★Summary★ it’s springtime and if you’ve learned anything from being half avian it’s that you need your heat suppressants, but just your luck, your pharmacy is in the process of moving.
☆Tags☆ softdom Keigo Tamaki, idk how to tag, MHA, smut, Hawks x reader, heat/rut, reader has a quirk relative to plot, reader has wings, reader experiences a heat, fem! Reader, mention of pheromones, wing play if you squint, vaginal fingering
★Notes★ DO NOT FEED MY WRITING TO AI // THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A HUMAN!! I hope ya’ll like this one, bsf if you’re reading this hiii. This was not beta read. Good luck.
☆WC:☆ 1447~
You and Keigo are two birds of a feather. You have an eagle like quirk, wings like an eagle, the strength of one, but besides that you are as human as anyone else. You met Keigo through different heroes and you two bonded over being avian-human mixes.
Your relationship got more…complicated…when you ran into him at a pharmacy for half breeds. He was there, picking up rut suppressants and so were you. A new chamber of possibilities opened up as you two realized you struggled with the same thing—but that was years ago.
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You stagger into your bathroom, your thick wings scratching against the walls. You’re sweating through the thin white tank-top you wore, your nipples hard and practically piercing the fabric. The panties you wore to bed are practically soaked. Your breath comes out in short huffs as you grip the cool counter top. It’s almost spring, your most hormonal time of the year, and your fucking pharmacy is in the process of moving. You can’t get suppressants even if you wanted to.
You let out a needy whimper, your soaked cunt screaming at you for something—anything to stimulate it. You slip your fingers into your panties, but almost instantly you realize it’s no use. You had a vibrator but, just your luck, this was a new apartment. Some of your belongings were still being shipped. You slip to the floor, the cold tiles electrocuting your whole body. You scream into your hands but the noise shatters into a muffled moan-like yell. This was hell. Sweat clings to your body like a second skin and the throbbing inside you is so intense nothing else can cross your mind. Your wings are also incredibly sensitive, the small bathroom confines them. Your whole body is a mess of sweat, nerves, and pheromones.
You fumble for your phone, getting ready to call out of patrol. A message vibrates your phone.
Keigo: Are you still up for lunch later this week?
You have self respect. You take pride in your independence and ability to do everything solo. Right now you weren’t in control, the self respect leaving your body in the form of the sweat beads dribbling down your neck.
You fumble for the call button, managing to press it through your slightly shaky vision.
“Hey, is this about lunch—“
“Kei…You need…I need you…here,” You pant out. The line goes silent for what feels like a millennia.
“Right…It is almost spring, hm,” You hear him and your body does too. A desperate want coils inside of you. In this state, you aren’t above begging. You’re ready to plead and cry and name a price.
“Kei please—“
“I’m on my way,” The call hangs up. You stare ahead of you. The reasonable and rational part of you is terrified but your bird brain is buzzing with excitement.
You stand on wobbly legs and glance at your reflection. You look about as wrecked as you feel. You stroke your feathers, a small gasp escaping you. You forgot how good that feels when you’re like this.
You manage to get into your living room and slump onto the couch. Your wings are strained, refusing to relax. You pant, want flooding your system somehow even more. Then you hear a knock.
The moment the door opens, you smell him. Rich like sandalwood and expensive tea with undertones of a cologne.
“You’re wrecked,” he manages. You’re completely unaware, but you smell intoxicating. Beautiful floral scents seep out of your body like never ending perfume and a vanilla sweet scent coats the walls of your home.
“I didn’t know…who else,” You breathe out through jagged pants. Your heart is pounding so hard you can practically hear it and every nerve in your body is screaming about the lack of touch. “Please,” You whisper.
His lips press against yours, one of his crimson feathers shutting the door behind you two. His lips are soft and addictive. You moan shamelessly when his tongue presses between your lips.
“I need—“ You stammer
“I know, I know,” He murmurs back. His voice is soft. One of his hands slips behind you, cupping your ass. You whine into his mouth. You could do this for hours, maybe even days. You grind against the growing bulge pressing against his sweatpants. You didn’t even make the connection, it seems like he just got out of bed.
“You don’t have anything…to help you?” He murmurs, pulling back slightly. His face was beginning to flush.
“No,” You manage. His hand cups your chin, his thumb pressing against your swollen, salvia slick lips. You whine slightly.
“Poor thing…” He whispers, but a teasing smirk on his lips tells you he’s not here to play empath.
“Don’t you fucking dare te-tease—“ You gasp, his thumb intruding past your lips and slipping into your mouth, cutting you off.
“Mh..” He smirks slightly. The hand on your ass moves right between your wings. Involuntarily, your back arches off the wall. Your wings and his are similar in anatomy, he must know all the sensitive spots. His thumb presses against your canines that have sharpened slightly thanks to your heated state. You rock your hips, not even trying to hide your desperation.
His thumb slips out of your mouth, making you squirm slightly. He kisses you again and moves your body, backing you until you two fall onto the couch. You’ve never been intimate with another avian hybrid until this morning, so you were completely unaware of what could happen. Your feathers rub together and pop-rocks of pleasure exploded all over you. You gasp loudly, suddenly grabbing his shirt. Keigo cocks a slight smile, clearly enjoying watching you.
“What was that..” You breathe out.
“My wings, against yours,” He explains. He looks you over, a hungry gaze in his eyes but it doesn’t compare to the raging desperation in your bones.
“Kei…” You moan slightly. He kisses you again, his hot tongue invading your mouth immediately. His fingers slip into your panties. His fingers tell you all you need to know, he’s experienced. A shiver shoots down your spine as he rubs and presses against your soaked clit.
His lips leave yours, moans and whines slip from your lips. He kisses your neck and shoulders. His free hand slips under you, resting against your lower back. His fingers continue to work against your velvety folds, gently teasing your entrance with occasional probing.
“You smell so good,” He breathes out against your skin. He slips down the straps of your tank top with his teeth, making you shiver. His teeth graze your shoulders as he drags the straps low, exposing your breasts. As he does this, you feel his thumb pressing against your entrance, not daring to enter just yet.
“Any fucking day now,” You grit, your fingers tangling into his blonde cinnamon hair. His eyes dart to look at yours. His pupils are blown, practically covering his iris. A smirk plays on his lips as he goes back to peppering your collar bone in kisses.
Relief floods your body as you feel his finger press into you. You’re hot and slick with fluids practically making it look like you’ve already orgasmed. Keigo pauses slightly, your pheromones are hitting him harder than he realized. You moan at the intrusion, already grinding your hips and craving more.
You lean back, eyes fluttering shut. You feel so close yet so far from coming, it’s torture. Keigo drags his tongue down your cleavage, your tank-top discarded bunched around your lower waist. One finger becomes two as his mouth begins kissing further down your torso.
The couch groans under you two. His fingers pump and curl inside of you as his thumb services your clit. Every single one of your nerves is like electricity, pleasure taught in your stomach like a piston. You didn’t try to pace yourself or resist the incoming climax because Keigo was a fool to think this was the only round.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” He murmurs against your breast. You whine and thread your fingers through his hair gripping it at the root as he hits the perfect spot inside you.
“So close already?” Keigo teases, he leans up, kissing you deeply. His free hand grabs your hip and hoists it over his shoulder. You gasp at the angle, the intimacy of it all. He groans into your mouth, curling and spreading his fingers inside of you.
The relief hits you instantly as you cum, soaking his fingers along with your thighs. Your mouth falls open, a long winded moan escaping your lips as you come down from the high.
“There you are,” he murmurs, kissing you.
