#Keigo takami l

[hawkssucks]

This is the most spiritually troubled Hawks merch to date.

[takami-takami]

Hi, sorry. Yeah, I'm just checking in, just curious.

Have you thought about Hero Partner Hawks coming to you to ask you to help him have his first orgasm?

Have you thought about how embarassing the request would be for him to make, biting his nails and bouncing his leg and pacing for weeks on end before he worked up the courage? Judging himself for never having been able to do it? Internally debating the part of himself that thinks he's selfish, or weird, or doesn't deserve to feel good, against the agony of not knowing what the good really feels like?

Have you thought about Hawks having wet dreams about you? Infected with the thought, tossing under the covers, feverish with thoughts of you? Confused and frustrated because it doesn't matter how much he touches himself, how hard he strokes his cock— it's nothing compared to the static spark he felt of your fingertips just grazing his hand, lighting his body on fire from a brush alone? How he knows that's the only way— you're the only way he can cum?

Have you thought about the way he'd tense up like he was scared of it the first time he's about to finish, pretty eyes wide and black lashes beaded with tears of pleasure? Have you though about his back bowing and eyes snapping shut, hands gripping the sheets like he saw god, like he felt pure satisfaction inside you?

Have you thought about how Hawks would babble his moans after, cheeks flushed, head turning and panting into the bed sheets, "shit, baby, oh my god— oh, my fucking god, baby—"

Just wondering.

[satoruyes]

Lula’s Kinktober '24

ᝰ Day One: Somnophilia; L Lawliet

ᝰ Day 2: Balcony Sex; Keigo Takami

ᝰ Day 3: Threesome; Miya Twins

ᝰ Day 4: Gun Kink; Toji Fushiguro

ᝰ Day 5: Aftercare; Eijirou Kirishima

ᝰ Day 6: Breath Play; Tomura Shigaraki

ᝰ Day 7: Knife Play; Izuku Midoriya

ᝰ Day 8: CNC; Kei Tsukishima

ᝰ Day 9: Bondage; Touya Todoroki

ᝰ Day 10: Aftercare; Nanami Kento

ᝰ Day 11: Overstimulation; Eren Yeager

ᝰ Day 12: Mask Kink; Katsuki Bakugou

ᝰ Day 13: Dub-Con; Kenma/Kuroo

ᝰ Day 14: Aftercare; Denji

ᝰ Day 15: Exhibitionism; Gray Fullbuster

ᝰ Day 16: Predator/Prey; Ban SDS

ᝰ Day 17: Cuckolding; Kakashi Hatake

ᝰ Day 18: Sadomasochism; Suguru Geto

ᝰ Day 19: ; Satoru Gojo

ᝰ Day 20: ??? ; ???

main masterlist >_<

[child--ish]

The map of who is alive in the LoV rn

poor Spinner–

[chey-speedylead]

only thing that stuck in my head after reading the new MHA manga chapter

[kookie-doughs]

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 7: Night Time

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[tinytinalifes]

Low-key bored and wanna write who should i should write fluff about with y/n

[emmyrosee]

AHHH OKAY I’M SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT HAWKS FOR A SECOND (this one got long I’m so sorry 😭) [also idk if you’ve seen anything of season 6 yet but his ARMS???]

anyway-

I’ve just been. Having SO many thoughts about him okay? so many. The one at the front of my mind right now is him and his wings tho.

His wings. I love. And I love even more the fact that he’d definitely use them to bug you. And give you affection. And be so annoying with them. Cause he’s a little shit. But you love it and he knows.

Everyday you’ll randomly have a feather fly to you and stick with you, providing he’s not in another country. How he’d use it? If he’s feeling playful (most of the time bc have you met him) he’d run it over your skin and neck and collarbones to make you laugh a bit and then hide it in your sleeve so no one could see it and end up embarrassing you. He’d also tap you on the shoulder with it and then hide from you to annoy you.

(…back on my playfighting as the 6th love language agenda but… using his feathers during a play fight when you guys are both home. Such a cute thought!!!)

If he’s feeling romantic, he’d run it over your face all slow and gentle like he’d caress your cheek to let you know he’s missing you a lot. OR he’d wrap it around one of your fingers like a ring to let you know he’s there with you even if he’s not PHYSICALLY there.

Out with your friends? He’s flying the feather all around you to tease you and mess up your outfit a bit. Your friends laugh but they don’t miss how happy you are when you finally get hold of it and mindlessly play with it throughout the day.

If you’re particularly sad when he has to leave for a mission, you usually ask for a feather to carry with you and he’s more than happy to provide.

wrapping his wings around you after you’ve had a long day and just want to hide away. HE LOVES YOU AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.

…this got so long I’m SO sorry I just had too much to write about. I love love love him and I hope you enjoyed this one!!

anon <3

DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST ON A BIKE-

God I’m… I’m so wHIPPED GOD.

As much love and warmth as his wings give you, make you feel so safe and just so secure, they’re also the baNE of your existence. Sure, it’s nice when you’re snuggling, and they close around you, and it’s amazing how beautiful they glimmer in the sunlight. They’re warm, provide you with a feeling of physical and emotional safety, you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

He knows the hold his feathers have on you, that you do adore them and the look of them, so yeah, he’ll sacrifice a few to adorn your fingers, add some oomf to whatever you’re wearing, but more than anything, he loves using said feathers against you.

What sucks, is when he goes into work, and he sends one of his feathers up to wake you if you don’t answer his texts, the plumes tickling up your foot that pokes from the covers until you finally wake up.

SENT you’re such an asshole, let me sleep

Keigo 💍 no can do, baby

I know you need your beauty sleep, but I missed you :)

SENT NEED? EXCUSE YOU?

In play fighting- which is a love language okay I don’t make the rules- when he’s got you pinned under his massive frame, he keeps his golden eyes on your writhing, giggly figure, feather flitting over your body and cheeks and all over. Your shoves at his shoulders do nothing to move him, and he’s so entranced by the sight he barely recognizes the tapping of his wrist to tell him you’re really done, coupled with the giggly whines of surrender.

“You’re such a cheater,” you snicker once he finally stops, the wings that were just torturing you now curled around you in a protective manner. “You have whole ass other weapons, why have we not banned quirks in our fights yet?”

“‘Cause you liiiiiiike it,” he teases, nipping at your neck to make you squeal.

“Shut up.”

HES JUST. GAH-

AND YOURE SO RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU DO LOVE THEM AND HE KNOWS IT, AND HE GETS SCOLDED FOR MISSING ALL OF HIS FEATHERS CONSTANTLY BECAUSE HE LEAVES THEM WITH YOU, AND You’re just like. So sad when he does leave and he has to break it to you that he does need them for this one time, and when your lip starts to wobble and eyes water, he just gnaws at his lip and lets one on each wing go because he’s fuckin’ hawks, he doesn’t need all his feathers what do they think this is?

And the feathers are juuuuust enough to comfort you while he’s gone.

That same feeling of the plumes over your feet in the morning. The way he rubs your cheek mimicked by the softness. The poke on one shoulder to dart away playfully and keeping you from boredom. Ruffling your hair when you go out and hiding away when you try to chase it. The feeling of it draping over your waist to copy his arm over your waist. Wiping your tears when you’re on the phone with him.

“I miss you,” you choke, and before you can reach up to wipe your swelling eyes, his feather does it for you with the softest touch, and you chuckle and nuzzle into the softness. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he hums. “Just don’t blow your nose into it.”

Keigo knows how to take care of you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t trust him with, he knows you and what you need like the back of his hand, and his feathers sometimes are just the best methods to show you that. Even if he’s not physically there, he’s always got something looking out for you.

But even you can’t deny how much you love when he comes home, immediately catching you in his arms when you run into them, his wings enclosing you both in a private manner.

“You’re here,” you whimper, kissing all over his face.

“I am, baby.” He fluffs his feathers out for warmth and for that familiar safe feeling as he uses his muscle memory to get through the house, not daring to think about letting you go or down.

He just loves to keep you happy. At the end of the day, that’s what it comes down to. if he has his choice, it’ll be him doing it, but on the not-so rare occasion he won’t be there to, his feathers provide just enough of his presence to keep you going and swooning.

Okay- Maybe you could live without them flying down your shirt in search of sensitive areas.

But that’s all part of the package.

[irisism]

Guys don’t mention Jean, Armin, Levi, Bakugo, Keigo, Denki, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Choso, Yuji, Megumi, Touya, Small Might, Tamaki, Light, L or Todoroki around me if you don’t want me to start barking like a dog.

[tiredhawks]

"Dabi tried to kill Hawks" I don't know what the fuck Dabi was trying to do but it definitely wasn't that

Any person in this situation would be fucking dead. But he ain't. This shit didn't even scar him. It's a lot of show and not a lot of bang. All the force of the fire is going up and outwards. SIT BACK DOWN. LISTEN. fire doesn't bounce off walls like that. That shit is literally shooting straight in the opposite direction of Hawks. Dabi literally incinerated a group of people in seconds, but multiple fire blasts to Hawks and nothing to show for it? Until he intentionally burns his wings and only his wings? And then Tokoyami shows up and Dabi just :/ and talks until they try to run away and then he starts doing something? Yeah okay. That's fucking wildddd.

[sapa1383]

Nmms something else instead of Ludo, and Hendrickson but it would be prettier and if he were in the drawing kissing

[alloarocharactershowdown]

Alloaro Character Showdown!

Round 1 Part 1

[ID: A graphic with Hawks on one side and L Lawliet on the other. They are separated by a diagonal yellow line with the word "VS" over it. End ID]

[endhawksmha15]

LOL

[finsplurtz]

hawks — keigo.takami

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Keigo Takami

— contents : hawks with a daddy kink , use of “daddy” and “birdy” , some degrading , really short

warnings : just hardcore fuckin i think

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

it was just the way you treated him really got him bad.. so bad no other person can fuck him and make him feel as good as you do.

your hand was pressing down on his back as he arched and let out long whines, you guys had been going at it for a bit now..

“ha…tired, birdy..?” you cooed in his ear. He huffed and moaned.

“n..no….fuuuck me har— AGH” you wrapped your big hands around his wings and used them to fuck him stupid. He spewed a bunch of curse words and your name but they were all slurred and barely understandable.

“aww…you’re taking me so well..~ such a good baby..” his dick twitched leaking precum onto the small pool of cum under him.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled on it, you began sucking and biting on his neck earning more whimpers from the blonde.

“yn I- c..com..ing..”

“yeah..?~ go ahead then baby.. I’ll stuff my cum deep in your tight little hole…I’ll breed you..~” you lightly laugh in his ear feeling him tighten around you at your filthy words.

“you’d like that, hm? getting bred by your daddy’s cock…”

his eyes widened and his back arched feeling his cum rip out of his cock. He moaned into his pillow as his legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed.

you pulled out and watch cum drip out of his pink hole.

you flipped him over on his back and put his legs over your shoulder re-entering him. “noo…s..stop..~” he could barely keep his eyes open he just flailed his arms around.

you suddenly grab his jaw getting a squeak out of him and leaning down to his lips.

“…..you’re too cute keigo…~” he flushed red and grabbed at your wrist.

“let daddy go one more round…okay..?” he shuddered under you and nodded his head. you tilted your head.

“you’re such a dirty boy…” you fucked into him roughly, he gasped and bit onto your hand.

“f-fuck—! I l..love you daaddy—“ he choked feeling your fingers shove into his mouth but smiled looking at you with hearts in his eyes.

a/n; writers block fucking me in the ass HEYYY

[hitoshiyoshi]

how to keep a wife | takami keigo

synopsis ↬ hawks teaches endeavor how to keep a wife

warnings ↬ exh-bitionism (?), the actual exh-bitionism part is a bit short sorry, infedility/cheating, endeavor is a shitty husband, endeavor remarries to the reader after he leaves rei, unprotected s-x, or-l (receiving), mentions of abusive relationships, keigo is the other man, mentions of domestic violence, f-ngering, v-yeurism, endeavor has NOT atoned for his sins, hawks is a little shit, cre-mpie, let me know if i missed anything

pairings ↬ takami keigo x fem!reader

word count ↬ 3.8k

There have been moments over the past year where you wondered whether there was a need to keep trying? Holding dearly onto something that had been sinking for a while. The absence of your friends and family at the wedding should have been the first sign of bad luck. Yet, you blindly kept moving forward. Was there really anything left to lose at this point? Had you grown bored of your normal life that you needed such a drastic change?

All these thoughts flood to your mind as you watch him. It’s beyond the usual time you were meant to rest. Enji came to you last minute and announced that one of his friends would be coming over for dinner. There was no point in arguing. No matter how many times you tried to encourage him to communicate with you, he refused.

Enji’s face contorts in disgust, you could hear the faint sounds of his throat hitching. Rushing to grab a tissue, he spits out the food into it. He looks up at you, eyes burning into your skin with disdain.

“You put too much seasoning, again! Are you trying to raise my blood pressure!?” He whined, slamming the tissue on the dining table as if to threaten you. His anger was something you had grown accustomed to at this point, you’ve seen worse.

“It tastes fine to me,” Enji’s ‘friend’, Keigo, chirps up to your defense. “Relax, Enji.”

Keigo’s words don’t do much, only making Enji grimace and stare off into the void next to him. He never cared about others witnessing his horrible attitude, you sighed. The house was empty tonight: Shoto was busy with his buddies from school, Fuyumi was off traveling, and Natsuo was sleeping over at his girlfriend’s house.

Thankfully, they weren’t here. Fuyumi empathized with you during these times. She mentioned that the fights between you and Enji brought back uncomfortable memories for her and the brothers. Having Shoto defend you during Enji’s spells of anger was humiliating enough. Always stepping in before things escalated terribly; it must’ve been a response to protect you in ways he couldn’t do for his mother.

“Sorry,” You stand and gather Enji’s plates, still full of unfinished food. He wouldn’t touch it anymore. “I was trying to hurry but it was hard with you rushing me.”

Keigo watches over you like a hawk; he was always the worst at hiding his emotions well. You tried to avoid him, but he always found a way. When Enji’s eyes shut tight in annoyance, he becomes bold. Ghosting his fingertips over your legs as you bend over to reach for another plate. You shoot him a glare, nonverbally demanding that he stop. Keigo just laughed off your concerns in a small chuckle under his breath, only you could hear.

Begrudgingly, you trotted off to the kitchen to clean up. Enji looked too enamored with his 'friend' to hound you to cook something else. He usually did that when he wasn’t satisfied with your dishes. You prayed, for this one time, that he would leave you alone. His eyes burn into you again as you leave, you can feel them. Although, you’ve only been married to him for a short time — the feeling is something you are already aware of.

When you finally leave the room, Keigo decides he can safely speak his mind. “Getting mad all the time isn’t good for you, Enji.”

“What the hell would you know?” The last thing Enji wanted to hear was advice from a man who changed girlfriends as often as underwear.

“Not much,” Keigo shrugged, playfully raising his shoulders as if he was taunting the older gentleman. “Be nice. It must be hard to get used to her new life. Step-kids and all.”

"Hmph..."

Enji considers Keigo’s words, but only for a brief moment. The stress of hero work must have been catching up to him. He sincerely doesn't mean to raise his voice at you, it's just that you are the closest victim around. Even if guilt creeped up on him slowly, his pride stopped him from apologizing. Enji planned on buying you those bouquet of tulips you mentioned liking a few months back as an apology — the thought barely lingers in his mind.

Although Keigo would love to catch up with his favorite hero, he had other plans in mind.

"Gotta use the bathroom." Keigo stands from his seat, leaving Enji to wither in his own flames. "Might go check up on her too," He says, too fast and quiet for Enji to process his words before he leaves.

The path to the kitchen is familiar to him; Keigo has been in this house more times than Enji knows. Really, he should be counting his blessings with how lucky he has been. The traditional Japanese-style of the home was an eyesore to him. Keigo has been trying to convince you to spend the night at his, only once, but you couldn't. What sort of excuse could you possibly tell Enji for him to allow that? “It's simpler this way”, you tell him.

As he turns the corner, you're the first thing he sees. How could he ignore you? You hurry around the kitchen, clearing all the contents of this evening's dinner in the garbage. Running scalding hot water over the dirty dishes, you don't notice until a burning sensation touches your skin. Hissing out a swear through your teeth afterwards. Each plate needed to be scrubbed clean — white and shiny without a spec of food — before Enji raised his hand at you again, with those demonic eyes of his.

"He pissed you off a little, huh?" Keigo startles you with his presence at the door. You glance at him, only for a second as you didn't want to lose your focus.

Keigo's leaning against the door frame; his hands are in the depths of his denim pockets. The silver and gold watch you gifted him for his birthday last year sparkles in your eyes. He bought you a matching one shortly after that, but you refused to wear it — it would be too obvious! His tone doesn't sound empathetic. In the brief moment you see him, Keigo gives you his signature cheesy smirk.

"Yeah," You say and return to cleaning. The last thing you needed was to be disturbed — but he was perfect at accomplishing that.

Low vibrations and slow steps soon follow until he's right behind you. Keigo can sense you tensing; something’s not right. Instinctively, his muscular arms snake around your waist as he presses your back into his toned chest. Keigo rests his head into a free space on your shoulder. With every breath, his stubble tickles your skin gently.

“You know he can’t keep a wife happy,” He laughs softly into your ear, obviously poking fun at Enji's failed marriage with Rei.

“It really isn’t funny, Keigo…” Unamused, you catch a cup that slips out of your hands.

“Yeah, yeah… Don’t bark at me,” Keigo eases up off your shoulder, he straightens his back but the tight grip on your waist remains. “Jus’ hate when you’re sad, you know…”

“Don’t worry about me.”

One of his hands pinch your sides, while the other traces shapes into your clothes skin. “Can’t you smile for me, dove?”

“I’m not in the mood."

“Hm…?" He cocked his head to the side. "Fine.”

His hands glide down your arms, stopping at your wet hands. Although his own become wet and covered in suds, he doesn’t mind. Keigo holds up your ring finger, narrowing his eyes as he stares at the silver band. He usually loves shiny jewelry, especially the ones that glisten perfectly under the sun. They always caught his eye first, twinkling in a way that made it hard for him to resist. He always gifted you the finest jewelry that you kept tucked away in a small box, away from Enji.

Keigo hates your wedding ring.

“What- What are you—,” Keigo slips the wet ring off your finger and sets it on the counter.

He never understood why you chose Enji over anyone else. How could Enji be picked over him? Each time he asks, you mutter the same response. “You’re too busy all the time, Keigo. You’re never here when I need you.” It was the truth; he couldn’t deny it, but only make up excuses. Keigo tries to explain that his line of work doesn’t allow for him to have these freedoms, but it’s not enough to persuade you.

Drunk off the feeling of your love, he fills the emptiness in his heart with meaningless flings and relationships that won’t make it past three months. Somehow, Keigo tries to keep them hidden from you. There’s no point in making an announcement to his friends, anyways. Yet, you were aware of them. If you listened closely, you could hear their voices in the background of your calls with him. All of his past lovers gave the same excuse as you did. How funny was it all? They could tell his heart was elsewhere and their body was unable to fix that void.

“I know you hate doing it with your ring on…” Keigo's free hand slips under your skirt, trailing his fingertips on the skin of your inner thighs.

He plays with the waistband of your panties, just enough to not agitate you. Keigo waits for you to stop him, each time. For you to be reminded of your sacred union, but it never happens. You haven’t felt the sense to stop in quite some time. By now your movements are instinctive, your legs spread to allow him more space to continue as he pleases. Running his middle finger along your clothed heat, he leaves soft kisses along the nape of your neck.

"There's not enough time," Whispering this to him in a hushed tone, your pleas are ignored.

"You hate thinking of him, right?" With no time to react, his fingers dive past the silk fabric.

"Kei..." Your head tilts back next to his own, until your cheeks are touching each other.

Whimpering his name gave him enough motivation to act. All those years spent with the Commission didn't go to waste; with the memory skills he's been taught, he knows each of your favorite spots.

Keigo's middle finger find the hood of your clit, rubbing in circular motions as you unwind to his touch. His movements are aided by the slick dripping from your cunt and coating his fingers. By now, you've forgotten about the running tap water — grasping onto his brawny arms to urge him deeper. Keigo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, trying to muffle his moans. He doesn't want to worry about Enji finding out.

It's the first time he's made a move with Enji in the house. What better time than now? The pads of his finger push deeper into your bud, quickening his movements as his heart races. "You should get back to him now, baby bird..."

"Mmm~, not yet..." You can only pray that he can't hear your voices from. You can feel him smirk into your skin, giving a rest from marking you. Keigo had no other choice but to oblige. What kind of partner would he be to neglect you? No better than Enji.

Keigo's fingers dip lower, teasing you with the way he runs along your heat. You felt him pressing you further against the counter, trying to free himself from his skinny jeans. He always preferred to begin slow, not wanting to rush the quality time you two spent together — even if it was short. Focusing all your effort on staying quiet, you gasp as you feel him burying inside slowly and with ease. His thumb never leaves from your clit, keeping the same rhythm as before.

Reaching his free hand up to your shirt, he raises it by the hem and tugs it upwards enough for your bra to show. Keigo claws at the fabric, it doesn't take much effort to completely reveal your breasts to the cool air. The lace material peels off your skin easily; he doesn't enjoy the speed of things, for once in his life, but he gives in... for you. As his hand caresses your tits, his thumb dances over your hardened bud.

Keigo can feel it; as soon as another one of his thick fingers enters your walls, he can feel you quivering under him. Fluttering around his fingers with every pass he makes over your weakest spot. "s-shit, yeah, keigo... keep going...!" you cry in response to his words. Hips rocking into his hand, matching the rhythm of the deep yet slow thrusts of his fingers. By now, your essence has sullied your perfectly clean underwear and leaked onto every inch of his fingers.

Just as you feel yourself unwinding at his movements, he pulls away. Unwrapping his arms away from you and carefully slipping out of your sodden cunt.

"God," You scowl at him, embarrassingly loud. Keigo tries to make up for it with a quick peck on the cheek. You hated when he pulled little tricks like that.

"He should be here to see," Keigo helps you slip out of your lace panties. He takes the risk and stuffs them deep inside his pockets, hopefully you won't ask about them later. "Maybe he'll learn how to make you cum." Grasping tightly on your hips, he forces you around.

Keigo leans forward and takes his place back on your neck. Sucking and nibbling at your skin until purple bruises arise once again. You run your fingers through his honey blonde locks, urging him. His kisses continue to the valley of your breasts. Each of his hands grasp onto your mounds of flesh. Keigo suckles on your peaks, tongue dragging light flicks along your sensitive skin.

He continues his kisses, trailing them downward from your breasts to your bellybutton. Finally, Keigo kneels beneath you. Spreading your legs like butter with his hands, he says, “You jus' can't wait for me, huh?"

Keigo ghosts his fingers over your inner thighs. He bites his lips and gulps shallowly at the sight, cunt glistening under him. His amber orbs dilate as he takes in the sight, so shiny and perfect just for him. A nice long lick up your slick is enough to continue your trance. Keigo is too eager; he laps up all of your spilling nectar until it fully completely coats his tongue and dribbles along his pink tongue.

As he peers up, you can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks underneath you. Strands of his honey blonde hair fall perfectly on his sweaty forehead. Keigo fits on you like a missing jigsaw puzzle piece. Circling and flicking his tongue around your clit, your hands claw through his hair and force him deeper. Never minding his stubble rubbing against your sensitive skin.

Bucking your hips into him once again, Keigo loves the way you surrender completely to his touch. “ah~ fuck- fuck… i can’t… please, faster!” He’s happy to follow your commands. The rapid beating of your heart and quickening breath gives him enough of a signal, again. Through your quivering thighs and slurred speech, you manage to speak, “kei! i’m go- gonna cum…!”

This time, your hands hold his head in place — you won’t let him toy with you again, now. Spewing swears through gritted teeth, you tense up over him feeling the wave of ecstasy consume your body. Keigo stares up at you briefly, your expression is enough for him to threaten to spill in his boxers. Your head is thrown back with one very loud moan escaping your lips. He eagerly laps up everything as if it’s his last supper, refusing to stop until on his saliva remains on your skin.

Panting, he brings himself up to his feet. Keigo hisses softly feeling you palm him under his jeans. He pushes your hand away, with a newfound sense of vigor, he can’t wait. The jingling of his belt resounded in the room as he unbuckled his jeans. You could feel him rutting against you while his fingers were still deep inside you. Bulge protruding through his skinny jeans, begging to be released.

He frees his cock from its hold, just before you notice a damp spot of his precum. Always neat and well-kept for you, he’s groomed himself well just for tonight. Blood rushes to his rosy tip, the veins pulsate with every second that passes.

Stroking his cock for a few seconds, you help guide him to your core. Just like his fingers, he nestles inside you with ease. You wrap so tight around him, nearly swallowing him whole. So perfect, he can’t help but say, “always squeezin’ around me just right, dove…”

You wrap your arms around his neck, mesmerized by his blushing and sweaty face. A bead of sweat trickles down from his forehead to his collarbone as you shift some hair from his face.

Keigo gently rolls his hips, massaging your velvety walls with his shaft; so tender and affectionate, you easily got addicted to the feeling. He releases soft gasps with each movement of his hips, not wanting to break eye contact with you. He wanted to watch everything, every facial expression and cry that left your mouth.

“Waited so long for this,” Keigo presses his forehead against yours. “Hate havin’ to watch you two together…”

Softly planting a kiss on his cherry red lips, you reciprocate his feelings, “God, I missed you.” Nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him deeper, “it’s been too long.”

One of your legs wraps around his waist and lower back, pulling him deeper with his sudden sporadic thrusts. Keigo tries to keep his feelings together. That was a necessity in forbidden relationships like this. Yet, he doesn’t know how long he can do it. Smile in Enji’s face like a dear friend only to betray him when he was alone with you. It was a sickening feeling; he couldn’t keep it hidden any longer.

What should he do? Keigo’s too deep into everything now. The possibility of rejecting his feelings is something he couldn’t do. Especially now, as he hears your chants of his name spew from your lips once you two break away from your kiss. The glimmer of your wedding ring catches his eye when you cling to him. His hips slapped against your skin with sounds of sex echoing through the room. Oh, how badly did he want to be Enji.

The anger nearly consumes him, just for a second. He couldn’t accept the announcement of your marriage to him that day… How could you? How could you pick Enji!?

Keigo desperately wants to find his release, spill his scalding cum deep inside your cavern and smirk to himself as you limp back to your husband. But he couldn’t be satisfied only with that… Instead, he slows, just enough to keep him chasing his high.

He leans down to your ear, and whispers, “I’ve always wanted you… haven’t you realized?”

"F-Fuck, Kei... I know," You run your fingers through his messy hair, coaxing him even closer to your body. "I'm sorry..."

"Ho-How do you th-think I sleep at nights knowing you give yourself to h-him..?" Keigo tries to keep himself together, once again. It took everything in his spirit to not spill his potent seed. Not now, not yet.

"Mmmh~... 'm sorry, Kei...

With those feathers of his, Keigo could sense the trembling ground with his heavy footsteps only a few feet away from the door. It was all sort of funny to him, it must’ve been a joke. “I better start calling this pussy mine from now on. Shouldn’t I, Enji?”

“Nnggh… Wha- What…?” Of course, you decide to groan a bit too loud just as he was at the door. “Enji…!”

Poor Enji. He thought you had hurt yourself when he heard your noises only a few minutes before. He really didn’t mean to raise his voice at you. Lately, Enji has been trying to be a better person. You know, work through his anger issues for the betterment of his growing family. He slipped up tonight, yes, but he was trying. Keigo wants to feel bad, but he couldn’t spare any sympathy for a serial abuser.

Enji is frozen just outside the door. Blue eyes pierce at your bodies intertwined together. The messy clothing still that you still have on, his markings all over your neck, and of course, the expressions of pure ecstasy written over Keigo’s face.

As if the image wasn’t enough for the older man, Keigo reaches for your neck and forces you to stare at Enji. The only thing in common between the two of you is the horrified expression you make at each other as your eyes meet.

His pace of his movements began to pick up, becoming frenzied now that his favorite hero is here to watch. All the older man could do was gawk. You wanted to keep your composure, maybe even push Keigo off your body and run to Enji. It was just a little mistake! A mistake that has lasted since the day you two were married.

"Took you long enough..." Keigo knew Enji was getting on with age, surely his hearing wasn't affected as well. "Pu- Put on a show for him, pretty bird... Let him hear..."

"Oh~... God, I- I..." You somehow manage to croak out as Keigo moves his hand from you neck to your jaw, parting your lips.

"There we go. That's it, babygirl..." His hips drill into your core with an unwavering speed, plates scattered around the counter swayed with each thrust; finally, chasing his high. "Louder..."

Like an obedient dove, you obeyed. The harmony of your moans combined with his own bounced off each wall and into Enji's ears. Keigo's eyes refuse to leave yours. Instead, he positions your head until he was the only being in your view. Keigo's hips faltered with every one of his grunts, seizing up along with the rest of his body. He dipped his head down lower; his hot breath tickles the hairs on your neck. You knew what would happen next.

With a loud hiss, Keigo's eyes shut tight as he sinks his teeth into your skin. You could feel his body tense on top of you, feverishly grasping onto your flesh to draw you closer. A warm sensation pools through your cavern, you moan along with him as if Enji's presence is nonexistent. Speaking of the devil, he remained frozen throughout the entire ordeal. He blinks at the sight a few times, trying to process if he was dreaming.

But, of course, it was all reality. Enji finally accepts it, trailing his eyes to the floor beneath him.

“Come on, don’t look away now, Enji…” His seed drips down your inner thigh, joining your juices that have trickled onto the kitchen floor. “Pay attention, you might learn a thing or two about how to keep a wife…"

『 a very VERY late submission to kinktober from a while back… check it out if your bored ! 』 — kai

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[kookie-doughs]

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 8: Explaining

Knocking on the window, Hitoshi went over to see you.

He had a serious look and you could tell he's incredibly angry. You had no idea what was going to come... and it scared you.

He opened the window and you hopped in.

"Hitoshi..."

"Y/N, weve known each other for how long now? A decade at least. You've told me every little shit that goes on no matter how disgusting or inappropriateor everything about you I know." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You had the audacity to lie to me about whatever disgusting thing you have going on with that hero."

"Hitoshi please..."

"Y/N, I am not going to condone this relationship you have with him. No matter what you say, its not something I'd fuck with. He's being glorified and all that while he's dating a fucking minor. GOD Y/N YOU'RE NOT EVEN AT THE AGE OF CONSENT???"

"Hitoshi Hawks doesn't know about me."

He paused and looked at you bewildered by what you just had said.

"You. Tell me everything from the start."

You bit your lip and looked down to the ground.

"I'm lying to him... about everything... my age, my profession..."

"God you're such a dumb fucking bitch!" He sighed and paced the room.

"I-I met him back when... you know..."

"So that tweet was for you huh.." He seethe his teeth.

"I... I... He thought I was a pro-hero..." I smile awkwardly, "and you know me... I'm a fake... hahaha... I owned it and told him I was just starting as a hero so I had nothing yet..."

"okay so he's a bigger dumbass for falling for that shit."

"I never gave him a name, or any information about me so he doesn't try to look for me... I gave him my twitter and told him Mei is my cousin a-and you and Izu are her friends so we became close friends too."

"Y/N stop talking to him."

Your heart fell and you looked at him. A crease formed between his brows, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly as a surge of frustration threatened to spill out. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions, but it was a hard battle.

"Hitoshi... please..." Your voice shaking trying to find words to help you with your situation.

"Y/N, don't even try it." His tone was firm. "Nothing. I mean nothing. Will change my mind."

Your voice breaking, "H-Hitoshi please... I really like him..." slowly tears were forming but you dared not to let it fall. "I-I can't just-"

Hitoshi throws his phone to the ground and his battle to keep his emotion back had been lost. "Y/N do you not understand what you're doing right now?!"

"I do!" You cry to him.

"Then why do you keep doing it?! Y/N get your shit together please! This is fucked up!! This isn't some joke, this is real life you're messing with!"

"What do you want me to do?!"

"Leave him! I've been so fucking clear! Leave him! Leave him or else I'm telling him about you."

You grab his hand trembling, "H-Hitoshi please don't I-I can't please..."

He shakes your hand off and buries his face to his hand and takes a breath. You fall to your knees trying to think of anyway you can somehow convince him. Tears had been falling and you couldn't care less.

"Y/N I'm not supporting this relationship no matter what you do." He looks at your messy state he then grabs a towel and tosses it to you. "How far have you gone with him?"

You look up to him with teary eyes. "N-Not far at all.. w-we haven't even kissed. I couldn't... kiss him..."

He sighs again and squats down to your level. "Why did you decide to do this?"

You bite you lip and gave him a sad smile, "Because I really like him. H-He makes me really happy... I-I just... He's just perfect you know?"

He looks at your expression. Years with you and this was the first time he's seen you like this. Sadness was evident but he could see it when you talked about him. Two word you didn't use, words haven't thought yourself. But Hitoshi knew.

You were in love with Hawks.

"Your birthday, ignore him for 3 months. I won't do anything about this." He presses his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Hitoshi..."

"Age of consent is 16. You're 16 in 3 months if you do that I'll let this go. If you contact him anytime after this talk, I'm going to report this. Okay?"

You nod eagerly. "I-I'll do that! Just don't tell anyone please..."

"Tell him about this or whatever excuse you come up with." He gets up and crashed to his bed. "I hope this bites your ass. I'll repeat myself again and again, I don't like this at all. I have no intentions on helping you out in this. I only gave you this option because I don't want you to hate me."

After you clean yourself up, you smile to yourself went to his side and gave him a hug.

"I can't hate you... You're right about this anyway. I just can't do the right thing... Thank you for this chance..."

"You're cleaning this up yourself when karma comes. I don't want to get involved. I'm going to be checking your phone too to make sure you don't keep contact, okay?"

You nod.

"Have you said your 'see ya later'-s yet?"

You pulled out your phone.

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