tw: smut! overstimulation, male ahegao, spit swallowing, do tell if i missed any!
does anybody else think about pro-hero hawks in there on the bed with you in the cow girl position.
you‘ve ridden him with all your might and now his hands are gripping your ass like a fucking vice. his face is blissed out after you‘ve brought out his fourth load of the night.
he‘s surely near overstimulated as he whispers your name underneath his panted breath. sweet calls of your name as he swallows the mix of yours and his saliva.
but you don‘t stop there.
you start riding him once again with your hands now on the headboard, your lust filled eyes looking at him tauntingly as his golden ones widen. there‘s a whine that leaves past his swollen lips as the hold on your ass becomes weak.
but he hasn‘t said the safe word, so you continue.
with every downward movement, his face becomes more and more dumbed out. his eyes are half lidded with hearts on the pupils, his tongue poking out more and more. an abundance of his whines growing higher in pitch with every thrust.
for such a fucked out, overstimulated baby you‘d think he‘d beg you to stop or for him to simply allow you to take over.
but he doesn‘t. it surprises you that he even is still thrusting upwards matching your speed to meet your hole even though his cock is pouring cum with every twitch.
don‘t worry though, he isn‘t broken, you haven‘t broken him in yet. because if you have, he surely would be bending himself over and spreading his own cheeks with the pleas of “please fuck me!” leaving past his lips.
◦ he was rubbing the tip of his dick over ur pussy without putting it in
◦asshole
“keigo, please, put it in already !” you were getting annoyed. he’s been teasing you for like 5 minutes and it didn’t look like he wanted to stop. he was hovering over you his dick so close, so close to finally giving you what you wanted, but hawks was an ass. “baby you gotta beg some more if you really want it, you know”
warnings: yandere elements (drugging, kidnapping, all the things that happen in a bad wattpad story lol), violence, killing/death, blood, eventual smut, mention of rutting, possessiveness, slight manga spoilers
a/n: misery by maroon 5 is my current brain rot rn don’t ask. also @innocentnymph plzzz be awake and treat this as a gift
Keigo Tamaki hates it when people wastes his time.
His whole being is built on being fast. His time at the Commission, his hero career, and now his empire— he gained it all quickly without hardly ruffling his feathers. He sinks his talons in and moves on. His morning routine takes him exactly 15 minutes, he can kill with a snap of his fingers, and, hell, he can fucking fly.
So when this slow-talking imbecile, who is clearly sweating through his suit, babbles during his business meeting, Keigo can’t help but be annoyed.
warnings: yandere elements (drugging, kidnapping, all the things that happen in a bad wattpad story lol), violence, killing/death, blood, eventual smut, mention of rutting, possessiveness, slight manga spoilers
a/n: misery by maroon 5 is my current brain rot rn don’t ask. also @innocentnymph plzzz be awake and treat this as a gift
Keigo Tamaki hates it when people wastes his time.
His whole being is built on being fast. His time at the Commission, his hero career, and now his empire— he gained it all quickly without hardly ruffling his feathers. He sinks his talons in and moves on. His morning routine takes him exactly 15 minutes, he can kill with a snap of his fingers, and, hell, he can fucking fly.
So when this slow-talking imbecile, who is clearly sweating through his suit, babbles during his business meeting, Keigo can’t help but be annoyed.
Keigo thrums his neat nails against the table before glancing out the window, sighing under his breath. The weather was chilly— quite cloudy for Musutafu with wcool breeze weaving its way rbetween skyscrapers. Cars slowly push through the busy streets, people bustling on the sidewalks. Though he’s on the highest floor, Keigo can still see the details of each individual person with his hawk-like vision. Mindlessly, with his hand balancing up his head, he follows them as they walk down blocks, open doors for one other, laugh at a joke—
The fuck?
Keigo’s breath catches. He glances up— to make sure that no one has noticed the way his eyes widened like saucers— before he dips his attention back down, back to the girl he didn’t think he’d ever see again. Back to you.
You’re sitting outside a coffee shop, even though it’s seemingly too cold to do so. Your brows are pulled down in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read something on your phone. An index finger is busy looping around the rim of your teacup. You put your phone down before lifting the cup, lips pouting slighly to blow over it before taking a hesitant sip. It must be satisfactory, since you give the tiniest sliver of a smile before drinking more.
He’d forgotten about you. But not anymore.
“Hawks?”
Keigo jerks his head back up. “Yeah, yeah. Just have it done.”
He has no idea what he’s agreeing to. But he does know what he’s sinking his talons into next.
Someone is watching you.
You’ve felt a heavy gaze following you since your visit to the coffee shop, even as you headed to the hospital for work. You glance around the halls cautiously, not sure what to expect. A ghost, maybe?
“There you are!”
You jump as a hand slaps your back, but your nerves quickly settle at the sight of a familiar face. “Hey, Natsu.”
Natsuo grins but his face falls as he notices your tense state. “What’s wrong?”
“Nah, it’s…” You wave it off. “What did you need to call me in for?”
His expression becomes grim.
Natsuo Todoroki is inarguably your favorite person in the world. During incredibly long shift of dealing with grumpy and angry patients, Natsuo is the one who makes you smile through it. You’d think he’d have the opposite of a cooling quirk with the way he warms the hospital.
To see him this upset about something that isn’t his father makes you sick to your stomach.
“There’s been this string of patients coming in.” Natsuo says as he leads you down the hall. “And, well, they’re all the same— lowly criminals. Not anything we haven’t seen before.”
You digest his words. “Another gang fight?”
“We aren’t sure yet. The police is working with us, but the markings on them are what’s off.”
“Stab wounds?”
“You’d think.” Natsuo opens the doors to the sectioned-off portion of the ICU— which was already a bad sign that he was bringing you in here— and you immediately freeze at the sight.
5 of the beds have a host wrapped in the heaviest of bandages around their necks, yet blood still seeps through the cloth to give it a pink tint. The wrists of each patient are clinked into handcuffs, but it seems satirical with the unconscious state of the criminals.
The hum of shallow breaths and heart monitors fogs your brain. “What the fuck?”
Natsuo clears his throat before lowering his voice to a whisper. “Every single one of them had their carotid arteries slashed. There were 12 of them. We couldn’t save the other 7 and they were sent for an autopsy.”
You swallow. “And?”
“They thought it was a knife but they couldn’t match the markings to an exact weapon. Maybe it’s some weird knife quirk, I don’t know. I asked Shoto but he hasn’t found anything in the system.”
Your hand inadvertently drifts to your own neck, feeling for the pulsing vein with the tips of your fingers. “How’d the killer manage to nick all of them in the right spot?”
Natsuo narrows his eyes. “That’s what’s freaking me out. There’s only one wound on each patient and it always hit the artery.”
He jerks his head back out the door and you follow, quite anxious to leave the room anyway.
“The police and heroes are trying to keep this under wraps, until they find more information. But I’m telling all the staff anyway for safety reasons. The fact is that there’s a skilled killer on the loose.”
Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. “What do we do?”
Natsuo pulls together the smallest of a smile. You can tell that he’s faking it to ease away your worry, which does make your heart melt at his graciousness but does nothing to stop you from internally panicking. “All we can do is to stay safe, that’s all.”
You went home soon after, since you had the whole week off before your next shit. Yet, you stayed in your apartment for the next few days, sheltered for the sake of your safety. A few texts from Natsuo revealed that three more people were brought into the ICU with the same wound. You promptly turned off your phone and triple-checked every lock in your apartment.
When you finally got called back into work, you distracted yourself with your job. Shrieking patients in pain only dulling down after you place a gentle hand on theirs, your quirk resolving the issue within seconds. Yet, the nagging fear in the back of your mind of the serial killer roaming the streets of Mustafu makes you lose a track of time. One patient turns into forty until you realize just how much you’ve overused your abilities.
“Hey, why don’t you go home?” Natsuo frowns as he seems the way your hands tremble, a tell-tale sign of you working too hard. “I’ll drive you back.”
You nod, relieved. No way could you walk to your apartment now.
“Of course you’d drive a Tesla.” You laugh as Natsuo leads you to his sparkling white car, the T practically winking at you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He pouts, making you giggle even more. He opens the side door for you, the gentleman that he is.
“Itmeans it’s expected. Anyways, Natsu, how do you adjust the seat? This shit is going to kill my back.”
It takes you a moment to realize that Natsuo hadn’t even shut the door for you. He’s not standing next to the car, even though he was right there a moment ago.
“Natsuo?”
Silence. Leaves scrape the ground ominously.
Your legs swing out of the car swiftly, though they feel like jello when you find your placing on the ground. The parking lot has sparse cars, but is vacant of any people.
“Nat—”
A hand slaps over your mouth, cloth against your nose. The smell is immediate, overpoweringly sweet and sticky. It reminds you of your childhood, licking away at cherry-flavored popsicles that dripped down your fingers. It also reminds you of your organic chemistry class in college, the warnings that your professor has drilled into you, the large “DO NOT INHALE” sticker on the side of one of the bottles.
Chloroform.
But that memory took too long to emerge— you’re already slumping in the grip of the stranger, black dots swimming in your vision.
“Please don’t kill me.” You whisper to no one in particular, hoping that some being beyond can save your fate. A hero.
“You’re gonna wish I did.” The stranger chuckles before everything goes dark.
Your brain feels like wisps of cotton candy when you finally gain consciousness. You crack your eyes open, but the immediate light makes you hiss. After a few blinks, you peak down and see that you’re sitting in a metal chair in the middle of an empty warehouse. Your wrists are clasped behind your back in red rope, which dig into your delicate skin.
“Shit.”
Too busy deciding whether dislocating your thumbs is worth the pain in order to break free, you don’t notice that you are not alone.
“She’s awake. Tell the boss.”
A chill crawls its way up your spine. You turn your head as best as you can, catching a glimpse of a handful of men in black suits. Your hands become slick with sweat when you notice how each of them have a holster and gun. Dateline did not prepare you for this.
“C'mon.” One of them— who has way too much gel in his hair— grabs you by your bicep and pulls you out of the chair. Your feet stumble trying to keep up with him.
Your mind swarms with questions, but your inate instincts tell you to keep quiet. As Gel Hair (yes, you’ve nicknamed him and everything) drags you through the hall with the others following close behind, you try your best to take in all the details you can.
The warehouse door leads to a well-furnished hallway— one like that of a 5-star hotel. The cream wallpaper and gold decals are in pristine shape. The crimson patterned carpet has a shade too close to that of blood. The chandeliers swing above you like icicles ready to impale you with every step. The men behind you chatter quietly, but you catch some of the words. Office. Mission. Killed.
“Hey, let’s go.” Gel Hair grunts, tugging your elbow harder. You hadn’t realized that your legs tensed up at that last word.
The group stops at a grand door, two guards with the same suit attire standing side to side. Instead of a gun in their holster, they each hold an assalt rifle— the ones you only see in action movies. You feel faint.
“This her?” One of them asks, and Gel Hair nods. The guard prompty swings the door open. And you stubbornly plant your feet further into the ground, refusing to enter.
A sickening feeling coats your body. It’s the same sensation you get when you peer over the edge of a cliff, when you catch a glimpse of a black cat wandering down an alley, when you get an emergency call from the hospital during your break.
An overwhelmingly powerful force within you knows that something terrible will happen if you set foot through that office.
“The fuck are you doing? Move!” Gel Hair snarls, yanking you forward.
You squirm in his grip, desperately pulling back. “No! Let me go, you fucking asshole! You have the wrong person!”
Filled to the brim with desperation, you do the only thing you can. You shriek at the top of your lungs.
The two guards notibly cringe before lifting their guns in defense. Gel Hair slaps his palm over your mouth. Perfect.
You chomp down on his hand.
The feeling of pride at Gel Hair’s blood-curdling scream and the taste of metal is short-lived. He slaps you hard, but you don't— can’t— register the pain, not when he’d pulled out his gun and pressed the barrel up against your forehead.
“You crazy bitch, I’m gonna blow your fucking brains out. Ha?” He grins as you whimper, heart thrumming so hard that you have to read his lips to understand what he’s saying. “Don’t care that you’re the boss’s girl, I’m gonna kill you. How does—”
There’s a flash of red. That’s it. This is it. You were shot in the head, cause of death: brain hemorrhage. You can picture your graveyard: Here lies a daughter, a healer, a friend. But the red clears and Gel Hair is still and expressionless. Blood spurts from his neck, spraying droplets against your face as if it were an empty canvas. He crumples to the floor, gasping and clawing at his wound.
Again, all you can do is scream.
Your knees buckle as you fall to the ground as pure and utter shock chills you to your bone.
"What did I tell you all? She’s precious cargo!” A voice chirps disappointedly, like a parent scolding their child. The sound crashes over you like a wave, roaring and echoing in familiarity.
You slowly lift your head. It can’t be.
“Well. At least he wasn’t one of our better members.”
A tight black-and-gold shirt is paired with baggy khakis. The belt around the waist glints golden Hs across the band. And behind him, large vermillion plumes drape behind his back like a deranged version of a cape.
No fucking way.
His golden eyes squint as he smiles, the black markings at the corners of his eyes sharpening his glare on you. “Hey, sweetheart.”
The “rope” holding your wrists together unfurls, looping around your face to flaunt itself as a feather, before it finds it’s place back to Keigo’s wings.
“Didn’t want to meet this way but, y’know.”
“What the fuck?” The venom coating your words surprises you, but it’s understandably. “You kidnapped me? You… you’e the one who killed all those people, didn’t you? Keigo, you’re on Japan’s Most Wanted—“
“Memorized my wiki page, huh?“
He’s laughing. Your blood simmers beneath your skin. He’s killing people for fun and he’s laughing.
Even though the Commission capitalized on your healing quick, they did teach you basic self-defense and fighting techniques.
You aim for his legs. An easy sweep, so long as you pounce quickly and hit right above the knees.
Of course, you’d forgotten just how strong he is.
As you lunge in his direction, two feathers circle around each of your wrists and tug you back. Unshed tears from the stress, the fear, the anger spill over your waterline.
“What do you want from me?” You scowl, teeth bared and ready to lash out.
“Your compliance.” Keigo takes a few steps forward, bending down to your height. You can’t pull away as he brings a calloused hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek. “We can’t have you biting away at my men, can we?”
You can feel bile rising up. “And why the hell should I listen to anything you say?”
“Hmm…” Keigo hums, the edge of his grin stretching even wider, Joker-esque. “We do have your Todoroki boy with us, don’t we?”
You blink, heart sinking. “No.”
“If you comply, then there’s no need to worry.” Keigo gives your cheek a pat before rising back up to his full height. His shadow paints over you, sealing your fate.
“Take her back to the bedroom. And someone, clean this shit up. I don’t need the scent of blood in my hallway.”
“That went well, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up, Jin.”
Keigo clenches and unclenches his fists, snarling as he makes his way back into his office. He didn’t want to scare you away, but the fear and fury in your eyes confirmed it all.
But, you’re tough. You can handle a little blood, right?
Besides, spring is creeping in quickly. He’s already showing signs of his impending rut— nails growing sharp, eyes becoming more slanted and predatory. Hell, he’s surprised that he didn’t rip that Todoroki boy to shreds when Keigo caught his scent on you. His business partner, Dabi, wouldn’t be too pleased if Keigo tore into his beloved brother.
Nevertheless, Keigo needs you to comply soon. Because he’s about to lose every ounce of his self-control once spring begins.
—you really got me bad, now i’m gonna get you back! rukuna’s 5k event!
—pairing: villian!hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader
—warnings: yandere elements (drugging, kidnapping, all the things that happen in a bad wattpad story lol), violence, killing/death, blood, eventual smut, rutting, possessiveness, slight manga spoilers
—a/n: i just hit 5k!!! thank u all for ur vast support, i’ve been wanting to write a series for a while and i’m so excited to be writing this!!! i always wanted to write a fic with a trashy plot so i hope y’all enjoy >.<
a/n: this was inspired by @jellyjulep’s post on twitter about making fast food stops on your way home with hawks. hope you enjoy that as a little briding drabble before i’ll post the dryhumping headcanons ^^
warning(s): hawks with a tummy, slight belly kink, handjob
You and Hawks had gone on countless dates together already, more often than not it was to a restaurant but that didn’t matter. You were glad you could spend at least some time with your hero boyfriend, so even those small trips for dinner were more than enjoyable for the both of you. This time, the restaurant Hawks chose looked promising, but you two quickly came to realize that it was one of those fancier restaurants where you would get the smallest portions for triple the price. And so you both find yourself in the car, hungry and a bit grumpy about the experience but one smirk and two words from Hawks turned everything around. “Drive through” had been the idea that set everything into motion and soon you were finding yourself stopping at multiple places on the way home to get all of the yummy, fatty goodness that you often denied yourself. Hawks devoured his chicken nuggets like the starving bird he was while you were occupied by fries and the different types of sauces.
Eventually, you came to a stop, Hawks could feel his belt getting tight as well as the buttons on his white shirt as he licked his fingers clean of the last remnants of delicious chicken crumbs. You two really went all out tonight and that 4+1 special deal gave you the rest. Hawks relaxed into his seat, the tightness of his clothes getting a little too uncomfortable for his liking so he unbuttoned his shirt, his belt coming loose soon after that, leaving him exposed to the air. His seat goes back as he fully lays into it, revealing his swollen belly. His muscular physique was still there, but it was something else seeing him content with his tummy sticking out ever so slightly while the piercings on his nipples glistened under the car’s indoor lights.
“Oh FUCK that was good,” he groaned, a smile spreading as he faces you.
You could only return the expression, running your fingers through his hair, however, your mind soon starts to wander, which was almost inevitable given that Hawks is presenting himself to you like that. Your gaze drifted lower, down his pecs and to that healthy pudgy tummy, past to where his unzipped jeans revealed his boxers.
“You know, I know we ate a lot, but I wouldn’t mind some dessert right now,” you teased, wasting no time slipping your hand past the waistband of his boxers.
Even in his narcotic-like state, he could feel the twitch his cock gave when your warm hand brushed over it, feel how his whole body shuddered in arousal. “Damn baby bird, in the car? You definitely have a talent for catching me off-guard.” The next pair of witty remarks got stuck in his throat, replaced by a low groan and followed by him biting down on his lower lip.
Skillfully you worked his cock to full hardness, giving how he slowly bucked into your hand, it wasn’t really difficult and soon you were finding yourself stroking him in a pleasant rhythm with your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip.
Hawks didn’t have the energy to admire your work, so he gave up and closed his eyes so he could focus on how your hand was feeling around his cock. It was enough to drive him crazy and had he eaten less, you would already be laying on your back and spread out beneath him. “Oh you’re really getting right into it I see? You’re really spoiling me tonight pretty bird, fuck…”
For once you were thankful that it was already late and the parking lot at the fast food place you stopped at wasn’t too crowded anymore, but on the other hand, it would have certainly added some more excitement into all of this. Slowly, you increased the speed of your hand, working his shaft in more powerful strokes and massaged the tip more frequently which had already begun to leak pre-cum. There was a generous amount this time, it slipped through your fingers and added to the overall hot sound of you squeezing his cock more from time to time.
Hawks started to whine and whimper, eyes still closed as he sprawled out on his seat, blissful and needy. “D-don’t stop. Ohh please don’t stop.” He chanted as his hips desperately tried to make you increase the speed once more, yet the fullness of his stomach prevented more extensive movement, so he had to wait and lay there ‘till you decided to give him mercy. The fact that he was moaning so sweetly made that hard for you, but you held out a little longer to watch him. “F-Fuck it feels so good baby bird. More. P-please more, ahh…”
With a sly grin, you reached over, gently gripping his full tummy and rubbing it, earning you a content “mhhh” followed by a couple of chirps. You turned over and lowered your head, peppering kisses on his belly all the way up to his blissful face where you pressed a kiss against his lips. He returned it eagerly, gasping as he can feel your other hand on his chest, two fingers twisting his sensitive nipple. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tasting his sweet moans and swallowing them up one by one. With every new drag along his cock or each new tug at his nipple he gets messier, sloppier in kissing you back and in rutting into your hand. You’ve never seen him in such a blissful state before but it made everything even more worthwhile. Each new pump of his cock started a chain reaction: his hips stuttering, his tummy gently shaking with the movement he made and his mouth opening to let out more moans.
You can now feel his wings begin to flap helplessly, the pressure steadily building in his abdomen getting too strong, almost unbearable. “P-please baby bird I need to cum, please do it now, I can’t, I-” He’s once again interrupted by a series of moans which get higher and louder as you start stroking him at a relentless pace, your slick palm slapping against his balls with every stroke and your thumb rubbing gentle circles over his sensitive head.
“Go ahead, Keigo, cum for me.” And even though you kept your voice shallow, you could hear how much Hawks was focused on it even in what you thought would be a state that would be too far away for you to reach. A few moments later he spilled into your palm with a high keen and beautifully parted lips, each drop sending another throb through his cock and his body. His hips are still jerking and bucking into you as he rides out his orgasm, enjoying the warmth pooling down his cock just like the fullness and warmness that was seated in his stomach.
A few more hiccups and quiet groans slipped past his lips before he opened his eyes and you met his handsome golden orbs, hazy from the high and filled with so much satisfaction and happiness. Finally, he managed to move and placed his shaking hand on your cheek, pulling you down into another soft kiss.
When you pulled away you grinned as you saw Hawks with that same expression, lips parted slightly as he leaned back into his seat. “Satisfied?” You asked as you started cleaning him up with napkins.
“Mhh, definitely,” he murmured, barely able to hold back a jawn. “What about you?”
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex. Harsh name calling as well.
Description:That’s definitely not your boyfriend and yet it feel so good.
Can you tell ?? ;0
You should have known something was wrong as soon as you realized there was a figure kneeling over you as you groggily woke up out of where you slept on your stomach in bed. Initially, you render it to be your cheeky boyfriend, croaking his name out as you rub your eyes about to turn around. You didn’t understand then that it couldn’t be your boyfriend, him being prone to waking you up as he barrels through the house every time he comes in.
Too sleepy to connect the dots, it’s not until cold nimble fingers are placed firmly on your shoulder blade, keeping you from turning around that you know- your boyfriend is always warm. Your blood runs cold as you go stiff under the man, the bed is the only thing making noise under his shifting weight.
“W-who are you?” You manage out, still as a fucking board and a cold chuckle erupts from the man’s throat.
“It wouldn’t be much fun if I told you.” He says and at this you’re throwing a sharp elbow to the man’s face, scurrying from under him when you hear him inhale roughly. You’re flying off the bed to get to the door of your room and are just about to yank it open when a large, gloved hand slams it closed. The other gripping the back of your neck and squeezing it so hard that you squeal.
“That was so fuckin’ bratty of you.” He snarls as he flips you around and only then can you get a good look at him. He’s wearing a, sadistically covered in blood, Ghostface mask with a long sleeve black shirt underneath. His voice under the guise of another no doubt being modified. He presses his forearm to hold you in place at your collarbones as you glare at him, “let me the fuck go-
You start but he’s tapping a sharp knife to the mouth of the mask uttering a long, “shhhhhhhh sh sh sh.” Your mouth runs a bit dry, fear courses through your veins at the upper hand this man definitely has now as he laughs again. His chest rising and falling, his lean muscles on full display through the tightness of the shirt as he moves the knife closer to your face.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of this? That’s not true is it.” He states as he taps the weapon on your cheek and you gulp slightly before the sharp metal tip is lightly scratching into your skin. He pulls it further down, dragging it to the bottom of your chin, making your chest rise and fall with rugged vigor. Fearful, but intrigued all the same, as he pulls the weapon down the front of your neck and stops in between the valley of your breasts.
You can’t see it but he’s smirking under the mask, making the knife catch on the material of your lace bra before it pierces through. Your bra rips open and your breasts spill out, making you gasp as you try to move away from his hold. He only snickers at this, your attempts are beyond futile, as he pushes you down on the bed.
Your hands are bound tightly behind your back no sooner as he positions you at the foot of the bed, tying your ankles together next. You aren’t any stranger to rope play, and you can tell neither is this man. The knots are meticulous and the restraint they create are strong and utterly tight. Even so, you wiggle and squirm trying to loosen them or find one that is faulty and willing to give way when he speaks again, “you’re always so disobedient.”
He’s yanking you up by your hair now, “I hate that.” He sneers into your ear as he straddles your back, the ache in your scalp only multiplying as he strains to hold you in place. The cold knife is felt again on the side of your thigh and your squirming stops as it moves farther and farther up your supple skin, the pointy weapon providing a dizzying juxtaposition to the slight piercing, tickling sensation it is actually producing. You like this too much, you think, what would your boyfriend think if he knew.
You don’t know it but the man will not dare to actually pierce into your beautiful skin. He knows better than to leave those kinds of scars on your body, either way he’ll surely be marking your body soon just in a different manner. He roughly dips the blade under the side of your panties and you can hear the fabric screaming under it, fibers snapping as he slices it to ribbons.
“All the fake fighting in shit only for you to be this goddamn wet already. Did you really think I was your little boyfriend?” He mocks, crying out your boyfriend’s name like you had done earlier and heat rises to your face.
“He-he’ll be here soon!” You lie through your teeth, you don’t know when the fuck your boyfriend will be home, but it just seems like a good thing to say, to maybe make him retreat. Is that what you want?
He’s unfazed though, more excited even, as he props your legs open as much as they can, “well then let’s see how far we get before he comes along because you see dear I think you’re this wet allll for me.” With that his eyes burn holes into your body, admiring you in this convoluted position. Seeing you all bound and helpless before him is such a power trip especially with how snarky you normally are. Your hands cutely behind your back, tied all the way to the elbow while your ankles are equally restrained together. Flat on your stomach and naked to the touch.
You know you shouldn’t like what comes next, but something about it is so delicious. The man brings a large palm down on your asscheek, causing you to yelp out a cry not because you are in pain but because it startles you. “C’mon I know your dirty little boyfriend is at least a bit harsher to you.” This should have frightened you, the fact that he knows the mannerisms of your intimate life, but before you can answer he’s cracking his hand against your fleshy ass again and you’re mewling.
“That’s funny y/n. It almost sounds like you like it.” He teases as he slaps the skin again, harder, making you wince and wither in demented pain and pleasure. “Your boyfriend pampers you too much and I’m not going to do that.” Another smack with jolting force makes you clench your teeth. It’s true too, your boyfriend isn’t as rough as you know you can handle. He always says he never wants to get carried away, too scared to hurt you, but you wonder seriously if he’d ever give you what you want.
“Do I know you?” you shakily ask and the man hums as he rubs the rising, wilted flesh of your ass.
“Are you trying to find a justification for liking this?” His question comes out smug and you’re red in the face just as your ass is. You try to seem serious when you shake your head in disagreement, but you know you must look like a liar as he starts to grope at your ass more harshly. The skin is soft, he feels that even through the gloves he has on and by god does he want to devour you. It was getting harder to wait, for fucks sake he should be allowed to do a bit more than this right?
He should, he decides as he testingly runs his pointer finger up and down your slit and you arch off the bed in surprise, “I’m trying to wait until your boyfriend gets here, but you’re making this so hard.” He growls as he yanks your hips up, so that you’re pathetically in doggy. Knees doing all the work since you are restrained, upper body still resting on the bed, you are now utterly exposed to him. Your whole core at the mercy of his eyes as you glisten and throb under his intense gaze, “can I start or do you want me to wait until your boyfriend gets here, hm? Either way he’ll be watching.”
You gulp at this, your stomach is twisting in suspense and anticipation at his words. You are starting to understand that he isn’t here to hurt you and his mannerisms are starting to become a bit familiar. If this is what you are thinking then you are…overjoyed. Even so, you’re too jumbled up inside to make a decision based on the little that you know and he knows this.
“We can start early, why don’t we?” He decides for you and you whimper, more excited than before, as you squirm which makes him slap your pussy.
“O-ow!” You shockingly babble and he’s rolling his eyes, smacking you again which makes you moan.
“I know you can take more than this, so be a good slut and take it.” He instructs as he shoves two fingers inside you, truthfully making you wince. They’re so long and it’s proving to be a tight squeeze, but not for long. The lack of regard for prepping you has you leaking all over him, making fingering you all the more easy. He’s quiet for a moment, so sooo entranced by how beautiful your cunt is and how hot it looks stretching out on his fingers. How dare his buddy keep you all to himself for such a long time. There is no way he is holding back now.
“Oh my go-
You stop yourself by biting your lip as he nudges his fingertips into your needy gspot and he can’t help how his mouth drops open a bit as you subconsciously arch into his fingers to feel the prodding again. His mental restraints snap as he grips your asscheek to spread it apart to start cramming his fingers as far as humanly possible in you, curling into your most sensitive spot.
“Look at you, such a dirty bitch.” The harsh words mixed with the harsh fingering has you twitching while little moans start to fly out of your mouth. Your squelching is so loud that he almost misses the unlocking of the front door, almost. He stops abruptly and you whine loudly before you can even protest, let alone realize that you’re protesting, he is hopping off of the bed so stealthy. He shoves his hands in his pockets to bring out duct tape which he expertly rips and slaps across your mouth. After, he stretches his lean body out before looking down at you, “show time.”
You’re shocked until he leaves the room, what follows is loud grunts and thumps before he kicks the door open with his foot, tsking “fuckin’ hell you both are a lot of work.” He has your boyfriend in hand, more like has your boyfriend’s hands behind his back as he shoves him to sit in the desk chair. He makes sure it’s directly facing you as he works to restrain him to it which proves hard since your boyfriend is fighting and yelling, “y/n d-did this prick hurt you?”
A laugh bubbles out of the masked man when you sporadically shake your head ‘no’ without even realizing how crazy you are being.
“See she likes it and I haven’t even done much. Why don’t I fill you in?”
With that he returns to the position on the bed over you, making sure to tug your ass back in the air all the while your boyfriend is yelling out protests to get his hands off and away from you. You’re wide eyed, staring into his beautiful eyes when you feel the anonymous man’s fingers prodding at your entrance again. The way your eyes flutter can’t be controlled as he skillfully remembers exactly where the spot is that makes you arch and twitch.
“We’ve gotten a bit acquainted.” The man chuckles as he slaps your ass aggressively which makes your boyfriend’s eyes twitch. He can’t believe his eyes. He has never seen you like this in all the times he’s ravished you, too scared to show you how nasty he has thought about treating you. But now seeing you all tied up, naked, and with your ass in the air while some stranger is two fingers deep in you stirs something in him.
“Look how fast I make your whore girlfriend cum.”
Your eyebrows are furrowed inward as your eyes unfocus on your boyfriend. He knows that face too well, he knows you are cumming on that asshole’s fingers, almost on command which makes the man let out a low impressed whistle. When you are done and panting hard under the rough duct tape he smacks your pussy which is puffy and sensitive, causing you to squirm and hips to fall.
He smacks the side of your face as soon as the tops of your thighs meet the bed sheets and your boyfriend is yelling again, angrily, but the man just ignores him “did I tell you to fucking let your legs fall?” When you don’t answer he smacks you again, adding a bit more force to the point where it stung and it’s enough to pull you out of the shocking orgasm you just had. You’re shaking your head rapidly and he hums in approval, watching as you arch yourself again.
“You see how she’s getting ready for me? This is what happens when you don’t properly discipline a bitch.” He’s talking to your boyfriend now, but you whimper at how harsh he is being to you. What will it take for you to get some praise, you sickly think, as you wag your ass for him which even surprises him.
“Looks like somebody wants to please their Master, huh? I didn’t know you were this nasty y/n. You must be a handful for your boyfriend. That’s okay, I’ll teach him a thing or two.” With that you hear the bed creaking again before teeth are digging deeply into the swell of your asscheek which makes you squeal against the adhesive tape on your mouth.
“D-don’t fucking mark her!” Your boyfriend yells, but the strain in his pants betrays him entirely. He is enjoying this too, watching as the man sucked and bit the same flesh he often ran his hands, lips, tongue over. He is fucking tainting you so perfectly. You on the other hand are so deeply invested in how his teeth dig into you and how hard he sucks the skin into his mouth that you are reeling, drunk even, and waiting for what he is to do next.
Your eyes are squeezing shut when feeling his long tongue curl under you pussy to land on your clit, whole mouth open and drooling on you as he makes a show of quite literally having your whole sex within his mouth. His nose is bumping uncaringly against your ass as he starts to lap you all over. His mouth is so hot, nothing like his cold fingers and demeanor, as he greedily flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You’re moaning so hard now against the moistening duct tape that you can barely make out something constantly getting caught on your clit, so deliciously before he’s pulling away and panting roughly. He is lust bound by the couple of minutes he took to lap you up, gulping down your arousal with and neediness as he relished the taste and abundance.
He sits up quickly, straight on his knees and you can hear his belt unbuckling, “sorry buddy. I can’t seem to hold back.” He rasps as he shoves his jeans and underwear to the mids of his thighs which effectively is enough to snap your boyfriend out of the trance he was put in by watching you get eaten alive.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He seethes seriously this time as he starts to pull on his restraints, but the man is too busy pumping his heavy cock in his hand. He yanks the gloves off to spread the pre all over his length before he presses it against your folds. You can feel how hot and heavy it is as he pulses against you which makes your legs wobble and give out. He growls now, “Useless whore. I told you to stay up, but since you like being down there so much-” He smashes your face into the bed sheets as he begins to rut his full rod like cock between your entire pussy. This time the duct tape does little to hide your noise when you feel it bump into your clit. It sends you reeling with the realization of just who you are dealing with, all suspicions confirming at the feel of the fat cockhead and the cool meta-
“You fuckin’ dick!” Your boyfriend is up in a flash, bopping the man in the head before yanking the damned mask off with anger.
“I told you not to get your dick anywhere near her pussy Touya! It’s too much when she doesn’t know who you are! It’ll scare her!”
“Listen Keigo, she’s not stupid. She knows it’s fucking me. For fucks suck who else has a cock piercing.” Dabi groans annoyedly at the fact that he got interrupted.
“Move your damn hand you barbarian.” Hawks is yanking his hand off its spot on your head that was still pushing you into the mattress. He cups your pretty face while gently pulling the duct tape off.
“Is that true kid? Did you know it was him?”
You look into his golden eyes and nod slowly, “I kind of started to pick up on it, but I definitely felt the- the piercing.” You’re blushing at this, twitching against the cock that is still pressed firmly against your folds which makes Dabi bite his lip as he moves to grip your hip.
“Are you sure he wasn’t too rough? Your face is all red!” He pouts before throwing an angry glare at Dabi who only rolls his eyes and shrugs.
“Stop treating her like glass. She wants to be broken, sucha whor-
“Untie her arms at least, asshole.”
He is snickering before he starts to untie your arms and legs, while Hawks dotes on you like the loving boyfriend that he is, “are you okay with this? I tried to listen to what you told me last time. And well believe it or not he’s the only idiot that I would ever allow near you”
You’re trying to catch your breath and compose yourself as Dabi’s nimble fingers graze your skin while he frees you, remembering how you told Hawks you would be down for this exact situation as long as it’s with someone he trusted. It was said when you were trying to get him to understand just what you were okay with in bed since he often was afraid to get too crazy. You never thought he’d listen.
“I’m very okay with this. He wasn’t too rough. Just mean.” You pout which has the black haired man rolling his eyes as he pushes you back into the bed, catching you two off guard, and forcing you to arch again.
“Gonna let me stuff you now? For all my hard work. I’ll show you just how mean-
“You are not fucking her-”
“It’s not your choice. It’s her body Keigo.” Dabi snarkily says, “so wouldya say y/n?”
You ponder for a moment before finally speaking, mind clouded with the feel of Dabi’s piercing cover cock, parting your sticky folds. “You told me how you’ve always wanted to w-watch, right?” You ask and Hawks can’t help but blush a bit at recalling how turned on he said he’d be watching you in this situation. His pants grow tighter as he licks his lips and nods. For the first time of the night you turn back to look at Dabi.
He has a cocky grin on his face as he begins to slap his heavy mass on your cunt, “go ahead” you breathily say. He grins now, pulling his shirt off with one hand while positioning himself at your entrance and pushing into you unabashedly like the barbarian he is. His goal is to stuff you to hilt in one swoop, you know to really knock the air out of you, but you are so damn tight that he can’t. Your sex cuffs his girth so snuggly that he can barely sink half way inside without being stopped as it feels you are going to snap him off.
“Agh! Keigo h-he’s so big!” You squeal, clenching even more which makes the man hiss and squeeze one eye shut. His fingers digging crescents into your flesh, “this is why I take it easy on her. You feel how tight that pussy is. It’s dangerous.” The dirty blond says smugly while watching Dabi try to control his emotions as he tries to push further, but your walls are just sooo unforgiving as they suction onto him even more.
“Fuckin whore, can’t move if youre being so desperate.” The cold man is astonished by the fact that he hasn’t come yet.
“C’mon kid. Show Touya how good your pussy is. Show him that pussy that daddy just loves.” He coos as you struggle to accomdot the veiny intrusion, decorated with piercings, but you sniffly nod your head as you push yourself backwards, stretching yourself open around your boyfriend’s friend’s cock.
“W-wait.” Dabi sputters, but it’s too late. You’re so cute and determined and inching further and further onto him with much more vigor than before. As soon your ass comes flush with his abdomen, you both cry out at the feeling of his piercing knocking into your cervix.
“Keigo!!!” You moan loudly as you quiver and Dabi’s firms up as much as he can upon hearing this. Grounding himself as he yanks your face upwards by your chin as he bends over you so that your cheeks are touching, “ ‘the fuck you keep calling his name for?” His eyes are wild as he turns the tables on you, pulling out of you and back in so quickly that when he pounds into your cervix this time, tears wield in your eyes.
“Say my damn name, I’m the one in your fucking insides right now.” He growls as he starts to grind into you, positioned on his knees as he stays buried inside, grinding to repeatedly rub against your walls.
“Oh my— TOUYAA!!” The squeal that he forces just bubbles past your lips and you gasp once you realize that you said his name, face going red as your eyes flick to your boyfriend who looks down at you with an almost sinful grin.
“That’s so naughty of you. Yelling out my best friend’s name right in front of me?” The blond’s eyes don’t match his words though, they swirl with dark excitement as he gets more aroused.
“I-I Is that oh-kayyy?” Your sentence wavers as Dabi flicks your clit a bit, grasp finally leaving your face.
Hawks only hums as he takes in your lewd position, impaled so cutely on his friend’s cock and still looking to him for approval. What a time to be alive, he thought, “darling I arranged for this.”
“He really did and I think it’s time to properly thank him.” Dabi growls as he shoves you back on all fours, fingers skillfully weaving in your hair so that he can pull your face up a bit to be eye level with your boyfriend’s pants.
One look up to see how the avian man was staring down at you with low eyes made your pussy wetter, “c’mon Keigo use her mouth. It’s still available and she’s waiting.” He did not need any convincing, ridding himself down to the boxers before slipping his pretty cock out. You sigh contently when seeing it, throwing an adoring look at him before opening your mouth.
Both men are aroused by your show as Hawks puts himself in your mouth. You quickly make work of moaning around him while sucking and wetting his whole length up. Just when you throw a lewd look at him, Dabi retracts himself all the way to the tip before pushing fully back inside.
The moan gets stifled by how far Hawk’s cock lodges in your throat, the force of Dabi’s thrust propelling you forward on the other man. The sudden action makes your teeth graze more harshly along your boyfriend’s length than you would have done, making him sputter out his own moan.
“Suck him properly or else.” Dabi threatens as he begins to rhythmically fuck into you tight heat, each thrust parting your gummy walls while each retraction rubbed them teasingly slow. Your boyfriend’s hand is snaking down to your throat as he begins his own snapping of the hips.
He’s groaning loudly as he feels where his cock falls in your throat upon each thrust as you gag and slurp around him, eyes teary as you begin to moan too. It’s dizzying and you almost feel like it isn’t real, being able to take both men’s actions, but then Dabi lands a painfully hot slap to your ass and you’re all there again.
“Don’t you start to fuckin going dumb yet, we haven’t even fucked you at the same time.” Your body jerks at this as you try to look at your boyfriend in shock, but he almost ignores your bewildered looks as he lazily smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He’s still plunging into your throat when Dabi chuckles at your weak attempts to talk.
He pulls out of you before collecting all of the slick you’ve produced on his cock and slathering it on your asshole which makes you jump, “you’re lucky I’m prepping you.” With that he begins to circle his pointer finger around your ass and inches inside slowly, but when seeing how fast it plunges in he throws a quick glance at the other man.
“She’s a nasty girl, she doesn’t need the prep. She’s taken stuff up the ass.” He grunts as you start to play with his balls, but when registering what he said you’re shaking your head. You’ve certainly never taken anything as big as Dabi and you want to voice that, but he cuts you off soon thereafter.
Pierced tongue circling around your puckering hole which makes you gasp loudly, Hawks’s member coming out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.
“I-I haven’t taken anything really b-
It’s your boyfriend’s turn to grab you by the face roughly, firmly squeezing your cheeks between his hands as he gives you a stern look. “You can take it. I say so.”
Your eyes gloss over at the sight and sound of your man being so dominant and you nod in a trance which makes him smirk, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. He doesn’t stop there though he’s turning his head to the side to slip his tongue in your mouth which you happily allow.
You get lost in his mouth having missed his sweet lips, but are torn from the delicacy when you feel Dabi’s member placed at your asshole. You’re about to pull back, but the blonds hand flies to the back of your head to keep you in place as your eyes fly open. His mouth consumes your whimpers that turn into squeals as Dabi pushes himself inside your quivering asshole.
Even with him having lapped you up back there and slathering the slick from your vagina on you, it still feels utterly helpless as he stretches you to the max. By the time he is fully inside, you have tears streaming down your face because of how weird it feels. It hurts but not as much as you anticipated, how full he is making you feel is what has you squirming and hiccuping.
“I know I know. It just feels so good right? You don’t know what to do with your dumb self.” Dabi mocks as you cry against Hawks’s lips to which he finally releases the hold on your head.
“Let’s get these legs of yours up too.”
With that the black haired man is hoisting you up so that he has your legs up on your shoulders, back flush against his chest as he full Nelsoned you- exposing you fully to your man who growls.
It is the Pro Hero’s turn to mount the bed, positioning himself on his knees right in front of you as he grips his dripping erection. He quickly spits on your pussy before he fixes himself at your entrance, “w-wait I don’t think I ca-
You’re red in the face when the fiery man smashes you against him tighter, daring you to protest “something you wanna say?”
In the short time it takes you to think about defying him, the blond is plummeting through your silky needy walls with his own desperate vigor. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out and when he does you yelp, feeling his fat cock knock into Dabi’s who sucks in his own rush of air.
“F-fuckin shit kid it’s a real tight fit in here now that you have a cock stuffed in that hot ass too.” Hawks sputters, but you’re too busy trying not to cum to even register his words. It’s not until Dabi starts to move that you’re pulled back into this moment while Hawks starts to thrust in time with his friends.
The cloak of pleasure that washes over you makes your toes curl as you start to finally try and verbalize how you’re feeling. But you can’t even get a sentence out before Dabi’s mocking your weak attempts at speaking.
“You see that Keigo? Seems she’s trying to formulate sentences.” He strains and the blond is laughing.
His fingers immediately find your puffy, sticky clit which he starts to run tight circles around, “it’s okay this will get her babbling. She loves when daddy plays with her pussy right?” He states as he grabs you by the face and you mewl loudly while nodding.
That’s just what you start doing too, babbling about how they’re mean for making you feel this good as the man continues to rub rough circles around your clit. His pace starts picking up when the two start to trade thrust. One pounding fully in while the other is pulling out just to shove inside while the other starts to pull out.
There is quite literally no depth of you not getting fucked and you start to see white, legs shaking by your ears as they course with pleasure and pain from Dabi’s hold. Just as you thought you couldn’t get more fucked, Hawks starts to coax you to turn your head so that you can see Dabi.
You’re about to plummet into the depth of your strongest orgasm ever when the blond starts to whisper about how you should kiss his best friend. Teary eyes laced with obedience, you press your wet puffy lips to the man’s cold ones silencing what would have been his protests which shocks him completely.
His hips stutter while he lets out a low whiny moan against your lips as you kiss him passionately. Absentmindedly moving your lips against his as you start to convulse, getting lost in his skillful flicks and their thrusts. Your orgasm has your holes clenching, but the feel of your lips on his has Dabi pumping your asshole full of his cum.
Losing his composure as he drops your legs, which are quickly caught by Hawks who holds them by the backs of the thighs to continue to fuck into you, while Dabi favors holding your face in his scarred hands now. He doesn’t want you going anywhere as he continues to fuck you through his and your orgasm, hands clamped on your face as you start to try and squeal about being overstimulated.
It doesn’t matter. Dabi is too lost in the feel of your lips and the thought of even being able to kiss his friend’s girlfriend that he doesn’t mind his own cocks cries of overstimulation much less yours. Hawks on the other hand is just nearing his nut, having basked in the bliss of watching you two kiss each other so passionately.
You’ve since gone limp on Dabi as he finally coos praises about how “you are actually such a good girl, taking both of us. Such a pretty doll for us to wreck.” He encourages Hawks to praise you while snaking a cold hand around the man’s shoulders until he can harshly mess with the upper base of his wings.
He lets out a shocked and broken moan, head thrown back as he cums violently. Shaking and all and you can only whine as your body drinks up all that your boyfriend offers as he pantingly twitches while Dabi chuckles out, “good boy.”
The after care is a blur for you, but both men take it seriously. Washing you up and rubbing you down with lotion before putting you in soft clothes and cleaning up the sheets. Hawks has to quite literally convince Dabi to stay, saying you’d be upset if you woke up and he wasn’t there.
You were more than eliated to wake up sandwiched in between both strong chests, their light snores making you curl into them more. It seems that you may have gotten yourself another boyfriend…
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Good grief loves, this shit was hard to write. My first multi characters piece so sorry if it was bad. Also sorry that it was late, I’ve been going through it– what else is new amr.
“That person has definitely been staring at you all night.” Mina whispers as if the person you two had been eyeing all night could hear over the earth shattering music that vibrated throughout the house.
“I know and I can’t seem to pinpoint who the hell they are…” You say as you chew on your bottom lip, eyeing the man across the room from you.
“Wait, you’re totally interested in knowing who he is!” Mina squeals, attracting the attention of a few partygoers near you two which makes you scowl at her. She can’t help but giggle as you wait for those around you to return to their activities, “I mean yea I want to know who it is just because!”
She gives you an all knowing grin and you blush a bit at the idea that you definitely found this masked assailant attractive asf. That was an understatement actually. When your group of male friends said they were going to dress up for the Halloween party, you thought that they meant goofy shit. Not actually taking it to another level to the point where they all looked good and well…. indistinguishable.
You all knew that the group of masked assailants consisted of Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, and Hitoshi, but pinpointing who exactly is who was actually hard. Especially for you as you only had been friends with them for a little over half a year.
Jirou, Mina and you had been trying to figure it out as the night progressed, playing games and dancing with some of your presumed male friends and trying to figure out their identity. Amidst the group was a scarecrow that you now know is Denki by how he is sucking Jirous face off in the corner of the room. Another is dressed with a pumpkin themed mask which you feel like is Sero from the slender, lean build. After that though it becomes quite difficult seeing as the rest of them are more or less built the same.
You have picked up clues throughout the night like how you heard a chuckle resembling Kirishima come from the man wearing the Jason Vorehees mask, but you can’t be sure. Especially when a man wearing Micheal Myers attire whizzed Mina away, who you all know has a known crush on Kirishima. So if the person under that costume wasn’t him then it’d be a very interesting night alright.That, at the moment, didn’t matter as much to you though, you have been focused on one person as soon as they all had stepped inside the house.
The person wearing the damn Ghostface mask.
They had walked in with the rest of the group, dressed head to toe in black. A long sleeve black shirt that was skin tight, hugging every curve of the upper body, making you ogle the back as much as the front. The black cargo pants that rested on their long legs looked great as well and something about them just made you overall shiver.
You had brushed it off at first, too embarrassed that you could even consider one of your friends hot, especially without knowing for certain that it wasn’t one of the two that your close girl friends liked. However, as the night progressed you could feel their eyes all over your body which only drew you to them more. You had thanked Mina silently for making you go with the Bunny outfit rather than what you had planned because you felt that maybe that was the cause.
Not soon after you finish a game which included multiple shots did you feel those same eyes burning holes up and down your body. Although the mask was covering their eyes you just know they were aimed at you. You can feel it. You scan the crowd to find him again because at this point you know that it is going to be the person with the Ghostface mask. Once your eyes meet though, you are caught off guard by them giving you the two finger salute, every muscle rippling under the tight mesh and fluorescent lights.
You swallow thickly as your legs waver a bit under, what you hope was the amount of alcohol you have consumed and not the fact that you feel that you have just been marked as prey. Biting your lip as heat rises to your cheeks you decide to turn around and walk away in search of the bathroom, abandoning the little stare match. You just need a moment to collect yourself, but as you are weaving through the crowd you feel a hand on your arm. You jump, heart racing in your throat as you turn around expecting to see Ghostface.
“Where are you going?” Mina asks with slight concern on her face as she thinks you may be sick.
“Just to the bathroom I have to use it.” You answer and she nods understandingly before looking behind her at the man in the Micheal Myers attire that stole her away earlier and whom she’s been with ever since.
You laugh, practically able to see the gears in her head turning, “You can stay, I won’t be long!” The pink haired woman makes sure that you’re sure about not wanting an accomplice before letting you go.
Truthfully, locating the bathroom is easy and you are overjoyed that it is in very good condition too. Even so you hurry in doing your business before washing your hands and fixing your hair, moving slightly to the music that is still very prominent but a bit more muffled. Because of how attentive you are with listening, you can hear the heavy footsteps approaching before they stop at the door.
You decide it is definitely going to be someone needing to use the bathroom, so you hurry and swing the door open to exit and allow them in, “oh!”, drops from your lips as you’re frozen in place looking up at the man in the Ghostface mask.
“Haha you’re not here to kill me are you?” You joke in an attempt to hide how flustered you are, but become more flustered when they begin to speak, “and if I am, would you stop me?”
You didn’t know what threw your head for a loop more, the fact that he talked or that he is using the damned voice changer from the movie as well. You know that the other guys were opting for not talking, but this was clever. Very clever.
“I-I -
A small chuckle leaves his mouth as he grabs you gently by the chin, cradling it between his large thumb and index finger which makes you swoon immediately as he starts talking again.
“You’re at a loss for words, it’s as if you’ve seen a ghost!” He laughs almost sadistically now while his grip falls from your chin to your throat, claiming the flesh there while walking forward which forces you back into the bathroom.
“Wha-wait what are you doing?” You stammer as he uses his foot to kick the door shut, using his free hand to lock it. You would be playing if you say you aren’t a bit scared, but the throb of your private area tells you that you just might like this type of thing. His grip tightens around your throat, “Don’t be scared. You’ll enjoy yourself.”
You’re at a cross for words because deep down you already know what this is leading to or at least you think, but nothing can prepare you for the outcome of your words as he awaits an answer- in fact not trying to pressure you into anything.
“O-okay.”
You can almost hear the grin in his tone as he places a hand on your waist, it’s huge enough to eat up your hip and damn rough. Rough hands… damn that can still be any number of them.
“You look amazing tonight, pretty girl. A bunny custom suits what you’re about to be doing with me tonight.” He whispers, nearing your ear and lowering his head down to the crook of your neck. Your breath hitches as his hand slides to grip and twirl the little bunny tail on your ass, humming in approval when he feels the soft white fabric between his fingers.
In an attempt to clear your head and stop standing there like a flustered idiot, you try to speak, “What do you mean a bunny costume works well?”
“Because you are going to be bouncing on this cock like I’ve always wanted you too.” He answers in time with a rough smack to your exposed ass and you yelp out in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
He then places both his hands on your lower sides gently but with a firm grasp as he walks backwards to sit on the top of the closed toilet seat, “c’mere” he coos and places you on his lap. You can’t help but obey as you place your arms around his wide shoulders awaiting further orders.
“Obedient, I like that.” He answers while running a hand up your thigh before reaching the cloth of your bottoms. Your heart is hammering against your chest by now, in sick desperation for his fingers to plunge underneath the fabric as your breathing increases. “Can I?”
Asking for consent only makes you want it more seriously and at the drop of the question, you are producing copious amounts of arousal in your bottoms while nodding your head eagerly. A click of the tongue falls from his mouth as a large finger slips past your bottoms and immediately runs up your slit, “you’re sucha little whore, look how wet you are.”
“I can’t help it when you-
Your words are cut off by the yanking of your hair, causing your head to snap back so that you are looking back into that Ghostface mask, “don’t even dare try to make excuses pretty. You want this cock so bad you don’t even care who could be under this mask huh?”
A pout forms on your lips as you try and protest, making his bulge grow larger at the hopes that you have a particular person you want to see under that mask. “That’s not true, I’ve been trying to figure you out all night.”
He hums again as if you have given the right answer before circling his middle finger around your clit, making you moan into him, “Is there someone this dirty little bunny has been wanting to fuck all along?”
You shake your head rapidly while a hard blush rises to your cheeks, “no i- i didn’t say that!” He chuckles at this as if you have just given yourself away before putting more pressure behind the finger rubbing your clit and you suck in a rush of air. You try to keep your moans at bay and will your mind to think clearly, not wanting to embarrass yourself by allowing this man to figure out that you may or may not have your eyes on someone in particular.
“Hold them to the side if you want me to fuck you with these fingers slut.” He refers to your panties and although it was embarrassing to obey, the mental grip that he already has on you through his praises and degradation made it easy for you to do just as he says. Swallowing, you pull your panties to the side to expose your leaking, puffy sex from all the teasing and he groans which makes your hole clench.
He finally loses the grip on your hair as he moves his hand to cup your thigh, pulling your legs apart while using the fingers he already drenched in your slick to prod at your hole. It’s not surprising that his middle finger slips in with much ease, still providing a stretch that you did not know you want which rips a whimper from your lips. “Such a lewd bunny rabbit.” He whispers while slipping his ring finger inside too, now stuffing you with two digits. He begins a slow rhythmic thrust of the two fingers as he spreads them out to further stretch you open, making you whine loudly.
Your body temperature increases along with your breathing as you start to want more, growing desperate for whatever he can give, causing you to let go of your bottoms and unfasten the top buttons of your costume to expose your breasts. He lets out a low growl and drops your leg, pulling the mask back a bit to expose the lower half of his face before he cups a breast. A defined jawline and full pink lips are quick to capture your perky bud as he starts to ram his fingers into you with vigor. Moans are tumbling out of your mouth more often now and you decide to reach for the button on his jeans, undoing it and slipping your hand inside to cup at his cock.
“F-fucking slut, you’re eager huh?” He groans, words a bit slurred, as your nimble fingers pull him out of the fabric and expose him to your eyes. You partially drool over his cock, as the angry pink head oozes pre cum, veins running up along it as it throbs full with life.
“You’re so big.” You admit, moving to use two hands to fully hold the hot and heavy monstrous length before jerking it slightly. His chest is rising and falling faster and you can tell he is feeling it by how hard his canines are sunken into his bottom lip, holding in groans. You quiver when those two fingers inside you curl against your g-spot and that is all the indicator he needs before he’s doing it again, but with no restraint.
Loud squelching noises are heard along with the force behind the palm of his hand meeting your sex as he rams his fingers as deep into your spongy spot as possible, “ah ah oh- fuck please yes yes!” You start to ramble as you release all over his fingers and hand unexpectedly, legs closing around the limb as he slows before halting.
“That didn’t take long at all did it?” He amorously says, popping his fingers into his mouth and you’re agreeing with him with a slight blush on your face, looking at him with glassy eyes of admiration.
“Why don’t you get on your knees right here.” He taps his heavy boot against the spot on the floor in front of him. You’re too fixated on the part of his face that is exposed to register his demand, he just looks so familiar-
“I fuckin’ said get on your knees slut don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb already?” He booms and you jolt in his lap before thinking ‘oh shit oh shit this is happening.’ With that you scramble to the spot in front of him and he snickers before rolling his shirt up a bit to expose his lower abdomen, taking his massive cock in his rough hand and tugging at it a couple of times before motioning you over with one finger. Moving closer to him and placing your hand on the tops of his thighs, they flex under your touch as he brings the member against your lips.
“Maybe if you do good I’ll allow you one guess at who I am.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, giddly shaking your head and he moans, grabbing your face with one hand and caressing it.
“So fucking pretty yet so fucking nasty.” He mumbles pleased as fuck by the nights events as he squishes your checks to make your mouth open up.
“Tongue out now” and you loll your tongue out with no hesitation. You figure by now if this indeed is who you want it to be then you want to eat this situation up as much as you can.
A slurred laugh of approval leaves his throat as he slips the tip in your mouth to which you latch onto quickly, sucking and swirling your tongue to pleasure him and lap up the salty precum. Once you start taking him further in your mouth, you look up to examine him. He still has the mask pulled just a bit above his mouth, but even so you can see a slight blush making its way up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his lip.
A bit more eyeing helps you understand that the voice changer must be under his shirt and attached to a mic or something because it still has his voice modified even with the mask above his mouth. About this point an ache in your jaw makes you pull off of his cock as saliva drips onto it while you gasp for air, not realizing how far you were taking him. You are quick to put him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you play with his balls.
“Fuckkk, you look great on your knees. Keep doing it just like that, ya.” He talks more to himself than you as he starts to lose himself in the feeling of pushing past your full lips and down your tight, struggling throat. His rationality of staying composed is slipping away and when you decide to snake your hot, wet tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, he loses it. Standing up abruptly, you almost fall flat on your ass, but instead catch yourself so that you’re resting partially on your shins and ass, legs tucked under you.
You look up to question him but his rough hand runs along the back of your neck, weaving through your hair as his other hand guides his fat cock completely down your throat. You gag, but that doesn’t stop him in fact it turns him on even more as he begins to thrust into your mouth. Every so often he pulls out allowing you to breathe, before submerging back inside while using the sinks counter to grip on to. He’s a groaning mess now saying shit like, “suck that cock”, “I love that you’re being such a slut and taking it.” While completely making a mess of your face, saliva trickles down your chin as your gagging and slurping noises bounce off of the walls.
Just when you think he’s about to cum, he pulls out of your mouth with his chest rising and falling rapidly- stomach tight with the thought of release.
“W-whyd you stop? Wanted your cum.” You pout and he groans not understanding how a single person could be so damn cute and nasty. He’s going to enjoy blowing his full, fat load into you.
He’s yanking you up by the arms in an instant and pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, teeth and tongue clash as he aggressively dominates your mouth. You’re taken aback by this because you weren’t really expecting there to be so much carnal passion behind it, it makes you moan like a whore almost forgetting how weak your legs are from just being on them for so long.
But he doesn’t miss the slight wobble and sway to your legs because he’s picking you up quickly, making you wrap your legs around his firm waist as he never breaks the kiss. There’s something addictive about him, his lips. They’re almost sweet or maybe you were delirious really all you know is that you can very well spend the rest of the time like this against his strong chest, sucking on his bottom lip as he groans and cups your ass.
Alas, you have to breathe and when you pull away he whines but clearly needs the oxygen as much as you do, “are you going to take the mask off now ?” You ponder breathlessly, breath fanning against his partially exposed face, as he places you so that you’re straddling him when he sits on the top of the toilet seat again.
He starts to move your exposed pussy along the shaft of his cock, making you moan when the cock head bumps against your clit, “one guess. If you’re right I’ll take it off. If not, you’ll never know who’s about to give you the best cock of your life.”
You groan in pleasure and annoyance at this because it is clearly not fair especially when he is making you grind against his full cock so deliciously. How can you think?
“Come on baby, concentrate hard. Whose fat cock could be making you feel this good before you even fuckin’ bounce on it hm?”
“I-I-
You can’t think straight. You know who you want it to be, but if you say that person’s name will it hurt who it can actually be? Will it change something? Fuck it, you think mind foggy and succumbing to the pleasure that was bubbling inside your core. Your mind moves farther and farther from rationality at every roll of his hips, a thick shaft slipping through your folds until it presses firmly against your clit each time making your eyes flutter.
“P-please Kat-Katsuki.”
There’s a silence after this as he yanks the mask off, a shit eating grin on his face as his ash blond hair, partially wet with sweat,sticks to him as beads begin to form and trickle down his slightly reddened cheeks.
“How’d ya fuckin’ know?” He asks but you’re gone already. Ascending on a whole other plane of excitement and sheer lust as you cup his defined jawline, pupils blowing the fuck out as you nearly cum on yourself right then and there- only able to utter one phrase after:
“Just who I wanted…”
At the realization that you had been stating who you wanted and not who you thought it was along with the display of your cute pupils all blown out in lust, sends him into a feral state as he flings his shirt off.
“Ya? You wanted it to be me teddy bear? Couldn’t have it any other way, right? Wouldn’t satisfy that slutty cunny of yours, isn’t that right? Want me to stuff you all the fuckin’ way?” He rambles, drunk on desire and swirling with an indecipherable pride at the fact that you liked AND lusted over him all along.
“Please, yes let me sit on your fat cock already Katsuki please please.” Your eyes are glossy now even more desperate to carry out with becoming his fucktoy as you feel in a dreamlike state.
“When you beg so nicely like that how could I say no?” He rasps as he lines himself up with your soaking entrance, “go ahe-
Before he can finish his demand, you slam down engulfing his length within your contracting walls, pussy struggling as it hugs the shape of him- no space unfilled as it rams into your cervix and makes you cry out and shake. You’re going to be so fucking sore tomrrow if the stretch of your pussy indicates anything. You have no choice but to sink your nails into the skin on his chest and bury your face in his neck as you try to not cum all at once for the second time that night. He’s no better, choking on a moan as he practically burns his fingerprints into your sides while grinding his teeth in attempts to not get lost in the feeling of your wet sex.
“You can’t just d-do that dumbass!” He brokenly states and you can’t help but clench due to how sexy it is to finally hear his real voice. To see him. To touch him. You move in for a kiss and he groans, caught off guard but completely spoiling you with his lips as he grabs your chin to dominate the kiss. Your head is all over the place as he starts to help guide you up and down his length, the friction feeling so good as he rubs every spot inside you.
“I l-love having you inside me, Katsuki!” You cry out into the kiss as you hug him closer, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and head which pushes his face into your chest, as you add extra bounce in your movements to heighten the recoil of the flesh of your ass slapping against his lap. He’s sucking hickeys into your skin as you throw your head back and moan before he starts to grip your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks apart which effectively pulls your soaking pussy lips open more. He then starts to use the balls off his feet to push up into your cunt.
Your legs start to quiver as he slams into your spongy spot with force, flesh sounding like it could be getting hurt. “Oh fuck right there! Don’t- don’t stop!” You squeal as he increases the speed of his thrusting, wrapping his arms around your back and not allowing you any room to run away- not that you want to.
“You like when I fuck up into that slutty hole? God you’re so fuckin’ wet!” He strains to say as his stomach starts to get tight again, his thrusts turn more erratic, wanting to ensure that he’s abusing your g-spot as he chases his high.
“So rough d-daddy!” You whine as your legs start to shake as you manage to bounce against his thrust, coming down aggressively as he pistons upwards.
The hickey that he was sucking into your shoulder turns into a bite as he feels the impact of your matched actions, your walls shrinking around him, “can feel you getting tighter. Gonna come on this fat cock for me huh, baby? Do it do it like the good slut bunny I know you are!”
You let go at this, clamping down on his cock so harshly that he can barely keep thrusting, “fuck! Fuck! Gonna fill that pussy up so deep!” He starts to ramble as your eyes roll in the back of your head, his thrusting furthering your orgasm. Each thrust after makes you see stars and squeal out in ecstasy as he pounds your pussy into oblivion, your slick creaming at the base of his girth.
“Please cum please I just- I just need it!” You manage to brokenly moan and he’s sputtering, “fuck look at you creamin’. I’m going to stuff you!” as warm liquid fills your womb deliciously.
There’s so much of it that it has no choice but to start seeping out of you and onto his lap and down your legs as he continues to spurt string after string. He’s experiencing aftershocks as he throws his head back and lets out a high pitched moan while your pussy welcomes his cum, greedily pulsating around him to further milk everything out of his cock.
“Fuck, y/n…” he drags out in a slow groan as he works to catch his breath. Your legs are still quivering and you are an overall shaky mess as you bite your lip, face far beyond blushing.
“Thank you Katsuki.” Is all you can muster up, looking at him like he has seriously blessed you.He bites his lip at this, “don’t talk like that or I’ll fuck you all over again.”
Best believe, he cleans you two up before throwing you over his shoulder, making a show of carrying you out of the party and to his car where he will definitely work to fuck you again.
➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.
The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.
I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.
Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too
Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.
I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.
[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.
[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.
A few hours passed of you and Hawks mingling, sometimes with other heroes, but mostly with politicians or officials who’s titled eluded you.
It was painful to see Hawks go from bubbly and happy when talking to heroes, to refrained and quiet when talking to politicians. It was like a switch flipping inside him, so effortlessly going back and forth. He was young and immature with other heroes, solemn and cold with the elites.
It was as if he had been trained to behave that way-
-and maybe he had been.
It was hard to determine which one was real: the starry eyed youngster or stone faced man. That thought left a stinging pain in your chest: a harsh reminder that you didn’t really know Hawks.
Even if he had shared a side of himself that the rest of the world wouldn’t know, was it really him when the mask was off, or was it just another?
But, there was one thing that you knew was real: the countless lives that he had saved. Sure, he accumulated a lot of wealth from that; but, Hawks never asked for the payout when detectives and police came his way, and you had written reports for many things that he was never properly credited for by the media.
That would have to be good enough, and who were you to ask him for more? His assistant, his partner. You couldn’t bring yourself to call yourself his friend, even though you wanted to.
His lover-
Oh well, you didn’t even allow yourself the delusion. You were nothing of the sort, just a convenient partner for him to play with, not that you minded. After all, you were getting something vast out of the arrangement, too.
It would just have to be enough.
Late into the night, your feet were a little sore and the winged hero, unsurprisingly, didn’t look the least bit tired. The band had calmed the theatrics and were now playing a mellow jazz ensemble to quiet the crowd into the night.
Apparently, Hawks intended to see this whole thing through, even at your insistence that he could head out and you would cover for his absence.
It didn’t occur to you that he had an ulterior motive.
Sometime around midnight, he gently took you by the elbow and ushered you through an empty hallway, away from the commotion. You trailed behind him down an empty hallway, completely oblivious to his intentions.
This was a public place after all, and surely Hawks wouldn’t risk anything?
He guided you into a dark room, where you couldn’t see far past the light shining in from the hallway. He closed the door behind you and pushed your body against it, pinning you between his weight and the mahogany. Still, despite the faint warning of what was to come, you gasped when his lips fell over yours. His tongue slipped inside, and you could taste the champagne he had toasted a few minutes ago with a stuffy, high-class lawyer.
You sunk back carelessly into the door, letting Hawks push harder against you. Your mouth opened wider, encouraging him to explore to his hearts desire.
It was a bad idea, really. You could get caught, and that would be a terrible look for him.
But, his hands were heavy where they cupped your waist like a perfect belt, and his taste was dragging you back into that careless, submissive role you had crafted so beautifully together.
Hawks pulled back with a soft smack, before trailing wetly down your throat. His teeth nipped your skin, picking away at your crumbling will power. He had barely touched you, and an ache was already blossoming between your legs.
“Tell me ‘no’?” he suggested, panting softly as he shamelessly pressed his torso against the soft curves of your body, enjoying the squish of your breasts against his muscular chest.
You grunted an unladylike, disagreeing noise, and Hawks chuckled darkly.
“You want me,” he growled approvingly. “In public, too. You little slut.”
A strong hand grabbed at the back of your knee, pushing the fabric of your dress up your thigh. Once he had it high enough, he hiked your leg up onto his hip. He pressed the dress further up, until he could easily reach beneath.
He didn’t fumble for long with the material of your panties, pushing the fabric aside so his fingers could venture deeper. His free hand slapped over your mouth just in time to silence a cry as the pad of his middle finger pressed against your clit in a well experienced motion.
Hawks’ fingers gently dug into your cheeks while his palm pressed hard over your mouth. He leaned in close, lips almost touching his own knuckles, and stared imposingly into your eyes.
“So wet for me,” he praised, letting an evil grin curl his lip.
You had no idea what this room was. There was a safety bulb plugged into an outlet near the floor, giving enough light to let you see Hawks just barely through the darkness, but not much beyond him. You could hear the muffled commotion from the grand hall, vibrating through the door. It likely was loud enough to block out your sounds; but, Hawks seemed to enjoy silencing you.
“Want to be touched, don’t you?” he murmured hoarsely.
You nodded weakly, only to suddenly twitch at the shoulders when his hand twisted around. A calloused finger pushed past your folds and straight into your heat. The slick sound was startlingly loud, and had your thighs twitching against his waist.
“-fuck you with my fingers?” he continued his line of hoarse questioning, drilling his digit in a way that forced fleshy, wet sounds.
Your eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure.
“Look at me,” Hawks growled, anger seeping through his tone.
You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly, and dug your fingers into the shoulders of his suit.
“Look away again, and you don’t come,” he threatened, snarling against the back of his hand. You could almost feel his warm breath seeping through his own skin onto yours.
“Look away again, and you won’t get my belt,” he added on lowly.
His teeth flashed in an evil smile when you shuddered at his words.
“Ahh. You want that, don’t you?” Hawks taunted, huffing out a breath that nearly betrayed his evil tone.
Suddenly, his hand was pulling away from your heat and gripping your thigh to carefully drop your leg back down onto the floor.
“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you? Yeah, you are,” he mumbled darkly, leaning over your shoulder to breathe hotly into your ear.
Hawks removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed at your inner elbow, pulling you away from the door.
“Walk over there,” he commanded, guiding you further into the dark room.
You obeyed on wobbly legs, fearful that you might trip over the unseen. After a few steps, suddenly, he shoved you forward, and you cried out as you nearly collapsed, only to land chest-down on a wood surface that had to be a desk. You laid there in a stupor for a moment, wondering how Hawks could see through the dark.
“Straighten up,” he growled.
You leaned up on your elbows and adjusted your posture, moaning when his hands lifted your dress until the fabric was pooled over the curve of your ass.
You gasped when he tugged your panties down your thighs, tugging the fabric harshly. You felt him shifting, kneeling behind you, and he lifted each foot to help you step out of them, ensuring they didn’t catch on your shoes.
You didn’t know where your panties went after that; the thought was lost when you heard the metallic clanging of Hawks undoing his belt, and the whooshing sound as he pulled it through the straps along the waistline of his pants. The sound echoed in your ears, a sweet promise of what was to come.
“What do you say?” he asked, dragging the belt gently up the back of your thigh so you could feel the leather against your skin.
“Pleas-”
He didn’t even let you finish, tossing his wrist so that the smooth, leather of the belt cracked over your skin. It hit right beneath your behind, along the meat of your thigh. He was much gentler than he had been with the proper toy; still, the harsh sting of pain had you screaming.
“Hm? What do you say?” Hawks demanded in a harsh whisper, smacking you again with the smooth, flat side of his belt before you could even inhale.
He struck you a few more times, alternating sides, and received a pathetic sob or cry each time, depending on whether or not you had managed to catch your breath.
Remembering his demand, you managed a pathetic, “thank you, sir,” breathless and disgustingly lustful.
The belt dropped to the floor with a noisy clatter before you heard a thump. You barely had a second to be confused over what had happened before something wet was dragging up your folds. The rough drag of his chin hairs filled in your imagination to what he was doing.
He wasted no time slipping his tongue inside, wiggling against your velvety walls. Your thighs shook, and Hawks growled into your skin.
You whined, cheek smooshed into the desk, and resisted the urge to reach back and grab at his hair.
Just because master didn’t bind your wrists, didn’t mean you had permission to touch him. Oh, but if you did, then he would punish you, wouldn’t he?
Spurred on by that thought process, you reached back and carefully slotted your fingers through his hair, reveling the softness of those messy strands. Hawks moaned into your flesh, sincerely enjoying the drag of your digits through his roots.
But, of course, he couldn’t let you get away with that.
Hawks pulled back and rose to his feet with a growl. He pushed your extended arm onto the desk, pinning your limb with his strong grip. He arched over you, and you felt the weight of his chest press down on your back, and then his hot breath into your hair line.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
When you didn’t answer quickly enough, his hand collided harshly with the skin of your ass. You managed to bite back a scream, jolting at the rough touch.
“Hm?” he demanded in a harsh hiss.
“No, sir,” you panted out.
He yanked you to your feet, so harshly that it left you a little dizzy. Luckily, he held you tightly against his chest, ensuring you couldn’t fall. He peppered soft kisses against your cheek, releasing a breath that smelt strongly of champagne.
Delirious, you turned your head, and moaned loudly when he granted your silent plea and allowed his lips to fall over yours. His hands made quick work of your dress, skillfully undoing the top bindings until he could pull it off your shoulders. The fabric fluttered away and gathered where it was cinched at your tummy.
You gasped when he spung you around. With an effortless heave, he had you lifted and deposited onto the desk. The surface rattled beneath your leg. One of your heels slipped off your foot and clattered noisily to the floor as your legs swung up to drape elegantly over his hips.
Hawks busied himself with your now exposed chest, sucking harshly on one nipple while his other hand tugged the other between his digits. You sobbed helplessly, back arched and legs tight around his waist. The heat of your center begged for attention, desperately empty.
Desires he had denied you bubbled up: you wanted his cock buried inside you, to pump your cunt like a sleeve until he was satisfied. You wanted him to cover your mouth with his hand while he did it. Or maybe, you wanted his hand around your throat at the threat to squeeze if you made a sound.
His hand curled over your core and you whined as a couple fingers trailed along your wet slit teasingly. Your eyes were closed, head a little dizzy; but, you smelt that champagne breath again and parted your lips obediently. Hawks laughed darkly before slotting his mouth over yours, just as he slid two fingers into your heat, and gobbled up your sob.
His wings flapped behind him, a dramatic gesture that stirred air in the stagnant room. Vaguely, you realized he was doing it to catch sounds from outside. It was amazing, really, how he could manage to focus on so many different things at once.
Feathers slipped free from his wingspan, separating to disappear into the darkness. Some fluttered around the room, and many others crawled all over you.
It should have felt invasive or unpleasant: feeling his feathers curl around your thighs, along your chest to pinch at your nipples, up the back of your neck and into your hair. Perhaps, it was the knowledge that they were Hawks’ feathers that made it pleasant; they felt familiar, like his touch. You squirmed from the pleasure as one found your clit.
You tore your lips away from his to murmur, “-m close. P-please, can I-”
“Really?” Hawks uttered back darkly. His condescending tone had you fluttering your eyes open to meet his gaze. In the darkness of this room, staring down at you, with shadows cast over his face and eyes glowing, he looked evil.
But, you were anything but scared.
“You’re gonna cum on a strangers desk?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Actually, that’s a lie-” he corrected himself with a harsh chuckle, “-this is Takao’s office.”
Takao? Who-
-oh, that’s right. This was a region organized fundraiser, and Takao was an appointed lawyer, and one who wasn’t at all shy about his distrust of heroes, especially ones like Hawks, and had even threatened him legally on many occasions.
You probably - definitely - should have been mad about it. Maybe, you were more vindictive than you originally knew, or maybe the winged hero was bringing that out in you. He really was a bad influence, wasn’t he?
Oh, but it felt so good.
“Maybe I should turn you over, so you can scratch it up,” Hawks suggested, grinning down at you like a madman.
You shuddered, despite the thought of what a terrible idea that was. Hawks pushed your legs up higher with his free hand, until they brushed his ribs. He leaned in closer, practically climbing on top of you, and drilled his fingers faster.
You could feel sweat glistening on the surface of your skin, prickling as your orgasm grew closer. Hawks trailed nibbling kisses along your chest, and his hair tickled your skin. His wings would flap periodically, the sound not quite loud, but a delicious thrum in your ears.
“-use my belt to tie you to it, lick you until you’re crying,” Hawks mumbled, ensuring you could hear him, despite the words sounding like they weren’t intended for you, as if he was just pondering thoughts out loud.
“-spank that cute little ass 'till it’s red,” he added on, voice rough like tumbling gravel.
He leaned up and kissed at your hair line before resting his lips over the shell of your ear. Your eyes had closed at some point, and you were vaguely aware of how badly you were shaking.
“Beg me to come,” he snarled.
“Sir, please,” you whined, head tilting back.
His free hand released your thigh, disappearing from your skin. He scooted back away from the table and dragged you closer to the edge.
“Please,” you cried again, even though Hawks hadn’t slowed his hand, and was clearly intending to get you there.
The pace of his wing beats had grown faster and his feathers vibrated against your skin where they pinched and twirled. His shoulder moved against your leg, back and forth, and you heard the most sinful moan pour from his lips across your skin.
You came with a cry, shaking against the table, skin burning hot and thinly layered with sweat. Hawks slowed his fingers as you came down. His feathers calmed, but remained close, clinging to you as if they had nowhere else to go.
You were sharply aware of the movement of his arm, and whined pitifully into the dark room.
“Sir,” you called out to him, wiggling around in an attempt to break free from his old.
“Sir, please, let me,” you continued.
Hawks leaned his head up and looked down at you with his eyes half-lidded and lips parted, an almost pained look on his face as he touched himself.
You couldn’t stand it.
“Let me - please, please, let me,” you complained like a scolded child.
“You’ll ruin your suit,” you added on fiercely, chest heaving with your labored breathing.
“Master, please-”
That seemed to be the final straw, for Hawks let out a frightening sound, a growl that rumbled through his chest like the roar of a motor. His arm’s jerky movements finally came to a halt.
“Shut up,” Hawks snarled, warm, champagne breath washing over your face.
“Shut the fuck up,” and again, venomous and angry.
It was thrilling. The wild look of his gold eyes stirred up powerful emotions inside you. You reached for him again, ignoring his earlier threat, and clawed weakly at his coat like a needy, senseless child.
“Fine,” he uttered darkly.
Hawks pulled you off the table, and let you drop inelegantly to the floor, crumbling to your knees at his feet. One of your knees landed directly on his shoed foot, not that he seemed to care. The positioning brought you eye level with his cock, which you stared at shamelessly where it hung out of his barely opened pants.
Even through the dark room, you could see the beautiful shade of purple tinting the tip. Pre-come was oozing out the slit and, as you slid your hand over his length, you could feel the angry throb of the vein on the underside.
You sucked him down immediately, gagging at your overzealous efforts. There was a loud noise as Hawks’ hands grabbed at the edge of the desk. He hunched over, gripping the wood so firmly, it squeaked in protest. You could feel his legs trembling as you bobbed your head.
“Ohhh-” he moaned, the sounding breaking off into a hiss.
At this angle, you couldn’t see, but you could feel his eyes peering down at you. It was a bit disappointing, honestly - just a bit, for you wanted to see the look of pleasure on his face, watch him go cross eyed as you suctioned tightly on the tip before going back down as far as you could.
The desk squeaked again, and you briefly worried he was going to break it.
“Fuck-” he cursed hoarsely.
Recognizing that tone, you didn’t dare slow down.
“-agh-!”
One of his hands let go of the desk. A moan broke through the room before it was abruptly silenced, no doubt by him biting down on his own hand. The warmth and salt of his seed filled your mouth, and you carefully swallowed in patient gulps, ensuring none of it spilled past your lips and got on his suit.
Hawks exhaled hoarsely when you slid up and down his length a few more times, slow and careful, as his orgasm waned. You lingered, feeling his shaft throb from the intensity, and gagged when the soft tip brushed just a little too deep.
His hand finally touched you, fingertips sliding carefully over your exposed shoulders. Only then did you finally remember how obscene you looked, breasts exposed, dress partially undone, hair likely a hot mess. His fingertips traced the protrusions of your shoulder blades in delicate patterns.
“That’s enough,” he sighed, shifting his free hand to cup your jaw.
Rather than moving back yourself, you let Hawks remove your mouth from his length, carefully pulling you back until his tip slipped from your lips. You peered up at him through glistening eyes, and was startled by the absolute look of adoration on his face.
“Good girl,” he praised, petting your cheek with a large hand.
He leaned over, hooked at arm around your waist, and pulled you up onto your feet.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised again, voice hoarse and blissful, before pepping your lips and face with soft kisses.
He pressed against your mouth and carefully dipped his tongue inside, tilting his head and smooshing your cheeks together. You whined as he explored, as if ensuring you hadn’t wasted a single drop. His hands caressed your exposed back, holding you tight against his clothed chest.
The taste of champagne and your own essence lingered, weakening the longer you kissed, until all that remained was just him.
Eventually, Hawks pulled back, and started tugging at your dress. You helped him pull the straps back up and sighed when he smoothed out the fabric with careful hands, leaning back to ensure you were properly covered.
You reached for your hair, but found his feathers beat you to it, tugging at loose strands. His own hands joined in. With some careful finger-combing, and reassembling your ties and pins, he returned your updo to something more presentable.
You were pulled into an embrace, bare feet tiptoeing atop his dress shoes.
“I should have asked first,” Hawks commented softly, his wings flapping again.
“I don’t recall complaining,” you retorted smoothly.
He hummed, satiated, and started fumbling with your dress again.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Of course,” you replied brightly.
You held onto his shoulders for balance, and stepped back into your shoes. Hawks tucked himself away before one of his feathers delivered his belt into his hands. Before he could thread it through the belt loops, you gently smacked his hand away and used your fingers to tuck his undershirt back in. He laughed quietly, but otherwise made no effort to stop you.
After some fiddling with his tie and smoothing out the wrinkled shoulders on his coat, Hawks pulled you back into an embrace, forcing your head to lean into his shoulder.
For a moment, you stayed like that, hyper-focused on the muffled music carried down the hall and Hawks’ large hands curled against your back. He swayed slightly where he stood, moving you, as well. It likely wasn’t intentional, as he was just helping you down from a scene; but, you couldn’t help but think about how he couldn’t do this with you out there.
A slow dance with his assistant-
How improper…
He pulled away and gave you a final look over.
“Oh, my - ugh-” you uttered, realizing that something was missing.
With a grin, Hawks reached into his pocket, and fished out something small and wadded up. He held it up to show it you, as if triumphantly. You stared at the sight, briefly expecting him to hand them over. However, before you could even think to reach, Hawks was shoving the dainty material back into his pants pocket.
“I’m keeping these,” he answered boldly.
His eyes locked on yours, expressing an unspoken offering, that he would gladly hand them over if you only asked. However, the thought of him walking around this stupid party with your underwear wadded up in his pocket, like some kind of trophy, was oddly alluring.
“Yes, sir,” you answered, lips twitching into a faint grin.
You pulled away from Hawks, and heard a pleased, chuckle-like sound escape him.
“Do I look okay?” you asked, stopping at the door.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
Better, actually; but, Hawks decided not to say that out loud.
Hawks was alone in your apartment (yes, his master plan of secretly moving in had worked). Today was your trip to go see your family and tell them the news, while he had to stay on call if any big emergency happened. But the problem wasn’t being alone, it was being alone with his thoughts.
“(Y/N), right?” Hawks called you from his office door “Ye-Yes Hawks-san” he scrunched his face at the way you added a formal title to his name “C’mon, let’s keep it casual, just Hawks is fine “.
That was your first interaction, over five years ago, well it would be six years today. That meant it was a special day, he figured you would probably arrive past dinner time, so he still had enough time to make something for you. He got to work and searched for a recipe that looked appetizing but still had every vitamin your body and the baby needed. Something he started doing since day one and now was just a habit.
“Hey (Y/N), can you book my interview for the magazine for this friday?” He was tired, a lot of things were piling up on his desk, but it didn’t matter because he could use it as an excuse just to spend more time with you.
You always walked out of the elevator door with your office attire like any other woman in Japan did. And still it just made him more confused with himself, there was something absolutely amazing with you, he was sure of that, but he didn’t know what.
The timer in the oven brought him back to reality, taking out the food and bread he made. A month ago you made a comment over why the ‘bun in the oven’ wasn’t right because ‘nugget in the oven’ seemed more fitting for your baby. And he fucking loved it, making it the new oficial knick name of your child. He chuckled at the memory making a soft smile appear in his lips.
Should he wear a suit? he asked himself while chopping some vegetables.
“Um Hawks, the meeting is starting in twenty minutes” you always acted nervous around him “Thanks sweetheart. You know those new heels look fantastic on you” his first move on you, he wanted to break the formality barrier there was between the two of you. “Thanks, I’m glad you liked them” you bowed and left.
His next move was bringing you coffee after his patrol ended “I brought you coffee, and a cookie too. Also you look so pretty today” and you blushed hard to a simple comment “I-thanks Hawks” you were now more confident around him. He liked that.
The tie wasn’t right, the blue one didn’t match, he should stay true to himself and use the burgundy one. He went to change the tie, looked at himself through the mirror and decided that it was kinda okay. He went to your dresser and searched under it for a tiny box taped to the underside of the furniture.
“Staying late?” His shift was already over, but you still were there after everyone had already left. “Yeah, I just don’t want to leave something for tomorrow when I can do it today” that was probably your motto for work, but he never asked, instead he said “Really? you don’t have any plans for friday night?”
“No, Hawks I-” He was close to you, really close. His face was just an inch from yours, the perfect opportunity he needed and he took it. He leaned in and kissed you, a simple kiss that escalated surprisingly quickly. Where you both ended in his office, taking each piece of clothes off. Sucking hickeys to your clavicle and snaking his hands over your thighs .
You were moaning right in his ear and he felt his cock getting harder by the second. “H-Hawks please” you whimpered not taking his teasing anymore. He had a playful smirk plastered in his face while going down your body leaving a trail of kisses until he reached your clit giving it a long lick that made you shiver. He then started to make out with your pussy, letting grunts and hums that you felt going up your spine.
When you started to feel your legs shivering, he inserted two fingers inside of you making you leave the most pornografic moan out of your mouth. “Keep doing those sounds for me sweetheart” He grunted into you. His free hand kept roaming your thighs, he needed to feel you, he needed to feel you were close to him.
He felt how you started to clench around his fingers so he stopped his movements leaving you feeling empty. “Do you want me to continue?” he looked you straight in the eyes “Yes, please” it sounded breathy and desperate, just how he wanted you to.
You gasped at the feeling of his cock entering your velvety walls, at the way he stretched you so good. He took your legs and put them around his waist. It started slow and sinful, hitting deep inside of you. When it started to go harder and faster, he knew you wouldn’t last any longer by the way you were clenching around him. He nuzzled in your neck letting little pecks right under your ear “C’mon pretty girl, make a lovely mess all over me” he said in a sultry whisper. You came so hard he came right after you, the most amazing orgasm he had had in his entire life.
The next day when you walked through his office doors you looked radiant and had a big smile on your face right until he said, “Let’s just keep it casual, you know we don’t want any big scandals” and he saw how your heart broke in front of him and he felt bad about it but did nothing. If he could slap himself of the past he would.
God he was nervous. Was he moving things too fast?
‘No you idiot, you pushed her aside for five fucking years, you can do this’ He thought to himself. Even if he broke your heart in the worst way possible, he was doing everything he could to make amends for his actions and he knew it wasn’t enough, but if everything went well tonight, he would have a lifetime to do it.
Maybe it was too early to daydream about your wedding, what would your house look like, he wanted a house with a lot of space for your kid. He also started to imagine how your kid would look like.
He was so lost in thought he jumped when you opened the door. “I’m home-woah, what is this for?”
“I just wanted to do something special for my special girl” He tried to play things normal, like he wasn’t so nervous he could throw up.
“I made dinner. ” He helped you take your shoes off since you couldn’t bend down with your baby bump, and took you to the dining table. This made a domestic feeling between the two of you. “Oh great, I’m so hungry right now” you sounded so excited at the idea of a fresh meal after a long ride on the train.
He helped you take a seat and served you a portion of the food and then he took a seat across from you with his own portion.
“Thanks for the meal” He looked so tense while you were eating, he just poked at his food. You made small talk about what was the reaction of your family to the news of having a baby but he didn’t put too much attention.
When you finished eating he suddenly stood up and went straight next to you, he knelt and pulled out a ring box out of his pocket
“(Y/N) would you marry me? I know this is unexpected, I have been the worst out of the worst, and have never showed you how much I love you and if I knew I loved you from the beginning I would have done things differently-”
“Keigo shut up” He froze the moment those words left your mouth “Yes, you are an asshole, and an imbecile, and an idiot, and a lot more and I’m going to make sure you know it every single day. But you have never been that to me”
“What?!” He was so confused right now, he was a walking red flag and you never thought of him like that.
“Yes, you broke my heart in the beginning, but your actions kept telling me you loved me, even if you never realized it. Believe me I have a long list of examples. And you keep doing it even now that I’m pregnant, I expected for you to push me away, fire me and pretend you never met me and yet here you are, in one knee demonstrating you want to this right”
Your speech made him cry, ugly cry. “So yes, I do, I want to marry you” he was so thankful but couldn’t say it with his sobs interrupting him. He felt as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders. You truly were the love of his life and now he could have you by his side and have his happily ever after.
He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is grateful he did. He hugged you by the middle, sobbing “You have no idea how happy I am right now, I’m so glad you said yes” He pushed himself away trying to wipe away his tears.
“I love you keigo”
“And I love you so much, I’m not gonna get tired of saying it the rest of our lives”.
Three months had passed really fast, even faster for the winged hero. But not in a wrong way, it is that a lot happened in a short time he didn’t even realize it. He started to slowly move in your apartment, first he left his work jacket one time he came to visit, next it was a set of pj’s, then he had some documents and a little office space in your living room, yes he started to prefer your apartment to his luxurious penthouse, because it felt like home, an actual home.
The domesticity you started to share with simple meals he prepared for you while you worked, or sleeping together just listening to your heartbeat, sometimes you spent the night talking about anything and everything. Even going to casual dates more often. But also Hawks was living his best life as a soon-to-be father, carrying a copy of your last ultrasound in his pocket. He had a list of names in his phone notes with the only condition you gave him, nothing related to birds. Every night he imagined what your daughter or son would look like, he hopes they get your eyes.
And today was his day off, so you decided to start making plans for the nursery. He tried to make as unrecognizable as possible, hiding his wings, wearing a hat and sunglasses, not because he didn’t want people to know he was taken, but because he didn’t want a mob of people to sweep in and accidentally hurt you.
“It’s a pity we can’t make a babyshower” you said while looking at some plushies.“Why not? It’s a great way to make the announcement public”
“Yeah, but I want to tell my family before that” that’s another important thing, you haven’t told your family yet, you wanted to pay a visit and tell them in person, so you had to make a long trip to the country side of Fukuoka. “Well, we can make a small gathering with other pros and mayb-”
“Aww look at this, isn’t it cute?” You interrupted him by showing a tiny yellow onesie with a tiny duck hat with a big smile, your baby bump sticking out from your silhouette, holding that little onesie. To him you looked cute, radiant, the most beautiful woman he could ever see.
You were confused because he never answered, he just walked up and hugged you, putting his head on your shoulder.
“Kei, is everything okay?” you asked a little concerned because of his behavior.
“Yes, it’s just that I’m so happy I don’t know what to do” he murmured to your neck so only you could barely hear him.
“Hey, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed”, you said hugging him back.
“I love you so much (Y/N)” he separated a little bit to put his hand in your belly “And our chicken nugget” He had this sparkle to his eyes by just looking at you, when he suddenly felt a kick right under his palm.
“Oh my god, their first kick. Did you feel it?” Now Hawks can confirm that everything new that was happening to him was absolutely amazing.
Warnings: Pregnancy, tiny little bit of angst, fluff, hawks being bad with feelings, poorly written smut, that is the biggest warning, mention of Hawks’ mom. Hawks being a dork in love.
Notes: English is not my first language, some things could be badly written. Not beta proofed.
Your relationship with hawks was way better than a week ago. He called you in the mornings and in the evenings, even when he got little breaks. One day he went to your apartment to bring you breakfast and found out how awful morning sickness can be. But every night he came and went directly to see if you were okay.
And today was finally the day, today you were getting your first ultrasound. He was sitting next to you in the waiting room. Nervous and way more excited than he should, seeing all the other couples with their own kids was making him feel a lot of things.
He wasn’t expecting a 180° change, but there he was already picking names in his mind. While you were expecting everything to go wrong. He was taking your hand and tracing small circles in the back of it, a small gesture to try to calm you down.
Everything was way different from the last time, Hawks was making everything possible to make sure you feel he is there for you, finally beginning to know you. There were a lot of things he thought he knew about you but you were as much of an enigma as him.
He knew how you liked your coffee because he always stole a sip of it and knew how you liked to organize your notes, but didn’t know what was your favorite show, if you had any hobby, or how was your relationship with your family.
Which brought him a bigger problem, his family. He didn’t tell you about it, but he called his mother the same day you told him you were pregnant. And it didn’t go so well, he called at least fifthteen times before she picked up. “Don’t bother me keigo” was what she said before hanging up.
It didn’t bother him that much, he knew that would happen. What bothers him is how much he hoped for a different outcome.But now he had to focus on the present when the nurse called you to the doctor’s office. He never let go of your hand. When you looked at him he was wearing his biggest smile, it was somewhat cute.
And then the doctor said “Congratulations! it looks like you have a six week pregnancy so far” she probably said something more but everything sounded muffled to hawks.
Six weeks ago, he remembers everything, it was a Tuesday because it was late at night. You were still doing paperwork when he came back from a mision pretty beat up and asked you to patch him up.
It wasn’t uncommon he asked you that. You were sitting at his desk, cleaning some scratches in his face. Meanwhile he was looking at you as if you were a goddess. You had your eyebrows frowned and your lips partially opened. God your lips always looked so good, he didn’t even wait for you to finish cleaning him, he stood up between your legs and started kissing you, not hungrily like every time you did this, it was more like a passionate kiss.
He started unbuttoning your blouse, leaving your breast exposed when he pulled down your bra. His hands were now grabbing your waist while yours were on the desk for stability. It felt like everything was spinning, soon he deepened the kiss and started grinding onto you with his wings encasing you.
This wasn’t something new, when he hired you he already had a mild crush on you, maybe more of a physical attraction. It wasn’t even one month for him to start flirting with you, when one day you just looked so cute to even let go of the opportunity. And it became your routine, some days you would stay late so he could take whatever he desired from you.
You let a moan escape your mouth when he started kissing your neck, it wasn’t too long for your clothes to disappear, he inserted two fingers inside your pussy knuckle deep. It felt so good, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your legs started trembling and began to feel the knot inside you getting tighter and tighter before it snapped, he waited for you to finish riding your orgasm on his hand, then he pulled his fingers out and put a condom on.
The moment he put his cock inside you, you let a loud moan out of your mouth, your eyes were glossy, your back was arched and your lips were red and shiny from the kissing.
“You are so beautiful” He said with adoring eyes.
Hawks felt what he thought was overwhelming lust in the moment, but now he knew it was love, all this time what he felt was love. And that love made the new life that was growing by the second, right in front of him through that screen.
“Look Keigo! There they are!” You sounded excited and he was smiling like a mad man. For the first time in a week and a half your relationship felt like it was before, even better than before. And he was fucking ecstatic to enter this new chapter in his life along side you.
Hawks had asked to meet you at a restaurant a few days later to discuss the situation. After he kept his promise and arranged everything for you to work from home, you only called him for his briefing or just texted him when you weren’t feeling that well.
You arrived at the restaurant and you were immediately directed to a private room, he was already there. You always had a good chemistry with him even before the hook ups, but now everything feels awkward. You didn’t make eye contact, just looked around the room. It was a high end restaurant with a very traditional decoration.
“Hey, there’s a lot of that sushi you liked last time-”
“Hawks, I can’t eat raw fish”
Now he was feeling like the biggest moron on the earth. Since the day you told him you were pregnant he had spent all his free time searching everything he could find about pregnancy, but he never searched for a diet.
“It’s okay, I’ll have whatever you’re having with chicken” And now he was feeling even worse, because you knew him, you knew anywhere he went he would always order something with chicken and yet he didn’t know you can’t eat raw fish.
“All right, we can do that, what about you choose something to drink?” You nodded and searched through your menu. Meanwhile he looked at you, you haven’t changed a lot in the few years he knows you. You even looked the same when you stayed your days and nights next to him after he was burned by Dabi. You even stayed after he brocasted his darkest secrets. You stayed and acted like it was any other day. It was amazing the comfort he got just from your presence alone. He was scared of that, the familiarity of someone, it was new for him. Maybe he was afraid of new things .
That is why he wanted to do this, because you were there for him when he needed someone, and you needed him now, especially him because he is the father. That’s another new concept for him, but he wasn’t frightened by that. Yes, his parents weren’t the best examples of what to do, but they were the best on what not to do. He Knew what their mistakes were, he was going to read every book he found, ask for advice, even go to a parenting class. But he was going ahead of himself, first he needed to fix things with you.
“Look Hawks, I don’t need anything from you” you were trying to find an exit to this situation again.
“When is your ultrasound?” he interrupted before you could refuse one more time. “Next week” a short answer so you could escape, this was suffocating. You didn’t exactly want to be a new burden on his shoulders. “Then clean my schedule for that day, I’m coming with you”.
“Hawks you don’t need-”
“I’m doing this because I want to. Let me be there“
“I don’t want to barge in your life like that” No matter how hard you tried to push him away, he kept insisting on being part of this “Why not?”.
“Because you have more important things to do” Now he understood why you wanted to run away from him. It isn’t exactly him, It’s the implications of being pregnant with his child.
“More important than you?” He was getting frustrated.
“YES” you were so desperate to stay out of the way you resorted to shouting.
“NO” he replied the same way.
“It’s selfish of me to keep you away from the thing you love the most”
“And what if you are what I love the most”
Another new thing for hawks, love. And god if it felt good admitting he was in love with you, all this time it was love, he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
He stood up and sat right next to you. Tears were falling from your eyes “But you never said you loved me” He pulled you into an embrace.
“I know, like I said, I’ve been an asshole this whole time, but I’m going to make it up to you. For you and our baby”
Maybe it seemed like very little, but it was exactly what you needed to hear right now. And maybe new things weren’t as scary as Keigo thought.
Today was like any other day you would come inside his office, say your greetings and his schedule and then leave. At least that was what he was expecting until you said “ I quit”.
He was confused, you did an amazing job day in and day out, everyone in the agency loved you. “Thanks for the opportunity to work alongside you” You did a small bow and waited for his answer. “What? Why?” He stood up from his office chair and stood in front of you.
“I found a new job and-” You were avoiding his gaze and were pretty nervous. “That’s bullshit, tell me the truth” and that’s when you broke down with tears in your eyes “Hawks, I’m pregnant”
He froze, didn’t know what to do, he was processing what you just told him, you were crying in front of him and he just stood there scared. That was what he was feeling, he was scared, and you were scared.
When he finally became aware of his surroundings again he pulled you into a hug. Where he felt way too big and suffocating inside his office that he wanted to fly out of the window and pretend this never happened but you seemed so fragile next to him, he knew he couldn’t do that, not when you needed him the most. “Please don’t leave” he pleaded next to your ear pulling you tighter into the embrace.
He knew it was stupid trying to make you stay now when every single time he pushed you away. “Hawks let me go, I don’t want anyone in the agency knowing” that was a rule he put to whatever relationship you were having, and now he was regretting. He regretted all his choices, but never meeting you, not when you walked that first day into your little desk next to his office door. Not even now.
“No, please, I can arrange things so you can work from home, but don’t quit” He was crying too. “Keigo stop” you tried to push him away but he didn’t let go “If you really don’t want this, then we can find-”
“NO! I’m keeping this baby” you finally looked him in the eyes, both puffy and red from crying. “Then let me be part of this (Y/N)”
It wasn’t an easy decision, during the five years you have worked with him, Hawks always kept you at arm’s length from him, more than being afraid of commitment, it was the way he had learned to maintain relationships. In a way that never interfered with his work, but this was different, you were different. He wanted to do things right with you, yet he made the same mistake over and over again. But not any more.
“I know I’ve been an asshole, but let me stay by your side, work things out” He was starting to panic when you didn’t say anything for a long minute, he knew he fucked up and you were going to say no and walk trough that door and never see you again. And once again, anything was what he was expecting.
