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You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, each thud echoing in the suffocating silence of the forest. Your shoes slipped against the damp leaves, forcing you to catch yourself as you wove between the trees. The darkness was working against you, the dense foliage above barely allowing slivers of moonlight to break through.
You couldn’t stop—not now. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you ahead, letting you sense him before he got too close, but it wouldn’t hold out forever. You could already feel him closing in, his speed increasing, his presence pressing against the edges of your awareness like a shadow creeping closer. Worse, you knew he could smell you. He had probably caught your scent miles ago.
It was the first time your ovulation had ever aligned with his rut. Helpful for the purpose of the hunt this time, but sadly another disadvantage you had to work with now.
But you’d be a damn liar if you said you weren’t having fun. Being hunted down by the Number Two Hero wasn’t the worst way to spend a date. Besides, after three years together, you’d learned just how much the Commission had kept hidden about him.
Keigo was a heteromorph. It should’ve been obvious to anyone who took more than three seconds to really look at him—but of course, no one ever did. All they saw were golden eyes and an easy, beautiful smile. If they bothered to take just five minutes, they’d understand what the markings around his eyes really were.
The marks of an apex predator.
Plenty of animals had them—tigers, hawks, predators engineered by nature to stalk, strike, and kill with terrifying precision. Sure, Keigo had been trained, shaped, and molded into the perfect hero, but there was so much more to him than what the Commission allowed the world to see. Instincts buried beneath years of conditioning. Hidden truths they never wanted the public to know.
After all, he didn’t earn his hero name for nothing.
Most of those instincts were fairly harmless—small, primal urges he indulged in when he felt safe enough to do so. And you? You had absolutely no problem letting him. The Commission would lose their damn minds if they knew, but you honestly couldn’t find it in yourself to give a singular fuck about what they thought.
So you let Keigo collect his shiny trinkets, hoarding them like a magpie in the corners of your shared space. You let him bury himself in pillows and blankets, curling up in warmth like he was nesting. You let him preen, not just his own feathers, but you too. Running careful hands over your hair, your clothes, the slope of your shoulders as if making sure you were put together just right.
And when the instincts ran deeper, when his pupils darkened and his touch turned possessive, you let him hunt.
Not that you ever made it easy for him.
Keigo may have been an apex predator, but you? You weren’t easy prey. You knew how to play this game—how to let him track you, chase you, corner you. How to make him earn it. And judging by the wild glint in his eyes every time he finally caught you, he fucking loved it.
It wasn’t your first rut with him, but it was certainly the most important. Because this time, he’d asked for something you hadn't expected. No accidental timing, no excuses, no pretending it was just for fun.
Keigo wanted a family. He wanted to settle down.
The words had been raw when he said them, stripped of all his usual teasing and bravado. There had been something almost…hesitant in the way he’d looked at you afterward, as if bracing for your rejection. As if he thought you might laugh, brush it off, tell him he was being ridiculous.
But you didn’t. Because if you were really honest, you wanted it too. He was your everything, and the thought of finally settling down and starting a family…
It was perfect.
So when he caught your scent this time, when his pupils blew wide and his breath hitched like he could already taste you on his tongue—you ran.
Because you knew he’d come for you.
Your legs burned, every muscle screaming as you pushed yourself harder, faster. Your mind raced just as quickly, calculating the best way to throw him off your trail. Keigo wasn’t just fast—he was relentless. His instincts, his training, his sheer determination made him a nightmare to outrun. And he was gaining on you. Fast.
You really only had two choices.
Find a place to hide and pray he didn’t sniff you out. Or throw him off with a distraction—something to buy you just enough time to try and disappear.
Neither option was perfect. Hiding was risky; his senses were too sharp. And a distraction? That would have to be damn convincing to fool him. Your heart pounded as you started to slow and that hesitation cost you the game.
You felt him before you saw him. A pulse of awareness from your quirk—sharp, final.
Game over.
The gust of wind from above sent leaves scattering. The creak of a branch under his weight, the rustle of feathers as he shifted. Every sound sent a shiver down your spine.
You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Still, you forced yourself to look up.
Amber eyes, dark and wild, locked onto you with razor-sharp focus. His pupils were blown, slitted like a damn predator that had just cornered its prey. His wings were raised high above his head, a display of dominance you’d never quite seen from him before. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, this had been child’s play for him. But his breaths were ragged, his shoulders tense as he stared you down.
“Gonna run from me again, rabbit?” he murmured, licking his lips slowly. The heat in his gaze sent a sharp, electric pulse straight through you to your core.
Fuck.
Your fingers twitched restlessly at your sides, your whole body screaming at you to move, to bolt, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not with the way he was looking at you.
Keigo had always been kinda intense, but this was different.
This was fucking primal.
“I could run,” you whispered, though your voice came out far weaker than you intended.
Keigo tilted his head slightly, watching you with a focus that made your pulse stutter. His wings flexed, rustling as he leaned forward on the branch, fingers roughly digging into the bark. He inhaled deeply, like he was savoring the smell something, his pupils flashing dangerously in the moonlight.
And then a slow, wicked smile curled at his lips.
“So run, little bunny,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous. So fucking sexy.
The words set your blood on fire, heat pooling deep in your stomach and you nearly moaned.
You turned, fully intending to run, but he was much faster. Really, you never even stood a chance.
A powerful gust of wind from above sent leaves scattering around your feet, the rush of air stealing your breath before you could even really take your first step. And then suddenly…impact.
The world tilted as your back slammed against the rough bark of nearby trees, the force knocking the air straight from your lungs. Strong hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head, and a familiar warmth pressed in close, caging you in.
Keigo loomed over you, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and pure lust. His breath was hot against your skin, the tip of his nose brushing the curve of your neck as he inhaled deeply, greedily.
“I win, rabbit,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction, but there was a whine beneath it. Rut always made him so very needy. “Time for my prize.”
He pressed closer, his body flush against yours, trapping you between the hard heat of him and the rough bark at your back. His lips found your jawline, peppering soft, teasing kisses along the delicate skin. His wings fluttered behind him, restless, easily betraying his excitement. He was nearly vibrating with energy, barely holding himself back. He was more than ready, and you already knew the only thing on his mind.
His teeth gently grazed your pulse point, and you groaned.“I worked so hard,you know.” he pouted, nuzzling into you. “Chased you all this way, and you’re not even gonna tell me how good I was?”
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, amber eyes still blown wide. His fingers flexed around your wrists before slowly dragging down, tracing the shape of your arms like he was savoring the feeling of finally having you right where he wanted.
“Such a good boy.” You whispered, enjoying the way his wings puffed up instantly at the praise, his eyes flashing in excitement. “Take your prize, Kei. You won fair and square. Go on, make me a mommy.”
Keigo actually whimpered. The sound so desperate, so raw, that it sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through you. His grip tightened as his body started to actually tremble against yours, wings puffing up so bad they looked so unbelievably fluffy.
And then finally, his mouth was on yours. His desperation was so obvious as he claimed you– his teeth clashed against yours, tongue sliding in deep, like he was trying to drown himself in you.
His wings suddenly snapped down, curling around you in a cocoon feathers, shutting out everything but him, not that needed to. It was hard to focus on anything when he was currently kissing you fucking stupid. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every single inch of you, callused fingers pressing into your skin and you knew without a doubt you’d have bruises in the morning.
Before you could even try to catch your breath, his hands were suddenly slipping under the waistband of your pants, so unbelievably warm against your chilled skin.
“Can’t wait anymore,” he whined, the sound utterly wrecked as he pressed his fingers against your cunt. His forehead pressed roughly against yours, his breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “Wanna make it good—fuck, I really do—but the chase, the scent, it’s too much. You really triggered my rut hard this year.” His fingers flexed, gripping you so tightly like he was on the verge of falling apart.
“Need you,” he breathed, his voice tight.
You spread your legs slightly, quickly granting him the access he was seeking. He groaned in approval and appreciation, fingers brushing over the slick heat between your thighs.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his breath shuddering. “You’re already so wet. Straight through your damn panties. Can you smell how fucking sweet you are?”
His fingers trailed lower, teasing, testing, but it really wasn’t enough anymore. Not for him, not for you. Especially not after a hunt. His frustration was palpable, buzzing through every inch of him like a live fucking wire.
“Too many fucking clothes,” he growled suddenly, hands already moving before you could comprehend it. He roughly tugged at the fabric between you as you panted. His grip was rough, impatient, and before you could even think to try and help him, your pants were shoved down. Your shirt was next, being pulled over your head, and your underwear and bra stripped away with a single, effortless motion.
Keigo sucked in a sharp breath as he took you in, his wings twitching, his pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the gold of his irises.
“Fuck, look at you.” he whispered, almost in awe, like he couldn’t believe he finally had you like this, despite the fact you’d spent his last three ruts together. His hands ghosted gently over your skin, mapping every dip, every curve, his touch so oddly soft.
You really should’ve seen it coming.
And then, in one sudden, fluid motion, he spun you around and pressed you down, your chest meeting the cool earth as he pinned you firmly to the ground with a soft thud.
A sharp gasp left your lips, fingers digging into the dirt as his weight settled over you. The scent of the damp earth filled your senses, mixing with the cool night air. At least the moss beneath you was fairly soft, offering the smallest bit of comfort against the way he had you pinned.
His hands slid up your back, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against your ear as his wings lifted above you. You watched their shadows rise, stretching over you in the dim light of the moon. A silent, undeniable display of control.
Fuck, he was going to absolutely wreck you.
“You’re not getting away from me anytime soon, little bunny,” he murmured, voice dark in a way that had your pussy clenching. His hips pressed flush against your ass, his grip tightening as he rolled his hips against you, making you feel every single centimeter of just how badly he wanted you.
“Didn’t the Commission ever teach you not to play with your prey?” you teased, glancing up at him the best you could with your face pressed into the ground.
The words had barely left your lips before Keigo quickly pressed you further into the dirt, a sharp gasp escaping as his weight bore down on you. His grip tightened, fingernails digging roughly into your hips.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth scraping dangerously slow along your shoulder, just enough to make you shudder. His breath was hot, ragged, his wings twitching restlessly above you.
“And I really, really love playing with my food.”
His mouth was on you before you could even think to retort, whatever stupid, witty comeback you had dying instantly on your tongue, replaced by a sharp, unrestrained moan.
His wings finally folded tightly against his back, his grip on your ass tight as he pulled you open, spreading you wider for him. Then—his tongue dragged through your folds, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every single drop of you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound vibrating against you. “Can taste it.” His fingers dug into your skin, holding you still as his lips closed around your clit, sucking with just enough pressure to make your entire body jolt.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbled against you, voice thick with hunger as he took another greedy lick. “So ready.” His breath was like lava as he licked into you again, deeper this time, like he was trying to devour you.
“Gonna fill you up,” he murmured, his grip tightening, his wings shuddering behind him. “Until it leaks out of you.”
You could hear him shifting behind you, the rustling of fabric and the sharp hiss of frustration as he struggled with the knot in his waistband.
“Fucking seriously?” Keigo cursed under his breath, fumbling with the tie, his movements rough, impatient. When it refused to come loose, he let out a growl, yanking at the fabric hard enough that you swore you heard a seam rip.
You couldn't help you, a laugh bubbled up in your throat, but it died the second you felt him press back against you.
Hot, heavy, and finally bare.
His hands swiftly returned to your hips, sliding over your skin, possessive and sure. He leaned down, his breath tickling against your ear as he groaned.
“You think this is funny, little rabbit?” he murmured into your ear. His fingers dug in, holding you steady as he rolled his hips forward, just enough for you to feel how hard he was.
“Go on, laugh at me again,” he dared, his teeth roughly grazing your ear. “Let’s see if you can still manage it when I’m fucking buried inside you.”
The blunt head of his cock suddenly dragged through your slick folds, teasing, testing, and you swore you felt him trembling behind you. His grip on your hips was tight, the imprint of his nails left behind in his skin, his breathing ragged as he fought to keep control.
He groaned, deep and needy, hips rolling forward just enough to press against your entrance. He was teasing, playing with you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved to play with his food. It was enough to drive you fucking wild, so you played your ace. The move that would finally get him to snap.
“Kei,” you moaned, wiggling beneath him like you were trying to slip away again.
That was all it took.
His restraint snapped in an instant, instincts taking over, and before you could even brace yourself, he slammed inside, burying himself to the hilt in one desperate thrust.
The breath was punched from your lungs, a sharp, broken gasp escaping you as your fingers clawed at the earth beneath you.
Above you, Keigo shuddered, his wings stretching to their full span, trembling violently as he let out a weak, needy moan. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, panting, struggling to breathe around the way you clenched around him.
“Fuck,” he choked out, his hands flexing against your hips, holding you still, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. “You’re so wet. Gonna knock you up now rabbit, gonna make you a fucking mommy.”
Keigo barely gave you a second to adjust before he moved, dragging out just enough to make you feel every inch of him before slamming back in. The force of it sent a shudder through your entire body, a breathless cry slipping past your lips.
His grip on you was unrelenting. Your fingers clawed the ground, trapping the mossy dirt under your nails. His breath was hot against your ear, ragged, desperate, each exhale laced with a groan as he fucked into you with purpose.
“So tight,” he moaned, his wings twitching, shadows stretching long beneath the moonlight. “So fucking perfect. Gonna take it all for me, aren’t you?”
You whined pathetically in agreement, body arching into him as he drove into you harder, deeper, like he was trying to claim you from the inside out.
“Yeah, you fucking will,” he growled when you didn’t answer, his teeth dangerously grazing the back of your neck. “Gonna fill you all up, make sure you take.”
His pace was absolutely ruthless, each snap of his hips pressing you deeper into the mossy earth. You tried to shift, to move—but it was utterly useless. He had you, completely, utterly pinned beneath him, and fuck, he loved it.
A sharp, choked sound escaped you as he adjusted his angle, hitting something that had your vision going white. He laughed—low, breathless, wrecked.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” His voice was a taunt as he talked between grunts. “Like being hunted and bred? Huh? My dirty little bunny.”
You couldn’t even deny it—not when the words sent a shiver down your spine, not when you clenched around him so tight it dragged a wrecked groan from his lips.
You weren’t going to last much longer. Not like this.
The last few ruts had been nothing compared to this. He’d built a nest, fucked you stupid for a few days, then pulled you into the warmth of his wings, whispering how perfect you were as you basked in the afterglow together. But this…this was something else entirely.
Was it because you were actually ovulating this time? Because you’d agreed to try for a baby? Because this time you actually whispered “yes” against his lips?
Sure, the nest was waiting for you at home, but had the hunt been a mistake?
Was he actually going to fuck you to death out here in the woods, your screams swallowed by the night as he claimed you over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore?
The fire in your stomach seemed to burn hotter, the tension coiling tighter with every desperate thrust. Your orgasm was so close, hanging just out of reach as Keigo groaned and panted against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“Kei,” you whined, voice breaking, and he huffed, shifting his angle again—
A wail tore from your throat as pleasure exploded through you, your entire body shaking from the force of it.
“Kei! Oh my God, I’m gonna–”
“Oh fuck! Me too!” he choked out, his grip on you tightening as his rhythm grew erratic, frantic, like he was chasing the inevitable.
His wings spread wide as your body tightened around him, the force of them spreading scattering the leaves beneath you. The white-hot pleasure barely had a chance to settle before his hips stuttered, and a sharp sting cut through the haze.
He leaned forward, pressing you fully beneath him, his weight inescapable. You could see his fingers digging into the dirt beside your head, knuckles white, grip unrelenting. Then—his teeth. A sharp, searing pain bloomed at the base of your neck as he clamped down, and you screamed into the open night.
The pain mingled with the pleasure in a dizzying wave, and you squirmed beneath him, overwhelmed. He’d never done this before, never marked you so intensely, never been so rough. It was fucking animalistic—and for some sick, twisted reason, it only made you want him more.
He didn’t release you until his body stilled, the last tremors of his release shuddering through him. You were left limp beneath him, panting like a damn cat in heat, barely registering the way his wings finally gave out, falling heavy to the forest floor with a dull thud.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, voice thick with guilt. Your chest clenched at the sound, even as he pulled out with a soft, reluctant whine. He was still hard—you knew for a fact he was still hard—but the instincts had ebbed enough for him to regain some type of control. It wouldn’t last long before he was begging for round two, but for now, it was enough to maybe get you both back to the nest.
“I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. The hunt, the instinct. It just took over…,” he muttered, voice tight. Then, his breath suddenly hitched. “Oh god, you’re bleeding.”
Your fingers reached up, quickly dabbing at the fresh bite, the warmth of your own blood beading beneath your touch. You tried to sit up to get a better look, but he was obviously far quicker, pressing you back down with gentle, firm hands.
“Hold on,” he murmured sadly. “I need to clean it! I don’t want it getting infected.”
You huffed, breath still ragged. “Can we do it at home at least?”
Keigo hesitated, conflict flickering in his amber eyes. He was wired to take care of you now—to protect, to nurture—but you could tell he was just as desperate to get you back to the nest where you belonged.
“Come on, Kei,” you whispered, tilting your head and giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. “It’s cold, and I know you’re not done. Let’s finish this at home… in the nest, okay?”
His wings twitched, hesitation lingering for only a second longer before he gave a sharp nod. Feathers moved swiftly, gathering your scattered clothes as he helped you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, and you shivered at the sensation of his cum leaking down your thigh. Keigo let out a quiet groan, his fingers already tugging your panties back into place.
“Gotta try to keep it in, okay?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. His hands lingered as he smoothed your underwear into place, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’ll replace it once you’re all cleaned up and ready, okay?”
You let out a soft murmur of agreement, allowing him to pick you up before his wings spread and you were finally off towards home. There was not a singular doubt in your mind that he would keep his promise and as you drifted off against his chest, you couldn’t help wonder…
Would they end up having his eyes or yours?