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lilacte · 4 years

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— SWEET REVENGE | HAWKS X READER

Pairings: Stepbrother! Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Stepsister! Reader Warnings: pseudo-incest, handjobs, cursing, mentions of violence(?), aphrodisiac, degradation(?), reader is mean lol, dubcon(?) A/N: I think this is terrible but ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯. Thank you @hawkssimp for inspiring me to write!

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You first meet him at your father and his mistress’ wedding. You were sixteen at the time and he was eighteen. From afar, he flashed you a small smile which you returned with a scowl.

You already hated him.

He was, after all, the child of the woman responsible for your parents’ failed marriage.

Your father was already busy with his new wife, dancing with her, completely ignoring your existence. Irritated, you step outside the reception and walk to the balcony.

Finally some peace and quiet, or so you thought.

“(Y/N)!” Hearing your name called, you look behind to see Keigo greeting you with a warm smile on his face. It was as if he forgot your harsh treatment towards him a while ago.

“Hey! I can’t believe we're going to be family now. You’re the tennis prodigy! I’m a huge fan of yours! My name is Keigo! But my close friends call me Hawks! You can call me Hawks too, if you want.”

He extends his hand towards you but you smacked it away harshly.

“I don’t want to be close to you. I don’t want to talk to you. Get away from me, I don’t associate with lowly people like you.” You turn to leave, disgusted to be even near him.

Keigo’s torrid fingers latched onto your wrist, preventing you from leaving. Your eyes meet his desperate stare as he gazes at you, hesitating to find the right words to say.

“Wait. I didn’t mean to offend-”

You reach out, softly placing your fingers on his hand, before forcibly removing his grip off of you.

“I did not give you permission to touch me. Next time you try touching me again, I’ll break your fingers with a hammer.” You give him a sickly sweet smile, before walking away.

Two years have passed, yet you still avoid Keigo like a plague. Though it doesn’t seem to discourage him from interacting with you. Every time he approached you with a happy smile- as if he was excited to see you, you’d always act like he didn’t exist.

He was the epitome of a perfect child in your father’s eyes. And you despised him for that. You got better grades than him and already have a bright future ahead in the world of tennis. What's so special about him that you don’t have?

You were having dinner with the rest of the family when your dad spoke.

“You’re going to New York this Saturday, right?”

You nod, uninterested. Slicing the steak into bits, you savor the taste as it melts in your mouth.

Your dad wipes his lips with the napkin, “Why don’t you bring Hawks to New York with you? He can watch you play in the tournament. Your player box is usually empty.”

That’s because you barely go to my games.

Your step-mother chimes in, her chin propped on one hand, a saccharine smile on her lips.

“Yes. Why don’t you bring Hawks with you? Use that time to get to know your brother.”

This fucking bitch.

“With Keigo? Why?” You scoff, annoyed at the suggestion.

You spare a glance towards Keigo, but he is unusually quiet and looking down at his plate with a pout.

An idea popped inside your head and the ends of your lip curl up briefly before going back to your usual stoic demeanor.

You pretend to sigh in annoyance and run a hand through your [H/C] locks before glancing at your father. “I'm sure he can still come with me, unless he's busy of course.”

Keigo looks up to you, golden eyes shining brightly in excitement. “I'm not busy! I’m glad we can finally hang out. Let’s have a great time.”

You stare at him, smirking slightly. "Let's have a great time, brother."

You and Keigo finally arrived at your New York Penthouse after a 15-hour flight and 1-hour drive of being stuck in traffic. You were busy preparing dinner while your step-brother was showering. You took the vial out of your pocket and slipped the transparent liquid into his drink. Hiding it immediately in your pocket just as your step-brother entered the kitchen.

“You’re sleeping in my room tonight.”

Keigo chokes and you stare at him. “You birdbrain. I have an extra mattress. You’re sleeping on the floor. I only have one bedroom in my penthouse.”

Liar.

He scratches the back of his neck, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Okay. I’m fine with that. Also, can you call me Hawks instead? We’re a family now.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Listen, I didn’t bring you here because I liked you, okay? Stop being so stupid and annoying. Tsk, I’m going to shower. Eat your food before it gets cold.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you moving past him to get to your room, smirking as you pass by him.

I can’t wait for tonight.

You were “sleeping” peacefully when you heard a strangled whimper on Keigo’s side of the room. You looked over at him, his back was facing you.

It worked.

His hand was moving vigorously underneath the fuzzy blanket.

“Ah-ahh, I’m close- (Y/N)- ahhh-”

“You birdbrain what are you doing?” you call out innocently.

There was a strained silence. He pants heavily before answering, “Nothing! Just... Go back to sleep, please.”

You pulled the blanket off your body and stalked towards him quietly. You kneel down behind him and swiftly removed the blankets away that was covering him.

Keigo was partially naked, his shirt the only clothing on him. His hand was on the base of his cock, pre-cum dripping around his tip.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you drawl. He looks away from you and covers his face with his hands.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! My body suddenly felt hot! I just-! Please go back to sleep!”

You don’t answer him but grab onto his pulsing cock instead. Pumping him up and down slowly, teasingly.

“Aren’t you a naughty one, Hawks?” you purr.

He gasps from the sudden contact.

“Were you touching yourself because of me? That’s disgusting, Hawks. You need to be punished.”

You let go of his aching cock. You sit down onto his mattress and force him to sit in between your legs, his back facing you. One of your arms rests around his waist, fingers gripping harshly onto his hip as you pull him closer to your chest. You give a slow, deliberate kiss onto his soft neck and he whines in response, leaning into you, tilting his neck to give you better access.

“Are you going to tell our parents’ about this?” you coax sweetly into his ear.

You spit on your palm and began pumping his thick member up and down teasingly.

“No… no I won’t. Ngh….. haa..” Hawks grips onto your arm that was wrapped around his waist, biting onto his lip to stifle a moan from your touch.

You tighten your arms around him, nibbling on his ears. His back arches, legs parting in anticipation.

He let his head fall against your shoulder as you continue to caress him, increasing the pace. Another moan reverberated through his body.

“So this is the Hawks that my father praises a lot. What would he think when he learns that you touched yourself because of me, your little sister, hmm?” you mocked condescendingly, enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch.

“You’re so dirty. Just like your mother. Are you a dirty whore just like your mother?” you whisper gently into his ear, planting rough kisses on his nape before trailing down to his shoulder, leaving them bruised.

“I’m a dirty whore like my mother.” As you playfully rub his pulsating member, making him cry in frustration.

You hum in dissatisfaction. “Tsk, tsk. Louder, Hawks.”

“I’m a dirty whore just like my mother! Please, I need more! Fuck! Just like that! Just like that! Faster! Ngh!” He bucks his hip up into your heated touch, to apply more pressure building in his lower abdomen.

“Would you like to come, Hawks?” Your tongue connects with his lips. Licking the side of his mouth, with drool trickling down his lips. Hawks shudders at the sensation and nods. Becoming more incoherent as your tantalizing touch wrecks his state of mind.

“Pl… please! I can’t… anymore. Let me- Ngh… Ah!” he begs, hips thrusting faster against your intoxicating touch to match with the friction. His loud moans and occasional breathy cry resonating inside the room.

Your left hand moves from his waist to his forehead as you draw him closer to your shoulder. He raises his head and stares at you, his gaze frenzied. Sweat glistened from his flushed skin, mouth agape with drool oozing from the ends of his lips. His head was spinning from the pleasure, body tense and quivering, tears coming out of the corners of his eyes.

Laughing condescendingly at Hawks teary eyes, you slow your strokes purposely, giving his tip an occasional gentle rub with your thumb. You wrap your legs around his thighs to spread them apart.

“No! It’s too much... I need too- Ahh… Hah..” Hawks cries breathlessly.

You smirk, “Then beg for it.”

A strangled moan escapes his mouth as Hawks tried to squirm out of your grip but to no avail. Between your tight grip onto his thighs, one of your hands on his forehead, and another on his cock, there was no escape.

“I’m a dirty slut! Please just let me come! I need to come! Ngh!”

Deciding that you’ve tormented Hawks long enough, you tightened your fingers around his erect member and fastened your pace.

“You can come now.” You purr as you continue to rub his throbbing cock, his face contorting in a mixture of pain and euphoria.

Hawks let out a loud cry, bucking his hips into the air, as you felt his cock twitch and his body tremble from his release. His hot cum leaking continuously from his throbbing member, and shooting right into your hand and onto the mattress.

His chest rises and falls as he tries to calm his exhausted body down. You remove yourself from him and lay his head down on a pillow. The corners of your lips curl up, a smug grin written on your face. You felt satisfied of what you've done, wiping the cum from your hand and onto his shirt before smoothing his golden hair back.

Cupping his cheeks gently, you kiss his sweaty temple, muttering a soft “Good boy.”

You stand up from your position to grab your phone from the bedside table.

“Smile for the camera, Hawks.”

You open your camera to snap a picture of Hawks. His body pulsating, cheeks burning, saliva dripping from his bruised lips and in all his glory was his shaft coated with his cum.

He’s a fucking hot mess.

He did as you requested, and with wild eyes and a huge grin, he stuck out his tongue, and held two fingers up in a V sign pose.

Texting your step-mother, you attached the picture and wrote.

“Hawks and I are having such a great time! Thank you for suggesting a brother and sister bonding time! Who knew Hawks was such a good boy? ;)”

You hit send and a wicked grin forms on your lips.

You glance at Hawks only to see that his cock is still hard and leaking. The aphrodisiac still in effect.

“Shall we try for Round 2?”

Five weeks later you and Hawks are back home.

The dinner table is quiet except your Father, who was happily talking about his golfing trip with some politicians.

“Oh! How was your trip to New York? Did you enjoy your stay Hawks?” Your father asked.

Your step-mother is silent and unable to meet your eyes.

Hawks nods, as his cheeks redden. “I enjoyed the trip. It was fun. I’d like to go with her again… if possible.”

You place your chin on your open palm, a sly smirk forming on your lips.

“I showed him all the ins and outs of New York. I’m sure he enjoyed every minute of it. Thank you again, mother, for suggesting the trip.”

Your step-mother chokes and glances at you, tears welling in her eyes.

“N-no problem. I-I’m glad you guys e-enjoyed the trip.” she stutters, startled at the unexpected response you gave her.

Your father glances at you and Hawks before he laughs heartily.

He claps his hands together in happiness, “I’m so glad you guys are getting closer! This deserves a celebration! How about some champagne?”

You eyed Hawks knowingly as you spoke.

“Why don’t you and mom celebrate it instead? I need to unpack first. Hawks, why don’t you help me unpack in my room? I’m sure we can have our own dessert later?”

Your stepmom glares at you, anger and defeat evident in her expression.

Hawks stands up from his seat and follows you out of the dining room. Ensuring that both of you are out of sight, you draw him close to you. Fingers delicately cupping around his jaw and thumb grazing over the corner of his lips you give him a gentle, teasing kiss.

“Shall we continue with dessert?”

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #mha hawks #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks bnha #takami keigo #bnha smut #mha smut #my hero academia #hawks x you #boku no hero academia #wing hero hawks

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rokupaopu · 4 years

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New video! :3 ❤

#keigo #keigo takami #bnha #editing #my hero academia #hawks #hawkssimp #baby bird #boku no hero academia

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tainted-wine · 4 years

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Do you recommend any blogs for Hawks content? Sorry if you don’t understand the request

I made a recommendation list a couple months ago, but since I’m on a creative recharge right now, I might as well update it to ensure that you guys are well fed!

***hawkssimp now goes by the name @lovekeigo

Now, if you’ll just follow me this way. There we go, that gentleman at the counter will take things from here. He’s been around for a long time; just ask him for his personal favorites.

(If anyone wants to be removed from the list, please let me know!)

@smutbardpeach - Ah, now here’s a poet with a way of words. The fact that I don’t even know how to describe the unique flow of their writing shows how booty I am with details compared to them. I mean it! Lovebirds: Adventures in Poetic Seduction is both a comical and elegant masterpiece with poetry that gives you giggles and butterflies. Go check out their grounded and wonderful interpretations of Hawks! And while you’re at it please read Truth in Wine because it’s the best Hizashi fic ever

@keilemlucent - Relationship scenarios, you say? You’ll find a wide variety here. The soft filth is to die for, but when there’s angst, it hits hard. And there’s so many wonderful pieces of Hawks and reader just...trying things, and there’s a domestic vibe to so much of it. Their ongoing fic Lavender Latte is a slow burn coffee shop AU that begins with fluffy interactions that have taught me more about coffee than I could have ever anticipated, but things escalate from there! But maybe you don’t want that. Maybe you just want Hawks to transform into an extra horny birdman that fucks you across the galaxy and back. Well, they have that too.

@keiqos - “Wine, why don’t you write Hawks as more submissive?” Cause I’m a subby bitch, that’s why. But fear not, someone else has you covered very well. Hoooo boy, thank you for opening my eyes to the world of such a vulnerable bird boi. And you hit those praise kinks so hard umph. I’d pick a favorite but WHERE DO I START. THAT MASTERLIST IS A FEAST THAT STRETCHES BEYOND THE FRIGGIN DINING ROOM. Discovering this blog was a bountiful harvest of sin.

@hawnks - Story. story story story. If you want some hurt/comfort in your Hawks sex, then stop right here. I know that they are a relatively new face around these parts, but damn did they come in swingin’. And those punches hit you right in the heart like dayum, I’ve been hit so hard I don’t think I’m even ready for the sex oh shit nevermind the sex is up next I’m hyped and horny. I’m ashamed to say that I have yet to get to Crawl Home to Me, but if the feedback is anything to go by, I’m missing out big time. DON’T BE LIKE ME. GO READ IT.

And here’s some stories from blogs that aren’t Hawks-centric.

Invasive Species by @pleasantanathema is my favorite yandere!Hawks fic. The growing tension as the exchanges go from sweet to worrying to holy shit...perfect pacing, man. Also there’s this EndHawks drabble that I have read way too many times and I’m gonna keep reading it until I’m getting spitroasted by flamedaddy and birb in my dreams. I’m sorry that I’m such an endhawks whore that keeps mentioning it during my rec posts.

Eh, no I’m not.

Now @tomurasprincess has-WOAH what the fuck I wasn’t ready for that awesome Halloween design on their blog. That shit’s crisp. Anyway, Aerie is a sweet treat for all of you Omegaverse lovers out there. And if you got a taste for more dark Hawks content, check out their other ficlets! And read their Shiggy content it’s chilling and amazing.

Over at the wonderful land of AO3, we have thorsty_borb. Yes, I’ve mentioned them before but I’m doing it again because they’re the shit. Their passion for worldbuilding in their AUs is so inspiring and really sucks you in. It’s clear that things aren’t being explained simply because they need to be, there’s just so much heart and enjoyment in every word. If you love fantasy AUs, and also don’t mind Hawks being a despicable dude, please give their “Seven Deadly Birds” series a look!

#asks #blog recs #hawks

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staytiny-angel · 3 years

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@sidonssapphire @axelwolf8109 I'm fine. This is fine. I'm only simping a little.

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shoutosteakettle · 4 years

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Could you do a few headcanons about Hawks in heat? Like you know how certain species do that? Tbh idk if birds do but if you could do something like that it’d be great!

word count: 1041

key: ☆,♤

a/n: so i did a little bit of extra research for this ask and i think that i should cite my sources? anyways, enjoy your headcanons for this horny bird!

bio: our bird is in heat

➯ Strap yourself in for a wild ride because, for the very, very long month of May, the only thought on this man's bird brain is *ahem* breeding the fuck out of you and other things, of course.

Protecting/Claiming His Territory

➯ When the two of you go out in public while he's going through his 'heat,' he will be super protective. You think that those shorts look nice on you, well Keigo thinks they show off too much of your ass (which to be fair, does belong to him). If he had a say in the way you dress, you'd be covered head to toe, like a catholic nun.

➯ When the two of you are walking around town, you're always by Keigo's side, and his wing halfway wrapped around you, protecting you from any potential threats and prying eyes. You would not want to be the guy that Keigo catches staring at you from across the coffee shop because he is for sure going to get jumped in the alleyway behind the shop.

➯ Throughout his period of 'heat,' Keigo will always insist that you smell like him so that the potential 'threats' will know who his angel belongs to. He'll ask that you wear his shirts or hoodies everywhere. You love wearing Keigo's clothes, but you have your own that you enjoy wearing, so you politely decline...the first time. Then the second time. By the tenth, you're having a screaming match throwing his clothes out from your closet and off the balcony. So when that doesn't work as a last-ditch effort, Keigo'll start spraying you with his cologne while you're asleep.

➯ Simple makeout sessions quickly turn into marking fests, leaving hickeys all over your neck in places where you cannot hide them. And sex, phshh - black and blue bruises, wounds that'll eventually turn into scars, and huge welts everywhere. You won't be able to leave the house without looking like you went head to toe with an MMA fighter.

➯ Just remember that you are Keigo's and no one else's, and you should be fine. But if you do forget, there will be hell to pay.

Courtship

➯ Daily flights become a regular thing. It's sweet, really, just the two of you and the warm colors of the sunset. It's the best thing to come out of this whole 'in heat' situation. Every once in a while, Keigo will set up a picnic atop your favorite building in Japan, and the two of you will spend the night just laughing, chatting, and making googly eyes at each other.

➯ Karaoke nights! Even though he's god, awful Keigo likes to sing with/to you, anything from rapping (mumbling) Drake songs to screeching Taylor Swift at the top of his lungs. He might even break out some of his signature Keigo dance moves and really set the party off!

➯ Blanket forts! It's always fun building forts with you and watching movies, talking, and messing around with you (and other things…). You could spend an eternity with him just talking and staring into his eyes, but usually, you have to spend half of the night rebuilding the forts because Keigo's wings never fail to knock the fort down.

➯ You'll find him wanting to take care of you, more so than usual, and doing the most simple things.

➯ Whenever you say, you're going to hop in the shower Keigo's right there with you, bottle of shampoo, and loofa in hand. He'll wash your hair for you, rinse you off, and do all the things you are perfectly capable of doing yourself.

➯ If you had a bad day at work, he's trying his best to make up for it, listening to you vent while working his magic with his special back and foot rubs.

➯ Cuddles forever include Keigo running his fingers through your hair, brushing the tangles and knots out, making sure his angel is looking 100% presentable.

➯ Every morning he'll cook breakfast for the two of you and leave your plate in the microwave and leave a sticky note on the glass, reminding you how much he loves you before he's off for work.

➯ Throughout May, Keigo's wings are always in a constant state of flux. He doesn't even realize he's doing it, and honestly, it's the cutest thing ever the way that he is constantly 'protecting his angel from the outside world' as he likes to say. Sometimes when he tries to walk through the doorway to his bedroom, his wings will get cough on either side, and he'll fall on his ass.

Mating

➯ Sex is fucking FEARL. Slow and sensual had been fucking thrown out the window, the only thing left is Keigo's intent to fill you to the very brim with his cum with the hopes of getting you pregnant.

➯ Positions you can look forward to being forced into include mating press. That's it. The mating press is the optimal position for pregnancy, and that is Keigo's only goal right now.

➯ I hope that you don't think three rounds enough to satisfy Keigo's needs. This man will break you. He doesn't care how many times you've already orgasmed, and he is not stopping until you're filled with his seed.

➯ Don't even think twice about wasting any. This is something Keigo will be super sadistic with, pinching your clit, knowing that your walls will involuntarily clench around nothing, forcing his cum out and effectively ruining his masterpiece. Now he has to start all over again to fix your mistake.

➯ The aftercare you're so accustomed to will surely falter because fucking you into oblivion even with his level of stamina is pretty tiring. Either which way you always, always fall asleep your head on his chest and him lying on his back, his wings'll cramp up in the morning, but it's always worth it for this moment spent between the two of you right before you fall asleep in his arms.

tag list: @loisfics & @hawkssimp (because hawks...duh)

#hawks x reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #keigo x reader

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creepsh · 4 years

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so lovely, it feels so right.

A/N: idk how this shit works but yeh here’s some angel hawks discovering sin, featuring an obliviously snoozing reader. originally posted on Ao3 & originally dedicated to + inspired by @hawkssimp.

warnings: non-con, somnophilia, loss of virginity, yandere-ish, delusional hawks

word count: 4.2k

Keigo was beginning to suspect you were catching on to his presence.

He hadn’t made himself officially known to you yet, but it was evident you were vaguely aware of his existence—as any human was with their guardian angel.

You, however… you were a tricky one. Perceptive.

You hadn’t committed any acts of sin—big or small—in an entire week, thus not requiring his guidance, his presence. He should technically be happy, but…

He was becoming suspicious.

Anxious, even.

It was some unknown hour of the night, where the moon was at its highest and odd, ancient energies were brimming within the air itself. Keigo had allowed himself into your room through your window, unlocking it with a mere wave of the hand. You were suddenly being so careful. Normally, he would be proud. His little human, being so diligent about her safety.

But now, he only felt a strange serpent of irritation coil in his gut. Were you trying to keep him away? He who worked so tirelessly for your ungrateful wellbeing?

Blasphemy.

You were nestled into your soft blankets, somehow on your side but also on your front, one leg stretched straight and tucked into the covers while the other was above, knee angled towards your chest. Your face was partially smooshed into squishy pillows, lips slightly parted to allow gentle, deep breaths to escape. Drool gleamed at the corner of your mouth. You were out cold, dreaming little dreams of faraway lands and blissfully ignorant to reality.

Keigo suddenly forgot every initial reason for his visit, sour mood immediately abolished upon seeing such an adorable sight. You had him utterly wrapped around your finger, and yet you were none the wiser. He would do anything for you.

You stirred slightly—as if sensing his vicinity, even within the heavy throes of slumber—and that golden gaze fell to the junction of your legs, where your movement was most pronounced. Your shorts, loose and airy for maximum comfort, were entirely ridden up, allowing a completely unbidden view of your bare cleft and the slopes of soft cheeks. You had apparently foregone panties tonight.

Just like that, the snake in his gut took on a different guise; one he couldn’t quite identify—one more carnal of nature. It relocated, intertwining with the notches of his ribs, seizing control of his lungs.

He hadn’t even realized he was sitting beside you now, leaning over you so his hands were planted on either side of your head, eagerly drinking in your obliviousness to the corded instruments of God’s will caging you in. That’s right, he had a very specific reason for being here tonight.

Keigo did not understand the things that he felt, but when he was with you, looking at you, everything felt so, so wickedly clear. He was here to give you his guidance, after all.

Yes, he thought, as he slotted himself into your immobile form like a puzzle piece. This was just another form of guidance, was it not? A learning experience, to better his trusted counsel for his most cherished charge. With the knowledge he gained, he would smother any embers of sin before they even sparked, he was sure of it.

For that was his sworn duty—his sole purpose.

“Purpose,” he muttered quietly, unmarred digits lazily burning a path up your arm while he battled with his own thoughts. A diminutive noise escaped you, possibly a byproduct of the dream you were having, and his internal conflict dissolved upon hearing the sacred sound, delivered to his ears only. Those lazy caresses quickly altered their tune, becoming greedy and fervent in their exploration.

If only he knew, how his presence seeped into your dreams, warping them into shadowy thickets and spindly, grasping fingers of naked tree branches.

Another sound, louder and more lucid this time, and he had to physically shake himself from his hazy reverie when the ever-attentive half of his divine wisdom reminded him how easily some humans, you specifically, could be roused.

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, inhaling deep and indulgently, before exhaling hotly into your ear, “Dream of me, my love. Let it be good.”

Incubi were just a subcategory of his fallen brethren, so it stood to reason that angels had a modicum of influence over dreams as well.

His voice was already hoarse and thick with desire, but that echo of cloying ethereality ensured it traveled deep within you, to the very depths of your soul. You would not be waking up—not without his permission.

So you continued to dream, the encroaching light of the waking world snuffed out entirely. The scratchy, grasping branches became actual hands, soft and warm, sensual and reassuring. They mirrored his to perfection, in appearance and intention. You sighed softly, head rolling back and into the nook of his shoulder, as if it had every sense to be there. And to him, it truly did.

Satisfied that you would be preoccupied mentally, he finally allowed his tightly leashed urges to run amok.

Keigo latched himself to your neck in clueless determination, mouth taking in your flesh without a hint of indecision. He had no idea where to put his hands; all he knew was he wanted them everywhere. And everywhere they would be.

His fingers stroked a path of fire down the length of your body, touch-hungry digits pressingly greedily into the malleable meat of your thigh, before anchoring in its suppleness so he could roll you to your back from your bent leg.

He swung a leg over your supine form, glowing eyes charged with brimming immortal energy as he straddled you. Your shirt had ridden up with his hurried maneuvering, and he eyed the sliver of your exposed tummy like it was the key to divinity itself. He scooted back, snowy wings twitching in excitement as you cradled him with your creamy thighs.

That impossibly vast mind suddenly felt tiny, as he simply did not know where to begin. He’s never been in such a predicament before. He was aware of what mortals did when they got ‘together’, but he was never keen on the specifics. He never cared.

Not until now.

He glanced at your chest, and gleefully decided he would start there, pushing your loose shirt up and over your head, leaving it bunched at your elbows. You hadn’t only forgone panties tonight, it seems.

Keigo licked his lips, unable to look elsewhere as those rosy buds topping your plush mounds immediately pebbled due to the electrically charged atmosphere in the room. He didn’t waste any time pondering their taste, quickly leaning forward to pop one into his mouth with feverish exuberance. His mouth opened to pant wetly against your breast, tongue laving in circles as one hand tended to the nipple not occupied by his mouth, the other slithering to the waistband of your shorts.

He made only a few brief attempts to wiggle them down your thighs, but to little avail did they budge. Right, he was kind of in the way of those.

Huffing in exasperated impatience, he leaned back, grasping your legs behind the knees and pressing them against your chest. He easily held them together with just one hand, the other quickly snaking down to jerk once more at the back of your waistband, and this time the testy shorts thankfully abided by his whims. He had more than half a mind to rip the flimsy material in two, but that would probably raise you some head-scratching questions in the morning, so it was a good thing he held out. He left them bunched at your knees, similar to your shirt. He would probably perish if he spent even a moment longer fiddling with your clothing and not the long-awaited prize that lay beneath.

If Keigo was awestruck by the sight of your bare breasts, then he was utterly mesmerized by the flawless presentation that was your pure, untouched pussy. He thinks he might have whined at the sight—he wasn’t entirely sure, but it was a safe bet that he had.

He was supposed to be the perfect being, and yet here you were, exposed and nubile, making him question his entire existence. Guidance, right? Yeah, he was supposed to be guiding you.

He gulped, swallowing thickly as he lowered himself until he was face-to-face with your glistening core, readying himself for optimal guiding. Combined with his naturally gifted touch and lust-charged dreams, your cunt was ripe and ready for harvest, and he absolutely could not wait to sample the fruit. Not for anything in the world. Not even his father.

His mouth melded with your syrupy folds before he could comprehend the thought of what he was even doing, lapping at your juices like it was the sacred ambrosia only offered to those of heavenly status, moaning obscenely all the while. No—this is better, he dizzily declared to himself. They don’t know what they’re missing up there, sitting high and mighty in that gilded palace he wasted far too much time in.

You were so cute, all twisted up in your clothes and dripping so sweetly for him, your soft, mousy moans joining his unapologetically loud slurps in their journey out your window and into the tenebrous night. He could feast on your essence until the end of time, if he were able. A tiny voice lurking in the rapidly expanding, shadowy alcoves of his mind suggested he sneak you some ambrosia one day just so he could.

His hand was still clutching your knees together, knuckles whitening with the otherworldly force he was withholding squeezing them together. He crooned at your whimper of pain, incisors gently scraping over your buzzing clit. His free hand kneaded your squishy ass roughly before walking a wicked path inward and up, two digits instinctively poised to trace over your fluttering, weeping hole. He was certain that was a gasp that just escaped your adorably quivering lips, just now.

He sincerely hoped your dream was as nice as what he was having.

Keigo’s eyes fluttered, a weightless sensation overcoming him as he slid those long fingers in, and in, and in. He wasn’t even licking you anymore, just mouthing at your pink flesh as he pumped into you like he had a vendetta against your poor pussy. The salacious squelches accompanying his every movement had his wings unfolding from his back, hanging over you in a display that would be extremely intimidating, were you awake to behold it.

Initially, he hadn’t acknowledged the foreign sensation of tightness in his groin, or the lack of space he suddenly had in his pants. He hadn’t intended to, content to devour you until the sun made its unwelcome entrance and then abscond to his ivory tower in the clouds; reminisce over your taste until the next night, where he would do it all over again. And again. And again.

But then, you had done something unexpected, throwing a cog into the whirring gears of his typically ironclad will—now rendered more fragile than the creature that was caged in his very grip.

You moaned his name.

He genuinely hadn’t expected that, something he only dared to imagine in his most sacred of fantasies, to grace his unworthy ears. He groaned in response, fingers freezing inside you as his hips rutted against your bed as if he were a filthy, lowly animal. He released his grip on your legs to grasp at the covers beneath you, the audible sound of tearing resounding in the otherwise tense silence.

It feels good. Why does it feel good?

His pretty eyes were wide and frightened; he felt like his father would appear at this very moment, and ruthlessly strip him of his holiness right there and then.

For a moment, he could merely sit and process, before slowly removing his drenched fingers from your gummy wetness. Silent with newfound resolution, he arose from his prone position between your thighs, tugging your shorts over the rest of your legs and tossing them over his shoulder, a tingling sense of finality settling in his gut.

Your legs spread lewdly wide upon being freed from their fibrous prison, and he released a shaky exhale at the alluring sight as he forced his pants over the carved jut of his hips, finally freeing his painfully erect cock.

He didn’t want to ponder what the viscous fluid beading at the tip was, or why his balls were warm and tingling as if they wanted to expel something, he just wanted this feeling to go away—

And he had a good idea on how to do it, marveling at your pulsing slit as if it was ferocious beast that intended to devour him whole.

Oh, for some reason… he hoped it would.

His wings were trembling, elegant white feathers vibrating at indiscernible frequencies as he grabbed your thighs once more, wrapping them loosely around his lean waist with a tenderness betraying the unbridled ardor coursing through his ancient veins. He hadn’t a clue as to how any of this worked…

But, by his father’s name, he was going to find out.

Keigo gazed at your face with a disturbingly rapt focus, blown pupils allowing only slivers of that hauntingly luminescent gold to shine upon you, draping himself over you as if seeking to fuse your bodies together from groin to torso. Just the sensation of your puffy, fluttering lips hugging the underside of his twitching length had the remaining fragments of his rational thought bursting in a brilliant shower of glittering dust.

His plump cockhead poked at your small, drippy hole like it had an agenda of its own; a few teasing thrusts inward testing just how far your virtue would allow him to go before snapping like a rubber band. You whimpered plaintively, as if mourning the purity soon to depart from you forever, never to return.

Keigo purred sweetly against your grimacing lips, “We’ll be each other’s first. First and only.”

And without preamble, he thrust forward, your rhythmically pulsating walls beckoning him all the way to the gates of your womb in one shot. He was just sizable enough to be nearly too much for you, stretching you to your absolute limit and yet fitting as if you were custom made, just for him.

Perhaps you were. Perhaps every human was meticulously crafted for their chosen angel, compatible in every way, shape or form.

“Oh,” he breathed, eyes wide and jaw slack with perverse pleasure as you squeaked beneath him, squeezing him even tighter, if it were even possible. “Oh my Lord, please forgive me. It—it feels so good.” He trembled above you, biceps straining to keep himself aloft—to not crush you entirely with his deceptively fatal mass. Angels were a lot heavier than they looked.

It was a struggle even removing himself, to slide out of your sloppy, honeyed vice for even a moment. He felt like he would legitimately die if he were out of you for even a second. It felt so right, when he fucked back into you, your velvety folds inviting him back in like he had left for a millennia. You felt so right. Why did this feel so right?

He was going to lose his mind—over a human’s pussy, no less. Since when did he refer to female genitalia as that word? Where did he even learn it? It felt like you were literally sucking the sense out of him through his dick. Was this truly what mortals called pleasure? No wonder they were sinning all the damn time. It was fucking great.

No, an inherent part of his very being, crumbling with every forward thrust of his hips, cried out in protest. He had to stop soon; he must, because he wasn’t quite sure of what would become of him if he didn’t. This was sinning, wasn’t it? This was sinning.

Yes, he promised himself he would stop soon... Just — just a little bit longer couldn’t hurt any more than it already has…?

As if that were the most sensible idea he had in all of his eternal existence, he hissed in vulgar satisfaction, ramping up the speed of his thrusts by nearly tenfold. His head thumped heavily into the crook of your neck, as if the muscles in his neck ceased operating in order to reroute every drop of his energy into driving that divine cock in and out of you at maximum tempo. Your legs bounced steadily against his lower back due to the bone-rattling thrusts, forcing choppy little wheezes from your sleep-slackened mouth upon each impact.

Your hips gyrated in small, mindless movements, seemingly swept up in the tide of his lusty whims and overlapping layers of fabricated reality. As far as you were concerned, a hunky blonde was giving it to you good in a lush, secluded garden—embracing you like you were the only woman in the world. How ironic.

Wet, ruddy lips found themselves on your chest once more, suckling your swollen buds like they expected a milky treat—a pitiful huff when they denied him such an indulgence. He moaned helplessly into your soft tits, yearning very much so to squeeze the doughy mounds of fat but his hands were fused to your ass, driving you into his frenetic undulations with enough force to have your bedsprings shriek for mercy.

When Keigo felt the stirrings of something in his gut, deliciously slicked abdominals tensing as molten heat pooled low to simmer deep in his groin, his rapidly fading sanctity could only watch in horror as he willingly succumbed to feral instinct; something his supposedly superior nature had never once known before.

“I love you,” he whispered reverently, speech slurred due to the rapidly dwindling light of his sane mind, and raised a shaky hand to stroke your face like it was the fuel for his existence. In an essence, it was.

The dark, wispy voice from before was quite louder now, sitting at the forefront of his mind and dictating each of his actions henceforth. It exuded darkness like a black hole, tangible and thick like oily tar, dripping into every crease of his brain and down his spinal column, effortlessly merging with the cells in his golden bloodstream like the perfect virus. It told him to pull out, and flip you onto your stomach, for some reason.

So that Keigo did. His feathers ruffled and fluffed at the obscene squelch following his exit from your sorely abused cunt, drenched length slapping against his abdomen lewdly while he promptly rolled you to your front. Why he was doing this, he had no idea, but the guttural growl that crawled past clenched pearly whites at the sight indicated it was a good choice.

He hadn’t bothered to spend much more time admiring your presented form, hands latching onto your hips like handle bars and sliding home in a single, shuddering exhale. He tossed his head back, lost in the sensation of pulpy walls caressing his throbbing veins, of his tight balls smacking against your wet, voracious pussy.

What a spectacle he made: a holy creature, a literal symbol of faith and protection, humping away into an unconscious human with utterly profane intention. Perhaps if he weren’t so engrossed in the suctioning slickness that enveloped his turgid cock, he would notice the dimmed flickering of his oddly skewed halo, or the scarlet hue slowly bleeding into his formerly pristine feathers. A holy creature… not much longer.

That foreign feeling from before returned with a vengeance, spreading through his loins like a wildfire and gathering in his aching balls like a loaded gun. Inside, inside. Do it inside, the voice goaded with tempting silkiness, trailing over his shoulder now instead of in his head.

Do… do what inside?

You know. You know, it snarled into his ear. Don’t play coy.

Keigo shook his head vehemently, blonde strands falling from their immaculate placement to dust over tightly furrowed brows and scrunched eyes. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t.

Oh, but a sick, budding part of him did—wanting so dearly to plant his virile seed in your womb, to deliberately breed an abomination of your union, an amalgamation of your forbidden love. How perfect would that be? You would be so happy, he was sure of it.

That thought alone, of your belly swollen with his child, body sweetened and ripened from his semen, was what released the floodgates. An unholy torrent of sizzling cum climbs its way from his palpitating testes and up his dick, spewing out his dilated slit to collect in the mushy pocket of your cervix. His hips continued to mindlessly jackhammer through his first ever orgasm, raunchy smacks of skin on skin bouncing off the walls, eyes rolled back into the vacant emptiness of his skull as he could only endure the overwhelming sensation of emptying everything he had into your spongy cunt.

Too lost in his own euphoria, your groggy, bewildered gasp of surprise fell upon deaf ears as you were ruthlessly yanked from your slumber; your hopelessly confused, sleep addled brain experienced but a fractional moment of mind-melting, toe-curling rapture, before giving out entirely and succumbing to the reassuring embrace of your dreams once more, face falling flat on your pillows. You wouldn’t remember anything, but your body would. The sensation of an impossibly flawless cock soaked in its own creamy sperm, rutting into you languidly, would be forever tattooed onto your subconscious, tainting the peace of your day-to-day living forevermore.

The sound of a metallic clatter abruptly pulled Keigo from his pussy induced trance, blown-out pupils immediately shrinking to beastly pinpricks as they sought the source of intrusion, those terrifyingly large wings flared wide in threat and alarm.

The source of the noise was none other than his halo, dull and rusted, spinning in circles on your floor. Not on his head, where it kinda should be.

He deliberately blinked a few times, hunched and breathing heavily over your prone form, not quite understanding what he was seeing. It was then he caught sight of his wings in his peripheral, and his pounding heartbeat stuttered in its rhythm.

Before, his feathers were so white they almost seemed to exude an unearthly light. Now, they were red—so red they looked like they were stained by human blood, an aura of darkness exuding from them that almost seemed to repel light itself. It was an undeniable symbol of the transgression he had just committed.

He had sinned. Partaken in mortal flesh. Defiled what he was honorably tasked to preserve. And he enjoyed it—every bit of it.

Keigo wordlessly glanced out your open window and at the clouds littering the night sky, angry thunder rumbling far off in the distance. Of course he would be watching. Father was always watching. It was foolish to think he could ever pull a fast one over that crotchety old fuck, even if he was the fastest among his brothers and sisters—or former brothers and sisters, he should say.

He had fallen, it seems, but not in the traditional sense.

A soft, sleepy mewl brought Keigo’s attention back to female beneath him, blissfully dead to the world and the ex-heavenly entity still hilted within her.

His stony expression melted into a smile, just you in your entirety enough to abolish any worries plaguing him. So he fell. It didn’t matter—not anymore. Not when he had his reason for being curled up against him, attached to his lap like you were always meant to be.

He sighed softly, stroking your back with a sickeningly loving tenderness, content to deal with the repercussions of his actions later. Right now, nothing could possibly ruin this moment for him. He wouldn’t allow it.

Perhaps it would be wise to ease you into things, rather than thrusting it upon you all at once and risk short-circuiting your fragile mortal brain in the process. There was a delicate balance to these things, humans especially, and Keigo was nothing if not determined to make it work.

Yes, he decided, as sinewy arms slithered around your midsection and pulled you into his damp chest, rolling the two of you on your sides, carefully tucking his wings into his back all the while. He will make it work.

An odd sense of lethargy overcame him, a feeling that the immortal had not experienced before. Sleep was something he hadn’t required before, but now he found himself unable to resist the alluring spell blanketing his mind. Maybe he’d allow himself one last indulgence for the time being…

Hours later, warm morning rays roused you from what felt like a death-like sleep. You blinked blearily at your surroundings while sluggishly processing the lead weight feeling in your limbs. Why did you feel like you just ran three triathlons back to back?

Groaning like death itself had a hold of you, you weakly reached for your bedside table, smacking your dried lips together, wanting nothing more than a fat gulp of water in that moment.

Expecting to feel cool glass against your trembling digits, you were bewildered to find something decidedly softer in your grasp instead.

A single, crimson feather. Elegant yet suspiciously large, and utterly without flaw. Perhaps it was your morning brain playing tricks on you, but it almost seemed to… bend light around it?

“Huh… neat,” you shrugged simply, before setting it back on the table, not pondering it further in favor of throwing the covers from your body and hunting down the nearest faucet to shove your face under. God, you were thirsty.

Wait. Where were your pants?

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