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the hero billboard chart jpn is a big event. you know this, you’ve always known this. so when keigo asks you to come with him as his plus one, you’re reluctant.
“come on, it’ll be fun,” he’s smiling at you like it’ll quell the nerves that jitter under your skin (and maybe it does. just a little). so you show up in a little gold and black dress and a red purse that matches his wings, hanging off his arm.
“stay by me, baby bird,” he whispers throughout the night, his fingers warm and protective on the little of your back. you obey, always tucked by his side, and thank god you are because the number of faces you recognise from screens and the news is intimidating to you.
they know who you are. of course they do, you’re hawks’ sweet little girlfriend, pretty and his prized possession; he’s constantly showing you off and you love it. you make each other endlessly happy, and now watching him on stage as the number two hero for god knows what year in a row, you’re proud. boundlessly proud of your boyfriend, all the times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to him gone off on an emergency mission, all the people he’s saved. he deserves thisand more.
the evening is wonderful. it is, with hawks in high spirits, with all the heroes congratulating him, patting him on the shoulder, giving you soft smiles. you’re so lucky , they tell you. the number two hero. all yours.
you smile. nod. look pretty. realise hawks isn’t by your side, and you feel a little cold without his arm on your waist, his right wing extended just a bit so everyone knows who you belong to. you turn, spot him at the bar, golden hair and golden eyes trained on someone who isn’t you.
mirko (or rumi, as keigo always so affectionately refers to her) sits across from him, laughing and threading her long, thin fingers through hawks’ hair. she’s pretty, so pretty, with her strong thighs and her hero costume. she’s glowing, holding the attention of your boyfriend for just a beat too long. you know she’s no threat, she’s never been, but you can’t help the way you roll your eyes, some kind of wicked jealousy bubbling in your gut. there’s no reason for you to feel this way; you know keigo would never do anything to hurt you.
but it’s still annoying.
you don’t let it show, not here, not where you’re the pretty girlfriend, his arm candy. but when you get back home, you’re on him in an instant, tracing your stiletto sharp nails down his cheek. “getting chummy with other girls, are we?” you ask him, watching the way his stare wavers on you. “do i need to remind you?”
he chuckles. “remind me of what, dove?” his arms come around you, wrapping you in his warm body. “hm? was my little baby jealous?”
“not at all.” you lie through your teeth. “just thought you’d like a little reminder of your place, hawks .”
you watch him shiver. you love it, when you turn the tables, when you put yourself in charge. you never use his hero name, so watching his bottom lip quiver when you did is electrifying. you let your stare linger on him for just a second longer before you’re spinning around, walking back to your shared bedroom. you know he’ll follow, and he does, the soft padding of his feet behind you enough to make a smile threaten to cross your features.
“dovey.” you hear him, but you don’t turn around. “you know, you know she’s just a friend.” i know , you don’t say. i just want the excuse to fucking ruin you. to remind you who you fuckin’ belong to.
“get on the bed. take off your clothes. and don’t,” your voice is sharp, warning. “don’t fucking touch yourself.”
you have him under you, hands bound to the bedposts with pretty pink silk, straddling his chest as he whines. keigo whines so pitifully, so beautifully, harmony in your ears as you trail your nails down his chest, ghosting over his nipples. “sit on my face, please, please ,” he’s begging, hands straining against the silk. you’re making sure he’s comfortable, watching his feathers ruffle every time you pinch his sensitive nipples, pinkish brown and pretty.
“you’re not in the position to make demands, honey,” your voice is velvet, laced with mirth. “but i pity you.” you shift closer to his face, his mouth just an inch shy of your clothed cunt. “want you to pull down my panties with your teeth.”
and he does. you have him wrapped around your finger as you cant your hips forward so he can reach, his pearly teeth tugging at the red lace, and you’re helping him along, one flimsy finger pulling the other side of the waistband down. you toe it off and he groans, your slick cunt bare on his face. “fuck, gimme it, gimme it .”
you pull back, raising your hand before bringing it back down across his face with a sharp crack. “shut up. i don’t have to gag you too, do i?” you watch him, eyes wide, lips parted as his cheek turns red. his eyes are so full of adoration, wicked ecstacy.
“no,” keigo whimpers. “‘m sorry, fuckin’ sorry.”
you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his hairline. “good boy. you know your safeword, yeah?”
he hums, nodding.
“and your non verbal cues?”
“mmhm.”
“that’s my good little bird. now,” you take his cheeks between your fingers, squeezing his lips apart. you spit a generous amount into his mouth, warm saliva hitting his tongue. “swallow.”
he moans, swallowing before dropping his jaw to show you his empty mouth. your cunt clenches, a shudder through your body as you watch him, pale and pliant in your grasp. “good boy,” you whisper. “want my pussy?”
“please,” he gasps, and you finally let him, shifting a little further up so you’re fully seated over his mouth. he groans, low and guttural, at the taste of you. keigo’s mouth is nothing short of skillful; he knows how to use his tongue, slopping and licking your drooling cunt, wrapping his lips and sucking. you whimper softly, hand clutching the headboard as you rock your hips, clit rubbing against the tip of his nose.
the sounds he’s making under you are downright sinful, sucking and slurping and like he’s feasting. he is, his golden eyes peering up at you full of adoration, watching you as you cradle his head with your free hand, fingers tangled in his hair. he hums against you, vibrations on your clit making your eyes flutter shut.
“keep- k-keep going,” you muster out, rutting your hips faster against his mouth. you don’t need to tell him, he thinks as he sticks his tongue into your pussy, fucking your shallowly on the wet muscle. you stifle a moan, falling forwards, your hands by the side of his head to prop yourself up.
“untie me,” he’s panting. you look down at him, almost cumming at the sight of his mouth covered in your slick, his eyes half lidded. “please, wanna- wanna hold on to you.”
you curse your mind for being foggy, for nodding and undoing the binds because once you do, his hands are gripping your thighs so hard they bruise. his fingers are digging into your plush skin, forcing you onto his mouth completely, weightless and euphoric. you mewl, tugging at his hair as he buries his face between your legs.
“be-behave,” you manage to muster. “don’t go all wild.”
he hums non committedly, focus zeroed on your cunt, tongue licking and slurping you with vigour. you feel the familiar kindling in your belly as he continues, biting your cheek to keep your composure. you’re the one in charge, you’re the one in charge—
“make me cum, i know you can, keigo,” you whimper, cradling his face. “gonna m-make a mess, on your face—“ you twist off with a moan, ecstasy drowning you in waves. you hear him hum again, his tongue flicking your clit before sucking on it.
you ride his face, hips grinding against his tongue in search of your orgasm, and he gives it to you. he sucks on your clit and you whine, tugging at his hair sharply as you gush over his face. your vision whites out as he fucks you through it, whimpering as he licks you clean. “good boy,” you praise him airily, smoothing his hair down where you pulled it. “s-so good, yeah?”
“mmhm,” he hums, resting his cheek against your thigh. “taste so good, sugar, love it. love this cunt.”
you roll your eyes, shifting off his chest. “yeah? is that so?” you trace a fingernail along his jaw. “well, if you’re real good for me tonight, i’ll think hard about letting you have it again, okay?”
keigo whines. fully, high pitched whine tearing through his throat, hands reaching out for you. you slap his hands away with the threat of don’t make me tie you up again. he’s so pretty like this, eyes wide and begging, mouth pouted. you want to give in, let him have his way with you, but your hands tremble with the overwhelming power you feel. to have your boyfriend, the number two hero , crowned just so a few hours ago, begging for even a morsel of your affection; you thrive on it. you smooth a hand over his plush skin, pale and practically calling for you to mark it, but you steel yourself. you want him to earn everything you give him, and when you bring this up to him, he looks at you with incredibility painted across his face.
“fuck you mean i gotta earn you… pegging me?” he’s blushing, his cheeks tinted a pretty pink. you know he loves it, loves being fucked by you. it’s something he brought up first months ago, and that first time you sunk deep into him with a prodding cockhead and a sizeable girth, he came as soon as you bottomed out. “what do you want me to do?”
you leave a sharp slap to his thigh. “lose the attitude, that’s first.” you reach over him to your bedside table, yanking open the drawer and fishing out the half full bottle of lube. “i want you to prep yourself. show me how much you want it, and then maybe,” you watch his eyes grow wide in desperation, a plea on the tip of his tongue. “ maybe , i’ll fuck you.” you lean forward, catching his honeyed lips in a kiss. “okay?”
“okay,” he mumbles against your lips. “gonna do a good job, i promise.”
you smile. “i know you will, baby boy.” you lie back, watching as he cants his hips upward, twisting so he’s lying on his stomach, fingers swiping at the lube before inching down to his hole. the sight is heavenly, the dim orange lighting of your bedside lamp curving his features, backdrop against his muffled whines as he stretches himself out on two fingers. you can’t help the hand that trails down your own torso, fingers spreading your folds and rubbing your clit, covered in spit and slick and cum.
“you’re drooling all over the sheets.” you tease him, and he huffs, pumping his fingers faster into himself, the schlick, schlick sound of the lube guiding him easy access music to your ears. keigo’s blushing so hard you’re scared he’s going to burn up. “fucking pathetic little boy, huh?”
“i-i’m not pathetic.” he’s rutting his hips desperately against the sheets, mouth agape in search for something. his cock is red, achingly hard and drooling pearls of precum. “i’m not, i’m n-not…”
you pinch his thigh so hard he yelps, looking at you with fire in his eyes. “stop trying to get off on the sheets. pathetic. pathetic. you don’t want my cock, is that it? don’t want me to fuck you?”
“i do! i do!” he whines, hips bucking, his thigh brushing against your foot. “please, fuck, i need it. need you,” he licks his lips, swollen and cherry red. “please? i’m- i’m all prepped, i promise.”
your fingers trace over the curve of his ass, pulling him apart so you can look at him, covered in slick, begging for your cock. your voice begins to waver. you want to fuck him, need to. “you gonna behave?”
he nods, flipping so he’s resting on his knees in front of you, his face twisted back so he can see you. “gonna behave, i promise, i promise.”
you give him a soft smile, smoothing a palm down his tense back, corded muscle under your fingertips until you reach the base of his wings. they flutter under your touch, feathers ruffling softly. “pretty,” you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to the skin between his wings. “so, so pretty.”
reaching over the bed, you pull out the box of toys you share from under your bed. fastening the harness with a pretty pink strap-on,hawks’ favourite (you know because you’ve caught him a few too many times stretched out on this one, and only this one, whining for you, and inches from an orgasm. you like to watch from the doorway until he notices, and babbles for you to help him). “liked being fucked like a whore huh?” you slather a generous amount of lube onto the strap, until it’s dripping just like his hole, drooling and cherry pink. “say you like it.”
“l-like being fucked,” he babbles, backing his hips up against you. “like a w-whore.” you revel in his stuttering words, lining yourself at his entrance. “please, need it, please?”
wicked flame licks at your heart. “please who? ”
the tips of his ears turn pink. “don’t make me say it.”
you run the tip of your cock against his hole, catching slightly on the tight ring of muscle. “if you don’t say it i won’t know who you need, sugar.” he flushes when he hears you, breathing ragged. you’re torturing him, and you love it , love how he’s whimpering, backing his hips into yours, refusing to give in. “c’mon, lovely. you know you want it.” you lean forward, pressing your tits against his back, cock caged between his body and yours as your hand snakes to the front. you stroke the tip of his own cock with the pad of your fingertip, giggling as he jolts forward with a curse. “just say it, and i’ll give you everything.”
he pants, wings ruffled and untamed. the crimson is so lovely, you think as you rake your fingernails down his chest. “hm, hawks? tell me who you need.”
“you—! you, mommy, need you. ” he gives him, shoulders slumping. “fuck, can’t believe i’m fuckin’—” his words twist into a moan as you press your hips forward, the cock pushing past the ring of muscle. “fuck, fuck, mommy, yes—! ”
you hum. “good, hm? like it when mommy fucks you like this?” the silicon makes the prettiest schlick sounds as you fuck it into him, slowly and gently. you give him time to adjust to it, watching his knuckles whiten as he grips on the bedspread. “answer me.”
keigo gasps, eyes fluttering open as you bottom out. “yeah, y-yeah, love it.” his cock’s spilling onto the sheets, leaking like a faucet with every thrust in. “s’too much, fuck , need more—”
“greedy little bird,” you whisper in his ear, holding him by the hips as you pound your hips forward. his head falls to the pillow with a high-pitched groan. “hurts and you still want more? what a masochist.” you spit, pushing past the resistance into his tight hole, skin slapping against skin. he’s falling through rings of debauchery, pushing his hips back onto yours for more, whining incoherently. you feel so goddamn powerful, your love bleeding into your fingertips that dig harshly into his skin. you love him and that’s why you give him everything, everything you have in every thrust.
he’s ruined, tears smudging the black eyeliner you helped him put on earlier this evening. you wish he was on his back so you could watch him, but you know it’s more comfortable for him like this. you keep the pace, hands rubbing soothing circles on his thigh, on his back. you angle deep, and listen to his broken gasps, smiling as he clenches his fists in the sheets.
“there—there! right there, again, please ,” he’s begging, words sugar sweet, melting on his lips.
“hm? here?” you angle it the same way, prodding against his prostate, watching him fall over, shoulders on the sheets. “that’s my baby boy’s little spot, huh?”
“uh huh, uh huh,” barely there, his voice is barely there. you’re getting uncomfortably wet just watching him get off with a strap on his ass, slick running down your thighs. “right there, mommy, just wanna- nngh , gonna cum,” you land a small smack on his ass, admiring the red handprint that begins to form, and the grunt that he lets out. “again, again.”
you chuckle, landing a series of slaps on his skin, smoothing over it gently. “like that, huh? been such a naughty boy, you like mommy’s punishments.”
“i’ve been a bad boy,” keigo mumbles. “been so bad, ‘m sorry, just wanna be- nngh! - be good for you.”
“you are, my love,” you lean down, pushing your cock to the hilt in him he he slumps forward with a moan. you press a kiss to his shoulder blades. “so good for me. such an obedient boy.”
“can- can i cum?” he twists his head to glance at you, his golden eyes glazed over. “please, fuck, i need to cum s-so bad, mommy,” you brush his hair out of his face, gentle mirth in your eyes.
“wanna cum?” he nods desperately, eyes fluttering shut. your hand finds his cock, snaking around his torso to wrap around him. “fuck, you’re so hard, baby. you’re aching .”
“wanna cum,” he repeats. “wanna cum, wanna cum, pleasepleaseplease ,” he bucks into your hand, hips thrusting so he’s fucking into your hand, and then fucking back onto you as he pulls back. “please, let me, let me?”
“mm,” you hum, pumping his cock a little faster. you feel him twitch, and god you wish he was on his back so you could watch him. you pull out of him quickly, and he gasps, a cry on the tip of his tongue. “move over. wanna see you,” you guide him onto his back, and he does, legs curled up by his sides as you push back into him. he whines at the intrusion, twisting his head so he’s muffled by the pillow.
you almost cum watching him. god, he’s so beautiful, black eyeliner smudged around his eyes with silvery tears running down his cheeks, muscles taut with tension, his balls swollen and you can tell he’s gonna cum so much. you watch his cock bob up and down as you fuck into him, hips canted upward so he can take more of you. his wings are shuddering under him, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks dusted pink. “gonna—” he keeps repeating. “gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“go ahead, baby,” you coo in his ear. “cum for mommy. make a mess, yeah?” your manicured hand strokes at his cock faster, and he’s grunting, his whining, “mommy, mommy,” slurring as he cums, cums so hard onto his stomach, your cock buried balls deep in him. you were right; he cums a lot, precious white staining his tummy in globs, shimmering as you slow your pace.
you brush his hair out of his face, planting a soft kiss to his forehead. “there you go! cum so pretty. such a good boy.” he blushes at the praise, breathless and fucked out. “such a good little slut for mommy, hm? bet you loved that.”
“i did, i did,” he’s smiling, sunshine in his eyes as he looks at you. “wanna, wanna cum again, in mommy’s pussy, please .”
you frown, pulling out slowly, his puckered hole clenching around emptiness. “getting greedy, are we?” you unfasten the harness and toss it on the floor, crawling up over his body, a sheen of sweat covering his pale skin. “making demands now. didn’t i tell you you had to be real good for mommy to give you her pussy again?”
“i remember,” keigo mumbles, hands coming up to cup your cheek. “i remember, i remember. but i’ve been… good, right?”
you smile, your fingers wrap around his, leaning into his palm. “the best.” you dip your head down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you straddle his hips, lining his cock at your hole. “gonna cum for mommy again, hm?” he swallow his gasp as you sheathe him in you, your eyes fluttering shut as you seat yourself on him. “fuck,” you whisper against him.
he whines, his cock hard and prodding against your gummy walls, your slick drooling all over his navel. hands find your hips and he guides you along, hips bucking up to drill back into you. “stop that,” you muster out, propping yourself up with your hands before tapping his cheek harshly. “don’t be g-greedy.”
but he doesn’t stop. in fact, he ruts into you faster, breath ragged and panting, cock sliding in and out of you with so much vigour your elbows are threatening to give out. you sputter, fingers wrapping around his throat and squeezing it harshly. “keigo, keigo. ” you slap him and he stops, looking at you pitifully. “bad fucking boy. i told you to stop.”
“but-” you slap him again, hands trembling. have you ever been this harsh with him? he knows his safeword, and by the looks of it it’s nowhere near the tip of his tongue. you trust him to use it, or at least his cues, but it never comes.
you push your fingers into his mouth, pressing down against his tongue. “you listen to me, brat. look at me when i’m talking to you.” he does, eyes melting into pools of ember as he looks at you with fearful adoration. “i’m gonna tie you up since you won’t listen. and then mommy’s gonna ride you until she’s satisfied. got it?”
he nods weakly. you pull your fingers out, and slap him again, spit streaking on his cheek. “use your big boy words. got it?”
he whimpers. “got it.”
you reach over him to grab the pink silk again, coaxing him to sit up slightly and binding his wrists to the bed posts. they’re already a little red from when he was straining against them earlier, so you take extra care to make it loose, but still tight enough that he won’t slip out. and plus, you know he would rather die than disobey you.
when you’re done you sit back down on him, muffling a whine as his cockhead brushes your cervix. you see him crack a smile. “real kinky one, aren’t you?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.
“shut the fuck up. you love it.”
“i do. oh god, i do.” you lift your hips before bringing them back down again, the satisfying slap of skin against skin echoing in your bedroom. you plant your hands on his chest for leverage as you ride him, and you feel him try his hardest to buck into you. your moans mix together, dripping sugar all over the bed as you fall apart in each other. “oh, fuck, please, slow down, sl-slow down—”
you don’t. you bounce faster on him, head tilting up as you chase your own orgasm. “pathetic little boy huh?” you muster between pants. “all mine- fuck - mine to use. just a pretty dick for me to use and cum all over.”
“mmhm, mmhm,” you can tell he’s close, searching for heaven in your gooey cunt, his balls tightening as you keep riding him. “fuck, baby, mommy, i’m gonna… ”
you grin wickedly. “already? fuckin’ useless, all you needed was a little bit of pussy and you’re creaming like a little schoolboy?” you slump forward against him, forehead resting against his. “cum for me, then. cum, cum inside.”
you won’t admit it, but you want it as much as him. you want him to cum inside, paint you white, paint you his. so when you feel him jolt against you, cock shooting hot ropes of cum into you, you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. you’re cooing him through it, staving off your own orgasm. “good boy, fuck .”
“mommy, fuck, too much, ‘s too much,” he’s whining, head thrown back against the headboard as you continue. you’re still bouncing on him, cum leaking out of you down the sides of his cock, pooling on the sheets. “s-stop, need to- mommy, ngggh! ”
“you’re not using your safeword, baby,” you whisper, desperately trying to coax him towards another orgasm before you unravel. “c’mon. i know you’ve got another one. one more for mommy, please?”
“i- i can’t, no more.” keigo’s lip is trembling, tears welling up behind his lashes. “fuck, mommy, don’t stop, never stop !”
you smile. lean back, keep bouncing your hips against him. the cum is trickling out of you, making the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you all the more obscene, but you both love it. he’s crying, overstimulated and crying, and you lean forward to wipe them away, traces of mascara and eyeliner smudging around his eyes. “you look so pretty like this,” you whisper. his hands are straining against the silk, desperate to touch you. but you don't let him. instead you wrap your fingers around his neck, featherlight squeeze as you fuck him into oblivion.
“love you,” he’s babbling, pussydrunk and drowning. “ i love you, so much , thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou ,” he’s rutting his hips into you, sloppy and mistimed, muscles taut from overstimulation.
“i love you too,” you murmur against him, so fucking close. every thrust in brushes against your sweet spot, fucked full of cum and cock. “oh god, keigo, i- i’m-”
“go’a cum?” his words are slurred together, twisting into moans and whines. “me too, me too, cum with me, please. ”
you catch his lips in a kiss, heated and honeyed and kissed by the moon. you swallow his words, his spit and his gasps, panting into his mouth as you feel it build. “let go,” he whispers against your skin. “let go, i got you.”
and you do. you cum, fully seated on him, cumming and cumming and you won’t stop. the clench of you walls pushes him over too, and he cums with a gasp in your mouth. “keigo, keigo ,” you moan, fingernails digging into his skin as he fucks you through it, harsh thrusts against your hips. “o-oh—”
he kisses you, sweaty and euphoric. “good? you okay?” you slump against his chest, catching your breath, so acutely aware of his cum and yours mixing, leaking out of your cunt.
“i should be asking you that.” you look at him, mirthful eyes meeting mirthful eyes. “was that too much?”
he chuckles. “you know i can take a beating, baby. now uh, could you untie me?”
“mm,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his jawline, undoing the binds on the bedposts. “hope you didn’t chaff too much. i used the silk for that reason.”
keigo kisses you again. “it was perfect. still take such good care of me when i’m bad, huh?” he noses against your cheek. “my perfect girl.”