featuring: Hawks/KeigoTakamixF!Reader
warnings: f!reader, 18+ (MDNI), smut, unprotected sex, bath sex, dom!-sub!reader, sub-dom!hawks, teasing, cursing, petnames
Daydreaming about being curled up with Keigo all day, barely leaving the comfort of your shared bed. Your limbs tangled together as if you’re attempting to form into one. You’d order in or maybe even cook together as you binge your favorite T.V. shows. He’d spoil you with massages, kisses, and sweet-sweet nothings.
You’d bathe together, blowing bubbles at one another and you wash down each of your bodies, sneaking smooches in between every loving caress and gentle stoke. He’d hoist you up and into his lap, adoring you with his love-filled eyes of awe as he guides you down onto his cock. You’d both moan in unison as you wrap your arms around his neck, toying with his golden strands of hair.
You’re kissing his lips raw as you circle your hips sensually, reveling in your ability to have him melting underneath you. He’d sing your name so sweetly, his voice breathy and high-pitched. Though to your dismay, his submission doesn’t last long before he’s gripping you by your hips to force you down onto his length. He’s bending his knees upwards to add leverage to his impatient thrusts.
“Keigo…” You moan in pleasure and disappointment. Pinching his cheek to grab his attention, you send him a glare as you force your pelvis onto him.
“You’re going to get water everywhere, Honey.” You lecture, taking his hands in yours before intertwining your fingers together. You pick up your once slow and steady pace, rolling your hips with each rise-and-fall.
“Let’s just take it slow, hm?” You suggest with an added moan followed by a pleased: fuck yes when you feel him twitch inside you.
“Fu-fuck, Baby—slow isn’t exactly what I’m—hah—known for.” He comments, causing you to roll your eyes. You bring your face level with his, his smug grin has you fighting back the urge to smack it off of him. Instead, you continue your pace, except for the extra force you drive into his matched thrusts. You watched with glee and a self-satisfied giggle as his head tosses back against the rim of the tub, his lips parted to let his keens of pleasure escape.
You nibble along his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing in response as he sucks in air between his teeth.
“You can take it, can’t you, Pretty bird?” You sultrily whisper in his ear before taking it between your teeth, tugging when you don’t hear an immediate response.
You press your hand against his lower stomach, feeling as it contracts as his thrust become uncoordinated, sloppily meeting yours. And as he begins to sputter his response, you take one of his nipples in between your fingers to pinch. He arches his chest into your hand, his whine cutting off whatever he was about to say. Though you cease to relent in your torture.
“Hmm?” You hum against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling your nose affectionately, pretending you’re not torturing the poor man. You take the soft skin into your mouth, sucking a hickey into his neck as if to stake your claim.
Once satisfied, you pull away and take his hair into your other hand, grasping his head upwards to meet your gaze.
“Please…” He groans, fighting the urge to look away from your stare. You fight back a laugh as you take in his—rather beautiful—state: his sun-kissed face flushed red down to his chest as his eyes plead with nothing but pathetic desperation.
“Please what?” You taunt, slowing your pace and giggling at his dramatic growl in frustration. But your enthusiasm quickly disappears after he hoists you up into his arms and out of the bath. He says nothing as he bends you over the counter, splaying his hands across your back to force you into an arch.
You watch from the mirror as his feather drains the tub, yet when your eyes flicker back to Keigo’s face, you have nothing but his displeased attention. He meets your gaze through the mirror as his once cocky smirk returned to his stupidly handsome face.
“Gonna fuck you slow and steady just like you want, Princess.” He spits the nickname out like it’s poison, though you know deep now he doesn’t really mean it.
“But you’re gonna beg for it first.”
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I love the ambiguous ending of Alan Wake 2. This might be because I interpreted it optimistically, but the reveal that Alice is still around and has been the one helping Alan and Saga in the dark place was incredible after the despair of seeing her last video messages. and for that to lead to Alan (and the player) realizing it’s not a loop, but a spiral—that he’s not doomed to forever be trapped, but that he can rise out of this. This acknowledgment by Alan was the first step towards that ascension, rather than spiraling into further self-destruction. It might not have been a definite answer, but it was hopeful.
The Logan phone call cliffhanger was painful to end at, but for the same hopeful reasons and Saga having battled the dark place amplifying her existing doubts and anxieties, I’m choosing to believe Logan is safe! I still want more answers in the future, since multiple people are now in the dark place and characters like Mr. Door and Zane remain mysterious, but I like that this game wasn’t as clear as ’Alan escapes the dark place.’ It was an exploration of what the dark place is (to different people), being an artist, self-destruction and doubt, and so much more. Despite the first and second game both ending in the dark place, the journey and development the characters went through made a world of difference for what could possibly come next.
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