Yandere Hawks in rut x reader
Content warning: Noncon, forced orgasm, cunnilingus, Feral Hawks, AFAB reader
((I was loopy on cough medicine so I wrote this I know it isn’t the best but if you like it leave a comment!!! They validate me!!! -Mommabean ))
Spring. Usually something people are a little more happy and thrilled about, getting to go outside without frostbite and what not. In exchange for not freezing to death, they have to suffer through allergies and maybe some fear of bugs crawling out of every crevice imaginable.
Oh what Keigo would give to be normal like that. To just enjoy the spring and summer months like those aesthetic boards online make them to be like.
Instead, he gets to go through hell. His hormones come out of hibernation, raging and ready to either maim, mark, or most importantly- mate. The shedding of wings as a way to mark his nest, the constant preening to show off how healthy and shiny his wings are, and the embarrassing subtle hints of him trying to court his current crush.
The last courting fiasco made him want to leap off of a building. Fresh caught fish? Yikes.
He sits scratching at his wrist to try and distract himself from the primal thoughts filling his head. Right now his eyes were set on you, as they have been for months now, only this time they were more intense. Piercing and molten, claiming every inch of you without having to say a word.
Anyone who saw his expression knew not to get too close. He was clearly on the more feral side of his rut, wings puffed out to show dominance on instinct whenever someone so much as waved hello to you. Stop that! Don’t you see that they’re too close to you? Does he have to scare everyone away?!
“Hawks?” You ask innocently, eyebrows creased in worry “Sorry to bother you sir but...it’s just you look a bit more tense than usual.” you mutter softly. Oh so sweetly. Such a pretty voice from his pretty mate.
NO. No Keigo, get yourself together! It’s just a fucking rut you can do this!
He clears his throat and covers the raw patch of skin on his wrist, still trying not to scratch. The scent of you washes over him as he slowly inhales to calm himself, and suddenly he’s never felt more serene and at peace. A playful smile emerges and he chuckles “I’m A-OK little ducky, just overthinking is all."
The nickname makes your cheeks flush with heat, and you look away at the floor with a small pout. He’s given you that name since the beginning of your internship, since you seemed to follow him around like a duckling with its momma. “You know I hate that name.” you murmur, but quickly change the subject so he wouldn’t have a chance to tease you.
While you explain what the schedule and routes were going to be for the next few weeks, Keigo couldn’t help but hungrily watch your lips. Every syllable called out for him to snatch those lovely petals in a demanding kiss, to swallow down your moans and let his tongue explore you.
Needless to say there’s no blood flow going to his ears at the moment. Right now he’s picturing mating you to the point you’re flooding with his seed, curled up in his nest and laying your head on his chest as he praises you.
Nest? Well that was a bit new. Sure he’s made territories for himself but never really a nest. A nest meant something permanent, something that had to be protected and made indestructible. And honestly that sounded so soothing to make, like it was his calling.
Oh god. This isn’t going to be a normal rut.
“-So I hope it’s ok I partnered myself with you the first few days. I know you prefer to keep rookies with the trainers but they kinda tied my hands."
He wanted to snarl at that, his predatory side seeping in. He realized shortly after it was just a figure of speech, rolling his eyes mentally at how stupidly protective he’s becoming. Sure he cares about you deeply and probably has stalked you on more occasions than he’s willing to admit.
And sure he steals some items of yours when you forget them and thinks they’re just the cutest things on earth. And yeah maybe he’s dried a few of your tears and has laughed so hard he nearly peed. It doesn’t mean he should act like a rabid animal!
Yeah ok he’s desperately, obsessively in love with you. He thought he could hide it better, shove it down and continue on with life like he’s been taught, but instincts are stronger and have a point to make apparently.
“No that’s fine! I’d rather it be you than anyone else. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I think these guys are noobs.” he jokes, watching you playfully roll your eyes as you poke his chest. “It’s an intern agency. We’re all noobs on this side of the building."
You touched him. Oh god yes you touched him! His wings flare out slightly, as if to cage you in and keep you there, towering over you and making your eyes wide. You thought you had angered him somehow, and stepped back with a soft whimper, swallowing as you turn to point towards the crowd of new hero’s to be walking in.
“I-I’ll uh leave you be. These kids need a little tour, and...you look like you need some coffee."
Damn it! He scared you away!
He’s so stupid, he can’t control his animal urges! His mouth is already salivating as he smells your sweet scent once again, bristling in anger as it fades and mixes with the others around the room. It isn’t right. This isn’t a safe place, his mate shouldn’t have to be surrounded by this nonsense!
A true worthy alpha would scoop up their mate and take them back to the nest. Mate them, mark them, breed them full and have them satisfied. Not working all hours of the day and becoming exhausted, reeking of other scents that dare try to make a claim.
Keigo shakes his head, and tries to get his teeth to stop clenching in anger. This rut is so much more powerful than the others, and it isn’t even h the beginning. God knows how he’ll be when the peak hits, and he’s truly feral and unhinged.
It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Keigo. You haven’t heard from him and you’re worried he might be either severely sick, angry, or god forbid he’s dead. So, against the judgment of your peers and coworkers, you head to his place.
It’s a little past three when you arrive, morning shift making you work up a bit of a sweat that you couldn’t wait to wash off after this little check up. A soft wrap of fingers on the door, and you shuffle your weight on your feet as you speak “Uh, Mr Takami? It’s me. I haven’t heard from you in a while, are you alright?”
You wait for any sign of life, anything to prove he was ok and wasn’t dying on the floor. A minute, and all you hear is silence. You turn your head to see if anyone was coming, possibly a neighbor who could tell you what was happening, but the streets were only full of cars trying to make their way to town.
Huffing, you decide that his life was much more important than some boundaries crossed. You needed to check on him, so you aren’t stopping now. “If you don’t say anything I’m coming in!” you state with a bit of a wavering voice, trying not to sound panicked.
Another half minute, and no verbal answer, only a loud crash and a groan of what sounded like anguish. You don’t waste anytime, picking the lock and bursting in with your senses on high alert. You follow the sounds into the master bedroom, fearing the worst.
Was he stabbed? Shot? Poisoned? Ruptured appendix?!
“Keigo! I’m here-“ you shout as you rush into the room, pausing abruptly when you see the state it was in.
Covers, shirts, jackets, and other clothing were torn apart into a pile, a busted lamp was on the floor with the bulb broken as well, and the walls had scratch marks up and down the length of them. Like a beast was let loose and ran rampant.
Before you crouched a man who looked more like an animal. Teeth bared, eyes wide with pupils the shape of pinpoints, wings spread wide and dominating as he hunched over the pile of torn items.
Before you can try and take a step back, feathers
Strike towards you and pin you to the floor, casuing a scream. Keigo leaps ontop of you like a beast about to make a kill, face pressed close to yours as his hands squeeze your cheeks roughly.
“....” He says nothing, only huffing and grinning wickedly as his wings flex behind him. “...you came to check on little ol me? That’s so kind of you.” his fingers trail down your throat, squeezing it slightly as he shudders from your warmth. As if it was orgasmic just to touch you, and honestly, it really was.
He craves you. Every inch of skin, every scar, bruise, bump and birth mark. You’re his, and he’s so sick and tired of not having the balls to make that clear enough for the both of you.
His head tilts lower, tongue tracing up the sweat that coated your skin, making you both shiver. You in disgust, but him? Absolute bliss. You tasted so good, so warm and salty. Call him gross, call him psycho, call him whatever you wish. He loves the taste of you, and isn’t ashamed of it anymore.
His hand tightens around your throat, his feathers slowly cutting off the clothes you were in as you swallow down any protest you might have had. “You’re too good to me. My cute little Ducky...always so shy but sweet. Drives me fuckin nuts ya know?” He grins, sliding his hand down your abdomen a few times before squeezing your chest.
He makes a sound akin to a purr, mouth closing over the peaking buds of your nipples and sucking. You wince, trying to kick out, trying to get through to him and tell him too stop.
“Y-you aren’t yourself! Please- get off! Stop!” You cry out, arms feeling like a mix of lead and jello as he only continues and begins to suck and bite on your other breast. His hips were rutting down on yours, his hard cock pouring out precum desperately as he grinds down to relieve pressure.
His body is absolutely aching for you. Wanting to bury himself deep inside of you and never leave, only pumping you full of kid after kid after kid. You’ll look so fucking good swollen and unable to leave his home, depending on him and letting him take care of you.
“Fuck baby-“ he growls out, forcing his lips against yours in a kiss, his tongue taking charge and exploring your mouth and throat as you’re pinned and forced to accept his domination and passion. He pulls away after a few grueling moments, rutting his enlarged, wet bulge against your own slick-coated underwear. It was a mix of his and your own, making you all the more humiliated and ashamed as his attack continues.
The number two hero’s cock pressed against your throbbing clit in just the right way, causing you to jut your hips up in a twisted need for more although you never wanted this to occur. Well, not like this anyway.
This isn’t the hero you looked up too. This isn’t the man you once crushed on and felt like you had a bond with. This was an animal in human clothing, taking what it wanted and never taking no for an answer.
Keigo hovers over you for a moment, eyeing you up and down with a look of serenity as he stroked your quivering lips with his thumb. “I’m gonna make you such a pretty mommy. Gonna make that pretty tummy nice and full forever, keep you nice and safe in this nest."
He sounded absolutely delirious, feverishly kissing you again as his fingers pulled your panties aside and teased your folds. You squeak out pathetically as he swirls them across your clit, playing with your labia and fluttering hole.
Your slick coats his digits immediately, and his cock only throbs harder at that. He could cum just from feeling you on his fingers, knowing that tight heat was squeezing him in any sort of way, but his primal side wouldn’t allow that.
No. No his purpose right now was to make his mate feel good, and fill them up until they couldn’t take it anymore. To make a mess and bask in the afterglow once he knew they were pregnant or going to be. His fingers slowly press inside of you, his middle finger and ring finger, pumping in and out as he suckles on your chest possessively.
You couldn’t stop the moans being worked out of you, his mouth and fingers knew just how to work your body. As if he’s planned this specifically for you.
Not that you need to know but, he has. He’s watched you finger yourself to the point of tears on nights you were so pent up and stressed. He’s watched you read those naughty smutty fics online and moan about how you wished that was you.
He’s used his quirk to listen to your dirtiest fantasies, and so much more. And sure, he’s salivating over how fucking hot you are when you cum and shake like you’re having a seizure, but this is about so much more than sex.
He wants a life with you. He wants to be the man you’ve been dreaming of for so long, and be the perfect spouse and lover. Oh he wants to go on those cute dates and wear those matching outfits that make people cringe or laugh, and he wants the nights where fights turn into soft “I’m sorry.” And “I love you."
He wants a life with you, only you, and his animal inside can’t take waiting anymore.
“You-“ you hiccup, heart fluttering so fast you think you might hyperventilate “-Ha-have to s-stop this!" you begged, only to sob out once again as his lips attach to your clit and begin to suck. He’s completely lost in you, drinking you in and letting himself bathe in your essence.
His face is covered in your juices as his tongue slides and slurps up your dripping cunt, his eyes closed in euphoria as he forces your legs apart with his strong, ever tightening grip. As if he’s determined to stay here until you give in.
You aren’t so sure you want to test him on that.
He growls desperately as his face nuzzles closer into your pussy, his mouth and tongue sucking on your folds and slurping up the mess as you try in vain not to grind down on his face and reach that peak.
He ruts hard against the ground, feeling you tightening on his tongue as your orgasm approaches. Yes, fuck yes! Cum on his tongue, squirt all over him like a good little mate! Fuck it’ll be so hot, please please please he needs this!
Soon his pleas are answered, your thighs quiver and shake in his hands as you’re forced to climax on his face, his mouth eagerly drinking in everything he can, although drool and cum do drip down his neck and chin.
You taste so good. So so good. He can’t explain it, can’t put a name to it, but he knows it means you’re meant to be his and only his. Well, this and many many other reasons. Stalking you has proved to show you’re his soul mate. Surely! Why else would you be here, finally allowing yourself into the nest he so meticulously made?
You don’t notice, as you’re busy trying to comprehend everything that’s happening, but the nest is made of more than just Keigos belongings. Your shirts, hoodies, even panties where thrown into the mix. Some with stains you’d rather not think about.
While you cough and try to stop more tears from falling, Keigo pulls his greedy mouth away from your overstimulated cunt, giving a few more teasing licks with a satiated grin. Loopy, almost high and intoxicated.
“Oh baby I can’t thank you enough for stopping by finally. Worked so hard to make this for us. Gonna make sure you never get to leave it."
((-Mommabean, Hope y’all enjoyed!))
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