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Keigo had texted you that he would be running late to come home that night, having to take care of a few more things at the agency before the end of the day. He said not to wait up for him for dinner and that he would text you when he took flight on his way home. And you stared at the soft blue light of your phone, a little sad that it would be a bit longer before your partner would return to you.
But that meant you had time to kill. So you had prepared dinner, eating your portion and neatly packing up Keigo's for him for when he returned. After the dishes were done and the kitchen was cleaned, you thought about what you would doin the meantime.
And instead of doom scrolling, you decided to indulge in the book you were in the middle of. So you took a hot shower and did your nightly routine before slipping on a comfy pair of pyjamas and crawling into your bed. The sun was setting outside, and you could see the colourful sky outside your window, setting the energy for a perfect evening of reading.
You had left your book on your nightstand, so you turned on your lamp and picked it right up. Your shared bed had plenty of space for pillows and throw blankets, so you sank right into your cozy little cocoon with your reading material. The quiet and warmth you felt lulled you to a gentle peace, relaxing after the long day you had.
The thing about the book you were reading, which was recommended to you by a friend, was that the plot was starting to burn with all kinds of sexual tension. That was one of the things that excited you about having your little evening reading session, feeling like you were getting closer to a crescendo in the characters coming together, but it did not end there. The writing was great with captivating imagery and authentic-feeling dialogue that really kept you hooked.
You were talking to Keigo the other night about the book, yapping about how things were starting to thread themselves together. He had pointed out how excited you were, and you were damn glad your friend convinced you to buy a copy.
Right where you left off last night was where things were really heating up. The main character and their love interest were in a tight situation, but the sparks flying between them kept you turning the pages. It had you giggling and kicking your feet under the sheets. You read on as they were kissing, starting to touch each other. Your excited squeals echoed a little in the bedroom.
They were having a great time, finally being able to push away the consequences of being together and putting themselves first. And you felt that it physically affected you as well. A heat started to pool within your body, an ache that you wanted to acknowledge and take care of in this cozy, sexy situation you were in.
And you remembered the toy you kept in the drawer of your nightstand. The one you only found yourself using on occasion. It was there for when Keigo was on long missions, or when you just could not wait for him to return, or when you just felt like having some fun alone time. He knew about it; he was the one who gifted it to you after all. Its existence usually slipped your mind as Keigo took care of you regularly, in plenty of ways. But you were grateful for its convenience, especially now.
You had no idea how much longer he would be at work. He was vague about what he was dealing with. It could be anything between extra paperwork and an emergency mission. But he was busy being Hawks. So you decided, fuck it, and shamelessly reached into the drawer of your nightstand. You pulled out the little satin bag it was kept in and opened it to grab your vibrator.
You had charged it recently, so when you went to push the 'on' button, it sprang to life with an intense buzz that showed off its own strong battery. A pang of excitement ran down your spine.
So you shimmied out of your pyjama pants and panties, now bare underneath your blankets, and kept reading. The characters were in the middle of undressing each other and starting to touch each other even more. Before you knew it, they were engaged in a passionate exchange that had your mind doing flips to even keep up.
You did your best to balance your book with one hand while having your dominate one hold the vibrator to your body. And you turned it on, feeling the sharp and strong vibration tease against your clit. It stroked that heat within you, shivering down your legs and making your toes curl. The lowest setting was already enough to get you started, and you let out a deep breath in the bliss that was beginning to slowly build in your body.
You really tried to focus on the words before you, but the sensation between your legs was starting to take over your ability to read. Seeing the characters in your mind with such passion and desire spurred you on. But then your mind wandered to your partner, memories of his gorgeous body and his beautiful wings. That pretty smile stuck in your brain along with the sounds he made for you when he was buried to the hilt inside of you.
The book dropped onto the blanket when your body decided to abandon it for now. You grasped onto those images of Keigo, the aspects of him you loved and desired so deeply. How he touched you and treated you intimately. How he expressed his adoration. How he was willing to slow down for you, in every aspect. The characters of your book were long forgotten, as it was now just him occupying your thoughts as you reeled against the pleasure of your pussy.
You did not rush to an orgasm, but instead let yourself relish in the feelings and sensitivity in your body to relax into your solo session. The heat of your skin trapped itself underneath your blankets, and the softness of the sheets added to the overall comfort. It was the perfect way to melt away any worries that had been itching at you recently.
You missed his earlier text saying he was on his way home; you must have left your phone on vibrate. And you did not hear the front door opening in the distance, the rustle of keys, the steady shut of it locking, and the thump of heavy hero boots being taken off. But you did hear Keigo call out "Tadaima!" from down the hall.
You involuntarily let out a gasp, almost a squeak in surprise. Out of instinct, you turned off your vibrator and let the built-up tension in your core fade. You felt the emptiness of it, but a touch of anxiety in the pit of your stomach began to fill the void. Your pussy fluttered around nothing regardless, and you felt yourself starting to drip.
You were caught off guard, frozen for a moment, and uncertain what to do. Did you scramble to put away your toy and make it look like you had not just been playing with yourself? Did you keep going and let him walk in on you in the middle of it all? You had a split second to decide before you faced him and that smug attitude.
And you decided on a healthy middle ground, partly due to the embarrassment swelling within you. You let your vibrator fall to the mattress and let yourself just lie there. Panic did not overtake you, but instead the rush of your heartbeat and the sweat on your brow coaxed you not to move.
"In bed!" You tried to ignore the crack in your voice. You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your face had burst with a flush of heat. You heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and you did not notice that your hands had become clammy with sweat until now. The louder those steps got, the more shyness pooled within you like the dripping between your legs.
He opened the door, and there he was in his hero outfit, jacket slung over his shoulder. "Don't you think it's a little early to be in bed-"
And it took him a second to register your form and the state you were in. But when he saw your heavy breath, discarded pyjama pants and panties on the floor, the book that he knew was explicit open facedown on the blanket, he put two and two together. You saw his wings stiffen for a blink, feathers ruffling in their sudden jerk, which then relaxed as a smirk tugged at his lips.
"Couldn't wait for me to get home?"
You felt vulnerable under his gaze as he approached you, knowing the teasing look on his face meant he was about to poke and prod at you. You giggled bashfully, now feeling him hover over you with his height and his wingspan. But he did not tease you or poke fun at you. He simply threw his jacket to the end of the bed, took off his visor and earmuffs to place on your nightstand, and bent down to capture your lips with his. You were used to welcome home kisses, little pecks that were sweet and passionate, but the way his lips moved with a sultry heat sheltered you from some of your worries.
He broke the kiss to look at you, "Sorry to interrupt, baby bird."
You were not mad in the slightest that he had interrupted you; you were just embarrassed. And it was clear on your face, the hitch in your breath, and the way you could not look him in the eye.
But he gently grasped your chin with his fingers and moved you to look at him. His golden eyes were all blown pupils and mischief. You knew that look all too well, and he held your gaze with it with an intensity that could have burned a hole right through you.
And when he slithered his other hand under the blankets to reach for you, he instead found your vibrator next to you, off but almost as if it was blaring for attention. Your face flushed even more when he chuckled, and it was as if the heatwave on your cheeks would swallow you alive.
"Oh, I see." His voice dropped low, like he was purring.
You covered your face with your hands and retreated from his touch, a whine escaping your throat, and Keigo was laughing now.
"Babe, it's okay, don't be embarrassed."
His normal playful tone soothed you, like it was the sunrise after a long night.
He slowly lifted the blanket off of you, leaving your bottom half fully bare to him. And he sat on the edge of the bed beside you, tucking his wings close to his body.
“Don’t let me stop you.” He smiled, then blinked for a second, his own blush starting to seethe on his cheeks, “T-That is, if you’re comfortable with that. I can give you some privacy if you want.”
From your time together, he knew when to stop with the teasing, and that was one of those moments of rationality. He was good at that, knowing when to stop being a ragebaiting joker and get down to your level to make sure you were actually comfortable and feeling safe.
But the thought of him leaving now made you sad, and the arousal that started to swell in your core again protested against the idea of him giving you privacy. It made the images of him you had seen while you were alone flash back into your brain; all desire for him. And it bloomed into a hint of thrill behind your eyes, as you looked up at him again.
You cleared your throat. “No, you can stay.”
His feathers puffed up in excitement, and it almost made you chuckle.
"Show me how you use it.” He reached for you and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, eyes travelling from your face and down your body, “I wanna see what you like.”
You had never used it in front of him before, and it was a thrilling feeling knowing that he wanted to watch you like this. So you fished your toy from the sheets, let him help you out of your shirt, and got comfortable against your pillow again. And when you turned it on, your body relaxed into the pleasure under Keigo's heavy gaze as you let it vibrate against your clit.
He kissed you again, capturing your tiny moans and stealing your breath. One of his hands came up to caress your hair, threading gloved hands through the stands as he watched you play with yourself. His gentleness helped you relax again, feeling him pepper kisses on your forehead as your eyes closed in your pleasure.
“Not sure why we haven’t done this before,” he spoke softly against your temple, “this is really hot.”
You did not have an answer for him, but smiled between quick breaths.
You let yourself savour it again, now finding yourself slightly leaning into Keigo as you wiggled against your vibrator. The embarrassment faded away with the help of his whispered praises. And his own excitement was clear from the way his wings would shift, the warmth on his cheeks as he nuzzled your hair. And it was like he was getting fussy, ogling at the sight of you.
He then got up from the bed, his eyes never leaving you. He lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head, and you watched him start to undress as you continued to pleasure yourself. The two of you locked eyes as his hands slowly slid into the waistband of his pants, and slid them down past his hips. They hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. Your eyes darted down to the bulge in his boxers, and you felt a spike of arousal hit your clit underneath your vibrator.
"I have an idea," the low voice was back, husky from the back of his throat as he shucked off his gloves.
And you perked up a little, curious about what he had in mind, turning off the vibrator to give him your full attention and ignoring your body’s protests to keep going.
"How about I help out?" He tilted his head, the pink on his cheeks adorable, and slid off his boxers to free his fully hard cock. It did not take much to get him going; most of the time he was ready to jump at you like a predator at any sign you were ready for some loving. And right now, he looked about ready to burst. "Shall we try something new?"
You nodded, and he reached for you. He guided you to turn and to sit at the very edge of the bed with a little playful force that made you giggle. He stood between your legs.
"What if I fuck you while you pleasure yourself with that?"
You really did not think your face could get any warmer, but the flush depended at his proposal and the way he was ready to line himself up with your wet pussy.
"Would you like that?" He palmed his hardness, stoking himself at the sight of you before him.
"Yes..." you managed an answer.
You leaned back on the bed, and he situated himself closer to you. He placed a gentle yet firm hand on one of your thighs, waiting for you to be ready. And when you brought the vibrator back to yourself and turned it on, you felt him push himself into you.
The delicious, familiar stretch of him was only elevated with the stimulation on your clit, and oh did it feel amazing. You moaned under the spell of the combined feeling. You were already incredibly wet, so you did not really need any time to adjust to him. So he slowly started thrusting in and out of you, watching your body and your face for your reactions.
“I get to come home to this? Lucky me.” That teasing tone was back, but it now shuddered with his own pleasure.
With him standing and you at the edge of the bed, it allowed for the perfect execution. You lying down and him being straight up, it let you focus on working at yourself without worrying about his pelvis being in the way. And he followed with how you started out nice and relaxed, keeping a steady pace to let you savour all the contact points.
“How is it, baby?”
“It’s perfect…” You stared down between the two of you, watching him slowly move himself against you. You ogled at his body, the cute blond happy trail that led up to his carved abs and back down to his length that was sliding in and out of you. You moaned at the sight alone.
“Hey, up here.”
You looked back up at his face. His hair was tousled from flight, and it complemented the blush that reached from his neck to the tips of his ears. And his smile was everything.
“There’s my pretty girl.”
He knew how to make you swoon with just his words, and you knew that someday it would be the death of you.
And when he saw your breath start to quicken, how you were starting to squirm underneath him and the toy, he started to fuck you a little faster. His hands never left your thighs, gripping your plush flesh with careful fingertips. And he let himself be a bit firmer, biting his lip as he added a little more force too. The reaction it got out of you made him smirk.
You mewled underneath him with his name on your lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He praised you and focused on adding to your pleasure. He watched you turn up the power on your toy, just by one with the click of a button, but it was a significant increase in sensation. He was hypnotized by your heaving chest, the way your head now lulled back onto the bed.
You really were not sure why you both had not tried this before, because it was probably the best way to take him.
“Wanna see you come like this,” he choked out the words, “wanna see you make yourself come on my cock.”
And you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on all the pleasure as your moaning became whining. Keigo was thrusting into you at the perfect pace with his hot length and rubbing against your sweet spot. You brought down your free hand, which had been clinging to the sheets, to lift the hood of your clit to get a more direct vibration to it. And that sent you into a dazed frenzy. Your back bowed against the bed, and your legs shivered.
“Fuck, I’m so close-” a cry ripped from your throat.
You felt Keigo grip a bit harder on your thighs as he soaked in the sight of your approaching high, “I got you, baby bird.” His breath almost mimicked yours now.
“I want it…” You mewled pathetically, deeply desiring to finish like this.
“Come on, come for me just like this.”
His continued steady yet fast thrusts, and the way his cock caressed you perfectly, is what sent you over the edge. You cried out for him as you felt your orgasm wash over you, finally letting that reeled-up cord snap and capture you in a sudden spike. And you crashed down hard like a tidal wave. You rode that wave, but soon turned off your vibrator as you grew sensitive. Keigo slowed down a little, too, but still rocked against your body and observed what it needed.
You did not notice how loud your desperate moans were, as your ears were now ringing from all the blood rushing through your body and back into your head. But Keigo was surprised at your volume. His jaw went slack at the sound of his name tearing through your throat like that. And his wings buzzed against his back, his ego being stroked like it was a comforting breeze.
He stopped moving when he watched you collapse, but held himself inside your wet pussy.
“Holy shit, babe.” He gasped.
You looked back up at him through your daze, eyes feeling heavy and legs now jelly, to see the stupid expression on his face.
“How was that?” He asked, now running his hands up and down your legs.
“That was…” You took a second to catch your breath, “That was everything.”
Keigo pulled out of you, but you did not have to mourn his absence for long. He crawled on top of you onto the bed, caging you with his strong arms, and kissed up your chest and your neck. He pecked along your burning skin, up to your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.
“I love you so much, holy fuck.” He mumbled as he continued his assault. “You’re so hot.”
You giggled under him, still too weak to move. But you let him do that for you, moving you to your pillow and tucking himself right next to you. He held you in his arms and let you recover, sprawling one of his wings over the two of you to keep you extra close. He was still fully hard, his cock poking at your stomach. But he was willing to let you have a minute.
“I really loved that.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck. “Thank you, my love.”
“I could tell.” He teased with a laugh and kissed your lips, “Of course, babe.”
You lay there in your post-orgasm euphoria, inhaling the scent of him and drawing patterns on his skin. You felt his feathers brushing against your arm, and the slight loving touch could have rocked you to sleep alone.
Keigo reached for the forgotten book that was now threatening to fall off the bed, and he scanned the pages of where you had left off. His eyes widened comically, and you watched him do a double-take on the words, "Damn!"
"Keigo!" You whined his name with a drawl of the final syllable, reaching for the book.
He diverted your attempt to grab it from his hands, "I don't blame you, this shit is sexy!"
“Stop it!” You could not mask the laugh that tailed your words. He was holding the book out of your reach, now reading more with a low whistle. You tried to reach over the arm that was holding you back, but all you got was a face full of feathers. And you sputtered against his wings, giggling at his teasing.
Suddenly, you heard him put the book on your nightstand, and he turned back to you quickly.
“You can’t fight me,” he got up and maneuvered your body so you were on your front, prone on the bed, “I’m not done with you yet.”
A rush of heat back down to your core told you that you were ready for round two. And you were grateful that he put you into a position that let you be lazy, cause you were sure you could not coax your legs into being stable.
You felt him reach for one of his pillows, and he shoved it underneath your hips. And his knees came to either side of your thighs, and he easily plunged into your wet heat from behind. You heard his breath falter as he collapsed on top of you, reaching for your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours against the sheets. His weight combined with his hardness protruding into you made your sensitive walls flutter around him.
He fucked you into the mattress, your moans muted into fabric. You could hear his wings beating above you, feathers rustling with his movements. His groans and gasps were tickling your ear.
“Seeing you come like that got me all worked up.” He whispered in your ear and kissed your head.
You shut your eyes and savoured the way he rocked his length in and out, the two of you moving against the bed. This position with the pillow under your hips, along with the fact that your legs were together, let him reach deep into your tight pussy. You let him have his way with you, whimpering in your own pleasure that was elevated by the lingering sensitivity from your mindblowing orgasm.
He seemed really riled up, now slamming into you faster and chasing his own high. And he was mumbling incoherent words, bits of “you’re so perfect” and “I love you so much” and “your pussy feels amazing” all jumbled and overlapping as he was beginning to lose himself. His strong wings pulsed and ruffled with his pursuit. And you could tell just by the way his breathing became rapid and the grip he had on your hands that he was teetering over the edge.
And he made love to you till he was falling into that descent of sudden bliss. He pulled out quickly and finished on the small of your back. You felt the hot spurts of his come drip down your spine. He whined and grunted as he finished, and you felt his hardness grow soft against your back and the curves of your ass. His wings slumped down on either side of you both to the bed as he fully floated back down to earth.
Keigo marveled in his work on your back before sending one of his feathers to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned you up, your wetness between your legs and the mess he made himself, and sent it back to be dropped into the laundry hamper.
“Alright,” he smacked one of your ass cheeks before collapsing next to you, “I’m done, cuddle time…”
He pulled you back into his arms. You squirmed around to face him and gave him a lazy kiss. And you held your big cuddle bug, staring into that expanse of a golden sunrise that was his pretty eyes. He shuffled his wings to wrap around the two of you once again, like it was your safety blanket.
After a few quiet moments, you briefly left the warmth of his grasp to reach for your book again, coming back to him to let him be the big spoon as you opened the pages.
“Ya gonna read it out loud?” He peered over your shoulder, the tone of his voice telling you he was wiggling his eyebrows.
“Keigo!” You whined.
“Come on!” He nuzzled into your neck. “We’ve done plenty of dirty shit together, lemme hear you read your smut, hm?”
You rolled your eyes, that blush returning to your face. But you went back a page, starting at where it really was heating up, and began to read out loud to him. The delighted chuckle that left his chest, which rumbled through your back, warmed your heart.