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oritani · 5 months
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Afternoon patrolling 🌅
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nightfall-kachiniko · 10 months
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“shut up and fuck me already,” you say, frustrated and annoyed. your partner breaks the sloppy mess of a kiss to look at you, his lips curling into a snarky smirk. “can’t be patient, can you?” he mutters, his hot, panting breaths grazes on your skin as he pulls your body more into his. “I know I’m hot, but I didn’t know to you im irresistible,”
“don’t get it to far into that head, bird brain.” you bite back as you hear his annoying voice chuckle at your eagerness. His hand grips your neck as he forces your eyes to look into his, his hips grinding into you..
“always for you, sweetheart.”
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mintshrooom · 9 months
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Requested to draw feral Hawks
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everendering · 2 years
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keigos-wings · 1 year
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the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES
listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(
“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”
and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?
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amaraee · 1 year
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"That damn bird..."
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kleftiko · 8 months
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do you know this cut dating show where they put two people in a box for 12 hours for a blind date? would you be able to write a drabble about hawks x reader in this setting, i just thought it was cute 😩
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❦ 12 HOUR DATE
cw: none, this is fluff
okay so i watched an episode and the only thing i can think of is the box being so god damn small 😭 his wings too big for this got dang box
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intro—
"hi, im y/n." you nod your head to the camera, knees tucked up to your chest.
"and i’m hawks," he throws up a casual wave and smile, body mimicking your pose so as not to get into each other’s personal space.
not like that was really an option, what with how small the box is. the first thing hawks does is shake your hand, warm and rough palms clasping yours, before the both of you return to your own corners.
"are we ready?" the producer calls, and you two give a simple nod. "any questions?"
"are my feathers allowed to leave the box?" hawks (thankfully) asks, the red wings brushing against you involuntarily.
"uh, yeah, sure, they can do whatever," is the answer. "alright, three, two, one..."
 
hour 1–
"i don’t have any siblings." he answers your question. "id like to think i was the best outcome, though."
you breathe out a laugh. "what’s it like being a hero?"
he makes a face, and you can’t help but genuinely giggle.
"that’s too deep a question," he smiles. "next!"
 
hour 3–
"i wanna—just—like starfish." you say.
"starfish?"
you nod, bent arms lifting to the sides as you attempt to raise a leg, "starfish. it’s so cramped, i need to stretch."
it seems he understands what you’re saying. hawks grabs his jacket and shuffles to the back wall of the box.
"here," he goes, "you take this side, i'll take here; we can stretch out a bit."
it’s not much, but the stretch of your legs as the two of you face each other is a bit relieving. you can even slide your back onto the ground, your legs bending to accommodate. you both attempt to get comfortable, back against the floor and eyes to the ceiling.
"not really a starfish—more like an inchworm." he says this and wiggles his body. you can’t see it, but the foot that nudges you and the sounds he makes erupt a laugh from your throat.
 
hour 5–
you two are nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, legs stretched towards the camera. hawks’ fingers are picking at the fur lining of his jacket, your own coat stuffed to the side.
"what’s your… favourite kind of… kiss?"
you cock your head, taking note of the pink on his cheeks and his lack of eye contact.
"you mean like..." you couldn’t help wanting to tease him. "cookies and cream?"
he snorts loudly, throwing his jacket in your face out of embarrassment as you cackle and catch it.
"shut up! you know what i mean!" to be dramatic even further, he scoots to the other side of the box, ignoring your laughing.
"i don’t think i do," you admit. "how many kinds of kisses are there?"
"at least—like—two."
thinking about it, you don’t notice that you start folding his jacket; it's thick and warm, perfect for the cold wind he probably flies through every day.
"probably standard forehead kisses." you shrug and place his coat beside yours. "what about you?"
he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, not giving you an answer. after a beat, you raise your eyebrows.
"have you never been kissed before?"
 
hour 8–
"my name is keigo, by the way." he whispers.
there’s no need to speak loudly; the two of you are lying side by side, bent legs knocking into each other softly as your heads are using his jacket as a pillow.
"keigo…" you test on your tongue. "that’s nice; i like it."
he chuckles halfheartedly and says, "that’s good; i like your name."
"thanks, i got it for my birthday."
the two of you turn your heads to face each other, the proximity not really bugging either of you anymore. your gaze focuses softly on his eyes, admiring the colour and sleepiness in them from a lack of movement.
you hold up your hand, and he smiles before giving you a high-five.
 
hour 10–
now you’re on your stomachs, your coats used as pillows as you watch outside the box. his feathers are barely visible in the camera, but it can capture your focus as you follow them zoom all around the room. partials of a few bunching together reveal shapes, and keigo’s ramblings about straw houses allow anyone to understand he’s telling the story of the three pigs.
both your faces are filled with content and childlike wonder as you watch the story. arms shift into one another as you point somewhere.
 
hour 12–
heads are resting on each other’s shoulders, exhaustion apparent on both your faces, and your mouths are silent. all four hands are up as you see if either of you can lower just your pinky.
"my left just won't go down." he mumbles, and you let out a half-hearted ‘that’s what she said’.
he flicks your forehead, and you both laugh.
"it’s gonna be weird leaving here now." he admits. "all of a sudden, you won't be here."
"is this stockholm syndrome?" your hands rest on your lap.
he admits, "maybe."
 
outro—
"so, how was it?" the producer asks behind the camera.
keigo has his coat on and his wings spread as he gets to stand once again.
"definitely new," he says. "and weird."
"do you think you’ll see them again?"
he shakes his head with a grin. "hell no—never—they were so—"
"—you can get bubble tea by yourself then!" your voice sounds far away from the camera as keigo laughs.
"wait!" he calls as he disappears from the shot, his voice now drowning out as he chases after you offscreen. "i don’t know where the place we’re going to is!"
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manias-wordcount · 1 year
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Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.
 At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 
 Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…
 “ Keigo !”
  …to smile.
 Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 
 Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning...
 And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 
 It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 
 “ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”
 “ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”
 He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world.
 “ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”
 You nod your head. “Yes, please.”
 He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 
 Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 
 “ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”
 All from him.
 You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 
 And so, you thank him again. 
 “ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”
 “Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-
 “Anytime at all.”
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kretavocato · 10 months
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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year
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hawks/keigo takami x reader
i got a request for some keigo x reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument and making up!! i really enjoyed it!! it's super cute, hope you enjoy!
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•honestly it doesn't even matter what the argument was about(it was totally his fault) the only thing that matters is that you're giving him the silent treatment :((
•as soon as you shut down during the argument and lock yourself alone in a room to cool down he knew he messed up, you giving him the silent treatment just solidified that
•would immediately be apologetic and beg for forgiveness when you don't talk to him. like literally on his knees clasped hands and everything begging you to forgive him and talk to him (honestly it's a tad pathetic. but pathetic keigo is the best tbh)
•honestly tho pls don't be Too mean to him. i think he'd have bad abandonment issues/attachment issues in general so pls don't leave and don't ignore him for too long :( like five minutes is enough i promise he learned his lesson
•will note what made you give him the silent treatment and Never Do It Again. hates it
•you give in after a couple minutes of his begging. he looked so cute with his little frown but you don't want him to think you're Too upset with him, you've calmed down by now anyway
•when you finally talk to him he jumps up and hugs you super tight and apologizes again :( he's so sweet
•you two obvi talk it out after that bc we love healthy relationships but after that
•you spend the night cuddling. like literally the entire night. from whatever time you have the argument until the next day keigo literally won't let go of you, he wants to be with you after you ignored him for an albeit short time. pls just let him wrap around you
•the only time he lets you go is to make you your favorite meal/order ur favorite food if he can't make it as an apology
•also expect something weirdly extravagant the next morning like a hundred bouquets or a ton of stuff you were needing/wanting. probably ordered it secretly while you were still ignoring him
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revska · 1 year
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💙🔥🦅
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oritani · 8 months
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Num 2 Hero. ホークス
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nightfall-kachiniko · 8 months
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You and keigos relationship is so funny I swear yall be like:
You’d send keigo a video of someone making coffee and be like “does this turn you on?”
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mintshrooom · 9 months
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Hawks having a popsicle to cool down cause it gets hot during summer time🫠
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ehimemo34 · 10 months
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Summery: hawks gives it to you, rough.
Please be kind and reblog ❤️
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A/N: I wrote this while on a call with my friend, you can thank them for this filth.
Buy me a coffee (aka a tip)
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Trigger warning: use of characters real name, FEM reader,vaginal penetration, degradation (slut, whore), praise, pet names (baby bird, my little angel, baby), rough sex.
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Keigo was pounding you into the mattress. Your cunt making nosies of the deepest sin.
 
"Fuck yes, that's it, baby bird," he growled out, pushing his hips closer to yours, his balls slapping against your ass. You moaned, your head rolling back against the plush pillows. "Keigo," you whined out, "it's too much". The man above you all but laughed.
"Shut up, you slut; take it. You asked for this."
In reality, you had. You had been all over Keigo earlier, teasing him.
"Mmf, I'm sorry," you whined out again, feeling Keigo's cock drill you.
"Sorry? Your sorry? You turned from an angel to a whore in a split second. I don't think you are," Keigo said, rutting into you again.
You moaned louder, gripping the sheets. "I am—mm, promise, I am Keigo—" "shut up!" He moaned, "Shut up and take it, you slut". He pushed his hips even closer to yours, feeling your wetness soak his front.
He moaned at the feeling, his breathing getting heavier and heavier.
His wings started flaring, spanning outward as he neared his end. "Come on, you whore, cum for me," he groaned. You moaned at the roughness of his voice.
You came squealing, clutching onto Kegio's back. Keigo came not long after, filling you with his seed. "That's my good baby; that's my good little angel," he laughed out, falling on top of you.
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kalieros · 2 years
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hawks, aizawa, endeavor x fem!reader
>> a/n: Finally - jealous ex’s pt. 2, prohero edition. This one ventures into the daddy or dom/sub territory, so be aware. Definitely self-indulgent on my part. I went a little different for some of these! I’ve got a few more lined up as well for those of you who requested some~ enjoy! 
>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), dub-con/non-con elements!, reader is wearing a dress/skirt and heels, public spaces, phone sex, dirty talk, vulgar!!, rough, masturbation, voice kink, use of kitten as pet name, endeavor x coworker, slight size kink, manhandling, a BIT of yandere/baby trapping at the end because I’m going to hell
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Hawks/Keigo:
Hawks’ problem is flirting - and he knows it.
But that does not mean he is okay with you flirting around - no, he is far from okay with that
It doesn’t take him long before he realizes you’re seeing other people - he swears you’re doing it just to bother him but he would never let anyone see it works
But that was a mistake. You’re his baby bird, his little chickadee, and who do they think they are coming after his territory, his prize?
He’d claimed you in his heart the moment he saw you and there was no going back now
At first he tries to win you back over with his usual tactics - flirty texts, flowers, little gifts on your doorstep hand-delivered with a crimson feather perched on top
He leaves you messages promising affection and candlelight dinners, all his attention 
But when that doesn’t work he decides maybe he needs to really show you how he feels - you’re so special, after all, he should put in more effort, right??
One day he corners you on your walk home, having just noticed you on his patrol (he was totally NOT following you)
He swoops in and begs, whines about how you’ve been ignoring him and he just wants you to hear him out
Blocks you in with his wings, cornering any method for escape as he promises you’re all he’s thought about for days, weeks
“I’d give anything to feel you again, baby bird,” he begs to you, whispering in your ear as he noses your throat, running his hands down your sides
He slides up your dress and begs to put in just the tip as he grabs at your thighs
He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips and promises no one will know, not with his wings around you and his hand pressed to your mouth
When you give in he praises you so well, murmuring “that’s my girl,” and “you’re taking me so well.”
Takes what he wants easily, pounding your pussy before soothing the marks he leaves with little kisses, knowing you’ll never be satisfied with another person with the way he leaves you whimpering
Eraserhead/Aizawa:
Pfft, Aizawa is totally above being bothered by something so trivial 
Or so he has told himself a million times now, usually at night as he lies awake thinking about you
He’s now seen you a handful of times with this other guy 
Despite not admitting his deep disappointment to himself, he still does everything in his power to find out who this person is 
He sulks a little, quietly, one might even say he’s brooding - until Nemuri and Hizashi tell him he’s gotta do something about his pouting
He is literally sleeping less somehow and they’re the ones taking the brunt of this behavior
When he decides to get up the nerve and call you he chickens out! As a result he develops.. a habit
Every night now he strokes himself to the thought of you, slowly getting more and more frustrated at the fact that its not you taking his load on your tongue or inside
Some nights he would scroll through your socials or touch himself to pictures of you
He knows its probably wrong but.. he can’t help thinking about you, especially after you’ve been flaunting yourself all over the place with your new beau, and he hated that
He knows he’s the only one that can satisfy you anyway - or understand your particular needs 
Finally, on a particularly rough weeknight, Aizawa calls you late at night, thinking you won’t pick up. He intends to leave a voicemail, (really!) but is shocked when you answer
Instead, your groggy voice picks up and he is immediately affected by it 
You ask what he wants - is he okay? It’s so late - but you hear on the other end of the line a low groan and you faintly realize he’s stroking his cock to the sound of your voice
“You’ve been so bad, little one” he growls, stroking his cock with more intensity
He relishes in the gasp that leaves your lips and begs you to keep talking
He tells you just how much he’s missed you, and exactly how he intends to mark you all over and leave you aching for him the way you’ve left him waiting this whole time
He wants to punish you for making him jealous and you can’t lie - you love it
“Going to fill you up so good, kitten. He doesn’t even compare, does he?”
By the time he’s done you’re soaked and Aizawa is at your front door, promising that neither of you will be getting any sleep
 Endeavor/Enji:
First of all - another ex for endeavor? You’re crushing his heart (I know, I’m a softie)
He swore he would never allow another person to leave because they were unhappy
When you said you needed a break his heart plummeted right into his stomach
He did his best to keep it together - he tried to convince you to work it out at first, reaching out over the phone or leaving messages and flowers at your desk to no avail
But rejection was beginning to sting
He tried, he really tried to do it the right way and respect your wishes but he started to see you on patrol with other people and that just wasn’t going to work for him
He was trying to do better, be better but things like this just tested his patience.. How could you not see that you’d broken him completely? 
Well - perhaps being forward would be just what you needed to get it through your pretty little head that you were either his or no one’s
He calls you into his office one day during lunch to discuss some paperwork
He confronts you - telling you its been so hard to see you walk around the office in those heels, in those skirts, and then going off with someone else
He crowds you against his desk and rips open your tights, sliding up your tight little pencil skirt before lifting you onto the desk and taking you right there
His hands are calloused and everything about him is heavy and large and he uses this to his advantage
He holds your face in his with rough hands, kissing you hard as he brutalizes your cunt, the desk giving him the perfect leverage to hit right there
He secretly wants to see you cry on his cock and makes it a mission to have you thoroughly ruined before the hour is up
Not much of a talker but definitely whispers how sweet and perfect you’re being for him, and how he’s “not going to let you slip away” so easily
As he sits you on his lap he definitely considers using his thick fingers to push his seed right back inside as he watches it drip out, thinking about how he could keep you by his side forever...
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