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Shit often ended up like this. Sure, it was nice to get on your knees and let him slap you around, call you a good girl and choke you until you saw stars, but sometimes you were in the mood for pure domestic sex. Coming home and just fucking anywhere, just to get a load of your shoulders.
That’s what got you here, sitting in the corner of the shower, running a razor down your legs as you watch Keigo wash himself down, great crimson wings spread as far as they would go. The bathroom was practically custom made, large jacuzzi tub in the corner, big enough to fit a liege of people, the vanity sink with a new make-up station that he’d put in when you officially moved in with him after watching your legs fall asleep when you’d lean over the counter to get the precise, sharp line against your eye or to dot a few faux freckles across your cheeks. Right across from the sink was the shower, where you currently rested, naked as the day you were born. The shower was the fanciest thing you’d ever touched, a waterfall fixture, a detachable waterhead, and another fucking showerhead against that one. The funny thing is that the admirable number two hero had been using two-in-one shampoo and conditioner until you got your hands on him. With this majestic shower, you’d think he knew one thing about basic quality hygiene.
Sitting on the bench across from the multiple flows of water against your boyfriend’s back, leaning forward as you watched him lather shampoo into his ashy blonde hair.
“So, I was jus’ flying with the kid, right? Getting him to safety and all that, and then when I finally found his mom, she started hitting me with her purse!” His eyes are closed, leaning back into the water to rinse out his hair and your throat bobs watching the muscles of his neck ripple against the water. You laugh, forced a bit but genuinely amused by his story. “Like fuck, here’s your kid!”
“I mean, you probably deserved it. Hope she got in a good hit for me.” You turn your attention back to lathering your legs with more sweet smelling shaving cream, scratching at a bug bite on your ankle. Remember to close the balcony door . You made a mental note about how more and more mosquitos were flying into the sticky summer season.
“Yeah, yeah. She got me right in the wing though, sure you can’t kiss it better?” A feather shot out, softly rubbing against the exposed curve of your neck, making you squeal and push your exposed back against the cold, wet wall, making you jump again.
“Fuck off!” Laughing, you pressed a quick peck to the feather floating in front of you, not missing the way shivers racked Keigo’s form as the feather flew back to him across the short space.
“You sure about that?” A smirk danced across his face, hand going down to palm his exposed cock, your eyes drawn to the way it slapped against his thigh, half hard and baby pink.
With a small smirk of your own, you spread open your legs, running a finger not coated with the creamy shaving cream in between your exposed slit, smudging the wetness against your plush thighs.
“Hope it hurt when she smacked you, by the way.” Circling the slick, you trailed a hand back up your stomach, dropping the shaver in your left hand and brushing your fingers over the exposed peaks of your nipples, deciding to pinch the perky beads between your thumb and pointer.
“It fucking did too, and I still had, like, ten more people to evacuate.” He drops his cock, tongue tracing along his bottom lip, as he runs his hand under the water to get rid of any precum that might have leaked out before going back in to grab your favorite hair mask tin, the cinnamon sugar one with the pretty engraved font, with a quirk of his brow, enticing you.
“That’s mine!” A whine builds from your throat, more playful than aroused, but you’re getting there. Letting out slow whimpers as you find one of your hands between your thighs yet again, slowly thumbing at your clit. “Please don’t use it all, I paid for that and it’s so expensive.”
“I’ll buy more for you.” Watching as he popped open the small bottle, scooping out way too much, and threading it through his hair.
“That reminds me, do you want me to pick up chicken tomorrow?” The thumb circling your clit stutters as soon as you thrust two fingers into yourself, stuttering out a moan as you catch the walls against your knuckles. “ Fuck, fuck… I need, oh , more miiiiiiilk and, god , some chips and shhhhhit. I think we’re running, ah , low on coffee creeeee eamer .” The words thread together as you drag your fingers through your cunt, thumb jerking against your swollen clit as you work yourself up, back arching off the cold tile trying to stuff your little fingers deeper.
Keigo's golden eyes trained on your pretty pussy, opening and closing around your fingers so nicely as he steps away from the water to let the hair mask set for the 5 minutes recommended on the underside of the cup. You hear him hawk up a glob of spit, clamping a fist around his cock and dragging against it. Your ears pick up on squelching sounds from his arm twisting as he jerks himself off, moaning and huffing every second or so.
“ Uhhh , yeah probably. You gonna cook for me like a pretty little wife, huh? Fuck , dove.” He draws your attention, watching as your eyes open and you give him such a lovely smile, eyes glazed over with lust and adoration and fuck he just wants to drown in that look.
“Too early for the w word, isn’t it Kei?” You’re teasing now, in tune to how your body works and able to form supple sentences, noises espacing with minimal effort. Usually, he’d have you crying and whimpering, saying you’re his good, good girl, his princess. Right now, there was no scene, no ropes, paddles or otherwise. Just you and him in a stare down in the pristine bathroom.
“I know I’ll make you my wife someday.”
It’s soft, the way he says it. The words dance across your vision, implanting themselves into your brain and scoping out a nice apartment in your frontal lobe. You whimper, digging your fingers deeper, sighing at the sloppy sounds you were making as you shoved them inside you, gathering enough slick to move them back to your swollen clit, rubbing in time with the sounds of Keigo’s hand against his cock.
" Fuck, oh shiiiit, when y’ say it like, ah, ah, ah, that, maybe I’m ready to be a young wife.” Your blush dusted tits bounce with every move of your fingers against your clit, whines slurring into the next word. “Come home, cook you dinner. A little fucking apron and shit.”
He lets out a fucking moan at that, hand moving faster and you time your fingers to his. He’s stepped back into the flow of the water, letting it rinse out his hair as he thumbs at his cock, leaking precum onto his toned stomach.
“Holy fucking hell, yeahhhh, gonna be a mommy to my fucking kids too. Make me a daddy, right pretty girl? Mommy and daddy with a fucking litter of kids, right?” You choke at that, keening at the nickname as you feel a pressure forming in your lower stomach. Your eyes drift up to your boyfriend, watching as his wings flex and bump against the glass walls of the shower, hair framing the sides of his face and clinging to his cheekbones. His mouth is open wide, drool lolling out of the side of his mouth as he drips it onto the rosy tip of his dick, spreading it along his shaft.
“You wanna make me a mommy? Fuck, fuck, fuck, Keigo, God Almighty.” Your moans ricochet off the echoey bathroom walls, slick clinging to you and to the stone bench beneath you, fingers working your clit like it’s the last time you’ll get to cum. “ ‘m s’close! Ah, ah, ahhhh.” Your hips buck against your hand, and usually, you’d have him holding you down, but the motions against your sensitive pussy draw you up, up, up.
“ Shiiiit, shitshitshitshitshit, fuck, dove, so pretty for me. So good, all for me right? Pretty little cunny all spread open, all for me right? Gonna make me a daddy, give me all the kids I want.” Keigo’s so far from you, you have almost a full body view of him, and you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening as you reach out a hand to him, beckoning him closer.
“Kei, Keigo, Keigo, ah, please!” His hand brushes against yours, and he’s looming over the bench, fist still working himself, the wet sounds reaching your fucked out ears and spurring you on. “Wanna give me babies? C’mon, please, daddy, please.” And you're cumming, fingers stuttering against your clit as you ride out the high you’re on, twitching and whining and mumbling out such nice things from your pretty lips, begging Keigo to please, come on my pussy, daddy.
With a final grunt, and a long drawn out moan into the air, he’s angling his dick against your spread out cunt, pushing only the head in as he coats your insides. You feel it against your slick, feeling boneless as he pulls away and kneels down, pushing two of his fingers inside despite your playful swats at his hand to get him away from the sensitive skin.
“So, you wanna propose now or what?” Breathless as he presses into your hole, leaning your head against the corner behind you and panting. “Can’t make me a little wife without a ring, birdboy.”
“Now, that wouldn’t be any fun if I just told you, huh?” His eyes gleam up at you, thumb pressing against your clit, but you shake your head, fixing him with a glare.
“Red, Kei. Can’t take more.” You murmur, feeling the weird mixture of cum and arousal spill from you as he pulls away, soft golden eyes matching yours.
Softly, he grabs a face towel and wipes his sullied fingers, moving between your legs to pull as much mess from them as he can, wiping the shaving cream from your legs while he’s down there, humming as you thread your hands through his hair, braiding it into little strands. Your eyes trail after him as he runs the towel under the water, placing it on the shampoo rack, and grasping your wrists to help stand you up on shaky legs, before knocking them out from under you and adjusting your legs around his waist like a koala bear.
“Hey!” You protest lightly, rapping on his back with your knuckles, right above the place where his wings sprout from his back. “I can walk.”
“Yeah, but I like carrying you. Small little thing in my arms, makes me feel strong.” Keigo teases back, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder and then pulling your face out to peck your mouth, once, twice, three times as he moves you to the bedroom. After showers and baths, he needs extra time to dry down because of his wings, so he leaves you to get dressed, mauvering back into the bathroom to do some wing-care stuff.
Minutes later, you’re dressed in some big, quirky shirt from an American thrift store with a weird saying and a pair of Keigo’s boxers fashioned into shorts for you, stuffed under the fluffy white comforter and scrolling through your phone when you feel a weight drop on the side of the bed, and the heady musk of the oil the hero uses on his wings enters your senses. Turning off your phone and plugging it in, you roll to face the man against you, trapping a muscled arm in your grip and pressing your cold nose into the crook of his neck.
You don’t speak much, humming when he asks if you feel ok, nodding when he tells you when he has to get up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips when he tells you he loves you.
As you’re finally nodding off into the dark of the bedroom, adjusted so Keigo can scroll through his phone and weave his hand through your hair, you hear him make a cooing noise in the back of his throat, the sound he makes when he’s trying to calm you or himself down. You don’t know which it is, until he speaks into the air, like he’s testing if you’re asleep.
“Dove?” It’s a whisper across your hairline, a kiss embedded to your forehead.
You pretend, sighing and shifting like you’re deep asleep, nose running along his cheek and feeling the skin crinkle around his eyes, telling you he’s smiling.
“I’m going to marry you someday.”