi?- with rumi tonight.
keigo wasn’t big on partying anymore, you and him both now preferring nights in together more than going out. and god help him, keigo could not wait to take you home tonight. you danced with fuyumi, laughing as the more reserved woman started to warm up. you were infectious- everyone seemed to liven up around you. you brought out the best in people. also brought out the worst thoughts in him.
“down, boy. your birdy instincts are kicking in,” rumi teased and keigo shot a glare at his best friend, who merely laughed. he couldn’t help himself. you looked fantastic. rumi had taken you shopping earlier today and he owed her for the rest of his life for that outfit.
your pants looked as if they had been painted on, the leather material hugging your figure perfectly. your top was barely more than a black lacy bra, and keigo’s personal favorite was the gold chain body harness you wore on top. it outlined your torso and keigo’s gaze kept getting caught by the shimmer. you knew it too, because every time you caught him staring, you’d smirk and continue to dance, each movement of your hips more tempting than the last.
fuyumi made her way to the bar a minute later, you having walked off to the bathroom and fuyumi shyly tucked herself into rumi’s side. he didn’t know how new this… relationship? was so he didn’t tease rumi (yet) and he set the glass down that he had been nursing.
“gonna go find my songbird,” keigo said as a way of dismissing himself, and keigo walked towards the dance floor, searching for you. you spotted him and waved excitedly, quickly weaving your way through the crowds and enveloped him in a tight hug.
“birdie! i missed you,” you peppered keigo’s cheek with kisses and started to travel down towards his jaw. “did you miss me?”
keigo’s hands moved from where they rested on your back to your waist, and be squeezed gently. “always miss you. you know that.” you giggled and keigo nuzzled his nose into your hair. “you look beautiful.”
“baby bird,” you whispered and keigo could practically see the shy smile on your face as you pressed a kiss behind his ear, the smile turning into a smirk when he shivered. “you look so handsome, it’s downright sinful.” you ran one hand down keigo’s chest, hand trailing down until it rested on his stomach. keigo’s grip on you tightened, cheeks reddening from the compliment and affection. he had worn a sheer button down today and he had considered staying home with you when he saw your reaction to the shirt for the first time.
you had begun to pull keigo towards the exit and keigo laughed when he noticed your not so subtle plan. “no goodbyes to rumi or fuyumi?”
“trust me, baby boy. i’ve been talking to fuyumi about you all night. i think they’ll get the memo.” your eyes had darkened and keigo calculated the distance in his head.
“would you kill me if i flew us home?” keigo asked and you leveled him with a look.
“if you don’t get us home the fastest way possible, i’ll make you watch as i fuck myself and go straight to bed after.” with that, keigo scooped you into his arms and was up in the air in mere seconds. the minutes it took him to get home felt like ages and the second he landed on his balcony, you were on him. your lips attached to his and keigo expertly made his way inside, feathers opening and closing doors as he kissed you back. you broke the kiss long enough to start taking his shirt off and keigo whined from the loss.
“want you, need you,” keigo whined and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips to satiate him.
“i got you, baby. i’ll take care of you. that what you want?” you asked and keigo nodded. “go ahead and get comfy. tonight? it’s all up to you, kei.”
keigo laid on his back, sending most of his feathers away. “just want you.” your smile warmed his heart and you made quick work of getting on the bed, straddling keigo.
keigo leaned up and you met him halfway, kissing him happily. you let keigo lead the kiss and you parted your lips, letting out a soft sigh as you and keigo explored each other’s mouths. keigo’s hands played with the hem of your top and you parted just enough for him to pull your top off. the cool air hit your chest, your nipples hardening and keigo’s eyes dilated. he looked at you, down at your chest, then back up again and you nodded.
keigo leaned forward and kissed down your neck, revelling in each noise that fell from your lips. one of your hands made itself at home in his hair, the other tracing up and down his back as he made his way down to your chest. he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts before he took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you threw your head back with a soft moan. your grip in his hair tightened, and keigo hummed against you and you whimpered. keigo’s hand caressed your other breast as he lapped at your nipple, sucking and carefully pulling at the nub with his teeth.
“fuck!” your hips rocked down against keigo’s and keigo moaned against you. he switched breasts, now taking the other nipple in his mouth and you rolled your hips against his slowly starting to harden clothed cock. “birdie, shit,” you whined. you moved your hands, starting to fumble with the button of his jeans.
“easy, dove, let me help.” keigo said once he pulled away and you pouted at the loss of his mouth. you unbuttoned his pants and keigo lifted his hips so you could pull them down and drop them somewhere on the ground. keigo helped you pull your own pants off and you kicked them off to the ground.
“will never get over how pretty you are, keigo,” you brought one of your hands to cup keigo’s cheek, the other hand brushing his wing lightly. keigo’s cheeks burned red and you leaned down to kiss him again, keigo’s back meeting the mattress and you slowly ground down against keigo, drawing out moans from the both of you.
keigo couldn’t keep his hands still, going from your chest down to your ass, and he squeezed firmly. “can i take these off?”
“please,” you whined. moments later, you both had been fully stripped and you knelt between keigo’s legs. you ran your hands up and down keigo’s thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. “what do you want first, pretty boy?”
“mouth, please. just need to feel you,” keigo was close to begging and you nodded, kissing down his stomach. each kiss inched closer and closer to where he wanted you and while you were letting him make choices, you still had the control and keigo loved it.
you licked a stripe up the underside of keigo’s cock and he moaned, one hand gripping the sheets and the other gripping your hair. you lapped at keigo’s tip before taking his length into your mouth, and the soft moan you let out caused keigo’s cock to twitch. you looked up at keigo with half lidded eyes and keigo’s grip on your hair tightened.
“fuck, dove, feels so good. so good to me,” keigo babbled as you bobbed your head up and down, nose hitting his pelvis as you took all of him into your mouth. “shit!” keigo’s hips started to buck as your hand cupped his balls, needy whines slipping from his lips as you lightly twisted your hand. keigo’s eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched off the bed. “close, ‘m close,” keigo panted and you picked up your pace, keigo’s hips bucking and his breaths coming faster. “cumming, shit, mommy!” keigo cried out and his cock twitched once, twice more, before he came down your throat. you swallowed before you pulled back and immediately started to run your hands over keigo’s torso, grounding and checking on him.
“did so good, songbird. my good boy, love you so much,” you praised and keigo reached up to pull you closer to him. you huffed out a laugh and pressed a few chaste kisses to his lips. “you up for more?”
“need it, need more. need you,” keigo said and you nodded.
“tell me how you want me, baby bird. want toys or just me?” you repositioned yourself, moving to sit beside keigo, and you lazily started to pump his cock.
“can- can we try something new?” you nodded. keigo rolled over, reaching to the nightstand and opened the drawer. he pulled out a bottle of lube and a new toy you hadn’t seen yet, some type of plug. “i, uh, want to use this while you ride me.”
keigo looked anywhere but your face and you leaned forward, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you. “of course, kei. get comfy for me, ‘kay?” you kissed keigo, short and sweet, before you broke the kiss. you helped keigo prop up some pillows under his hips, your touches gentle and keigo preened under the attention you were giving him.
you always took such good care of him, it was disorienting. he had slowly gotten used to it, but he still couldn’t believe he was treated so gently by you. so kindly. even when he asked you to be rough with him, he could feel how deeply you cared behind your movements. it was that care that let keigo relax in this moment, legs spread and exposed as you knelt between his legs.
keigo briefly tensed as your lube covered finger prodded at his hole, which turned into a soft moan as you pushed in. keigo whined your name and you rubbed at his hip, soothing him. you worked your finger in slowly, whimpers leaving his lips as he adjusted. “another?”
“please,” keigo nodded and you pulled your finger out, shushing him when he whined, and pushed in a second. you moved a bit faster this time, pumping your fingers at a steady pace and as keigo’s moans got needier, you added a third. you stretched your fingers, pumping faster and you smirked when a high keening cry escaped keigo.
“did i hit something, baby?” you taunted, just barely brushing that bundle of nerves again. keigo’s blushed trailed down his cheeks to his neck, and you barely resisted the urge to litter his neck with more hickeys. you reached over and grabbed the plug, pulling out your fingers and quickly replaced them with the plug. you pushed the curved end of the plug in snugly before you studied the base, curiously switching it on to its lowest level.
“fuck!” keigo’s curse was cut off by a moan, cock twitching as the device buzzed inside him.
“now, we can play this one of two ways.” you grasped the handle of the plug, pushing it deeper and taking pleasure in the way keigo’s hips bucked as he gripped the sheets. “we can see how long you can hold out without cumming. or, i can see how many orgasms i can draw out from you. i think i can get at least two more from you.” you pushed and pulled at the plug’s base, and keigo let out a wanton moan as you held the plug firmly against his prostate. “which do you want, baby boy?”
“the s-second,” keigo panted. “just wanna feel you, please, being so good for you. right, mommy? your good boy?”
“the best there is,” you smiled as you crawled over to keigo, straddling him. one of your hands grasped keigo’s cock, the other splayed out across his chest. you lined up his length with your entrance, and you moaned as you sunk down, the pleasure of the stretch outweighing the sting, and you threw your head back. “fuck, baby, fit me so well. made for your cock, all mine, isn’t it?” you trailed your nails down his chest, your spare hand tweaking one of his nipples and the moan that keigo let out was downright pornographic.
“yours, all yours, only you. just for you,” keigo babbled. you rolled your hips, grinding down against keigo’s pelvis as you bottomed out.
“you’ve ruined me, birdie. no one makes me feel as good as you,” keigo’s eyes dilated from your praise, a possessive clicking noise leaving him. “oh, you liked that. liked hearing how i’m all yours, didn’t you?” you bounced on keigo’s cock, moving steadily, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. the angle caused keigo’s cock to brush against your g-spot, and you continued to fuck yourself on keigo’s cock. “fuck, keigo. absolutely wrecked me,” your movements started getting sloppier and keigo desperately bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction. wanting, needing more of you.
“close!” his movements caused the plug to shift deeper and keigo’s feet dig into the mattress, practically humping the pillows under him.
“that’s it, baby. fill me up, make me yours.” keigo lost the rest of his control and he thrusted his hips up wildly, chasing his own orgasm. his instincts were going wild, your voice echoing through his mind. you were his, his his his. keigo pulled you down by the back of your head, latching onto your neck and sharply biting, and your finishing cry filled the room. keigo barely recognized his own moans as his hips began to falter in their movements, his only thought being of marking you, making you his.
keigo came with a flurry of chirps, warbles, and cries, some of his discarded feathers flying around the room as he came down from his high. you dropped your head against keigo’s shoulder, panting as you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck.
“can i clean you up, mommy?” keigo looked at you with a hazy gaze and you smiled as you brushed some of his hair back.
“clean me up good and i’ll get you off however you want, baby. want me to turn it off?” you rubbed keigo’s hip and he nodded, shifting so you could access it easier and sighed with relief when the buzzing stopped. “good boy,” you cooed, pressing one more kiss to his lips before you rolled over. you propped yourself up against the headboard, slowly letting your legs spread and smirked at the way keigo’s gaze narrowed in on your cunt. “well? get to it, songbird.”
keigo positioned himself between your legs, holding your hips as he leaned in. keigo looked up at you through half lidded eyes, the sight making you clench around the air, and keigo licked a fat stripe, eyes fluttering shut. you cursed as you grasped his hair, your noises only encouraging keigo and his cock started to twitch in interest again.
keigo lapped at your pussy like he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, and you whimpered as he nuzzled his nose against your clit. you dug your heels into his back, urging him closer and who was keigo to deny you? keigo nudged your legs open further and you swear you saw stars when keigo plunged his tongue in. keigo moaned deeply against you, the vibrations rattling you to your core and you bucked your hips, whining soft “please, birdie” and “god, love your mouth” as you gripped his hair.
keigo was pussydrunk and he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, suckling and flicking his tongue like he was born for it. your moans and whines egged him on, and you cried out his name when his thumb started to rub your clit.
“kei, fuck! keep, keep going. ‘m close,” your words turned breathy and high pitched moans fell from your lips, and keigo picked up the pace, pushing a finger into you and beginning to pump it quickly. your thighs tightened around his face, holding him in place as your hips bucked wildly, grinding against his mouth as you came with a loud cry. keigo eased his finger out once you stilled, pressing kisses to your inner thigh as you slowly released him.
“come ‘ere, pretty bird,” you gently tugged at the golden locks and keigo happily climbed up, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you. “love you so much.” you whispered against his lips and keigo whined as he pulled back. a fond smile graced his features, and you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. keigo rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, and you curled up, content.
“love you more than anything, dove.” keigo ran his hand up and down your back and you leaned into his touch, much like a cat getting petted. “shower?”
“please, you’re so sweaty.” your voice turned teasing and keigo gasped in mock offense.
“you aren’t exactly the picture of cleanliness either.” keigo kissed your temple before he sat up with a wince. “fuck, plug.” keigo shifted to pull the plug out and set it aside. “now, i believe i was promised another orgasm?” keigo stood, you in his arms and you yelped as you clung to him.
“whatever you want, pretty boy.” you laughed as you rested against his chest. “anything for you.”
This isn’t unheard of, much less to him. Fans, interviewers—no one can deny his beauty. His charisma, which comes with his easygoing attitude, adds to his popularity, and it all manages to shine through even when he doesn’t need to speak.
If Takami Keigo isn’t fighting villains or saving civilians, he’s improving his image in other ways. Interacting with fans during his paroles, bumping up the charm during interviews—he even models on the side. The camera loves him.
Then again, so do you.
“Thanks for showing up,” he smiles, approaching you immediately at the start of his short break. “It means a lot.”
Your heart flutters as you see him physically relax, and you copy his expression. “Of course.” You hand him a water bottle, which Takami gladly accepts. “You look amazing out there.”
He stops drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as a soft pink dusts his cheeks. “You think so?”
“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Like you don’t already know.”
“Still,” he sips a bit more before twisting the cap back on, “it’s different coming from you.”
The corners of your lips rise, and you lean in teasingly. “I call you handsome and pretty all the time.”
“And I fall for you every time.”
It’s your turn to feel the warmth radiating off your face, that grin forcing itself onto your lips.
You don’t get a chance to come up with a comeback as several people butt in to touch up his hair and makeup. Takami pays them no mind, used to the attention, though his soft gaze remains on you. It’s enough to ease your frustration; they’re just doing their jobs, you know this, but having them all so close to your hero when he finally gets a break is affecting your brain the way nails on a chalkboard affect one’s ears.
He notices because, of course, he does, and everyone stops what they’re doing with the raise of his hand and a charming smile. The Pro Hero steps toward you, leaning forward until only a few inches separate you.
“I’ll see you tonight?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but with golden pools softly gazing into yours, you find yourself nodding. Takami smiles reassuringly. “Until this is over, keep your eyes on me, okay?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just pecks your temple before heading back to the set. Your focus follows his frame, finding him throwing you a glance over his shoulder with a wink.
You don’t, can’t, look away for the rest of the shoot.
“I’m home.”
The words come out somewhat sluggish as you hear the window close seconds later. You save your page in the book before placing it on the nightstand, dismounting the bed to follow that familiar voice. Its owner meets you halfway, blocking the bedroom entrance with its lean frame and tired eyes.
“Hey, pretty bird,” you smile sympathetically. Like magic, your words make some of his exhaustion disappear. Takami fixes his posture as he greets you back just as quietly and lovingly. You pull him into an embrace, and he slumps once more. “Long day?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he chuckles against your skin.
You pull back to face him. “You were great during the shoot.”
Your hand cradles his cheek, making him croon as your thumb gently rubs his tanned skin. He shifts his head to kiss your palm. “Of course, you’d say that.”
“I mean it,” you pout. The Pro Hero chuckles again at your reaction, pulling you back into the hug and peppering kisses on whatever exposed skin his lips can find. You sigh at his gentle touch. “Want me to prepare a bath for you?”
“You saying I smell bad?” muses your lover. You groan, and he laughs, the rumbling from his chest vibrating against your body. The joyful sound eventually disappears, but you can feel his smile against your skin. “I’d rather just stick with you for now, thanks.”
You hum, your hands soothingly rubbing his back and making his wings puff ever so slightly. The subtle movement has the corners of your lips twitching upwards, though you remain silent for a few extra seconds.
“Anything in particular you wanna do?” you ask, pulling back a bit. The battle between you and the ever-growing smile ends with you losing, and your teasing expression is impossible to misread. “You’ve been working really hard lately. I think you deserve to be spoiled, even just a little bit.”
Your implications have a bright red spreading across the Pro Hero’s face, his wings twitching as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. You have to refrain from cooing at his bashful expression, feeling lucky and prideful that you’re the only one that can gain a reaction like that from him.
“You’re not even trying to be subtle,” Takami mumbles, brows creasing. You snicker when you notice the tips of his ears matching his face in colour, and he pouts. Your smile only grows while he remains silent for a few more seconds. “C’mon, you know what I want…”
You pull back, eyelids hooded. “I don’t think I do.”
“Don’t make me say it…”
“Say what?” More silence on his end, smugness on yours. You know what he wants–you want it just as much–and you’ll gladly give it to him. The fact that you can get him to squirm for a bit is a little treat for yourself. You cup his face with both hands. “Use your words, handsome.”
You’re cradling him in your hold, your boyfriend whining at your dragging. You can feel the heat radiating from his face, warming your hands as he forces his gaze onto yours.
The next couple of seconds happens in a flash. Takami grabs your wrists, pulling them away from his cheeks and towards him, slamming his lips against yours. You yelp into the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. Still, you comply with his sudden affection, tangling your fingers into his hair and gaining a soft moan from him.
Your lover breaks the kiss, breathless and even redder than before. “Touch me.”
It’s good enough for you, and you tug him back for more as you lead him to your bed, helping him remove his clothes while his feathers fly out of the way.
Takami’s unbuckling his belt by the time the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed. You pull away from the kiss, hastily throwing the remainder of his clothes away, as well as some of yours, before leading him onto the mattress. With him on his back and you hovering over him in your undergarments, both panting and warm and needy, you resume your makeout session, allowing each other’s hands to touch whatever parts of the other they can grab onto.
You remove your lips from his own to suck on his neck when you feel his cock poking your inner thigh. A quivering whine graces your ears, and the Pro Hero places his hands on your hips.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he says desperately. You stop your actions to look at him, and his eyes plead with you just as, if not more, than his words. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? For all I know, the Commission might want me back out there. Another second of this and I’ll lose it.”
You’re surprised more by his ability to remain coherent than his words. If his touch and gaze are anything to go by, he’s not lying.
Then again, you share those sentiments, and you offer him a sincere expression with a matching apology.
With a final peck to his forehead, you then trail open-mouthed kisses down his chest until you reach one of his nipples, plopping it into your mouth and letting your tongue dance around it. Takami gasps, and it’s more than enough encouragement to tweak at the other bud, matching your mouth’s pace.
“I can’t help myself,” you apologize again after momentarily detaching from your lover. “I promise I’ll start soon. I just want to get a few more noises out of you.”
Because yes, you share those sentiments, but along with them, you carry selfish ones.
You’re back to your ministrations, making him bite his lip and squirm under your touch.
“Please, just get the strap,” he begs, his voice wavering. “I said it, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you just touch me already. Just… please…”
The slight crack at the end convinces you, though you’d have loved to toy with him a bit more.
Pulling back, you wipe a stray tear from his cheekbone. Based on his rapid blinking, he didn’t seem to notice he was crying.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, slowly getting off him. “I’ll get to it. But in the meantime, I’d like you to keep up what I was doing.” you take his wrists, leading his hands to his chest before fully dismounting the bed. You look back at him with a soft expression almost unfitting for the current situation. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
The Pro Hero nods, and you reach for a box under the bed before placing it on your vanity (courtesy of your loving boyfriend). It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for in it: a crimson, nine-inch dildo with an equally bold harness, as well as some lube.
Taking what you need, you strip yourself of your underwear before strapping the toy on. You approach your lover, who complies with your command and rubs his nipples as he watches you with want. He stops touching himself as his gaze wanders south, the sheer length and girth making him gulp as if he hasn’t had it inside him before.
You chuckle at his reaction, sitting on the mattress. “Come lay your head on my lap, sweetheart.”
Takami perks up at the command, quick to crawl toward your frame and snuggle into the fat of your thighs. He sighs against your skin, practically disregarding the fake cock mere centimetres away from his face. You smile lovingly at him, raking your fingers through his golden locks. From the corner of your eye, you catch him shifting into a curled-up position, bringing his body closer to yours.
“This should work for prep,” he tells you from his spot, turning his head to peer up at you with almost childishly proud eyes. The hand in his hair glides down his neck to his shoulder blades to play with his wings, making him shudder.
“It should,” you agree, dragging your fingertips lightly against the sensitive base. Your boyfriend moans, his cock twitching against your hip. You hand him the bottle of lube, and even in his descent to wonderland, his brows furrow at the object. “And you’ll be taking care of it.”
His face drops as he pouts, an almost silent whimper escaping his throat as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “I thought you said you wanted to treat me?”
“Of course, I do,” you coo, refraining from giving in. “But you know I can’t help how pretty you are when you get needy.” The look he gives you tells you he isn’t convinced, so take your hand from his back to cup his chin. “I promise I won’t hold back once you’re all prepped up for me, okay?”
He stares at you for a bit. “Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
The sincerity in your tone and gaze seems to be enough for Takami as he takes the lube from your grip, removing the cap and oozing a generous amount of liquid onto his fingers. You keep your eyes on his hand, watching intently as it falls past his thighs and cock, a whine slipping through his lips. You can’t see him stretch himself open, though his reactions are more than enough to keep you satisfied. You almost feel selfish; even with this moment being all about him, you’re dragging things on for your own pleasure, not wanting to miss a second of your lover falling apart.
Your greed doesn’t stop there as you catch a glimpse of your phone on the nightstand.
“Mind if I record you?” you ask softly, caressing his cheekbone for good measure. “I just wanna look at you forever.”
The Pro Hero doesn’t stop his ministrations as he gives you the go-ahead, and you gently lift his head to reach for your phone. Giving your thanks, you help him shift positions to kneel before you, his fingers continuing to work their magic on his hole.
With the dildo’s base in one of your hands and the device in the other, you give him a look that tells him everything he needs to know.
Takami opens his mouth wide, allowing you to tap the fake dick’s head on his awaiting tongue before slowly sliding the silicone shaft down his throat. As soon as his lips wrap around the toy, you press record, aiming the camera at your boyfriend’s lewd display.
“Good boy,” you sigh, eyelids drooping as he sets a languid pace bobbing his head. His tongue dances along the underside of the red cock, you notice, and you’re more than sure you’d be a goner had it been your real dick.
Your boyfriend moans around the shaft, making direct eye contact with the lens on your phone as he takes more into his mouth, his gaze sultry yet pathetic. He knows what he’s doing—of course, he does. Though with his photoshoots being at most somewhat sensual, seeing him like this with no one else around makes pride swell in your chest and lust swirl in your lower belly.
Despite your shallow breaths, you’re surprised that your hold on your phone remains stable. Even when Takami’s lips reach the base and his gags to your ears, you don’t miss any of it while recording.
It isn’t until you notice his thighs tense that you end the video.
“I think you’re ready now,” you say, slowly slipping the dildo out of his mouth. The Pro Hero heaves, nodding at your words as tears cascade down his flushed face. You wipe them away, giving him a break as your gaze softens at his beautifully dishevelled appearance. “Just lay on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest. Okay, pretty?”
He quietly moans as he changes his position, opening his legs to allow you to nestle between them. The bottle of lube is back in your hold as you lather the liquid onto your already-wet strap-on. You barely put on a show, but it doesn’t stop your lover from exhaling shakily at the display.
Tossing the bottle elsewhere on the bed, you hit the record button once more before aiming your tip at his rimmed entrance. You shift the camera’s focus to Takami’s face, watching it contort from the invasion while a gasp slips past his swollen lips. With only an inch or two inside him, you wait for him to relax, shushing him while rubbing his thigh soothingly.
It’s only when his heaving subsides that you shift your focus to between the Pro Hero’s legs, his hole stretched open and his cock hard against his abdomen and leaking precum. A grin spreads across your face, and you sink the toy deeper inside him. His whimpers make you bite your lip, holding back your own sounds of pleasure.
Once you bottom out, you zoom in on where your fake dick disappears with your phone, glancing up at your boyfriend only to find him covering his face with his arm. It’s enough to ease the ache of your cheeks from smiling so widely, but you don’t frown, either. Instead, you gently slap his cock—not too hard to cause harm, though it certainly earns you a mix of a moan and a sob.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” you chastise, lightly rubbing his shaft as an apology. Takami whimpers, hesitantly removing his arm from his face, still red and moist from sweat and tears. Your smile returns, and your hold on his dick leaves as his on his thighs appear. “I wanna see and hear all of you, okay?”
Your boyfriend nods with a gulp. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” you parrot all too sweetly, raising your brows knowingly at him.
A pause.
Takami mewls. “Yes, Mommy.”
You coo at his pathetic tone, reeling your hips before slamming back in. Your pace is rapid and immediately set; you’ve made him wait long enough.
Taken aback by your force, the Pro Hero tightens his hold on his thighs, digging his nails into his skin as he allows the wanton cries to escape his throat. Even with more tears glossing his vision, he manages to keep his eyes open. The blush on his face spreads to his neck as his body shines with a sheer layer of sweat. The sight alone is dizzying for you, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.
“You take me so well,” you huff with a smile, brows knitted together in concentration. You wonder if he can hear you over the wet pap pap pap of your hips colliding, the lube creating a thin ring at the base of your strap-on. “Practically a–ngh!–natural. If being a hero doesn’t work out, you could… you could make a living off of taking my cock.” Takami whines at the idea as you push at his inner thigh to further spread his legs. You focus on the mess you’ve made and how easily the toy disappears inside him, moaning at the lewd sight. “Would you like that, baby? Be Mommy’s little porn star?” More whimpers from the Number 2 Hero. “Your fans would sell their souls to see you shirtless. Imagine–hah–what they’d do to see you like this.”
He keens with a hiccup, and you grin widely, your body on autopilot as you zoom in on his face. Just as flushed as when you started, Takami’s cheeks shine with the remnants of his tears as they continue to fall, his eyes layered with a mist as they cross ever so slightly. If you look closely, you’re sure to find hearts in his pupils, his glossy and rosy lips twitching upwards as drool seeps down his chin.
You’re right: his fans would do anything just to catch a glimpse of him in this state.
And you get to experience it all for free.
The passing thought gives you more than enough adrenaline to go faster and harder, angling your hips slightly differently to hit the spot that makes him shriek almost girlishly. He’s so perfect; you want to cry. You want to keep fucking him silly, and you want to ride him until your legs lose all feeling. You want to destroy him, mind, body and soul, and you want to press your lips against his while cradling his face.
You want all of him.
“Mommy,” Takami gasps, his hips twitching. “‘M close, so fucking close…” He cuts himself off with a wanton mewl, taking a moment to collect himself despite your brutal attack on his prostate. “Can I—can I cum?”
Hearing someone of such high status, someone every citizen looks at with such high regard, ask for permission with a trembling voice, you feel more powerful than any villain. And with how your cunt clenches at the mere sight of him in his miserable glory, you’re sure you ought to be classified as one, too.
But for now, you’ll show mercy, albeit recorded for his humiliation. “Make a mess for me, baby bird.”
The next few seconds happen in slow motion as you watch Takami’s eyes roll to the back of his head while his jaw falls open. Splatters of creamy white decorate his abdomen and chest, with a couple of drops reaching his chin as he squeezes around the toy. You help him ride his orgasm while making sure to catch every moment on your phone, only ending the video once his body relaxes. Your gaze softens, and you snap a few extra photos. You could make one of them your home screen later.
You shush him as he regulates his breathing, leaning forward to place your phone on the nightstand before brushing some of his hair out of his sweaty face. Once he appears somewhat calmer, you move back to rest your hands on his hips to slide the strap out of him, your lover hissing as you do so. Every step of the way, you whisper sweet nothings to him.
“Such a good boy for me,” you coo after removing the harness. You then lay next to him, and Takami whines, making you smile, tilting his head to face you. Tear stains ghost his cheeks while wet lashes clump together, his plump lips glossy with the spit as his blush fades to a subtle pink hue. He’s beautiful; it’s not fair. “Wait here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
You make quick work of doing so. Wet cloth, water bottle, whatever you can get your hands on in a short amount of time. And after wiping away the evidence of your activities from the Pro Hero’s handsome face and sculpted build and getting him to drink up, you help him sit to pull him into your embrace.
Takami pouts, tugging at your bra strap. “Still got this on?”
With a roll of your eyes, you remove the last article of clothing from your warm body, and a wolfy grin spreads across his face. He’s back to hugging you, this time burying himself in your chest.
You sigh. “Was I too rough on you?”
Still pressed against you, the Pro Hero shakes his head no. He only slightly pulls back to peer up at you, his expression somewhat more serious.
“Was I a good model for you?” he asks. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, though there’s an antsiness to his gaze that awaits for your approval. With a soft laugh and a smile to match, you then kiss his head.
a/n: english isn't my first language, so if something is wrong, just tell me! I'll be more than happy to know! (sometimes, my posts look cute)
I mean, he loves it, especially when we are talking about rut. Feeling your soft skin so close to him and being balls deep inside you, is so so good.
But, when we talk about teasing... Let's imagine some situations.
First one, Hawks tied by his wrists, looking at you with lust is such a beautiful image. He goes through some stages here, starting with trying to soon you:
— Come on, angel... — He says, low tone tickling your ears. — Let me fuck you so good, I know you want this. —
If he realizes it isn't work, he will start to be a little desperate and you're still teasing him. Gets him trying to move and make you bounce, trying to be intimidating and stuff.
— Just let me- God, I'll fuck so hard if get out here. — You grin at him, your walls hugging him so good. — Yeah? You like that.
After some minutes of playing with his nipples, nibbling at his ears and touching so softly on his wings, he is just a babbled mess, pleading you so good for get him dry.
— I can't take- oh- please, let me- I need yo-! Oh god- — His knees trembling.
And the second situation, if it's a punishment. Damn, that one get him babbling so much, he already was so horny and you're not even planning to fuck him like he is pleading. His hands wonder a lot and when he found out your with a little bulge, he is moaning so loud.
— Oh god- please!- Let me- I can't- god, you feel so good- please! — Your every little movement gets him crying out.
At the end, his orgasm is good and so hard, that he is out for a feel second. Afterglow hitting so hard, he can almost see stars.
Hawks gets one weekend off a month and dammit he's going to use it.
Ao3 Tags:
BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sub Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Edgeplay, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Use Of The Hanky Code, Kink Negotiation, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko is a Good Friend, Past Relationship(s), Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing (My Hero Academia), Unsafe Sex, Bondage, Shibari, Dirty Talk, Degradation, AFAB Terminology, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Vibrators, Sex Toys
Notes:
Commission for AyumixRose!
Bracelets are based on the Hanky Code.
Beta'd By UndeniablyAres!
Chapter 2
'Ten minutes.' Hawks thinks as he side-eyes the clock on his desk for the fifth time in the last half hour. He shakes his head, trying to go back to focusing on paperwork.
He was not successful and barely a minute later is back to looking at the clock in longing.
In his defense, it had been a long ass month with this new Meta Liberation Army causing problems left and right and some guy named All For One harassing a bunch of high schoolers and one of them becoming his intern and patrols and everyday hero work and-
In short, he was glad Rumi found out about him overworking himself and raised hell at the commission until they granted him at least one weekend off each month. All For One would be the least of their concerns, because, under the threat of public scrutiny, he now had the third weekend of each month off to relax. This, unfortunately, led to the realization that he had nothing to do with that because he hadn't had a day off since he was like twelve.
After calming his very angry friend down once more, she began asking more questions and it came to light that yeah, he really didn't know how to relax at all. Any attempt to just got him stuck in his head which was equally disastrous because he could be out saving people , but he was sitting here wasting time and-
"Hawks, I swear to god." Rumi had groaned in exasperation. "Fine, how about getting laid? Nothing like a good fuck to take you away for a bit."
Hawks had flushed as red as his feathers and had to stop Rumi once more when she realized he hadn't even had time to do that.
"Are you telling me you've been going through mating season alone ?!" She had yelled at him.
"Let's not focus on the past." He had tried to laugh it off, only to wince when her eyes narrowed further. "So, what's the plan?"
Further bickering had decided the bar was too dangerous, as was a prostitute, and Hawks was out of ideas from there so Rumi had sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Okay…Okay, I have one more idea, but it's a bit out there. I know of this club…"
That had been how a few hours later, Hawks found himself walking into what appeared to be a lingerie shop with his best friend. He was told to pick some bracelets from a chart and led down some stairs into a BDSM club. He was then told to have fun and find her if anyone gave him trouble as she set her sights on a pretty little white-haired sub that was fidgeting in the corner. Hawks had wandered around lost for a bit before the apparent deer-in-headlights look caught the attention of a Dom-sub duo that offered to show him the ropes.
He had been spending his weekend off there since and tonight would be no different if it would just BE FIVE ALREADY!
At three 'til, he finally gave up making progress and started packing up, putting files where they belong, and clocking out the second the clock hits five.
"Bye, guys!" He calls as he flies out the door before anyone can try to stop him. He salutes when his sidekicks call out their farewells as well.
Within the hour, Hawks has gone home, showered, changed, and is landing a few blocks over from the club where he detaches his feathers to hide in his coat so he can walk over there undetected and not have to think for a bit.
"Hey, Kimi." Hawks grins as he walks in and holds up the token he got after his second visit. "Usual colors."
"Hello, Sir." The cashier smiles before frowning slightly. "I regret to inform you that Spinner and Tomura won't be here this weekend, but I can direct you to another Dom if you don't wish to look around?"
Hawks frowns but shrugs. "You know everyone who comes through, so if you wanna point one out, you know what my bracelets are."
"That I do." Kimi is back to smiling as she nods, reaching under the counter for the colors he usually chooses. "Would you like a 'looking' bracelet as well just in case?"
"Nah. I trust your judgment." He grins, waving off the offer as he slips the gray, light blue, navy, mustard, puce, and teddy bear on his right wrist, purple and maroon on his left, and finishes with a houndstooth necklace. "Your quirk is Match, right? I'm sure it'll be fine. Spinner already grilled me on scene set up, and you guys don't tolerate bullshit."
"That we don't." Kimi agrees seriously before emerald eyes glow with a gold backlight. "A Dom using the name Dabi lines up perfectly with a few extras that you'll need to talk through. Otherwise, there's a Switch going by Twice who's on the lighter end, a service Dom going by Compress who's down for anything, and a Kai but he's on the harder end of things and would require a lot more talking." He doesn't miss her grimace before she smiles again. "Those first three are your best bets though." She nods as the glow leaves.
"Sounds good." Hawks nods, heading to the door down. "Can I get a description?"
"Scars and staples for Dabi. A blue and gray puppy mask for Twice. White face mask for Compress and otherwise orange color scheme. Plague doctor mask for Kai." She calls, already going back to her paperwork. "Be safe!"
He calls his thanks as the door closes behind them and he's descending down the stairs and ducks into the changing rooms to drop off his street clothes and get his wings back in order. Even if he was here for someone to make a mess out of him, he still wanted to look nice so made sure his wings were straight and shiny before heading across the hall to the main play area in nothing but his bracelets and short shorts, scars on his chest on full display along with those from battles.
Once inside, it doesn't take him long to clock each of the people Kimi had mentioned and find Twice and Compress to already be involved in scenes so that left him with two. The two quickly turned to one when Kai took his mask off to take a drink and Hawks realized it was the yakuza boss they'd been surveilling for a while so in the spirit of maintaining the neutral grounds promised of the club, that only left Dabi.
He was a bit harder to find, looming in the shadows, but he was definitely easy to identify even with Kimi's two-word description.
Spiky black hair, piercings and staples galore, pretty pale skin connected to rough scar tissue. A black leather harness framed his pecs and sinfully tight black leather pants combined with complicated-looking platforms. Lean muscles that could definitely pack a punch if Hawks' training were to be believed.
'Might have to update my bracelets.' He thinks as he sees a fuschia bracelet on the Dom's left wrist.
Hawks decides to approach and his wings flutter behind him when near-glowing turquoise eyes bore into his very soul. He has to fight his bird instincts not to hide in his wings as he suddenly feels stripped bare.
That one. He absolutely wants that one.
"Uh." Hawks flushes, clearing his throat before trying to throw on a hero smile and try again. "Hey, Hot Stuff. Uh, Dabi, right? What's got you hiding in the shadows like this?"
The man doesn't answer at first and he straightens to reveal that he's three or four inches taller than Hawks as bright eyes study him before the Dom tsks. "Yeah, but I don't do heroes."
Hawks blinks, not expecting that one. Sure Tomura had had his reservations when Spinner brought him over, but from watching Rumi work, most people jumped at the chance to have a scene with a hero. He tries to smile through it though.
"Even one off the clock?" He tries.
Bright eyes narrow as he seems to think about something. "Normally, I'd say something about heroes never actually being on the clock, but from what I hear, you're never off it. I still don't deal with heroes. There's only one hero I want to bring to his knees and I don't want him to enjoy it."
That should probably be a red flag, but Hawks’ wings droop all the same as he sighs, looking back to the room to see Compress and Twice still occupied and grimacing. "Don't want Kimi kicking my ass for not respecting boundaries so Kai it is then, I guess."
He doesn't notice turquoise eyes widen because, by the time he turns to apologize for wasting Dabi's time, they're narrowed again in a different kind of annoyance.
"Do you not work the rest of the week?" Dabi asks before Hawks can talk.
Hawks frowns, tilting his head. "I'm back on Monday."
"Can't you try again tomorrow?"
"I usually use Saturday for recovery so I can do errands on Sunday?" Hawks explains in confusion.
Dabi seems to debate with himself before running a hand down his face in defeat. "I'll Dom you, birdie…just don't go with Kai. He is so much worse. They're trying to get him removed and banned for a reason."
Hawks’ eyes widen as he wonders why Kimi would even mention the guy then as he nods quickly. "Please then? I only get one weekend off a month and I don't want to mess it up by getting hurt."
A black eyebrow raises into bangs, but he just nods as though in understanding. "Fine. Let me grab a key. I don't like doing that stuff out here." He sighs as he pushes off the wall to start towards the counter before frowning. "That good with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Hawks nods, following, not knowing what else to do. "You were Kimi's top recommendation, so I'm sure you're fine."
"I try. I'm down for anything really, just won't do burn play or branding, CNC, or beat the shit out of you. Spanking is fine and some impact play, but yeah. Biting and shit are fine, though." Eyes glance down at Hawks' talons. "Claws too, just watch the staples if you can. How far do you wanna go?"
Hawks thinks for a moment before shrugging. "I have the implant so I'm fine if you are. My only big things are no full head coverings–blindfolds are fine as long as I can see some light– because it messes with the bird brain, and be careful with the feathers because they're directly connected to the brain and it can be A LOT. Otherwise, I use the stoplight system and will let you know…one, two, three snaps or one, two, three high-pitched chirps if I can't talk or go too far under." He clarifies, making the sound when prompted.
"Noted." Dabi nods before waving to the door. "I'll get the key, wait for me over there, birdie."
Hawks nods, scurrying over to the door and grinning easily when Dabi's not far behind at all. "So, where we going, Hot Stuff?"
"Dabi is fine." Dabi huffs, twirling the key around his finger as he holds the door open for Hawks. "Room three, pretty bird."
Hawks' wings puff a bit at the nickname as he gets the next door for Dabi. "Any plans, yet?"
Dabi glances down at the hero's gray bracelet then the wings before tilting his head as though calculating something. "Was thinking ropes?"
Hawks takes the infliction at the end for what it is and nods. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Cool." Dabi hums, unlocking their playroom for the night and flipping the sign as he opens the door. "You wanna go under?"
"Want out of my head, yeah."
"Hmm, have you tried edging?" Dabi checks as he heads to a trunk and starts digging through different ropes. "I've found edging a sub until they cry then making them cum to the same result works rather well." He glances over his shoulder to check with Hawks before his eyes flick to the wings again and he holds out a hand. "I need to touch one to make sure the ropes won't fuck them up too bad."
Hawks flushes down to his chest even as his pupils pin in interest as he walks over and holds out a wing. "I'm willing to give it a try."
Dabi mumbles something as he feels the wing before testing a different rope and humming in approval. "This one will work." He decides, taking out a few bundles of dark purple rope. "And I'm not going to be nice. Anything you've gotten up until now was for formality's sake." A smirk. "Consider it the hero special."
Hawks returns the smirk, leaning into Dabi's space a bit. "Do your worst."
Something sparks in already burning blue eyes and Hawks can tell this is going to be fun.
"Go over to the cushion and strip, pretty bird." Dabi orders, voice deeper and commanding obedience. "I'll tell you what to do once I grab everything else."
Hawks obeys without issue but quickly realizes that Dabi either has a lot of plans or wants Hawks to be squirming before they even get started, and, despite knowing this, it's working and soon his feathers are puffing to survey the room.
"No using these more than whatever naturally comes through." Dabi orders, suddenly between Hawks' wings behind him and drawing out a startled chirp. "Fuck! Forgot they turn into knives."
'How the fuck did he get back there without me noticing?!' Hawks thinks as Dabi grabs blonde hair to roughly jerk his hair back and growl in his ear.
"Not very nice, pretty bird." Dabi tsks disapprovingly before his voice drops in a way that that alone makes Hawks' knees weak. "On your knees, hero." The amount of venom in the title has his head spinning in a way it usually doesn't.
Oh, this could be dangerous.
That voice sounds like pure sin.
He's glad the room is padded with how fast he hits the floor.
"Good, birdie."
Yep, he's an absolute goner.
"Look at you." Dabi chuckles darkly, brushing his hands through blonde hair now as he walks around the wings to stand in front of Hawks. "Japan's Number Three on his knees so easily. It's a wonder you make any arrests when all it takes is a deep voice and a command to make you so weak." A rough grip on his chin forces gold to meet turquoise. "Adorable." It doesn't sound like a compliment.
It makes Hawks instantly wet and his ears burn in embarrassment as he tries to shake his head.
"Oh? You think you have the right to deny it?" Dabi hums. "After you about busted your knees to obey? Sure, I believe that."
Hawks opens his mouth to argue but whines when a thumb is slipped into his mouth to silence him and he starts sucking on it without thinking.
"Shit, birdie. I was just trying to keep you quiet, but you're just a perfect little slut, huh?" Dabi laughs in disbelief before drawing his hand back to smear Hawks' spit on his cheek on the way up to pull the other side of the blindfold down into place. "Good?" He checks since this was a mentioned gray zone.
Hawks looks up and down to make sure he can see some light before nodding. "We're good."
"Good." Dabi nods to himself despite Hawks not being able to see it. "Now be a good boy and I might let you cum quickly." The smirk is evident in his voice.
Hawks nods and his wings flutter when he feels the first loop of rope around his neck before Dabi starts working down.
The Dom is quiet as he works, only speaking to check in but otherwise staying focused on not actually hurting the hero, especially when he gets to the wings. He doesn't let Hawks sit alone with his thoughts either though, constantly finding new sensitive spots to caress and keep him in the present until the Dom has to work around the trembling of the hero's feathers.
A warm hand between his wings draws a desperate chirp from Hawks and another low chuckle from Dabi.
"Such a sensitive little bird, aren't you?" Dabi hums as he finishes securing the top harness so Hawks’ arms are stuck to the small of his back and his wings are restrained open just enough to be secured against his back on either side so he can be comfortably laid on his back. A surprised chirp when his lanky arms can lift and toss Hawks on the bed makes him smirk. "I wonder where else is sensitive?"
Hawks lands with a chirp, surprised to find the Dom had managed to do that without crushing his wings, and immediately tries to close his splayed legs in embarrassment only for them to be forced open by deceivingly broad shoulders and tied with rope to be folded and spread open so his glistening pussy and twitching clit are on full display of hungry turquoise eyes.
"I've barely even done anything and you're already practically dripping for me." Dabi laughs, running a finger over his folds teasingly. "Oh, I'm going to ruin you, pretty bird."
Hawks is flushed red down to his chest as he squirms in embarrassment before gasping when a finger suddenly slips inside and whimpering when it starts moving slowly as though teasing him. "Dabi~" He eventually whines when his body demands more. " Please !"
"Begging already, birdie?" Dabi scoffs, reaching up to pinch a nipple that he had been delighted to find had sensitivity when he brushed against it earlier.
He coos almost mockingly when Hawks whines at the feeling and futilely tries to squirm away only for Dabi to use the distraction to work another finger in and watch wings try to flutter in their bindings as Dabi starts searching for something in that pretty leaking pussy. When Hawks gasps and jerks, Dabi knows he's found what he's looking for and pays that spot more attention as he slips a third in and his thump moves up to play with the hero's clit.
Hawks whines, used to his usual service top who's just trying to turn him to putty, but this one seems to be determined to get him off as fast and efficiently as possible. He's quickly diminished to a chirping mess as he nears the edge, only to warble in anguish when Dabi seems to know just when to stop to rob him of his orgasm and he's stuck on that edge, unable to tip over.
"Dabiiii~!" He whines as he's ripped away from the edge with no release and overly sensitive nerves that try to react to even the slightest draft.
"I warned you~" Dabi smirks, tapping at Hawks' lips with his slick-coated fingers and making a surprised noise when the hero doesn't hesitate to open his mouth. "God, look how easily you've fallen. One denied orgasm and you're already willing to lick up your own slick." He chuckles darkly. "Such a good little whore aren't you?"
Hawks chirps around the fingers in his mouth, not expecting the effect it would have on him as his wings attempt to flutter.
"Oh?" Dabi hums in amusement as he pushes his fingers further to make Hawks gag a little before pulling back once more. "Do you maybe like being a whore?"
Hawks' face is flushed red as he tries to shake his head in embarrassment, but Dabi shoves his fingers deeper once more before he can argue and a moan rips itself past the intrusion.
"Don't even try lying to me, birdie. Your slutty body is giving you away all on its own." Dabi tsks, dragging his spit-slicked fingers back down the hero's chest to tease around his pussy. "Look at you. Fingered once and choking on your own slick already have you soaked like the little whore you are. Just admit it, birdie." A wicked smirk. "You want to be my good little whore, don't you?"
Hawks still tries to shake his head only to whine when Dabi seemingly tortures his clit.
"Dabi!"
"How disappointing." Dabi sighs, continuing to rub the hero's clit with his thumb as he sinks his fingers back in and smirks at the lewd sound. "Don't worry, birdie. I'll make an honest hero of you by the end of the night."
Hawks feels the flush spread to his chest, and opens his mouth to say something but just ends up moaning when Dabi starts torturing him again. "Fuck! Please!"
Dabi just smirks, pumping his fingers in and out as his thumb circles the blonde's clit and delights in how quickly he gets muscular thighs shaking once more. "All the training I'm sure the Commission put you through, and you're still a horrible liar. What would Japan think if they saw how eager you were to be someone's bitch? God, I'm going to have so much fun ruining this pretty little hole. Send you home leaking with my cum."
Hawks lets out an embarrassed trill, but knows denial is pointless when he feels how he clenches around the Dom.
"See, birdie. Not that hard to be honest." Dabi chuckles darkly as he continues.
Dabi deprives Hawks of two more orgasms like this and has the hero shaking by the time he starts feeding his cock into the blonde's tight heat. Based on the desperate little coos, he can tell his Jacob's Ladder is appreciated, but it's still not begging.
He had warned he wasn't going to be nice, and he wanted to see the mighty hero crying for his release.
"Come on, pretty bird." Dabi hums as he sits inside the hero, waiting for signs of impending orgasm to fade. "Sing for me won't you?"
Hawks chirps desperately, doing his best to squirm for any kind of friction, but the Dom's rope work has him right where the other wants him and he stands no chance. Any attempt to use any amount of hero strength would probably lead to him getting hurt, and the wicked smirk he can somehow sense on Dabi's face tells Hawks he's well aware. He wants to scream. He's been so close so many times, and if he doesn't cum soon, he thinks he might cry.
Hawks doesn't notice tears forming in his eyes until an apparently stitched tongue leans forward to lick one off his cheek.
"You're so close, pretty bird." A smoke-ruined voice rasps in his ear. "Put away that hero pride for a bit and I'll let you cum." He promises, starting to move now.
Hawks coos, trying to hide his face in a pillow, but when Dabi starts to slow again, he actually sobs now. "Please! Please, Dabi! I've been good! So good! A good little whore. Your whore. So please let me cum already! I can't take it anymore! Please!"
Dabi grins manically. "Good boy." He nearly purrs before placing a hand on bound calves for support and starting a rough pace that forces a loud moan from the blonde.
"Fuck! Yes! Dabi! Please! I'm so close! Dabi, please!" Hawks cries, feeling his pussy clench around the Dom's cock as he nears the edge.
Dabi groans, reaching down to tease the hero's clit before cursing when the blonde clamps down with a scream and cums. "Fuck, birdie!"
Hawks chirps needily, hiccupping as he's fucked through his orgasm before trying to squirm away when Dabi keeps going. "Dabi~"
"I told you I wasn't stopping, baby bird." Dabi pants, even if he's not far behind. "Shit, tight."
Hawks whimpers, nearly sobbing in relief when Dabi curses and finally fills him with cum. "Dab…"
Dabi hisses as he makes sure to fuck his cum deep into the hero as he works himself through his orgasm before pulling out with a sigh. "Fuck, birdie…shit, alright, I'm adding another rope."
Hawks whines as he tries to see around the blindfold, but is left mostly boneless as Dabi makes what he thinks is a cradle of some sort between his midthighs out of the last bundle of rope he brought over. Hawks tries to follow the Dom's movements, but it isn't until he feels what feels like a wand against his clit that he realizes it’s a harness.
"Dabi…"
"I told you I was going to make you keep cumming." Dabi hums innocently like he's not currently being a devil incarnate.
"Wai-AH!" Hawks screams when Dabi turns on the vibrator, stuck just right on his already sensitive clit, and a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation racks through his body continuously.
"Fuck!"
"That's the plan." Dabi promises with a smirk, getting comfortable to let himself recover after stuffing a vibe into the hero's leaking hole to make him whine.
Hawks just warbles brokenly, but without safe words, he's stuck at the Dom's mercy. "Please…" He quietly whimpers. His pleas are just met with a mean laugh and settings being turned up.
This is how Hawks finds himself being worked over the edge a second time by the machine’s brutal vibrations against his clit and g-spot. If it weren't for the toy stretching his pussy beautifully, he'd almost be worried about losing his prize, but a hand yanking his fuzzy head back promises a more long-term one.
"Open wide, birdie." Dabi near growls as a Prince Albert taps drool-covered lips. "Gonna fuck that pretty throat next."
Hawks coos, opening his mouth wide to accommodate as a familiar fog starts creeping into his mind, but he holds off to enjoy the weight as Dabi pushes in slowly.
"There you go, birdie. Opening up so well. My perfect whore. To think I'd have a top hero swallowing my dick one day. Fuck…" Dabi rambles, thrusting slowly until he can start picking up speed. "Fuck, birdie. Swallow it, alright?"
Hawks trills happily, swallowing around the head when he can, but otherwise letting Dabi use him.
It's not much longer before he falls mostly silent, whimpers and moans only interrupted by chirping when he cums.
He doesn't even realize he went under until he's coming back down to warm hands massaging feeling back into his sore limbs, and reassuring words.
"Welcome back, pretty bird?" Dabi smirks, as he runs a warmer-than-normal hand along a toned thigh. "How are you feeling, hero?"
Hawks chirps in answer before trying again. "Sore, but good. I'll probably cry if anything touches my clit for the next week though." He croaks. "Willing to break your no-hero rule again if I request you next month?"
"Hmm." Dabi hums, tilting his head in consideration even as a growing smirk pulls at his staples. "I think that can be arranged."
Hawks smiles, chirping happily when a warm hand starts preening his wings. "Cool." He yawns, exhausted in the best possible way. "Can't wait."
"Get some rest, birdie. I'll get water and be here when you wake."
Hawks shakes his head, pulling Dabi close. "Cuddles first. Other aftercare after."
Dabi raises a brow, but sighs, continuing to run warm fingers through ruffled wings. "As you wish, pretty bird. As you wish."
A/N: My first Hawks fic omg I’m so excited. The smut could've been longer but I was tired writing this. I know most of the time Hawks is depicted as being super aggressive and dominant during his rut but I wanted to try a different approach. I hope you guys enjoy this subby Hawks meal because I know I sure did. Love you all !!!!!
Fandom: Hawks, MHA
Pairing: Hawks x Reader
Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) SMUT SMUT SMUT
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Plot: Spring has hit and Hawks is entering his rut. He is desperate for any type of release.
Spring is here. The weather is great and everyone is in a wonderful mood. Well, almost everyone. My phone continuously vibrates in my lap, my screen lighting up with text after text and call after missed call from my boyfriend. I feel bad not answering him but I have things to do and unfortunately he’s going to have to wait for a while. I sat at my desk trying my best to complete all the work I had left before I left for the day. Heat began to emanate from my phone from the sheer number of notifications coming through. All from one person. Keigo goes through this rut every spring. He told me about it when we first began dating and even though we've been together for two years this is the first time I'm going through it with him. Last year I was in another country on a very important mission. I had to stay on the phone with him for hours while he jerked himself off, saying lewd and obscene things.
He made me promise not to go on any missions that would take me away from him this year. I replied to the last of my emails for the day before closing my computer. As I made my way out the door of my busy office I said my goodbyes to all my co-workers. When I finally got to my car I sighed trying to release all the stress I had built up. The engine of my car revved to life, I backed out of my parking space and drove out onto the road. I used a voice command to call Keigo back as I drove. I just know he’s gonna be pissed.
“Babybird, where have you been all day? I've been calling you nonstop. Why didn't you pick up the phone?” His voice shook as he spoke.
“I’m so sorry babe but I had to finish my work and I didnt want to get distracted. I’m on my way home to you now, don't worry.”
I could hear him shifting in the bed. Probably trying to get comfortable while he waited for me.
“Hurry. Please. I want you so bad. I don’t even know what to do with myself. All I can think about is how badly I want to touch you and hear all the noises you make when I’m inside you. Get home now.”
He hung up before I could even respond. I knew what that meant. I sped home as fast as I could. Once I made it up to our apartment I opened the door to see the place in shambles. Things were all over the place, all the pillows in the living room were gone and ice littered the floor. Slowly I pushed the door open to our room and my vision was instantly blocked by keigo as he rushed me. His hands were all over my body grabbing and squeezing, as if they were searching for any inch of me that wasn't covered by clothing. His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was desperate and passionate. He nipped at my bottom lip. A small yelp escaped me. His wings fluttered in response.
“Keigo wait - just - I need to - let me just take a shower. I’ll be quick, just give me two minutes.”
“You can shower later. I need you.”
I squirmed and turned, trying to escape his grasp but no matter what I tried I couldn't get away from him. I’d been at work all day running up and down doing all kinds of things. I felt sweaty and icky and all I wanted to do was wash this long day away before I did anything with him. His lips traveled to my neck. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent.
“Babybird you smell so good just the way you are. You don't need to shower.”
My resolve to shower started wearing thin as the heat within my core grew. He placed wet open mouth kisses all over my neck. I moaned, pressing my body into his.
“Please baby, I need you. I’m desperate for you right now. My cock is so hard I can feel it pulsating and so much pre cum is leaking out of me, I can't take it. Please!”
Hearing him beg was like music to my ears. I love it when he lets go and gives me control. It doesn't happen often but when it does I turn into a different person,
“Okay baby I’ll help you. Take these pants off.”
As he removed his pants I unbuttoned my dress shirt and allowed it to slide off of me to the floor. My bra followed soon after. Keigo was on me in an instant, his mouth attached to one of my sensitive nipples while his free hand massaged the other. I cradled his head in my hands gently stroking the nape of his neck. He groaned into my chest.
“That feels so good baby.” I said breathlessly as he moved his attention to my other breast.
My head fell back as I reveled in the feeling of his lips and tongue. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His face was completely engulfed in my chest now.
“Do you like when I hold you like this while your mouth is full with my breast? Hmmm? You like turning me on like that? You wanna be my good boy so badly don’t you?”
He let out a whine like groan. I felt his body shiver. I could see how frustrated he was but I was enjoying myself too much to give in just yet.
“What’s the matter baby? Are you that worked up you can’t even talk anymore? All you can do is moan and groan? All you want is a little release huh? You want to fuck me until I can’t take anymore, until I’m full with all your cum. Is that it?”
I gently slid my fingers down one of his wings just to tease him even more.
“Please! Don’t tease me like that (Y/N) I’m barely holding on here. You’re so fucking hot I just wanna take you right here right now but I also wanna be a such good boy for you it hurts.”
“Okay baby I think I’ve had my fun. Let me make you feel better.”
I knelt down in front of Hawks, his swollen erection twitched with anticipation. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked down on me. He probably thought I was going to give him a blow job but I had something else in mind. I took him in my hand, he inhaled sharply at the contact. I allowed the pre cum leaking from his cock to fall onto my chest as I pumped him slowly allowing it to coat my breasts. The sheer amount that came from him shocked me. I’d never seen anything like it. His hips bucked into my hand desperate for more friction. My slow pace made him growl with frustration. I loved teasing him, he always got needy so quickly but I knew it was time to finally give him what he wanted.
Ever so slowly I guided him in between my breasts and squeezed them together. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even get the words out he was pumping his cock up and down against my chest. His pace was fast and without thought. His hands gripped my hair pulling it as he used my body for his pleasure.
“It feels s-so good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back
“Look at me. Yes. Is this what you've been craving? Huh? What you've been begging for all day? I know this is what you've been dreaming about. Having your cock between my beautiful soft breasts?”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuk.” He moaned.
I couldn't help but smile. I had him wrapped around my finger in this moment. I could ask anything of him right now and he’d say yes without hesitation. I loved having this control. It really made me feel so powerful to know that I could make such a dominant man like Hawks bend to my will using only my breasts. I could feel his body begin to shiver. His grip on my hair grew even tighter. The veins in his cock bulged and pulsated and I knew he was close.
“If you wanna cum you know what you have to say don't you baby?”
He hesitated, not wanting to give up that last little piece of control.
“Come on, I know you’re so close. It's right there isnt it. All you have to do is say one thing for me.” I pushed my breasts together even more around him.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Can I cum please?!”
“Please what?”
“Mommy!”
That’s all it took. His thrusts were hard and rough as he came all over my face and chest. His whole body convulsed and shook. I could hear the ruffeling of his feathers. Once his movements stopped I used my hand to pump him. He groaned as a jolt went through his body. I was shocked. He was so sensitive yet he was still so hard. I looked up at him in disbelief. A chill ran through my body when we made eye contact. The look on his face was unlike any I'd seen before.
“You’ve had your fun with me babybird now it’s my turn.”
A/N: Hi, I had some subby hawks thoughts, so have this small little drabble
CW: None really just submissive hawks, a little begging, a little teasing, some slight edging hints, reader is female.
A relationship with Hawks where YOU’RE the dom is magnificent. I say this because when you’re riding him, he’s such a moaning little mess. All he does is sit there and let your pussy choke his cock, telling you how good he is, how he’ll do anything you ask of him. However, there will always be that one moment where he can see how tired you are when you’re on top. He’ll take the initiative to please you by flipping you over and nearly bunny fucking you.
“Am I doing good, huh? Fuck, kid, tell me I’m doing good for you~!”
Oh and he lives for your legs wrapping around his waist to guide him in deeper. He wants you to tell him exactly how you like to be fucked. He wants you to make him earn his orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum until I do, Keigo.”
“Y-yes ma’am, fuck, I won’t cum, fuck fuck fuuuck.”
He’s such a good boy, turning you onto your knees when you ask for it. He’ll pull his cock free from your tight cunt and eat it out from behind until you’re creaming around his tongue. Then, at your request, he’ll shove his desperate prick right back in and try his hardest to keep from spilling himself deep inside you. He can’t fucking help himself, all he wants to do is paint those slick walls of yours with his cum.
“Please let me cum, I can’t handle it, baby. Please? Please I fuckin earned it.”
“You did? Well.. I suppose I’ll let you cum, just this once.”
As soon as he has permission, he’s rocking his hips into yours and pulling you so close while he unloads himself into you. He looks so cute with his wings stretched and trembling, feathers rustling together as his climax completely washes over him. He’ll collapse soon after, panting as if he ran a mile, face burning a deep scarlet, and eyes clouded with lust.
It only takes him a second to get himself together before he’s asking how he can serve you again.
