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takami-takami · 4 months

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Like a Candle at Both Ends.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— sub!keigo. reader uses a strap. double penetration with a twist. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. dacryphilia. cum as lube. slight feminization (of keigo). slight degradation. some brattiness. face-sitting mentioned.

In which you blow the birthday boy's back out like a candle. Topping Keigo with a fleshlight underneath him, that way he gets so overwhelmed he cries. ♡

You're at least ninety percent sure Keigo won't remember a damn word he says, tomorrow.

It's a pity, truly, that his gorgeous babbles of incoherency that entertain you aplenty in bed will only live on in your memories; but you suppose you can't really blame him. It would be difficult for any man to remain focused in this situation— let alone one who gets as lost in the floaty depths of subspace as Hawks.

You've always known your boyfriend to have a penchant for indulgence. If the tabloids get one thing at least half-correct, it's that Keigo is quite the glutton for satisfying his baser urges.

Tabloids call him a foodie. They snap pictures of him at different restaurants every afternoon during his usual two o'clock lunch breaks, sinking his teeth into delicacies with a moan, only to wash it down with the most caffeinated coffee he can get his mitts on.

And those same tabloids write adorable little periodicals about how their media darling just loves a little something to eat.

But you know better.

The reality is, it's more that Keigo is simply a brat who likes to indulge. He likes to be pleased.

He likes to fill and be filled, to stuff and be stuffed; but you don't blame them for not reading between the lines, there. You suppose you do have the unfair advantage of seeing him make that same, satisfied face after you've milked his cock to empty itself past the point of shooting blanks.

If anyone on this earth is privy to a crucial little piece of information the rest of the world doesn't know, it's you. The paparazzi that flock like vultures outside local diners in the hopes of catching the number two may snap pics of him smiling to himself as he digs in, but they don't have the slightest idea what else Keigo likes to sink his teeth into.

Namely: your neck, if he's lucky; cock throbbing in your vice grip, on days you grant him permission to teethe at your skin until the splotches of color from his marks settle like satisfaction in his chest.

But mostly— and especially, on nights like tonight— the revered, dignified hero Keigo Takami just sinks his teeth into the pillow like a goddamn whore.

Right now, as Keigo lays on his front and bites back some rather pathetic sounds, the plush pillow beneath him is looking unbearably chewable to his eyes. Your delicate hand is reaching around his body like a serpent, snaking underneath his pelvis to grip his sensitive length so carefully in your palm; and the man below you is beginning to suspect he might need another outlet for his sexual frustrations, soon.

"I c-can do that myself," he releases the pillow and sputters, though his body doesn't protest in the slightest. In fact, his hips arch away from the toy positioned below, in order to allow you rightful access to his cock.

"Yeah, obviously," you answer with a squint, sliding your fingers along his length. "But I want to do it for you, so I will. Are you complaining, Kei'?"

"Mm. No," he hums the right answer, shifting comfortably to rest his cheek against the pillow and settle his weight on his knees. "But I might start complaining if you don't hurry it up. I don't take this long when I put it in you," he whines, smushing his cheek further into the fluff to resist the temptation to look down. He doesn't flinch a bit when you thread your fingers through his hair in response, practically petting him.

Still, Keigo sighs in pleasure rather than dissatisfaction when he shuts his eyes. He can't deny that your soft skin feels incredible on his cock, crackling with electric charge; but the fleshlight trapped beneath his hips is enticingly lubed and ready for him, and that simple fact is causing him to grow impatient. The way you're rubbing his tip against its entrance doesn't help in the slightest. It feels more agonizing than pleasurable, at this point.

"Stop playing with it and put it inside already," he groans.

"Aww," you coo. "Are you feeling pent up today, Keigo?"

It's meant to be a tease, but the response you get is heartbreakingly genuine.

"A little bit, yeah," Keigo answers truthfully, cocking his head to the side for a second. His neck pops with the motion, achingly, and he cracks his neck the other way to make it look intentional. Still on his belly, he crosses his elbows and tucks his chin atop his arms.

Keigo looks genuinely fatigued when he blinks. Black lashes rest on his cheekbones a little longer than usual today, and you're aware that the only thing hiding his prominent eye bags is a few layers of expensive, caked-on concealer.

You swallow a pang of resentment at the sight.

Next year, you'll be sure to make a few phone calls with some choice words and demands you refuse to budge on.

Somehow, the urge to spit an uncharacteristically shrill "let me speak to your manager" over the phone to some HPSC bigshot isn't quite as strong as the urge to spoil Keigo tonight, instead; to make your baby forget the press interviews his handlers drag him to, around this time every year. The meetups, the galas— even those photoshoots you're silently a bit thankful for because he looks so irritatingly handsome in them.

You take out your irritation on his wings, gripping the sensitive primaries in one fist. To his delight, you begin to stroke the sensitive, silky bristles along the sides of his feathers, teasing them with your fingertips.

"Woah, woah, woah," Keigo smirks. The plumage of his wingspan preens with the attention, arching into your touch like a purring, spoiled housecat. "Easy there, doll. What's gotten into you today— oh, fuck me."

The moan dies down into a pleased rumble in his chest; and before he knows it, his hips arch just like his glorious wings, grinding his backside against the pretty, pink appendage strapped to your hips by a few medieval-looking buckles.

"Nothing," you lie. "Just wanted to shut you up, but it's not working all that well."

"Liar," he snides. "You know that makes me loud, baby."

"Wasn't exactly trying to hide that, but nice try."

Your palm finally guides his tip into the toy, slipping it deep inside while he sighs in momentary relief.

But the relief is just that. Momentary.

Keigo's hardly bottomed out for a dozen seconds before he's whining and trying to press himself back against the tip of your strap, too.

"Oh my god," you laugh genuinely, dumbfounded by how quickly he begs for the next little indulgence on the list. You're too busy popping the lid of a plastic tube and drizzling your strap with lube to babysit him; so for now, you ignore his whorish little display for attention.

"You want it that bad, already," you ask, slicking the length and plopping the tip against his fluttering rim, giving him a few lovetaps.

"Yeah," Keigo smiles, deliriously. "Wanna feel you fucking against my prostate. Give it to me."

Cheeky. On another day, you'd deny him strap altogether for acting like he doesn't need to do anything to earn it.

"Tell me if anything feels weird," you say instead, kissing his shoulder once while you grip the tip in one hand, pressing it against his hole. "Does it feel okay?"

"Mm, yeah," he rolls his shoulders. "But can you, uh, let me just lay here a little, at first? You know, while you do your thing?"

Keigo shakes his hips in an attempt to look enticing with the shameless request. "I'll be really good. Promise."

"You're such a fucking pillow princess," you accuse as you slide inside his already prepped hole and begin to move; and just as quickly as you utter it, the pseudo-insult backfires in the form of a high pitched, utterly pleased moan below you.

"I-I can be your princess," Keigo immediately agrees, with some nods alongside each of your thrusts. When you sink into him, he sinks his teeth further into the pillow than his mind sinks to delirium— deeper than his pride sinks down to a new low.

"I'm yours, I'm your princess," Keigo repeats. "I'm your fucking princess," he moans, reaching one hand back to claw those delicately manicured fingernails into the meat of your thigh. Each nail is meticulously cut, shaved down like the hair on his lithe body and painted an iridescent gold to match his eyes under your bedroom light.

It's whiny when he pleads, "fuck me"— and it sounds even more pathetic when he squeals it.

With every infuriatingly slow thrust of your hips, Keigo makes a show of displaying his greed. He drags you into him, vice-grip in one hand locked in your flesh to pull it flush into his. His other hand busies itself clutching the drool-soaked pillow against his bare chest for stability.

You treat him delicately, fucking him too slow for him to even think of blowing his load? Oh, that makes him growl through his teeth.

"Just blow my back out, already!" He practically mopes, cock still throbbing in his toy. You can hear the purse of Keigo's lips, his adorable, jutted bottom lip that you're certain is wobbling at this point.

"C'mon," he grits. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you should, like… Keep your promises? They're no good if you don't, y'know."

There are only a few days in the year Keigo is allowed to act out like this, and he'll be damned if he doesn't capitalize on them to the fullest.

The brat's gonna put you in an early grave at this rate, you think. You may not be able to punish him today, but you certainly can give him exactly what he wants.

And when you do give him what he wants, the reality becomes abundantly clear: he can't actually handle it.

When you speed up, he pants like a dog— or, more aptly given this pretty little position, dripping submission and precum while he gets his ass stuffed, face down— Keigo pants like a bitch.

With his tongue far too heavy for his mouth, he resorts to whimpering into the pillow— his poor little crutch. The fleshlight is still squished between his pelvis and the bed, so every thrust you grind against his ass milks his cock, too. It's impossible to keep his head clear and focused when he's stimulated on all fronts; but bless him, Keigo does try.

He tries so hard, pathetically, to focus through the sounds of his lubed cock rubbing against the wet silicone, through the full feeling stuffing his insides at the same time.

Yet even still, it's not enough for him. He snarls in frustration as he shoves his hand between his thighs to adjust the cocksleeve, angled so he can stuff more of his cock in it, enveloped down to his base and pressing near-painfully against his balls.

Fuckin' perfect, he sighs, finally able to direct his attention to his lovely partner digging out his guts from behind.

"Make me your b-b—" He starts and trails off, brows pinched with effort. "Make me yours," he corrects.

Oh? You tuck that little tidbit away.

You suppose it's been countless minutes since you began railing the poor, whimpering pup beneath you. That is, if you were to judge by the rasp in his voice that builds each time he cries his heart out.

Keigo is, despite it all, a very, very good boy. He gives you his visual cues when he feels that telltale tingling in the swollen, blushing tip of his cock; the one that lets him know how close he really is to bursting along the edge. He tenses his already defined muscles and looks back at you with the cutest puppydog eyes, just to make sure you know he's close.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns verbally, too.

But you don't stop.

If his muscles weren't tense enough before, they certainly are now.

"Baby?" Keigo near-panics, turning a bit to gaze up at you pleadingly. Your floral bed sheets twist into spirals under each of his fists, wrung in a manner not unlike his cock. "Baby, I-I said I was gonna cum."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." You peer down your nose and eye the bead of sweat that slithers down his neck.

You watch the tremble of Keigo's hips as he does his best to keep his position poised like a prized showdog, dutifully still. He resists the urge to meet your strokes, instead offering every scrap of control to you as he lets the length of your strap carve out his insides. With every angled rock of your hips, the tip of your curved cock rubs against his poor prostate, stimulating it and making it a nightmare of an endurance test to hold himself back from spilling.

Habit is a powerful thing. Of course, Keigo's body recognizes the familiarity of this song and dance. His cock, ever well-trained, expects you to deny its release; to still your hips and cause his balls to ache, heavy with deprivation, just like you always do.

But tonight, you don't stop.

Your hands are still gripping his hips and your strap buckles are still clinking with your desperate movements. Your pelvis keeps pressing him deeper, manually pushing him in and out of the toy below; and he begrudgingly accepts your generosity, because it's possible that you just felt a little altruistic today.

After all, it is his—

"I'm gonna cum," Keigo whimpers. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

And with his nails tearing at the sheets, Keigo's world goes white; almost as white as the sticky mess he makes of his poor little toy, tip flooding it with rope after rope from his throbbing cock.

It rings in his ears when he climaxes, overloading his poor brain with endorphins and making him scream into the pillow he chomps down on.

Still, your delicate hands guide his hips back and forth, ignoring his babbling to watch him fuck his own cum into the toy.

If it pleases you to watch Keigo continue the motion long after your hands have retreated, you keep it to yourself.

"Ah," he nearly shrieks, high pitched and pretty. "Too much! Ah, fuck, baby, please—"

"Yeah? How does it feel, sweetheart?"

"W-Wet," Keigo hiccups, hips stuttering just the same as his voice. He paws at the sheets when he continues, kneading them in his palms like a kitten. "So fucking wet."

"Mhm," you hum, sitting back on your haunches. You decide to make him use his words for your entertainment, to sate your indignance at his prior tantrums. "And why is that, babe?"

Your palms slide possessively down his hips and up the curvature of his back, meeting his arch. They trail toward his shoulder blades, fingers splayed as Keigo tries to chase them; and to your amusement, he hardly looks to be in the proper state to process the fact that he's actually being mocked, let alone protest it.

To Keigo, all he knows is it simply feels good.

Keigo answers obediently, instead. It takes you by surprise, the way his unabashed filth spills without shame. Arousal pools between your thighs, but your body remains still— if only to watch the way he fucks himself on your cock, balls deep before he does the same using his own to the fleshlight below.

"Because it's stuffed full of my cum. It's s-so wet, full— fuck," he slurs, voice airy and utterly uncontrolled when he draws his hips back onto your thick, pink strap, down till his ass meets your pelvis; and he thrusts his cock back inside the toy, the subsequent shlick somehow louder than how he runs his mouth.

Back and forth, in and out, Keigo irreverently milks himself from both ends. The motion of it smears his own spent along the sides of his cock, acting as the most obscene lubricant. It's messy, unbearably loud in its slick sounds.

It must sound as satisfying to hump as it feels, Keigo thinks. His lip wobbles at the thought, hoping it impresses you, and he bites the pillow below him.

"Aww, it's full?" You don't bother to muffle your laughs as you kneel behind him, simply watching as the once-powerful hero below you does all the work and fucks the snark out of himself, for you. The sound of your condescending laughter breaks him, whittling down his vocabulary as his mind sinks to that familiar, fuzzy place.

The silicone is unbearably tight around his length, even though you were careful to pick one out that he could fit into. The thickness and length of Keigo's cock does tend to make shopping for toys a chore, you muse.

You're not complaining, though. You'll take a couple extra hours of scrolling through fleshlight reviews on forums for the well-endowed before making a purchase, if it means you can keep getting split open by his massive cock when he bends you over the bathroom vanity.

Or the kitchen counter. Or the leather couch in your living room. Or the nearest single-stall restroom sink after you accidentally call him something you shouldn't have in public.

But tonight, the nicknames you call him sound nothing like "sir."

They sound like "puppy", like "sweetheart", like "good boy."

The ribbed, silicone rings inside are designed to squeeze his cock with each stroke. It normally feels simply pleasurable; though, after an orgasm that explosive, his cock feels nearly raw in its sensitivity, nerves exposed like live wiring and sparking electricity all the same.

"It hurts," Keigo squeaks through his fat, wet tears; and you begin to pull out and fuss over him.

That is, until he wails and grips your thigh close in his claws.

"Wait, I want it to! Don't pull out, please don't, please don't pull out. I was so close," he slurs.

"Already?" Your face scrunches with disbelief.

"Uh huh," he nods furiously.

And just like that, your grandiose plans of discovering how much is too much for the glutton end up fizzling out.

"Figures you'd be into overstimulation," you roll your eyes, palm slapping once against his behind as you watch it go from fleshy peach to red. "Whore."

"Huh?" He drools. He sounds like a lost puppy, brain too fuzzy to register a single word— well, other than whore, but that's only because that word made his cock feel kinda nice.

"Not gonna remember a damn word you said tomorrow, are you," you ask, watching him rock his hips in desperation, drowning in his own pleasure. "Too lost when you get fucked, huh, puppy?"

"Mm-mm," Keigo shakes his head furiously, blonde tufts sticking up like stray feathers. At the sight of it, you're overcome with a sudden urge to claw at his scalp.

"Mm! Love you," he adds for seemingly no reason when you yank his neck back by the roots, throat bobbing with his strained swallow.

Heart pounding like the percussion of a heavy metal drum with moans just as erotic, skin slick with sweat and cock wet with his own release; this is the man Keigo is reduced to as you take charge once more. You bully his prostate, thighs burning with effort and breath panting in his ear. Your left hand releases his scalp to grip his jaw and keep his back arched into your chest, while your right shamelessly milks his cock, fleshlight in hand.

It's too much. His moans are broken, climbing in pitch like a crescendo until the dam breaks and his mind shatters once more.

You know how loud Keigo can be. You're well aware, well prepared; yet, like every time you make him sob and scream when he cums, it travels between your legs like lightning, regardless.

After he collapses into the sheets, it takes Keigo ages to catch his breath. His body still shudders and twitches with the aftershocks of his orgasm, wings flapping twice before tucking against his shoulder blades, submissively.

There's drool on the pillowcase, you note; and it's been chewed to bits.

When you pull out, he gasps. You rub the tip against his twitching rim in an attempt to soothe him, and his gasp settles into a sigh.

"Good?" You're out of breath, yourself, when you dare to ask. "You look like you lost one of your nine lives, for a second."

"Eh, it was alright," he smirks. "Could you do it again? I wasn't paying attention."

"Shut the fuck up," you slam the pillow against his side. "You're such a brat.

"You love it," Keigo teases, rolling onto his back and stretching. He exposes his belly. Blissfully comfortable, fucked-out, and entirely satiated.

His eyes nevertheless catch between your legs as you unbuckle the strap and let it fall unceremoniously. He wets his lip and swallows, pupils dilating.

"C'mere," he says, making grabby hands. Expectant, he shifts in eager anticipation, settling into an acceptably comfortable position as you place your thighs on either side of his head— he won't be moving for quite some time, after all.

"Oh," you add, pretending as if you suddenly remembered something. "And Keigo?"

"Mhm?" He hums, craning his neck toward your core, eager to lap himself another helping to fill.

"Happy birthday, baby."

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEIGO 🥳🥳🥳#🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #smut #x reader

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↱ unexpected attractions ↰

➘ summary : pro hero hawks finds himself infatuated with a young woman he sees out when patrolling one day

➘ Hawks x reader, Bnha x reader, Keigo Takami x reader

The city of Musutafu bustled with activity, its streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights as dusk settled over the horizon. High above, the crimson feathers of the Pro Hero Hawks fluttered gracefully, his keen eyes scanning the cityscape for any signs of trouble. It was just another routine patrol for him, keeping the citizens safe and maintaining the peace.

As he glided through the skies, Hawks noticed a group of civilians huddled around a street vendor, their laughter and chatter drifting upward. Curiosity piqued, he descended with a graceful arc, landing near the bustling crowd. Peering down, his sharp gaze fell upon a young woman, her (h/c) hair caught in the gentle breeze as she conversed with the vendor.

"(Y/N)," the name slipped through the vendor's lips, and Hawks felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings. His red eyes lingered on her, captivated by her presence. She seemed to possess an air of innocence and warmth, drawing people to her effortlessly.

Unable to resist, Hawks cleared his throat and approached, his wings folding elegantly behind him. "(Y/N), huh?" he echoed, a charming smile curving his lips as he joined the conversation. The woman looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes meeting his fiery gaze.

"Oh, hi," she greeted, offering a friendly smile. "You must be a Pro Hero, right? I've heard about you. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."

Hawks nodded, his heart racing slightly as he admired the way her smile lit up her face. "The pleasure's mine. Just Hawks will do." He extended a gloved hand towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"(Y/N)," she repeated, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she shook his hand. "I've seen you on TV. Your wings are incredible."

He chuckled, an almost boyish excitement bubbling within him. "Thanks. They're handy, I guess."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, Hawks finding himself hanging onto her every word. He learned about her passions, her dreams, and her love for the city. The more he discovered, the deeper he found himself falling under her spell. There was something about her that ignited a fire within him, a desire to be near her, to protect her.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the two of them engrossed in each other's company. Hawks laughed at her jokes, and she blushed at his compliments. The city's noises faded into the background as their connection deepened, creating a world of their own.

As the night wore on, Hawks realized he had never felt this way before. This wasn't just admiration for a fellow citizen; it was an infatuation, a longing that he couldn't explain. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep her close, to ensure her safety at all costs.

"I hate to cut our chat short," Hawks said reluctantly, his heart heavy at the thought of leaving her side. "But duty calls. I need to get back to patrolling."

(Y/N) nodded understandingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. Stay safe out there, Hawks."

He gave her a charming grin, his wings flexing instinctively as he prepared to take to the skies. "Don't worry about me. And hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again."

As Hawks soared back into the night sky, his thoughts were consumed by the young woman he had just met. He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chance—it was the beginning of something inexplicable, a pull that he couldn't resist.

Little did he know, this chance meeting would mark the start of a profound and tumultuous journey, intertwining their fates in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

Days turned into weeks, and Hawks found himself patrolling the city more frequently than ever before, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds below for a glimpse of (Y/N). He couldn't deny the growing infatuation he felt for her, the way his heart quickened every time her name crossed his mind.

One evening, while perched atop a high-rise building, Hawks caught sight of (Y/N) once again. She was walking along the bustling streets, her presence seemingly radiant even in the midst of the city's chaos. Without hesitation, he spread his crimson wings and descended, landing gracefully before her.

"(Y/N)," he greeted with a warmth in his voice that he hadn't felt in years. His heart raced as her eyes met his, her surprise mirrored in the subtle widening of her (e/c) orbs.

"Hawks," she replied, a mixture of astonishment and delight evident in her tone. "Fancy running into you again."

He chuckled, a touch of nervousness dancing beneath his confident exterior. "It's funny how fate works sometimes."

As they chatted, Hawks discovered more about (Y/N)'s daily life—the way she worked tirelessly to support her family and the kindness she extended to strangers on the street. His admiration for her only grew, solidifying into something that was undeniably affectionate.

As the weeks turned into months, their encounters became more frequent, and Hawks found himself drawn to (Y/N) like a moth to a flame. He'd fly by her workplace, stopping for a quick chat, or they'd meet during his patrols. Their conversations deepened, revealing their hopes, fears, and dreams.

One evening, after rescuing civilians from a massive fire, Hawks landed near (Y/N)'s apartment building. Smoke still lingered in the air, and he was covered in soot and sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to pay her a visit.

(Y/N) opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him in his disheveled state. "Hawks, you're... you're a mess."

He chuckled, a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, well, saving lives doesn't always come with looking presentable."

She stepped aside, inviting him in. "Come on in. I'll get you some water."

As he sat in her living room, Hawks couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. Her apartment was cozy and welcoming, reflecting her personality perfectly. He watched as she bustled around the kitchen, his heart warming at the simple domesticity of the scene.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a bit more hesitant than usual. "I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you."

She turned to face him, handing him a glass of water. "Likewise, Hawks. You're not like other heroes I've met. You're different, in a good way."

Hawks felt a rush of emotions flood over him—gratitude, affection, and a hint of uncertainty. He knew that he was treading on dangerous territory, that his feelings for her were becoming stronger by the day. But he couldn't help himself; he was drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.

As the night wore on, the two of them shared stories and laughter, their connection deepening even further. Hawks found himself opening up about his life as a hero, the challenges he faced, and the expectations placed upon him. (Y/N) listened with empathy, offering a level of understanding that he had never encountered before.

As he left her apartment that night, Hawks realized that he was falling in love—a realization that both exhilarated and terrified him. He was a Pro Hero, someone who was supposed to be above such vulnerabilities. Yet, in (Y/N)'s presence, he felt human, and that was both a blessing and a curse.

Little did he know, his growing affection for (Y/N) would lead him down a path he never could have predicted, setting into motion events that would challenge his identity, his loyalties, and the very nature of his existence as a hero.

As the days went on and weeks came and go, Hawks found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions. (Y/N) had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a flickering flame that grew brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't ignore the growing obsession that consumed his mind, consuming him within its fiery grip.

Everything about (Y/N) became magnified in Hawks' eyes. Her every action, every word, and every smile held an unparalleled significance. He analyzed her every move, searching for hidden meanings and deciphering her thoughts. In his mind, she was no longer just a person; she was his mate, his one true connection in this chaotic world.

Hawks began to subtly alter his daily routine to ensure their paths crossed more often. He started tracking her movements, gathering information about her schedule, and arranging coincidental encounters. It was an orchestrated dance of obsession, with Hawks pulling the strings, and (Y/N) unknowingly dancing to his tune.

He meticulously collected mementos from their brief encounters: a fallen strand of hair, a discarded coffee cup, even a forgotten pencil. These mundane treasures held an inexplicable power over him, making his heart race with anticipation. They became his precious possessions, his connection to (Y/N), and his reassurance that their fates were intertwined.

In his quest to be closer to her, Hawks routes as (Y/N) and even went to the same places she would visit frequently. He seamlessly integrated himself into her world, earning her trust and admiration. But this was only the beginning. His obsession demanded more; it demanded absolute possession.

Hawks began to indulge in his darker desires, feeding the flames of his twisted infatuation. His urge to protect her turned into an insatiable need to control her every move. He meticulously hacked into her social media accounts, devoured the digital remnants of her life, and analyzed every interaction she had. Every notification, every message became evidence of her existence.

Late at night, in the cold depths of his secret room, Hawks poured over pictures and videos of (Y/N), his eyes shining with anticipation and possessiveness. It was a dangerous game he played, fueling his obsession with every glimpse of her smile, every hint of vulnerability she unknowingly revealed.

His obsession grew as he yearned for their worlds to merge entirely. He envisioned a future where (Y/N) belonged solely to him, where he could protect her from all harm and cherish her without judgment. In his delusional fantasies, he was the savior, the one who would provide the love and security she lacked.

However, deep down, Hawks sensed the fragile line he was treading. He understood the danger that lurked within his obsession, threatening to consume him completely. Yet, he couldn't resist the gravitational pull he felt towards (Y/N). His heart and mind were irreversibly entangled with hers, and he was unwilling to let go.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Hawks's love had transformed into something far more sinister. His obsession had become his reason for existence, fueling his every action and decision. It was a dark path he walked, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess what he believed was rightfully his.

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coleszzzworld · 2 months

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Baby daddy Keigo Takami (hawks) x fem reader (she/her pronouns.)

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Author’s note ✰~(hey guys!:) , I really don’t have much to say , but I think I’m going to make a baby daddy series ! , so lmk some characters you would like to see! Enjoy!) ✰~

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TRIGGER WARNING,~ ✰ cussing , suggestive content, reader is a mom , and hawks is a dad , hawks is a douche in this Ngl , definitely Yandere story:)~ ✰ POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. -✰Enjoy the fall.✰-🐇♦️🖤

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-✰”I love you so….But why I love you, I'll never know.✰-

✰-Baby daddy! Hawks who loves you and his and yours son very much , like he would lay down his life for you both , he would blow up the sun if you or his child asked.

✰-baby daddy! Hawks who doesn’t think the break up between you and him was mutual, I mean yes you wanted to break up , but he didn’t , you say he’s to “clingy” , yeah whatever he thinks , but trust me when I say this , even tho you two aren’t together, you can never truly get rid of him. He’s your baby daddy , the father of your son, your first love , I mean for god sake ! You two are child hood best friends ! No matter how many people you try to get to replace those roles , you can never get rid of him , he’s like a stain that’s permanently stained in your life!.

✰-Baby daddy! Hawks who spoils the hell out of yours and his child and spoils you too!, that kid gets what ever he wants , new iPad ? He has it , new Nikes and Jordans? He has every pair , even the expensive ones , oh your kid wants the newest iPhone? , it doesn’t matter that he is five years old , he’s getting that new iPhone 14! , not gonna lie , hawks lowkey stalks you while your out shopping, you see a purse you like , but you can’t afford it? , don’t worry hawks got you , you’ll be walking around the city with the newest parda bag , oh you want those new Jordans?! , don’t worry hawks will get you every pair and the new ones on top of it oh you like that 500$ necklace don’t worry he got you it but… he wants you to get it engraved with your and his initial’s!!, he wants you to show off , let the world know who you belong to…

✰-baby daddy! Hawks who definitely has your and y’all’s kid name tattooed on his neck , on the left side of his neck , right above his collarbone he has your name tattooed with a heart , and on the right side he has y/c/n (your child’s name) tattooed with a dove! , you think it’s pretty…dramatic? , but then you remember when you two were a thing you had got his name tattooed on the side of your middle finger , and when your son was born you got his name tattooed on your shoulder….with a dove , well now you both have matching tattoos.!

✰-baby daddy hawks! Who basically lives at your house , like no lie , this dude lives at your house , when you both broke up , he some how convinced you that living in the same house would be beneficial for y/c/n , obviously it doesn’t work y/c/n knows you two aren’t together but he questions it …. “Mommy?, if you and daddy aren’t together….then why do you guys live together?..” he asks you , looking up at you as you get him ready for bed , you inhale looking down at your kid … questioning what to say , your child looks like you , I mean he has some of hawks features like he inherited hawks quirk ! , and he has the same eyes as his dad , but mostly your child is a spinning image of you , as you breathe out feeling the awkwardness of the question, “i don’t-“ hawks cuts you off , “because even tho we aren’t together, I still love you and your mother very much kid.” Hawks says as he enters the room , “well… mommy do you love daddy?” He says as he looks back up to you smiling, ouch you don’t know what to say , you don’t want to crush your own child’s spirt ! , you do still love hawks , but your annoyed of his presences he’s so… overprotective. Hawks then looks up at you , curiosity in his eyes , he genuinely wanted to know your answer, you breathe out “i do…now let’s get you to bed hun.” You say as you pick y/c/n up , looking at hawks as you walk out of the room.

[✰-nsfw below! ✰-]

✰-baby daddy! Hawks who doesn’t let you go out on tinder dates , you could get hurt! That’s his excuse, I mean it’s valid but still , you can’t even go out with your girls unless hawks with you , I mean yes it’s to much the overprotectiveness… but when you two do go out , he knows how to have fun , so here you both are drunk as hell, and y/c/n is with your family for the weekend and you two are having a heated make out session in the back of the taxi , and your on top of him grinding your cunt into his hard on , you two only stop when the taxi driver stops at your house , of course you tip the driver greatly cause he was force to endure that .

✰-baby daddy! Hawks who fucks you so hard after that, actually you guys didn’t make it to the bedroom or any room at that… you guys just start going at it in the kitchen… so here you both are on the kitchen island him on top of you , thrusting in and out of you , clothes thrown on the table and the bar stools near the kitchen island , you can’t help but moan out , well actually whine out , yeah hawks was annoying but damn … his dick definitely wasn’t . As he keeps thrusting in and out of your tight pussy , he grabs you by the neck lightly choking you , “f-fuck I missed this pussy… h-how would you feel if I got you pregnant again …hmm? Fuck I bet you would like that.” He says as kisses you , he then lets go of your neck , letting you respond, “yes p-please… f-fuck I’m about to cum.. fuck hawks please harder !!” You say as your toes curl from the pleasure, your thighs shaking your on the brink of your high , “yeah , you want my cum?…..you want my babies ma?…god your such a good girl for me baby..” he says , and almost immediately you cum , and he wasn’t far behind, his thrust get sloppy , he groans as he puts his face into the crook of your neck , breathing in your scent , “I love you so much y/n… I’ll never let you go. Your mines …” he mumbles in your neck.

✰-baby daddy! Hawks who buys you a pregnancy test , let’s just say he won’t be moving out anytime soon, and let’s say you and him had some celebration sex later that night.

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A/n - Ik this was mad short but no kidding writers block hit me while I was writing this 😭 but let me know who else you want to see as a baby daddy!

Love y’all !🫶🏼

#Spotify #yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere hawks x reader #baby daddy #yandere mha

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imagineanime2022 · 5 months

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Heroes W/ An S/O W/ A Talking Cat

Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) X Reader, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) X Reader, Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hi 👋, I read your story about the Lov with s/o who has a talking cat while I was reading it. I was thinking how funny it would be if it was the pro heroes instead of the villain like Mr. Aizawa, or hawks, or any other pro hero with S/O’s talking cat I think that would be hilarious?😂 AND Hello I really love your work it’s amazing😁 I love your post about the LOV with a witch S/O who has a pet talking cat I wanted to ask if there was one for the pro heroes like Aizawa, Mirko, Fat gum or even Hawks I think that would’ve been hilarious to know what their reactions would be like to S/O’s talking cat?😂

Keigo Takami/ Hawks

🪶 Keigo found out because he was teasing him, you had warned him not to but he didn’t listen, lucky for you instead of lashing out. Your cat decided to tell him off themselves. 🪶 It only took a little while before they both started to tease each other, Keigo scaring your cat half to death and your cat taking every opportunity to jump on Keigo or swipe at his feet. 🪶 You could come home to a disaster zone if Keigo got home before you, which was not often but when it did happen you honestly dreaded it. 🪶 You literally could not trust them to do anything, they were proud creatures and often tried to show you how much better they were then the other and that lead to even more problems.

You had been in the shower, you had only left them for 15 minutes and as you walked out of the bathroom when you heard a crash, you ran into the living room with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body “woah hello there beautiful.” Keigo smirked as he looked away from (Y/C/N) across the room. “Gross, that is my parent.!” (Y/C/N) continued. “Well they’re my partner so cover your ears if you don’t wanna hear it!” Keigo ordered. “What the hell is going on?” You asked, arms crossed as you looked between the two of you. “Nothing that you need to worry your pretty little head about, I’m just proving that he couldn’t catch me if he tried.” Keigo smirked as he looked back at the cat. “He has caught you before… Many times.” You reminded him. “Told you!” (Y/C/N) cheered. “Ah yes but that is swiftly followed by my own attack.” Keigo said. “Almost as if I were expecting it.” “Can you both just behave yourself for 10 minutes while I get changed?” You asked. “Ask him, he’s the one that starts it.” (Y/C/N) turned his back to Keigo and you narrowed your eyes as you saw the feathers moving towards the unknowing feline. “Stop.” “Fine fine, I’ll just come with you.” He wriggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You're gross.” (Y/C/N) muttered as he disappeared into the kitchen. You turned away to walk back into the bedroom and get changed as Keigo followed. “You can’t expect me to behave myself without a reward.” Keigo followed you into the room catching you before you would walk towards the draws that housed all of you pajamas. “Will you ever learn to behave yourself?” You asked. “You don’t want that.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw slowly coaxing you into something other than getting dressed.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/ Fatgum

🍡 Fatgum didn’t realise that there was anything different about your cat in fact it probably could have stayed that way for a very long time. 🍡 They got along well whenever he was eating something he shared with you little companion and scolded you when you told the little one that they had enough. You at one point were sure that the little guy was putting on weight. 🍡 They loved cuddling up together and you would often find them in bed or on the sofa, he found out about him talking when he walked in on the two of you arguing about stealing your boyfriend. 🍡 From there he treated him more like a child then a pet, scolding him and playing with him and still feeding him more than he needed.

You sighed as you walked into the house, smiling as you heard Taishiro talking in the other room, you knew that he was talking to (Y/C/N), you walked into the room raising an eyebrow as you watched the two “if I give you an extra dinner you can’t tell mum, she’s going to kill me!” Taishiro muttered, hunched over the cat that was looking at him with pleading eyes. “I never tell her.” (Y/C/N) answered and you narrowed your eyes, they both got up, it took longer for your cat to notice you than your boyfriend (who stopped dead in his tracks) because of the sofa obscuring the little one’s vision. “Extra dinners?” You asked. “Really?” “He said he was starving.” Taishiro said. “He always says that he’s starving, I took him for a check up, he’s almost overweight!” You complained. “Alright… I’ll stop.” Taishiro said. “You promised me that before and look what happened…” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from them. (Y/C/N) was the first to come over rubbing against your ankle, you glanced down at him and he looked up at you. “I know that this diet is hard but once we get you back to a healthy weight, you can have your treats back as a reward.” You reached down, tickling his chin. “This is stupid.” (Y/C/N) grumbled and you nodded. “Uh huh, so no extra dinner for you and you.” You pointed at Taishiro across the room who was looking as guilty as ever. “No sweets for the rest of the night.” “Yes ma’am.” He nodded as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m leaving you alone for 20 minutes while I shower and get changed but if you do anything I’ll be able to smell the guilt on you.” You warned them. “Humans can’t smell guilt.” (Y/C/N) said. “Test me.” You goaded him before disappearing into the bedroom and further into the bathroom.

Shota Aizawa/ Eraserhead

🐛 You didn’t even tell this man that your cat could talk, he just started talking to them one day and of course your feline friend spoke back, he literally did not bat an eyelid. 🐛 Laziest creatures in your life, they will collectively convince you to do nothing… Unless it’s food time, if it’s food time then the cat is no ally to anyone. 🐛 Most would think that Aizawa was the one who owned the cat because it was constantly trailing after him and complimenting him on everything that he did with the odd sassy comment when they didn’t agree on something, honestly some would say that he stole your cat. 🐛 You're sure that they miss each other more than they ever miss you and sometimes you're dramatic about it but rest assured you are the most important person in either one of their lives.

You walked through the front door kicking off your shoes, you dropped your bag to the floor before walking into the living room “you took your time.” Aizawa said as he looked up at you from his reclined position on the sofa. “Hello to you too.” You smiled as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he smiled quickly catching your lips in a soft kiss. “Hey hey! What about me!?” You giggled at the voice before turning to the black cat it belonged to curled up on Aizawa’s chest cradling his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Have you both been here the whole day?” You asked. “No.” Aizawa answered. “I had classes to teach today.” “So you’ve been like this since 3pm?” You asked. “I guess.” Aizawa answered. “Did you at least feed him?” You asked. “You know those biscuits are a complete diet right, there are some cats that would settle for just them.” Aizawa mumbled. “Yeah well I’m not one of them.” (Y/C/N) said as he stood his front legs stretched out in front of him as he stretched and you rolled your eyes walking into the kitchen and putting the meat down for him before walking back into the living room, Aizawa reached out a hand pulling you to lay with him when you were close enough. “Are you sure this is a good idea Shota?” You asked as you glance towards the entrance the loud feline would appear in when he was finished. “Mmm it’s fine.” He answered half heartedly as he continued to wrap you tighter in his arms, not 5 minutes later did you hear what you expected. “You two just cast me out after 5 minutes, you know I was coming back right?” He asked as hopped up on the sofa walking over your intertwined legs before finally settling on your back, you hummed as you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, you knew that you should all move, the bed was definitely more comfortable but staying here with the two most important beings in your life for some reason was more appealing so you didn’t move for now this would be fine.

Yamada Hizashi/ Present Mic

🎤 Again another who wasn’t affected by your cat talking, he however is not as happy about it as others. They literally argue all the time because let’s be honest Hizashi is like a big cat himself. 🎤 You were constantly breaking them up, they never tried to hurt each other but they would always complain about something that the other was doing. 🎤 You tried to split your time between them equally but they always had something to say about that too. 🎤 As they lived together more they learned to deal with each other better, they learned what set the other off and tried to avoid it when you were around.

Hizashi had been at work all day, you were in the kitchen cutting up meat, you put a small pile aside for (Y/C/N) as you started cooking up the meat for dinner, once it was all cooked you put his portion aside and continued cooking for you and Hizashi. “Smells good.” Hizashi said, his voice softer than most people get to hear it. “Thank you.” You smiled leaning back into him as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Long day? How are the kids?” “Fine, they’re fine.” He answered. “But…” You prompted him to continue as he lifted his head. “They didn’t come to UA to do english lessons, they get bored so easily, stop paying attention.” He explained and you chuckled. “You know, even for people who aren’t looking to become heroes, English lessons were boring, it’s just about making it interesting.” You said. “Don’t give him ideas he’s interesting enough.” Your bubble was shattered as the black cat jumped up on the counter top. “Do you mind? We are having a private conversation.” Hizashi scolded him. “Well then don’t have it in the middle of the kitchen.” (Y/C/N) muttered. “Would it have mattered if we were in the bedroom?” Hizashi asked. “I guess not.” He turned away and walked over to the plate where you had left the meat that you saved for him. “This for me?” “Yeah.” You answered, lifting the plate away from him “If I give you this will you leave us alone for a little while, you know it’s not your turn so don’t be a bother.” “Fine, fine.” He lifted his paw as if to pull your hand down to him. “Good.” You nodded, you put the plate back down before going back to your own dinner and finishing up what you needed to. “I’ve decided what movie to watch tonight.” He mumbled and you smiled. “Good, then let’s finish this food so we can watch a movie and you can relax yeah?” You suggested and you felt him nod rather then heard him but you both made small noises as (Y/C/N) made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.

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raitonsfw · 3 months

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ꨄ 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉 '𝟸𝟺 ꨄ

navigation: rules. m.list. upcoming works. taglist form.

sweeter than chocolate hearts | edogawa r.

bungou stray dogs | aphrodisiac chocolates

250 000 yen lace | gojo s.

jujutsu kaisen | expensive lingerie

you're down (and you're pleading) | kamo c.

jujutsu kaisen | menstrual sex

a teddy bear stuffed with pink fluff | okkotsu y.

jujutsu kaisen | gift giving & body worship

adorned ribbons for her valentine | dazai o.

bungou stray dogs | bondage with bandages

yūta's and dazai's are on hold. (haven't had much motivation to write them but i promise when i'm less busy i'll put them out)

ꨄ 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓈 ꨄ

bungou stray dogs

ꨄ | dazai osamu

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ꨄ | sigma

ꨄ | dostoevsky fyodor & gogol nikolai

my hero academia

ꨄ | chisaki kai (overhaul)

ꨄ | amajiki tamaki (suneater)

ꨄ | aizawa shōta (eraserhead)

ꨄ | takami keigo (hawks)

attack on titan

ꨄ | ackerman levi

ꨄ | jaeger eren

jujutsu kaisen

ꨄ | gojo satoru

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demon slayer

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danganronpa

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#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #v-day event '24 masterlist #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

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cafedanslanuit · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ KINKTOBER - THE SEX PARTY ´ˎ˗

DISCLAIMER: This game is strictly +18, so please stop here if you are younger than that. This game explores sexuality and kinks and has content not suitable for minors.

☄ WHAT’S INTERACTIVE FANFICTION?

Very similar to your casual visual novel, interactive fanfiction lets you make choices that will change the course of the game. However, interactive fanfiction uses characters from other media, just like fanfiction does.

Aside from that, you can customize the game even further! You can add your own name/nickname, so the characters’ interaction feels even more personal. No pronouns are used throughout the story either <3

☄ WHAT'S DIFFERENT FROM THIS ONE AND YOUR PREVIOUS GAME?

Option for the reader to be AMAB or AFAB, which changes the fic you're reading.

Uncomfortable with a certain petname? Be sure to click only the ones you're comfortable with so you can enjoy your experience!

☄ TELL ME MORE!

7 available endings: Porco Galliard (Shingeki no Kyojin), Itoshi Sae (Blue Lock), Hawks/Takami Keigo (Boku no hero Academia), Hayawaka Aki (Chainsaw Man), Annie Leonhart (Shingeki no Kyojin), Baji & Kazutora (Tokyo Revengers) + 1 Bad Ending

The reader is gender-neutral (no pronouns are used throughout the story) and racially ambiguous (no “raking their fingers across your hair” or “pink blushes”).

Option to add your name/nickname so the characters can talk with you!

♡ WHERE CAN I PLAY IT?

You can play for free on itch.io but of course, my ko-fi is always open if you’re feeling generous. However, it’s important to let you all know the game will always remain free <3

I hope you enjoy playing it! Let me know what character you chose <3 Feel free to reblog so more people can know about this! c:

#chainsaw man x reader #bnha x reader #snk x reader #csm x reader #blue lock x reader #aki x reader #hawks x reader #porco x reader #kazutora x reader #baji x reader #bajitora #tokyo revengers x reader

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kindersurprisebacterium · 6 months

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Bring Your Own Bunny (Keigo Takami / Reader)

Explicit Content MDNI

CW: Rough oral sex, alcohol and marijuana use, slight breeding kink, costume parties, wardrobe malfunction

W/C: 2.2k

A fire lit up in my throat, spreading to my chest, and wrapping around my ribs tightly. My body heaved as I coughed. I set the bong down on the coffee table and reached for my cup, half full of some mixed drink, the name slipping my mind.

“Jesus Christ that kicked me,” I spoke through coughs. “I’m about to get fucked, aren’t I?” I laughed, setting my cup down on the table. A head of blonde hair caught my eye from the corner of the room. My eyes trailed down his body, noticing a rather familiar costume adorning his slim figure. He wore a skimpy bodysuit and bunny ears.

“Hey, Blondie!” I called out. Golden eyes locked onto me. “Nice costume. Very original,” I laughed, gesturing to my own bodysuit. He smirked, moving toward the couch I was seated on. He sat down next to me, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

“D’ya lose a bet or something?” I asked, feeling a haze of sorts wash over my limbs.

“I did, actually. If I had a say in my costume I would’ve gone as pyramid head,” he clicked his tongue and leaned forward to grab the bong.

“Somehow I think that would’ve ended up being even more slutty.” I mumbled as I opened my phone. “Would you be down to take a picture, since we’re matching and all,” I asked, holding up my phone. He nodded as he blew a large puff of smoke from his lips. “Rumi,” I called out, grabbing my friend's attention. I tossed her my phone and gestured to the blonde as I stood up. The man followed me to a spot in front of scattered decorations. I stood at his side, leaning into him and arching my back. I stayed still, chest pressed against him as I waited to hear a soft click.

“Got it,” Rumi said, handing my phone back to me. I scrolled through the pictures, smiling as I found the perfect shot.

“Hey, send that to me.” He said, speaking close to my ear.

“Here.” I handed him my phone. His thumbs quickly worked away, typing in his number. He handed the phone back to me. I looked over the screen at the text he’d entered. The contact name read “Keigo” with an emoticon heart.

“And sent. Thanks, Keigo.” I smiled, waving at him as I walked back into the main house.

My skin was slick with sweat. My body warmed from the alcohol running through my blood. I swayed, my arms swirling around my body as I danced to the music booming through the room. The low bass lines drove my hips in circles, my feet stepped from side to side to keep my body balanced. The breathy vocals came in, the harsh guitar dimming as the verse commenced. I threw my head back, eyes closed as I basked in the sensation of vertigo that the weed had summoned. My fingers tingled slightly. A buzz from my hand drew my attention away from the music. The bright screen made my eyes squint, my face scrunched as I read the notification on my Lock Screen.

“Wardrobe malfunction. Figured you could help. I’m in the upstairs bathroom.” Then my eyes flicked to the sender. It was Keigo. I felt my cheeks heat up, even more than they already were. Tucking my phone away into the top of my bodysuit, I stepped away from the swarm of swaying bodies and approached the staircase. Knowing this house too well, I quickly turned down the hallway and approached the bathroom at the end of the corridor. The door was shut, light shining through the crack at the bottom of the door. I knocked on the door. The doorknob twisted. Aureate eyes peered out at me from behind the door. Keigo signed, opening the door to let me in. He pushed the door closed as I stepped inside. The pounding music grew muffled from behind the door.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do.” His cheeks were a bright shade of crimson.

“You’re fine. What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning back against the sink. My eyes were drawn to his hands, placed over his crotch. “Shit.”

“I said I was sorry!” He blurted out, “Look, I can’t walk around like this.”

“Hang on, I know Rumi has some shit in here,” I crouched down in front of the sink and pulled the cupboard open. I was met with a mess of cosmetics and hair products. “Can you like…tuck or something?” I asked, trying to not look behind me. The squeak of spandex filled my ears as he fiddled with the bodysuit.

“God this is uncomfortable,” he whined. Digging through the mess of products, I found a pack of double-sided fashion tape.

“Got it!” I exclaimed, turning around to face Keigo. His hands were stuffed inside his bodysuit, adjusting his cock. A fluttering feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach as I watched him quickly remove his hands. I squeezed my thighs together as I broke open the packaging for the tape.

“Hey, I can get it from here. It’s okay,” he spoke, reaching out to grab the tape from my hands. I pulled my hands back, staring up at him through my lashes.

“I…uh,” I started, wetness pooling between my legs. “Can I…”

“Oh yeah, thank you. You really don’t have to-”

“No, I mean…can I suck you off?” I cut him off, dropping the tape.

“Oh uh…” He stood still, eyes flicking madly. His hands stretched over his head fingers fiddling with the zipper to his body suit. I gently hit his elbow as my other hand pushed the thin fabric covering his cock to the side. The head of his cock was flushed a dusty rose. A thin thread of precum drooped from the tip. I leaned in, running my tongue over the bottom of his shaft. I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock and brought my lips around the circumference. I took more of his cock into my mouth, tongue flattening against the bottom of his shaft.

“Oh shit-“ he grunted, hands grasping at my hair. I lowered myself further onto his length. The familiar tight, strained feeling arose in my throat as short stubble began to prick the tip of my nose. I pulled back and started a steady rhythm, moving back and forth. His golden eyes stared down at me as I worked. Plump lips parted with soft breathy noises escaping them. Every shudder that crossed his sticky skin sent a pulse to my core. I slipped my fingers into my bodysuit and dragged my fingers up my core. Once my fingers were slicked up, I began circling them around my clit.

“Fuck, you like this?” He moaned, “Lemme fuck your throat then, huh? Keep rubbing your clit if you want me to fuck your face,” his eyes were glued between my legs. My fingers kept circling around my clit, easing the knotted pressure that had been building in my stomach all night. His hands grabbed onto both sides of my head, nails digging into the skin behind my ears. His hips began pushing the head of his cock further into my mouth, thrusting in and out at a rough pace. Warmth flooded down my cheeks as thick, black tears began to run down my face, smearing my eyeliner and mascara. I circled my fingers faster around my clit. I choked out a moan around his cock. His thighs began to tremble, one hand grasping my jaw and holding my mouth open as he pushed even deeper into my throat. My hands pushed at his thighs as I began to gag around his length. He pulled back, groaning as he looked at my face. Strands of saliva hung from my chin. My previously pristine red lipstick now amounted to faint crimson smears over my cheeks. He stepped forward again. I opened my mouth, looking up at him through my damp eyelashes.

“Fuck, no, no it’s your turn,” he spoke as he grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. His hands slid down to my waist, spinning me around so I faced the sink. My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of my disheveled face in the mirror. He gripped my thigh, pulling my leg so it straddled the corner of the sink. I pushed into my heel with the other one. His eyes met mine in the mirror, pupils flicking to the bunny ears pinned to the top of my head.

“You do look cute as a bunny,” he smirked, grabbing onto one of my fabric ears. “But I want to know,” His fingers swiftly parted my lips and dipped inside my mouth. “Do you wanna get bred like a bunny?” He asked, fingertips pushing down on the back of my tongue. Drool began to run down my lips. I meekly nodded, sighing with relief when he withdrew his fingers. His other hand forced the fabric covering my core to the side. Wet fingers went straight to my core, swiping up and down my cunt before brushing against my clit. My hips jerked at the sudden stimulation.

“Keigo!” I whimpered as he quickly began to circle his fingers around my clit. My toes curled, teeth clenched as I attempted to bite back moans. His palm smacked my cunt, drawing a startled moan from my lungs. Then just as suddenly, his fingers were back to drawing tight circles over my clit. My lips parted, eyes straining against my tendons as the pleasure began to pool in my stomach. A myriad of noises streamed from my saliva-coated lips. Pants and moans, incoherent babbles, and long, drawn-out whimpers. My heated cheek pressed against the sink. My fingers spread out, grasping at anything they could grab. A flood of static engulfed my body. Starting in my stomach, and slowly washing over every inch of my sweaty skin. My knee gave out, body tilted as I began to slide off the countertop, however, a firm grasp on my hip stopped me from sliding. My unfocused eyes looked in the mirror, watching as his eyes flicked over my fucked out body.

“You think you can do one more?” He asked, fingers soothing over my tense muscles. I nodded silently, not bothering to lift my head from the sink. His hands quickly went to work, turning my body over so my lower back rested on the sink. He held on firmly to the backs of my thighs, gaze dropping as he lined his cock up with me. He slowly pushed forward, a soft moan slipping from his lips as he pushed more of his length inside me. My vision went blurry, eyes going unfocused as pleasure washed over me. My breath hitched as the tip of his cock tapped lightly on my cervix. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as his cock sunk in and out of me. He started off slowly, letting me adjust to his size. His eyes scrunched shut, lips parted as his breath grew labored.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he huffed, eyes meeting mine.

“Please just fuck me,” I whimpered. His hips stagnated. Suddenly, he gripped onto the front of my bodysuit and began roughly pulling it down. The seams began to pop as he forced the spandex down my chest. A waft of cold air sparked chills over my exposed skin. My nipples began to perk up, drawing his attention. He leaned forward, lips roughly locking onto one of my nipples. My body jolted against the countertop as his hips drew forward. His fast, rough thrusts sent my body careening toward bliss. My toes curled, my voice growing untamed as I unashamedly let my voice out. My fingers gripped his blonde locks, squeezing tightly as his teeth sunk down into my skin. His tongue soothed over the bite marks before moving to my other nipple.

“Keigo, harder!” I cried out. He pulled back from my marred skin, sparking a new fervor into his thrusts. His hips snapped roughly against mine. The sound of wet slapping echoed around the cramped room.

“Oh f-uck,” he moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I gripped hard onto the countertop. My ankles began to flex, tendons being pulled tight as a freezing wave of haze flooded my senses. My breath hitched, catching in my throat. My face contorted, jaw going slack in a silent scream.

As my consciousness slowly reassembled itself, the feeling of clinging, sweaty heat stuck out in my mind. My eyes focused on the cluster of towels curled beside my body. The feeling of rough shag wiping at my spent cunt drew my focus. I watched as Keigo pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.

“I ruined your costume, I’m so sorry.” He frowned as his fingers toyed with the tattered fabric. I looked down at the strips of torn spandex that adorned my bare chest.

“Make it up to me?” I asked, sitting up. I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed, lips moving back against mine. “Take me home.”

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #read on ao3 #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks smut #hawks x reader

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emmaelix · 2 years

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Someone Call Keigo; Hawks x Reader

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE.

Full Title: Someone Call Keigo: Hawks X Pregnant Wife! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Ships in This One-Shot: Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash

Your Quirk: You're basically Mic but with quieter powers. Your quirk is called Megaphone, it allows you to yell at amplified levels. The only problem? You can lose your voice very quickly.

It wasn't that Y/n resented her husband for being a Pro Hero. She always wanted to be one but had found her quirk more useful in the Disaster Squad, a set of five or six individuals with quirks that could help in a large-scale emergency. She had created it with the help of her husband, Keigo Takami. Aka, Pro Hero Hawks.

She also didn't resent his trainee, Fumikage Tokoyami, for asking Keigo to help him train. That was kind of his job, after all. And she was glad she was currently in the main dorms of UA. Because she really needed their help.

Y/n was eight and a half months pregnant. That, in itself, was her problem. Because her water had broken early. This was her first baby, so she had no clue what to expect. Fortunately, Momo Yaoyorozu had gotten a hold of Todoroki's older sister, Fuyumi, who thankfully was off of work today.

"Just breath," Fuyumi said as Y/n sat distressed in a chair. She hadn't gotten any contractions yet, but what really worried her was that Keigo wasn't picking up his phone. At all. And Y/n knew that Keigo wouldn't break his word to her and go on patrol, would he?

"Momo, can you call Tokoyami for me? Kei isn't picking up his phone," Momo looked confused for a second before registering that Kei meant Pro Hero Hawks.

"Okay, he should have his phone on," Momo said, clicking a button on her phone as it began to ring. Soon after, a voicemail message played. Hello, you've reached Fumikage Tokoyami. Please note that as I have not picked up the phone I'm probably on patrol. Please leave your name and number and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. Click!

"Tokoyami, this is Momo. Call me back when you can," Momo said before hanging up.

Fuyumi's phone began to buzz. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, but this is my principal. He's probably calling about one of my students, I should-" Fuyumi started before Y/n cut her off.

"I get it, it's work. Go talk to him, and if you can come back, please do, if you can't I understand."

Fuyumi smiled slightly before picking up her phone and quickly walking out of the room.

The reason Y/n was even here was because of her work. She was here talking to the students about her program, which Momo and Ochaco had already been helping her with. However, she still didn't know everyone in Class 1-A.

A small boy with purple balls on his head walked in and immediately stopped when he saw Y/n and some of the girls from 1-A. Is this a teacher's child? She wondered as he walked towards them.

Momo made a gagging sound at the sight of the boy. "Mineta, get out. We have better things to do them be harassed."

Harassed? "Momo? Who is this?" Y/n asked the teen next to her as Momo glared, slightly uncharacteristically at Mineta.

"A perv who unfortunately goes to UA."

"And who might you be, pretty lady?" Mineta asked, walking up to the chair Y/n sat in.

"Someone you don't want to mess with. My name is Soundclap, but you might also know me from my husband. Pro Hero Hawks," Y/n said, glaring daggers at Mineta. If the girls she worked with didn't like him, she didn't like him either. Mineta yelped and ran away. Momo laughed.

"Thank you, Sensei Sou-" Before Momo could finish her sentence her phone began to ring. "Oh! It's Tokoyami. Hello?"

Momo put Tokoyami on speakerphone. "Momo? What's wrong? I got your message. Sensei Hawks and I are on patrol."

"Well, he's not supposed to be," Y/n said, lowering her voice and clenching her fists.

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm in LABOR!" Y/n yelled through the phone, using her quirk at the end of her sentence.

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"Because I'm in LABOR!" Whoever was on the phone with Tokoyami, Hawks could hear them yelling through the phone so loudly that Tokoyami had to remove the phone from his ear and put it on speakerphone.

"AND BESIDES THAT, THE FLYING ASSHOLE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE HIS PHONE ON AT ALL TIMES! ESPECIALLY SINCE I'M IN LABOR AT THE UA DORMS WHILE HE'S ON FREAKING PATROL!" Suddenly, Hawks realized who was on the phone. His wife.

Tokoyami looked from his phone to Hawks with fear in his bird-like eyes. Hawks was frozen in place. "Did she say... labor?" He squeaked. "Y/n's gonna kill me," He muttered to himself as he walked in circles. He picked up one of the unconscious villains in the alleyway.

"I'm not gonna see my child because my wife's gonna kill me!" He shrieked to the man he held by the collar. Hawks' wings furled and unfurled with his heavy breathing.

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"Well, I thought you were dead already since you weren't picking up your phone! But now I guess I get to do the honors!" Y/n yelled as tears started to run down her cheeks. If Keigo was here right now he would stroke her cheek and kiss away her tears. But he wasn't here, he was on patrol, which he promised he wouldn't do until the baby was born. He had made that promise almost a month ago. Did he really just forget that quickly?

Momo seemed to notice her distress. "Do you need me to talk to him?" Y/n sighed and nodded, knowing that overstressing would be bad for the baby.

"Listen, Pro Hero Hawks. Your wife is a crying mess, and she might have a child - your child - at any point. So I don't give a damn if you're on patrol or if you have villains to fight. Give me your coordinates, I'll gladly fill in, but you need to be here with your wife," Momo paused before she picked back up the phone. "And furthermore she told me you broke a promise you made to her? Wasn't that promise you wouldn't go on patrol in the first place?"

Hawks was stuttering on the other end of the phone. How was it, Y/n wondered, that a sixteen-year-old girl commanded so much authority? "I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries, but I felt it needed to be said," Momo said, smiling softly and picking the phone back up as Tokoyami picked up the phone.

"I think your little chat worked, Momo, Sensei Hawks is having a nervous meltdown, I think. Or breakdown? Anyway, I think he's going to get us back to UA."

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I really enjoyed writing this. It won't be a regular theme, but it's still fun.

#hawks x reader #mha #my hero acedamia #mineta's a perv #pregnant reader #hawks x pregnant reader #mentions of labor

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nakunakunomi · 6 months

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This is a masterlist for my AB(C)-Day event which ran from nov 1st-10th 2023. All readers are GN. Some of these works are NSFW. Warnings are tagged.

Bleach

Zaraki

Fluff Alphabet - J

Demon Slayer

Suma Uzui

Fluff Alphabet - B

Hero Academia

Keigo Takami

Fluff alphabet - R

Jujutsu kaisen

Choso

Fluff Alphabet - P Fluff Alphabet - X

Fushiguro Toji

Fluff Alphabet - V

Geto Suguru

Fluff Alphabet - O

Gojo Satoru

General Alphabet - L General Alphabet - M

Fluff alphabet - H

Smut alphabet - J

Inumaki Toge

Fluff Alphabet - P

Nanami Kento

Fluff Alphabet - L Fluff Alphabet - R

Smut Alphabet - E Smut Alphabet - F Smut alphabet - H Smut alphabet - S Smut alphabet - T

Okkotsu Yuta

Fluff alphabet - K

Sukuna

Smut Alphabet - F Smut Alphabet - W

Naruto

Might Guy

Fluff Alphabet - R

Obito Uchiha

Smut Alphabet - K

One Piece

Hina

Smut Alphabet - N

Kid

Smut Alphabet - E

Law

Fluff Alphabet - E Smut alphabet - Z

Robin

Smut Alphabet - N Smut Alphabet - P

Twisted Wonderland

Epel Felmier

Fluff Alphabet - D

Idia Shroud

Fluff Alphabet - F Fluff alphabet - K Fluff alphabet - N Fluff alphabet - V

Leona Kingscholar

Fluff alphabet - M Fluff alphabet - U

Vil Schoenheit

Fluff alphabet - V Fluff alphabet - W

#Masterlist #navigation #my own writing #event writing #my writing #jjk #naruto #bleach #hero academia #one piece #twst #demon slayer

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claralouvette · 11 months

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💖𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊🌺

Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

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Synopsis💞

Having less and less time for yourself you’ve come across your 10 year journal, what happens if a certain bird read it without your permission.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

Tag list: @mysideeffectsofyou

Masterlist

🌺Having less and less time for yourself you’ve come across your 10 year journal, you made a rule for yourself to never write something negative on the journal, despite your known rule your last entry was about how you felt so sad about being so lonely in life. You wanted to change that.

🌺You Brought the journal along with you to kind of update it and maybe add some new stuff too. Thankfully, Hawks is on patrol so you don't need to care for any paper works... For awhile at-least.

🌺When Hawks returned you are now bounded to a mountain of paper work that needed to be done. Hawks being a caring person(or maybe because he is secretly interested in you), he insisted on letting you go home early and so you obliged. Packing your things you said good bye to your boss, leaving the table as is. For Hawks to continue the paper works for you,

🌺Hanks all alone in the room, He lazily walks towards your table to continue working on the remaining paper. until he noticed a notebook, a notebook adored with various vintage elements. Obviously, this notebook doesn't belong anywhere at his agency, so the straight forward answer would be that you accidentally left your notebook.

🌺With the notebook taking more of his attention span than this few unfinished paper works. He hastily opened the mysterious notebook on his hands.

🌺When he reads it for the first time reading about some of the things you appreciate in life.

“Who knew a quiet person like you, would be into so many stuff”

🌺He knows that he shouldn’t be reading this, these are your private thoughts. Much his self debate having your journal on his hands is almost like a Pandora's box. Well all of that said, how could a man like him who is interested on you, could control himself

"This is life now he whispered "this is life now" he said the second time much louder than before

"Fuck it" and reopens your journal.

He learned how you struggle about being quirkless, but you didn't let that bother you and move on.

He learns about your ex and how he demands you to come back to him and how you want to avoid him.

He learns about your failed attempts of dating, etc.

🌺He learns about what you thought of him. Well Not really, "Wait, that's it?"

He was honestly so disappointed, how could he, when there is only a mere 3 sentences, 3 SENTENCES dedicated for him! It wasn't even your admiration For him it's just how he is a much better boss than your previous one.

🌺Lastly, he learns about how you feel about yourself

‘June 02 20XX

It's been awhile since I wrote, I guess I'm sorry, I had no reason to write, nothing interesting has happened. I'm writing just to let out what I've been feeling. I feel lonely, why do I feel like I don't have friends most of the times, I mean I have Friends at least I think I do.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I tried dating but none of it seems to work, is there something wrong with me? is it my attitude perhaps, a karma? I don't know. I should stop writing, like goes on, I should just try and enjoy it while I still can.’

you were alway a quiet person so hawks just assumed that your just shy, but opening your journal led him to discover new things about you and for some reason he wanted be a part of your life, so that for a change you wont be alone anymore, you could stick images of you and him hanging out on your journal, let you meet the UA high students to let you befriend them. Just imagining about it made him giggle making his heart heart Flutter. Flipping on to a next page it reads.

“My Ideal partner”

🌺His forbidden reading session was disrupted when he suddenly hears footsteps just outside the office knowing who it was. He instinctively closed the book, put it where he found it and act like nothing happened.

🌺there was a knock and the door revealed you. Of course you have come back when you realized that your journal was not with you. When you entered, your heart dropped From the sight of him on your table, trying to act cool, you nervously explained that you forgot something on your table. he stood up from your seat to let you do your business. you noticed that he was almost done with the papers. You found your notebook and said thank you to Hawks.

🌺Before leaving the scene Hawks called you out "Do you have anything planned out tomorrow?"

"No, well maybe paper works, why?"

He explained that the there is an event at the UA High it's basically just another training for the students and he was invited to train the students on their agility. "It would be nice to have you there,"he said, you simply agreed it would be a nice change of pace For a day.

Meanwhile Keigo’s inside thoughts were filled with "I need to know her Ideal partner!!!"

🌺the next day, you were just seating in one of the bleachers watching the students use there quirk against Hawks. Some succeeded some didn't. You were just taking pictures of the moment. Until Keigo called you to come over, he introduced you to the students and left to grab some lunch take out for the whole class.

🌺The day ended, you were tired, but not complaining you were able to make friends to some students, giving mind one of your social media contacts. some new pictures to put on your journal.

🌺You were waiting for the bus for you to return or your residence until you heard keigo making a landing behind you then asked you a question

“are you available again same time next week?"

🌺You don’t know what happened to the guy, your boss, who is now weirdly your friend now, it wasn’t like this before. It was always him in you in the office, he gives you a job, you do your job, you done the job and give it to him in such a cold and intense interaction. Among to all of your boss you’ve come across, never in your life you were able to be friend one. You always want to keep it professional, but that seems to be out of the window now that your friends, WHO KEEPS PESTERING YOU TO COME WITH HIM EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO GO WITH HIM.

“C’monnnn, you should come with me, we could have a roof top site seeing together after it, oh and you could take pictures to you seem to like taking picture of a lot of things”

“Hawks-“ “It’s Keigo” Oh did I mention that he want to have a first name basis with you.

Saying his name more sternly “Hawks, You are going on a meeting, have you forgotten that your meeting is solely for you and the other heroes? Besides who would do the papers after your patrol”

He sighs defeated.

🌺Eventually, you would allow him to bring you into some-places, you had no choice he’s been annoying you about it, its better than being locked up in the office. And when its your day off sometimes you would be invited to a mall shopping with the girls, then Keigo would come flying in, trying to force himself into the group, the girls wont stop teasing you about it.

“You should give him a chance, I think he like you” Ochaco said

“What do you mean he likes me, I’m his assistant, do you know how messed up that is, not mention I’m kind of avoiding the love department for awhile” making up excuses to exit this type of conversation.

“Hmm I don’t know, he always wants to hang out with you, not to mention how he looks at you, and give us free KFC when were with you, but boss and assistant dynamic are quite popular these days, ” Mina said, causing the group to giggle and you couldn’t help but giggle too.

“Hello there girls, what have you been giggling about” and the infamous hawk has entered the scene with bouquet of flowers on his hands offering to you. “Here, you deserve some flowers for you birthday”

The whole group just basically said “Ooooooo”

“So mind if join you girls?”

🌺Before you even noticed you been frequently smiling more.

“Hey there, baby bird wat’cha smiling about” Keigo asked, You’ve been re-reading your old journals, and they were quite a lot. You can’t stop smiling about the memories you’ve created for years.

“Nothing its just my journal, I was looking back at my old memories and just looking how far I’ve come, I couldn’t help but feel happy about it” You said showing him your journal, it seemed his face brightened up when you showed him the now worned out notebook.

“You can read it, if you want, I don’t mind” you said,

“I can?” He said confusingly

“Of course why would a keep something from my newly wed husband” when you said that he was all happy about it, he was so cute, you just cant help but cuddle against him while reading your journals.

Time passed you fell asleep, he didn’t mind you both got used feeling each other heat. He continued reading and was able to see what have become of the journal he opened all those years ago. And this time he is not disappointed because he became part of your life, he loves you and you love him back, nothing is ever going to replace that. You’re his world, and he is your home.

💖 Bonus:

“Morning baby bird *chu*”

“Hi sweet keigo,”

“I have a question babe”

“Mmm, what is it” you said groggily

“Have I been your ideal partner this whole time?” He said SO seductively teasing you with that huge smirk on his face.

“Keigo, you tease me again, I will not let you cuddle me”

💖Bonus X2:

"i have a confession" said keigo

"what is it" you said, more focused on the document than him

"remember that one time you left your journal, on the office? on our old office?"

"yeah?, what about it"

"well, I was so into you, and i wanna know more about you, i know its bad, but I couldn't help myself, so a read it"

"oh your in a big trouble" you said

You punished him by edging him the whole night in bed ending up spilling his seed inside of you.

Masterlist

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #mha hawks #pro hero hawks #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks fanfiction #mha hawks x reader #keigo x you #keigo x y/n #keigo x reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

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kookie-doughs · 6 months

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Maybe Hero

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Chapter 2: Ms. Newbie

Patrol.

The number of times you've been mistaken as a newbie hero was a lot. Considering you have no plans of being a hero.

You're just walking around in your new suit to advertise.

After Izuku had finished classes, he rushed to the lab to test on your suit. When it worked with a resounding success, you only need market. Making the suit would be impossible for Mei with rhe number of micro properties that needs to be perfected and no tools needed so you are needed in making. You both are also lacking in materials with just the materials racking around 70 million yen, thanks to those other equipments you've sold you got the money.

Now, this extremely expensive suit needs to be sold. What better way to get the attention other than to showcase it.

You fly relatively high to see a bigger area, but low enough to catch people's attention. Scouring for trouble, no hero was deployed in the area to scout so it shouldn't be a hard time finding a villain.

Not that you were manifesting or glad, but you managed to find one after an explosion occurred. You were excited to show off your new robot... until you saw the number of people going down one after the other.

Ah right. You were still a 15 year old with no heroic experiences, you had completely forgotten.

It wasn't a huge threat but a threat nonetheless. Maybe would require a help of 2 heroes of low rank or 1 mid ranked hero.

You were scared.

But your fear was overpowered. When you saw a familiar face.

"Holy shit is that the vice of Honkai Industries?!" The smell of investment.

When the villain was running to attack the man, you swoop in and grabbed him.

"Who are you?!" The man was scared. You settle him down to an open area.

"Your next business partner."

You pull out your sword from your side and ignited it.

The villain was a transformation type. His limbs extended and stretched as if it was from a cartoon.

He uses no equipment you can mess with.

You charged forward, swinging your sword in a calculated arc. The man swiftly dodged and weaved, his body contorting and stretching to evade each precise strike. With a fierce grin on his face, he retaliated, launching himself into the air and delivering a barrage of rapid punches, his fists slamming into the robot's metallic exterior. You raise your arms to prevent the attack on your exposed head...

Undeterred, you countered with a sweep of a sword. The man, stretched his limbs, propelling himself out of harm's way just in time. As he landed, a spark of determination flickered in his eyes and a sickening smirk.

"You're pathetically weak for a hero."

You flinched. "ITS BECAUSE IM NOT A HERO I'VE NEVER RECEIVED ANY TRAINING I DONT WANT TO BE A HERO!" You scream in your mind.

He lunged forward, delivering a series of lightning-fast attacks, each blow connecting with precision. You try your best to keep up with his attacks. Upon successfully keeping up with it due to the material used for the robot, you endured the onslaught, your sword swining blindly trying to land a hit on him.

But in a climatic moment the man's fist grew larger, one could compare the size to a giant's. You can't escape that...

As the fist slowly descended. Hawks swiftly intervened, swooping in to save you from possibly dying. With his wings spread wide, Hawks shielded you from the man's attack, effectively redirecting the course of the battle.

"That was close. Help the civilians, I'll handle the rest!" Hawks ordered.

But you were still shaken from the fact you almost died.

"Miss!" He shakes you, snapping you back. You looked at him fearfully. He sighs knowing you are incapacitated for now. "Can you stay somewhere safe hmm?"

With tears pooling, you reluctantly nodded. He gave you a smile and you got away from his hold.

The vice from Honkai Industries had long left the scene, and you checked to see if there were any civilians you come across whilst running.

Getting somewhere you think was safe enough you got off your suit. There were numerous of damages, it didn't seem like so as you were in contact. The material used was totally worth it as it kept you safe. You activate your quirk restoring the suit.

The number of damages it took was quite a lot as you never really dodged any attacks so you sat next to your suit as it repaired itself.

Luckily your sword had no damages.

You curled yourself, tucking your knees in as you softly cry alone. You never wanted to be a hero. What were you thinking.

"I could've died." You sobbed quietly.

Shaking in fear, fighting really wasn't your strong suit. Kendo classes as a kid being the only source of your knowledge.

Your pity party was interrupted when you gelt something tickle you. You raise your head, your snot, tear and sweat covered face, to see the hero who had saved you kneeling in front of you. You bite your lip to prevent your sobs.

"You did great you know..." He pulls you in, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You held out and kept the civilians safe. And you're safe too. All is well."

You cling on his coat taking deep ragged breaths to calm yourself down.

"Ms. Newbie, you can't let every fight break you down. You're a hero, you have to stand your ground. Are you going to cry like this everytime you fight a villain?"

You composing yourself raised your head once again. He gave you a smile that was infectious.

"Ahh, look at what you did, you made a mess on my coat. SMH."

You laughed, "Did you seriously just say SMH?"

"Maybe..."

Your gaze swept over the hero's features, you couldn't help but be captivated by his unique charm. His piercing, keen eyes drawing her in with their intensity. The slight curve of his lips, hinting at a playful yet confident demeanor, caused a flutter in your heart.

You flushed realizing you've been staring. The hero clears his throat, and takes his coat off.

"You know, you made a mess out of that its only fair you get it cleaned. Maybe give it back on i don't know, whenever neither of us have patrol? Over coffee or lunch?"

Your heart skipped at the suggestion. Holy shit was he really asking you on a date. You looked at him in shock.

Your eyes traced the lines of his face, noting the subtle imperfections that only added to his allure. The rugged edges of his jawline, held a magnetic appeal. And the way his wind-tousled hair framed his face, sparked a growing fascination within. You wondered if this will get you anywhere.

"So? Ms. Newbie, are you free?"

"I-" You couldn't bring yourself to correct him about something that is probably important. You know the moment you do, you'll lose his attention. "I-I'm free next weekend..."

The hero smirked, "So can I get your name and number?" He hands you his phone.

You couldn't give him your name. What if he looks you up?

"W-well I dont know yours. I dont think it's fair for only one of us to know..." You laughed nervously as you input your number.

"Well you, cutie, can call me Hawks." He smiled. "I on the other hand, have nothing to call you."

Your suit dinged indicating that the repair was done. You got up to get on.

"Y-You can just call me uhm... whatever you want." you flushed.

He chuckled, "A woman secrets. Not even a hero name?"

"I'm not known for a reason."

"Robot Samurai."

"What-?"

"I'm trying to think of a hero name. Robo Kenshi? Optimus Prime?"

"Optimus Prime?" You giggled.

"He has a sword." He shrugged. "What about Cyberblade? I like Cyberblade."

You shake your head, "Call me whatever. Its not like I'll use it."

"WOW, That is so rude. I'm using all my amazing naming skills."

"You named yourself Hawks, because you're a bird."

"Robot Samurai wins then?"

"I'll see you next weekend." You smile to yourself and fly away.

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: THIS CHAPTER IS A MESS. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

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Chapter Twelve: Relationship Troubles.

“God, you feel so good!” Keigo moans into your ear, his mint-scented breath fanning your face. “You take this cock so fuckin’ good!”

He is loud. Verbal. Won’t shut the fuck up about how good you feel or how pretty you look with his dick stuffing you full. Just how you like it.

You, on the other hand, can’t say much except for a string of moans, whimpers, and choked sobs as his cock repeatedly strokes the gummy walls of your pussy and his pelvis rubs against your clit. Your hands lay on his shoulders, feeling up his powerful, toned arms and chest, your eyes admiring his muscles and tanned skin.

His golden eyes drink in the way your titties bounce with every thrust of his hips. His strong, veiny hands pin your legs apart, exposing all of you to him. You feel hot under his sharp, golden eyes that are dark and hooded with lust, his look making the sex more intense. “You wanna cum for me again, baby?” he coos through his clenched jaw. “You wanna cream all over this cock?”

“Keigo!” you whine, your body trembling and your pussy turning to mush. You already came twice tonight. He’s been here, fucking you in every position he can think of: doggystyle; missionary; from the side; from the bottom. He would fuck you into a trapezoid if he could. But now you find yourself on your back as he fucks you into a mating press, his hands pinning your thighs apart and his cock buried deep inside of you, plunging into you so deep that you go dizzy.

You whimper as he releases one of your legs and keeps the other slung over his shoulder, giving him a good angle of your G-spot that you swear is experiencing overstimulation. “Keigo,” you whimper pathetically. “C-Can’t…can’t do it!” You grip his pecs, digging your nails into taught skin. Keigo grins down at you, finding humor in your pain.

“C’mon now, pretty girl,” he huffs. “You can give me another one. Just another.” He leans down to press his forehead against yours, somehow causing your orgasm to peak. “You wanna make me proud and cum all over this dick, don't you?” he growls. “Don’t you, Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Hellooo?”

“Earth to Y/N!” You startle out of your naughty fantasy of your best friend fucking your brains out to stare into the expectant eyes of Nemuri sitting across from you at the restaurant table. Rumi sits next to you, equally as confused at you being lost in space.

You look around, realizing where you are: at brunch with your friends, enjoying bottomless mimosas and your omelet with a side of hash browns you’ve barely touched. “Sorry, what?” you dumbly ask.

Nemuri and Rumi look at each other, both alarmed at your behavior. You flush, embarrassed, even more so at the fact that you’ve been daydreaming about Keigo in your bedroom and in your guts since you met up for lunch on Monday. Four days later, on a beautiful Friday, those thoughts have yet to go away. “I was asking what color you’re thinking of wearing for the Hero’s Gala,” Nemuri repeats herself. "It’s right around the corner, you know.”

She takes a sip of the last of her mimosa while Rumi chows down on her French toast, still giving you that perplexed look. God, you feel stupid. You flush, feeling hot despite the sleeveless blouse and skirt you’re wearing. You came here to meet up before you’re due for work in an hour, and here you are, zoning out to a reality where you’re getting kicked down by your best friend!

“Shit, Nemuri, I’m sorry,” you sigh apologetically. “Guess I was lost in thought.” From beside you, Rumi snorts quietly to herself. “Yeah, I bet.” You nudge her ankle with your foot under the table.

“Everything alright?” Nemuri worriedly asks. She leans forward, causing her breasts to squish enticingly against the table that many of the opposite sex have been staring at since she came in. “You’ve been kind of off today, honey. You’ve barely even touched your mimosa!” She motions to your champagne flute which is unusually full. At this point, you’d be down to your second if not third glass.

“Speaking of which, I’m going to need another.” She clears her throat and waves for your waiter, her empty glass in hand. “Excuse me, sir!” she calls. While she busies herself with flagging down your waiter, you lean towards Rumi. “You didn’t tell her, did you?” you whisper.

She gives you a scowl, looking irked that you’re interrupting her brunch with this BS. “You know I didn’t,” she whispers back, sounding offended by your question. “But if you keep actin’ like your head is somewhere else, she’s gonna start askin’ questions.”

You flush at your quickness to jump to conclusions and your paranoia. Of course, Rumi didn't say anything. She wouldn't dare say anything. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

Rumi is still giving you that look like something is seriously up with you. “You’re sure things are good with Keigo?” she asks. “I thought you two talked.”

“We did!” you protest. “But things aren’t exactly the way they were before, Rumi. Not when I know what his dick looks like when I shouldn’t.”

Unfortunately so. Every time you close your eyes to sleep, you see his thick, veiny shaft in your face, either about to sink into your mouth or plunge into your pussy while his hands grip your hips. These thoughts have resulted in sleepless nights and two shots of espresso in your coffee the next morning so far this week. Rumi snorts into her glass as she sips her mimosa, earning another kick from you. “It’s not funny!” you hiss.

“What’s not funny?” Nemuri asks, clueless and confused. She has her mimosa now, frothy and appetizing with a strawberry slice on the rim. “Er, nothing,” you quickly reply and begin to play with your harsh browns with your fork. “To answer your question, I’m not sure what I’m even wearing for the Gala. I’m not even sure I’m going.”

You swear, it’s like the world is ending with how Rumi and Nemuri react. “What?!” both exclaim in unison, startling the innocent folks sitting on either side of you. You cringe, ducking your head to avoid eye contact. “But you’re nominated for an award!” Nemuri argues. “You can’t not show up to an event you’re invited to and not receive your award, girl!”

You sigh, knowing that she’d use that as an argument. “First of all, I don’t even know if I’m gonna get that award. Second, I don’t want to walk into that ballroom and immediately have people ogle me because I, once again, don’t have a date. It’s humiliating and annoying.”

You’ve been pondering this for weeks now since your argument with Rei and the hot night you had with Keigo. Though you are concerned about the pitying looks you’d receive walking into the Gala alone, you’re not in the mood to see Keigo and Sakura together and pretend that everything is normal. It would be too awkward for you. It’s bad enough that your friendship isn’t the same as it used to be before Fatgum’s wedding.

You don't think it will ever be; not with the feelings you get whenever you think about him. Your heart flutters and butterflies flap away in your stomach. You smile when you hear his voice in your head or find yourself aching for him in the night. You’ve got it bad. Real bad.

Rumi sucks her teeth, forcefully putting down her fork on the plate. “Man, fuck those people!” she shouts, earning more alarmed gazes from innocent bystanders sitting by you. “They’re just there for gossip. You’re there to greet all of your loving, supportive fans, snag your award, have fun, and get drunk with us. And if anyone has anything to say about you, you know Hawks and I will handle them.”

You can feel your stomach twirl with anxiousness. Though the idea of spending the night with your friends at such a prestigious event is tempting, the fact that Keigo will be there with Sakura––the woman you betrayed––scares the shit out of you. How can you sit across from them knowing what you did? “But–”

“You don’t need a date just to come to the Gala, Y/N,” Nemuri comfortingly says. Obviously, she thinks that this is the problem. As far as she knows, it is.

“I know that,” you huff, “but it’s easy for you to say when you’ve got your wife and Rumi can get whoever she wants! When I had Rei, I was…comfortable.” Despite your issues, Rei was a great piece of arm candy, as you were to him. But you ruined that, too. You ruin everything.

Rumi stares at you as if you just spat into her food. “And you’d rather him be on your arm just because you don’t wanna be photographed alone?” she huffs, looking absolutely disgusted at the idea. “Even if you two were incompatible and he wasn’t the partner you deserved?”

Nemuri, understanding where this is headed, puts a hand on Rum’s arm. “Rumi, honey,” she whispers, trying to soothe the situation.

But the table has already turned into a war zone as you defend yourself from your friend's brash, but correct, words. “I don’t need a lecture, Rumi,” you cooly state. “I’m completely aware that Rei wasn’t the partner I wanted, but if you were constantly single every time an event as important and prestigious as the Hero’s Gala came up, you’d be looking for a date too.”

You both stare each other down for a while, glaring so hard that you fear that others will be able to feel the tension too. Nemuri quickly looks around for your waiter, her ears pink from the awkwardness. “Uh, check, please!” she hurriedly shouts to them.

Once the bill comes and you box up your food, Nemuri graciously treats you and Rumi for brunch. After downing your mimosa, you venture outside to the parking lot to head to work. Rumi doesn’t speak to you. She just jumps into her silver Range Rover and waits for Nemuri so they can go gown shopping…without you.

Nemuri puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as you stand together by your car. “Don’t worry about Rumi, darling,” she soothingly coos. “She’s just very fierce in her opinion because she loves you so.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. You don’t need opinions or lectures. You just need your friends to understand how you’re feeling right now. “You’re sure you don’t want to come with us to shop for dresses?” Nemuri asks. “We can go once you’re off work, and you can just sit and drink champagne!”

You smile at your friend and her sweetness. “Thanks, but I’m okay. You girls go and have fun.”

Though Nemuri looks indifferent to the idea, she gives you a hug and sends you on your way. “Get to work, okay?” she calls over her shoulder before she turns around and struts away, her dark curls bouncing as she does. As you watch her go, you feel lonelier than ever.

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After going to work for six hours, you go home early. Rumi doesn’t call, you’re emotionally exhausted, and just need to be alone.

You get some takeout from your favorite ramen store before heading home at around 4 PM, your body aching for your bed. When you finally get back to your apartment, all you want to do is hide away in your bedroom, smoke a blunt, and take a nap. You don’t want to think. You just want to turn your brain off for a while, or as long as it takes for you to forget about sleeping with Keigo and arguing with Rumi.

You park in the lot beside the building stairs, sighing in relief when you don’t see Rumi’s Rover there. You jump out and begin to walk to the door, but stop when you recognize a white sports car parked on the side of the road…and the person standing beside it. “Rei?” you squeak.

Your ex turns around immediately, looking surprised to see you there. He looks good in his white V-neck and jeans, but you can tell that something is off with him. He doesn't appear that he’s on something or drunk, but he has dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Hey,” he weakly says.

You scowl at him, confused and alarmed at his sudden appearance here after so many weeks without seeing or talking to him. “What are you doing here?” you demand. “Why are you here?”

Rei rubs his arm, looking very uncomfortable. “Well, I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I’d pay you a visit to see how you were.” You squint at his words, even more confused. “Pay me a visit?” you parrot, scowling at him.

That’s when he breaks. The facade he is putting on like he’s okay shatters and he begins to cry right in front of you. You stand there, shocked. You’ve never seen him cry before. His sobs are quiet and his shoulders shake as he tries to hold back everything back, but it just keeps pouring out. “Dammit, Y/N, I miss you!” he sobs. “I miss you so, so much!” He turns away and hides his face, embarrassed.

“Rei…” Your heart breaks seeing him like this, especially standing here in a parking lot. “Here, let’s talk inside,” you suggest to which he nods, wiping his wet face.

You lead him into the building and upstairs to your condo, traveling by elevator. When you get up to your floor and you open the door with your key, you and Rei are welcomed by a dark, spacious room, the lights not on and the curtains drawn. Rei steps out of the elevator with you, “You always did have such a nice place.”

You don’t say anything as you close the door behind you. “Feel free to take off your shoes and sit down,” you tell him even though he’s been in here many times before.

But with the way he stands there in one place, his hands in his pockets, you can tell he feels extremely out of place. As he kicks off his shoes, you do the same and put your bag down on the kitchen island. When doing so, your phone vibrates in your bag. You dig through your items to find it and find a text from Nemuri there waiting for you:

Muri: Hey doll. Rumi is gonna stay with me & Yu tonight. She got a little drunk while shopping for gowns & fell asleep on our couch. She’ll be back tomorrow morning

*Read at 4:45 PM

You’re relieved at this, sending Nemuri a thumbs-up emoji. You prefer the condo be empty instead of walking on eggshells around your friend after your argument instead of discussing it like a grown-ass adult. You lower your phone face down on the counter, turning your attention to a silent, awkward Rei.

“So…” You trail off, waiting for him to start since he was so adamant in his apology earlier.

He doesn’t sit down on the couch as you thought he would. Instead, he stands in the middle of the living room, looking completely gutted. “I’m so sorry for what happened at Fatgum’s wedding,” he apologizes, sounding truly haunted by the whole ordeal. "I’ve been thinking about it over and over again, and I feel so guilty for how I made you feel. I didn’t realize that I had been so neglectful of your needs.” He sighs, his shoulders drooping in defeat. “But none of that anymore. I’ve had time to think about it and realized how horrible of a boyfriend I was to you.”

He moves towards you then, his eyes sparkling with hope. “If you give me the chance, I promise I’ll never treat you like that again!” You advert your gaze, uncomfortable by the hope in his eyes. God, out of all days, why did he have to pick a day where you want to be completely alone to ask for you back?

“I-I don’t know, Rei,” you weakly reply. "I’m still thinking things over and–”

“Just give me another chance!” he begs, taking your hands into his. “Please, baby. I know you said we can talk after the Gala, but I just couldn’t wait until then. I know that you’re the one for me and I just can’t throw what we have away! Please, just give me another shot and I promise that I won’t disappoint you.” He presses a kiss to your hands, pressing them firmly to his mouth. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” he whispers. “I’ll be the man you want me to be. I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

Keigo’s words from the night at the hotel come back to you like pestering gnats: ’ I’m whatever you want me to be,’ he whispered to you. ‘I’m your man tonight, baby. If you want me…’

You're immediately filled with emended guilt the very moment he comes to mind. He isn’t your man. He’s your best friend. And here is a good, great, wonderful man asking you for your love back, pleading for it.

“I’ve missed you too, Rei,” you reply, looking into his eyes. The words come out sounding so truthful. “I’m sorry about what happened at the wedding too. I should’ve talked to you about wanting to try new things beforehand.” You move his hands toward you, kissing them. “I’d like us to start again too, if you want.”

An exhale of relief leaves Rei’s lips as a smile curls onto his face. “That’s all I want,” he chuckles, overjoyed. “That’s all I need. Oh, Y/N, I promise that you won’t regret this!” He then pulls you in for an embrace, pressing your body to his. “I’ve missed you so much.” You wrap your arms around him, feeling like you don’t deserve any of this. “I’ve missed you, too,” you whisper, knowing damn well that it’s a lie.

Rei pulls away to press a kiss to your lips; one that is soft and passionate. One that you don't deserve. He then pulls away to kiss your cheek, trailing down your neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he murmurs into your neck. “I wanna show you how sorry I am.” His hands move to grip your waist, giving you a taste of what he means. But as he begins to lead you to the steps, you stop him, your hand locked in his.

He turns to face you, confused. “Y/N?” he questions, gazing at you worriedly. You stand there, practically shaking with guilt and shame. This is wrong. All of this is so wrong. You can’t get back together with him without telling him the truth. He deserves it. So you swallow your pride, lock it up in the furthest parts of your chest, and stare Rei straight in the eyes. “If this time is going to be different, I need to tell you something.”

You can see alarm flash across Rei's face, but he nods nonetheless. “The night of Fatgum’s wedding, after we fought, I was feeling really bad and had a lot of drinks. Hawks took me to a club and…things happened.”

Memories of that night flash across your mind: Keigo’s body; his hands pinning your thighs open; your fingers caressing his wings….

“We had sex,” you blurt, squeezing your eyes shut tight. You don't want to see Rei’s reaction, but the silence that follows his deafening. “It only happened one night and I barely remember any of it!” you quickly add. “I felt horrible afterward and so disgusted in myself. I’m so, so sorry, Rei.” As your self-loathing overcomes you, tears begin to prick into your eyes. “If you really want me again, I wanted you to hear this from me. You deserved the truth.”

And there, you begin to cry. The truth is out and there is no taking it back. You turn away from Rei, softly sobbing as tears plop down your cheeks. “If you don’t want this anymore, I totally understand,” you tearfully sigh. “I’m so, so–“

“I’m not angry at you, Y/N,” he softly says. His answer is not at all what you’re expecting. You abruptly turn to him, finding him staring you down with compassion and softness, all of which you don’t deserve.

“I understand––you were drunk and vulnerable…just like me after that night.” He releases your hand, letting it fall o your side. “I have to tell you something too,” he solemnly announces. “I felt so shitty after the wedding that I went to a bar and met a fan of mine there. We talked, she kept giving me compliments, and it felt good. I had too much to drink and wound up in the bathroom with her while she sucked me off.”

He looks physically pained to admit this to you. “But I never fucked her!” he adds. “I didn’t even touch her, but all she wanted was to please me. That’s when I realized it: I’ve been so blinded by my own wants and needs in the bedroom that I’ve neglected all of yours. I never truly gave you what you’ve been wanting and I’m so sorry for that, Y/N. I’m sorry for what happened with my fan too. I felt so horrible afterward, but I never dared call you because I was so scared to tell you.”

You stare at him blankly, wondering how the hell this situation turned out like this. He should be yelling, screaming, cussing you out for sleeping with Keigo without officially breaking things off with him. But here he is instead showing you understanding and even admitting to his mistakes as a partner. You know you don’t deserve him…but you sure as hell aren’t letting him go either. You move toward him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “We can start anew right here, right now…if you want.”

Rei’s body rumbles slightly as he laughs, burying his face into your neck. “That’s exactly what I want,” he murmurs to you. “You’re all that I want.” His lips find yours again and he begins kissing you. At first, you don’t kiss him back, his mouth almost foreign to you after going so long without kissing him. But then you quickly find your rhythm and move your lips against his. They are soft, just as they used to be.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. He groans into your kiss, the sound traveling straight to your pussy that has begun to tingle with anticipation. His muscular arms wrap around your waist before his hands quickly travel down to cup your ass, squeezing it in his hands. A longing moan leaves your lips, giving him the perfect opportunity to swirl his tongue in perfect tandem with yours. It feels good, but then again, he was always a good kisser.

When his hands begin to grapple with the waistband of your skirt, you know that the moment of truth has come. “Can I finally get you out of these clothes, babe?” he asks hotly, his violet, hooded eyes looking down into yours. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you out of them.”

You nod, helping him take down your pull-on skirt and unbutton your blouse until you’re just in your matching cherry-red bra and panties. Rei is absolutely awestruck at the sight of you, running a hand over his mouth. “Maybe we should take breaks more often,” he jokes. “It’s like you’re sexier after all this time we’ve been apart.”

You flush at the compliment, a smile curling on your lips. He starts by lightly running his hands down your sides, caressing the bare skin there from the sides of your stomach to your hips. He then begins to press his lips against your chest, kissing every inch of skin he can reach––your neck; your collarbone; the tops of your breasts. Soft moans escape you at the feeling of his sweet kisses, your body delighted by the attention. His hands then move to unhook your bra, revealing your breasts and hardened, brown nipples like hanging fruit to him.

He doesn’t hesitate to toss your bra down and begin showing your breasts the attention they deserve. His fingers knead your breasts and tweak your nipples ever so slightly, emitting moans and pleasant hums from you. “You like this?” he asks, his eyes planted on you and your body.

You nod, arching your back into his touch. He doesn’t ask anymore questions after that, but he does pay close attention to the way you react. And it feels good. He doesn’t pinch your nipples too hard and isn’t too rough when he paws at your breasts, his calloused hands doing wonders for you. When his mouth finally connects to your nipples, he switches between each one, nibbling and licking at your hard nipples.

Your moans grow louder and more desperate as sparks of pain and pleasure zip through your body. You grasp Rei’s scalp, your fingers running in his long, black locks. “Don’t stop,” you exhale, completely losing yourself to the feeling of his fingers and mouth on your breasts. Your body is completely connected to him in a way it never has been before. Your body tingles, as does your pussy, at the feeling of him sucking and tweaking your nipples. Maybe he really has had some time to think and change his ways in the bedroom.

You feel him pull away with a groan after sucking on one of your nipples, leaving a ring of saliva in his place. “I wanna taste you,” he murmurs against your stomach, kissing it. “Can I please?” You quickly nod, words evading you completely. Rei gets the message though and takes your hand to lead you upstairs to your bedroom, leaving your work clothes on the living room floor for Rumi to find.

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, Rei shuts the door and coaxes you onto the bed where you lay, your back flat against the mattress and your arms by your head. You watch in anticipation as he begins to strip himself of his clothes. First the shirt and then his pants and socks, leaving himself in his Armani underwear. He truly is a sight to see––all lean muscle that you want to run your hands over. He stares down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And, for a minute, you start to feel as if you are.

He leans over to press a chaste kiss to your lips before dipping down to kiss down your stomach to your legs. There, he proceeds to spread your legs apart and kiss against your panties which have now grown wet from your arousal. With every soft kiss against your mound, you can feel yourself growing impatient. Your pussy twitches and gushes, desperate for something to relieve it. So you press a hand to Rei’s cheek, coaxing him to look up at you. “No more teasing, please,” you beg. “Just taste me already.” Rei chuckles at your impatience but is happy to oblige.

He proceeds to strip off your panties and doesn’t waste a moment ogling at how wet your cunt is. He spreads your thighs apart and proceeds to lap at your pussy, stroking your wet slit with the flat part of his tongue up and down, up and down. He doesn’t just stop there though––he alternates between moves, sucking on your clit when his mouth moves up and very lightly penetrating your hole, just enough to give you something to feel.

And it feels so fucking good! He moves according to your moans and the roll of your hips. He listens to your verbal commands, whether you whimper out, “Faster” or giggle, “Slow down a bit, babe”.

Rei is completely in tune with your body. You realize he has never been this connected to you before, and you to him. You’re loudly moaning his name and grasping his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. He moans into your pussy, the vibrations causing sparks of pleasure to shoot into your clit, especially when his nose rubs up against the sensitive bud. He then begins to tongue fuck you, lapping up every ounce of your juices that gush out of your cunt for him.

“Fuck!” you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut at the sheer pleasure that overtakes you. Your back arches off of the bed as Rei fucks your pussy with the right speed and pressure, even taking his thumb to gently rub at your clit as he does so. Only now, it isn’t Rei you’re seeing behind your eyelids. Keigo's face has replaced his, his golden eyes staring up into yours from between your legs as his tongue laps at your pussy.

You gasp and open your eyes, startled, only to see your ex-turned-current boyfriend still in between your legs. “What’s the matter?” Rei worriedly asks, stopping his eating to assess you. He possibly felt you tense and stopped, probably thinking he did something wrong.

“I…” You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. How is you are thinking about him when your boyfriend is here giving you the utmost pleasure? “Nothing,” you reply with a reassuring smile. “That just felt so good that I was about to cum.”

Happiness fills Rei’s face at the realization that he nearly succeeded in making you reach your end. “I did?” he asks joyfully. “But then why did you stop me?”

You give him a sly, sexy smile as you sit up above him and grab his face. “Because,” you purr, “I wanna cum around that dick I’ve been missing so much.” You reach down over the bed to cup his groin into your hand, earning a groan from him. “And I think you want that too,” you giggle.

Rei doesn’t need to be told a second time. He stripping off his undies and on top of you in seconds, no doubt using some of his quirk to make that happen. You giddily laugh as he climbs between your legs and takes a handful of his cock. You ogle at it, forgetting how it looked for a moment. It isn’t as girthy but is long and curves upward. You find yourself salivating, wanting it in your mouth, but you know that will come at a later time. Right now, you want him inside of you. So you lean back against your pillows and allow him to slowly slide inside of you.

He doesn’t start right away. He takes his time, placing his hands on your hips and finding his rhythm. He grinds himself into you, his hips rolling and cock slowly stroking your pussy walls. You moan at the feeling, keeping your eyes on him and his beautiful body. It isn’t just because he’s so nice-looking at this angle, but also because you’re afraid that if you close them, you’ll see Keigo fucking you instead of him. The last thing you need is to be fantasizing about your best friend making love to you instead of your boyfriend, especially when he’s doing such a good job.

‘A good job,’ a tiny, wicked voice in your head hisses at you. ‘Not a great job. Not an amazing job. Not the job that knocks off your socks and makes you want more.’

“Shut up,” you quietly whimper to yourself.

Above you, Rei slows down, pausing a bit to hear you better. “You say something, baby?” he huffs, his face glinting in sweat from constant movement. He is trying hard here and yet your mind keeps drifting back to Keigo.

Because deep down, in the deepest part of your chest, that his sex was wonderful. Mind-blowing. The best ever. He filled you up in a way Rei never can. His touches, kisses, and words brought you to the pinnacle of absolute pleasure.‘I can get that again,’ you think, sounding delusional even to yourself. ‘I can, with Rei.’

“I-I just said “so good”,” you quickly lie. “You’re fucking me so good, Rei.” You wrap your arms and legs tight around him, bringing him closer to your body and pulling him deeper inside of you. He stares down at you in shock, his body coated in sweat. “Really?” he huffs, then begins to bump his hips against you once more. “I’m fucking you good, baby?”

As he does, his pelvis rubs up against your clit, making your toes curl and your body tense in delight along with the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. “Yes!” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. “So, so good! Go faster! Harder!”

And he listens. He grabs her hips and leans down until you’re forehead to forehead, mouth to mouth, as his cock plunges in and out of you with only about 10% of his quirk. But even 10% is pretty fast. He grips you to him as the bed moves underneath you, the headboard banging and bedsprings squeaking.

You’re a moaning, sobbing mess underneath him, becoming more undone at the sound of his moans and the bed rocking on your floorboards. You moan louder than you’ve ever had with him, and the best part is that it’s all real. You’re really feeling good during sex with him. Maybe even too good.

Because as you close your eyes as you fall deeper into the pleasure, you imagine that Keigo is above you instead, his golden eyes and handsome face glittering in sweat. You pretend it’s his thick, veiny cock filling you up, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.

You feel so bad for it. So, so disgusted in yourself. While the sex is much better with Rei this time, all you can think about is Keigo. And it’s getting you close to cumming. “Baby,” you moan, not sure if you’re talking to Rei or Keigo now. “I-I’m gonna…I’m so close…” Your words die into a whimper as your pussy begins to clench around the cock inside of you, the knot in your core close to snapping.

“Me too,” Rei hoarsely whispers above you. “I want you to cum with me, babe. Please, please cum with me!” He then moves a hand between your bodies and begins rubbing your clit frantically, his index and middle fingers moving you to orgasm. Your voice reaches a crescendo as your climax dawns on you, your pussy clenching tighter and tighter around the cock inside of you.

“Fuck!” you bellow, lost in ecstasy. “K…Kei…I’m cumming!”

And you do. You bite your lip and shudder as you cum all around Rei’s cock while his cock spurts out rope after rope of cum. He digs his fingers into your flesh as he cums inside of you, a long, loud moan leaving his lips that makes your orgasm crest. When you open your eyes and see him above you, the illusion of Keigo disappears and you are left slightly disappointed. And you feel horrible for it.

When the high finally fades, Rei presses a soft kiss to your lips and gently moves out of you, his cock now soft and leaking with cum. He rolls over to plop onto his back beside you before wrapping an arm behind your shoulders to work as a pillow for you. “Oh, wow,” he sighs. “That was absolutely amazing.” You hum in agreement, breathing heavily.

He looks at you hopefully then, almost like a puppy dog. “And I made you cum this time, didn’t I?” he asks, almost sounding afraid that he didn’t. You press a hand to his cheek, running it over his smooth skin. “You did,” you giggle. “And it was amazing. I’m glad you’re taking this so seriously now.”

He sighs in relief, laying back down his back with ease. “Well, now that I know how important good sex is for both parties, I’m definitely making it my mission to make you feel good every single time we’re together.”

He takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, making a silent vow to you. For a while, you lay in the afterglow and the silence that comes after good sex. It is comfortable and sedated, almost lulling you to sleep until Rei speaks again. “So what about you and Keigo?” he asks. You hum questionably. “Are you guys still friends? Were you dating after that night?”

You pick your head up to look down at him, finding him already staring up at you. “Not at all!” you immediately reply. “We agreed that that night was a mistake, but our friendship is still kind of wobbly.”

You almost ask him why he’s asking, but then you realize it: he’s concerned that you have feelings for Keigo. ‘And he should be!’ the annoying voice screams in your head. ‘You fucked him!’

You lean your head down on Rei’s chest, pressing a hand to his heart. “You don’t need to worry about a thing, Rei. I’m yours, okay?” You look up at him, staring deep into his eyes and silently begging for him to believe you. Silently, he leans in to kiss you, a smile threatening to ruin it. “And I’m yours,” he whispers when he pulls away. “I think this time, it’s gonna be good for us.”

He sighs happily as you lean back down onto his chest, not wanting him to see the frown on your lips.

“Yeah,” you reply, knowing damn well that you’re lying. “Me too.”

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