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#thirsts?!!!! thinking abt keigos asss!!!! his little booty!!!!
keilemlucent · 3 years
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thinking abt keigos lil butt + clubbing
(nsfw, reader and hawks are a wittle drunk, public h word)
you’re drunk. not terribly, just enough for the world to be a bit wobbly and for your cheeks to hurt from smiling. you’ve spent the evening nursing mix drinks and stealing sips from keigo’s glass. you hang off his arm, cheeky squished against his arm as the night wears on.
as much fun as dancing and drinking is, you’ve been a little... distracted. to say the least. keigo cute clubbing outfit was all chic, designer wear. a tailored turtleneck and button up, and a pair of trousers that hugged his hips just right. brought it his waist and created a curve that was almost always hidden.
and you and your champagne-filled brain could ogle for hours. you had been. as he’s been keeping up with the face paced conversation in the vip booth, you’ve been tracing shapes on the tone and chub of his thigh, nuzzling his jaw with the bridge of your nose. keigo usually is the one who laid on the pda think when he was able to, so for the roles to be reversed was a goddamn treat.
“do you know how good you look?” you ask, slipping your hand to rest between his wings.
you feel him shudder and you’re goddamn smitten.
it only takes a few more drinks until you’re half in his lap (at his behest this time. he freely tugs you over his thighs, cementing a hand above your waist to hold you steady.) it’s far-too easy, and way! too tempting to simply lean forward and whisper filth in his ear at every opportunity.
you can hear the other pros, his goddamn colleagues, coo at how sweet you were, worn out and spent against his chest. keigo can only chuckle as you continue your rambling about how you can’t wait to get home and “take his cock so deep that you’ll have a limp for the next week” and “try to spank him over your lap in the limo ride home, just to see what you’ll do.”
and honestly? you can’t blame yourself. he’s hot any day, but your hazy mind would jump him right there if it weren’t for the several social graces you retained.
as cool and unaffected as keigo looked, you can feel how his wings shake and fluff up with each bit of filth you give him. you feel the feathers bristle when you gave the barest hint of a roll of your hips, only to be stopped by keigos surprisingly strong grip.
“don’t get impatient,” he murmurs with a kiss to your cheek.
you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he lives for this. showing you off, being praised and preened himself. you can tell by the unwavering bulge up against your inner thigh.
as the night goes on, you do actually grow tired. the club lights get to be too much, the dirty phrases come slower and more lazily. the bass makes your ears bleed. you tug at keigos arm and ask for a glass of water, and he’s more than happy to track some down for you with a bundle of feathers.
it’s at that point keigo gives his quick goodbyes, hoists you up and straightens out your outfit. tugs your skirt a bit lower, drops a kiss or two to your collar bones, and you’re out the door.
keigo splurged on a limo that night, no use flying with ‘tipsy wings’ as he called them. he’s an absolute gentleman as he helped you inside, opening and shutting the door with a sweet (but devious) grin. as he turns away, you’re able to stretch forward and land a solid spank to the plump of his (very cute) ass.
keigo hardly reacts before sliding in the either side. that’s how you know you’re in for it. he moves so fast, your bubbly mind can hardly catch the movements. you’re tugged over his lap, thighs straddling his own. you are lucky he stretched his wings out and around the two of you. a modicum of privacy.
he pulls you closer with a hand around your jaw, eyebrows raised and mischief in his eyes.
“i hope you’re not too sleepy to deliver on those pretty words you gave me,” he purrs, kissing down your neck. “or is my little bird too tired?”
you ponder for a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck with your thumbs. you give your answer with a short bounce and grind down onto his cock, circling your hips. and finally. finally. you paw at his waist and rear like you’ve been wanting to for hours. palm the little bit of chub around his waist, groping wherever you can find purchase.
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