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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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weak for your love

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: it’s almost 10am and you’re still asleep! He just misses you so much, he needs you so bad! Can you really blame him?

song title inspo: Weak for Your Love by Thee Sacred Souls

warnings: updated, oral sex (f!receiving), orgasms, somnophilia, cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff, keigo is a simp

Waltzing back into your room, Keigo grumbles to find you still snoozing so late in the morning. One thing he doesn’t care for is how different your sleep schedules are; you stay up late and sleep in late, he stays up late and wakes up early. Well, he usually wouldn’t stay up so late if he wasn’t fucking you into his bed every other night. Before he met you, he stayed pretty consistent with he sleep schedule, but now he has a reason to be up into the late hours of the night. Wether he was ravaging your needy cunt with his tongue, or thrusting into you with his cock, he never minded staying up later for you, oh not at all.

But even so, his body still wakes itself up, his natural body clock responding as it always did even before you. Because, even if he was staying up until midnight (or later) to satisfy you, he still had work to do. Crime didn’t exactly stop itself after all.

Yet today, he gets to stay home with you, something he doesn’t get to cherish often—he missed you! He wanted to spend his day spending his time with you before he had to leave you again, he needed to wake you up. He might as well do it in a way that won’t make you angry with him.

Sauntering over in just his sweatpants, he crawls over your sprawled out form, watching your stir and part your lips, softly moaning in your sleep. He lowers his head down to peck at your chapped lips before kissing along your cheeks and to your nose. He kisses down your jaw and back up to your ear, descending to your neck as his hands move up under your tank top to grope at your breasts.

He grins at your drawn out sigh, looking back to your face to see if you’ve woken up yet—you haven’t. Frowning, his nuzzles his nose into you temple before sultry whispering into you ear:

“Wake up, Baby.”

Still, you remain asleep, silently murmuring to yourself yet your eyes remain shut and your breaths stay even. He listens intently as you begin to moan and squirm, you must be dreaming, he thinks.

“You better be dreaming of me, Little Dove.” He chuckles possessively, gently pinching your nipple and tugging, pulling a short whimper from you.

Pulling your tank top above your chest, he watches as your breasts fall open, leaving your nipples to fully harden against the cool air. He hums appreciatively to himself before taking one of your perked buds into his mouth to suck.

“Keigo stop…”

He perks up, your chest chasing the warmth of his mouth as he anxiously scans your face.

“Baby? Are you awake?” He asks, afraid he crossed a boundary he wasn’t supposed to. So much for not making you angry, he chastens solemnly—he really wasn’t trying to!

And yet, you remain asleep, continuing to mumble incoherent words, tossing your head to the side with another sigh. He pouts again, unsure if he should continue if even dream you refused him.

His hands dip to find purchase onto your waist, gently tapping against your supple skin in thought.

“Mmm…” You begin to shift noisily beneath him, calling out his name in search for his warmth. He lets out a huff: a mixture between frustration and amusement.

“You’re so confusing, yknow?” He whispers longingly, back to peppering kisses onto your face, subtly grinding his half-hard cock onto your stomach.

This time, your drowsy eyes finally blink awake, a dopey smile stretching across your cheeks as you greet him with a gentle: “g’morning.”

“Finally,” he groans, he felt like if he had to wait any longer he would combust.

“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing at your eyes and turning you head to yawn so your morning breath wouldn’t hit his nose.

“It’s almost 10am, Sweatheart,” He informs softly, bringing his hand to gently guide your face back to him.

“Time to get up.” The faint desperation of his voice coaxes a content sigh from you, your arms reach up to hold him, fingers delicately massaging into his shoulders.

“You’re so needy.” You grumble, eyes falling back shut yet you stay awake.

He puffs, taken aback at your sudden gibe. Needy? Your words punctuating a tiny stab at his composure.

“You can go back to sleep if you want to Baby” He promises but refuses to pull away. Maybe he can get by with just cuddling you as you snooze.

Your smile returns, finding humor of his offense. “I’m only teasing,” you say, your hands sliding down to his biceps, humming as you do so.

“I like your neediness, it’s cute” You plant a kiss on his chin right above his stubble. Feeling relieved, he goes back to his previous menstruations, basking in your attention.

Unsatisfied, he takes your hand and guides it to grip the growing tent in his sweats, curling your fingers around his erection as he stares impatiently into your eyes.

“I want you.” He admits affectionately, waiting for your approval as you bat your eyes at him, unsurprised, yet charmed.

You hum thoughtfully, turning around and onto your stomach, hugging your pillow into your face, slightly arching your back in invitation.

“Give me a massage first.” You demand with wiggle to your hips, glancing back at him to gauge his reaction.

You little minx.

Though he isn’t displeased at your request, his warm hands finding purchase to your back, rubbing soft circles into your skin. He palms at you, seemingly lost in thought as he listens to your soft moans and approving hums.

“I’m so lucky…” you breathe with pleasure, a faint whimper sounding from your throat. Chuckling as he glows in response to your praise, he takes this moment to appreciate how lucky he is.

As his hands make his way down to your naked thighs, appreciating your forgo of panties when you sleep. He kneads at the soft dough of your legs, the cock between his legs stirring with anticipation.

As he squeezes the fat of your ass, he peeks up at your face, only to witness you falling back asleep. Tsking, he calls to wake you.

“Babe.” he says in a firm yet gentle tone.

“Hm?” Your eyes snapped open, you must’ve only been half-asleep. His hands continue to knead at the fat of your ass, signaling to you his needs.

You turn back around to face him, looking quite amused with yourself as you spread your legs from underneath him.

“You can have me,” you say, his hands quickly jumping to your legs to hold them steady.

“But you have to eat me out first.” You peer up at him, your eyes daring him to protest but he doesn’t—when would he ever? He smiles, leaning over you to litter kisses down your torso as you lift you tank top over your head, tossing it to the side as your hands find their place in his hair.

“That’s it baby…”

His dick pulses, cheeks dusting pink at your praise, hurriedly reaching your dripping pussy and lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. He waste no time licking along your folds, dipping his tongue against your entrance before sliding back up and to your clit. He purrs at the taste of your juices, you always taste so good.

Flicking his tongue back and forth against your clit, he teases his digits along your labia before dipping one into you, curling upwards to find that special spot that has you coming undone for him.

“Fuck Baby.” he moans against your pussy, slipping the hem of his pants below his cock so he can grind against the bed, indifferent to the mess he makes.

Gripping your thighs tight, he shoves his face further into your cunt, sucking and slurping away as your legs threaten to crush his head. Your wanton moans spurring him on further as he slides a second finger into you.

God he loves you so much, you could ask anything of him and he would die working to give it to you. Your hands tighten in his hair, pulling and shoving him closer to your needy clit, your moans growing in volume as his fingers pick up in pace.

It doesn’t take him long to get you to unravel for him, he can tell you’re about to cum before you even warn him. He slips his fingers out to swiftly replace with his tongue, his nose rubbing it’s assault against your clit as the heel of his palm presses into your belly.

“Keigo!” you wail, warm cum filling his mouth as he drinks you up, pushing his face impossibly closer as his hands pull your hips further into him. He’s moving his head back and forth in frantic, growling like a starved animal before he pulls away, spit and slick following in strings before detaching.

Slapping your thigh as he heaves; his chest is falling up and down rhythmically.

“Fuck, I love you.” He proclaims, diving in to kiss you, unsympathetic of your struggling to catch your breath. You squirm against his kisses, turning away so you can breathe before he’s pulling you back in for more.

He’s kissing down your neck when he feels your toes curling around the seem of his pants, sliding them down his legs. Kicking the rest of them off and onto the floor, he repositions himself in front of you. Pawing at your body, he demands seductively into your ear:

“Put it in.”

You obey, grabbing him by his base to lazily stroke him before guiding him to your entrance. He braces himself with a sharp intake, one hand gripping the headboard.

“Fuuuuck…” he groans, you’re always so damn tight. Clutching you tightly by your waist, he squeezes your soft flesh as he bullies his cock further into you, welcoming your wet heat to swallow his cock.

“Oh my god baby, yes…” he whimpers into your neck, rejoicing in your gasps and moans as his pelvis comes into contact with yours, fully sheathed inside.

“Just like that right? Hm?” He breathes into your ear as he carefully thrusts up into you. Hoisting you up by your legs, he wraps them around his thin waste. Taking a stabilizing inhale, pulls out agonizingly slow before thrusting back in—just how you like it: deep and slow.

You nod your head frantically, eyes screwed shut and your lips delicately parted to let out a series of high-pitched whines. Your hand finds purchase anchoring yourself with his bicep as the other smooths against his chest. Tossing your head back, you bite your lip to ground yourself against the pleasure he was assaulting onto your body.

He decides he can’t hear you as well this way, so he takes his thumb to pull your lip away from your teeth. In response you suck his thumb into your mouth, staring into him as you do, lips still apart as you let out a short sob when he hits that spot just right.

“Yeah—oh fuck—right there baby? Huh?” His hips pick up in pace, the room resounding with the sound of skin-to-skin slapping and desperate sounds of pleasure.

He watches as your tits bounce before leaning down to bury his face in between him, pulling your hips up to continuing meeting his thrusts. He breathes in your natural smell, eyes rolling back into his head at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him,

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes yes!” he chants like a mantra, voice tapering off into a dramatic whine. Your hands move past his neck and down his back to leave red wilts in there wake. He spreads his wings out wide, fluttering gusts of short winds in response to your nails narrowly missing to cut.

He feels your heels dig into the dimples of his lower back, pushing him further inside of you as your cunt flutters around him.

“Fuck, touch yourself Angel” he commands, not a second later he watches your hand slither in between your sweaty bodies to rub circles onto your clit. Gasping as he feels you squeeze him harder, convulsing his cock in your dripping warmth.

“Yes! Fuck just like that!”

He’s panting into your chest like a dog, his mouth returning to your breast before clamping down. He revels in your lewd gasp as you arch into him, your cunt clenching down like a vice as you cum. In return, he lets out a final groan, spilling into you, his hips continuing their assault as he rides out his extreme high.

He’s panting back into your neck, chest-to-chest, he feels the wetness of his salvia rub against him.

“Good?” he concerns you with with a perturbed expression, worried he went overboard on you first thing in the morning.

“Amazing.” You answer, rapid breaths pouring out of you as you relax your shaking legs from his hips. He chuckles deeply, pulling out to watch his cum spill out of you before pushing it back in with his thumb.

“Keigo…” you whine, your body jumping in overstimulation.

He laughs, kissing your wet and parted lips with a sigh. “Sorry baby.” He says, though you both know he really isn’t.

“Are you awake now?” He inquires with a teasing hilt, smiling against your lips before nuzzling his nose into your cheek as he waits for your reply.

“Yes, now get off so I can go pee.”

“Yes ma’am.” He laughs, falling off you as he blissfully watches you stretch. You turn back to him, holding his face in your hands to press a loving kiss to his forehead.

“Can we make breakfast together?” You ask hopefully. He radiates excitement, his imaginary tail thumping against the sheets. He catches your lips with his as you pull away, tempting you back towards him before you leave.

He loves you so much.

“Of coarse we can.” he promises, looking up at you as you gaze down at him fondly before you turn to saunter into the bathroom. But just before you close the door you call his name.

He raises his head back up at you as he cleans himself off with a tissue, hissing at the sensitivity.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

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