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featuring: Hawks/Keigo Takami synopsis: sexual tension has been brewing between you and your favorite tattooist. You were hesitant to the type of lover he was; he seemed almost to good to be true. He wasn’t. warnings: f!reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, cunnilingus, possessive!Keigo, rough sex, oral (f!recieving), mutual pining, romantic and sexual pining, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inspo: Every Man Gets His Wish by Lana Del Rey

“Hold still now, Dove.” The light and airy tone of his voice dripping with saccharine honey and goodness, his gloved hand coming to rest on your bicep as he leaned closer for inspection. The needle in his hand buzzing to life before you forced your head to turn away, no matter how much you wanted to keep looking.

He chucked at your dismay, your insides turning at the sound and the feel of his warm breath amongst you. He was so beautiful, so warm, so charming that you couldn’t help yourself from wandering back to this place just to see him. He had even asked you if he was your favorite artist, a knowing smirk plastered on his gorgeous face with full pink lips and sharp, pearly-white teeth.

What you would give just to have him, even just for one night. Though, you knew that was a lie; you’d yearn for him forever afterwards. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of lover he was: was he the type to love and then leave? You knew he must’ve had many many admirers from the way he looked, down to the charismatic way he carried himself. He had that sort of confidence, that magnetic charm—he could have anyone he wanted.

“Still scared of needles, huh?” He queried, ripping you away from your reveries, yet you refused to assess him.

“You’ve been coming to me for how long now?” He teased, and you could hear the mocking grin in his voice, yet you loved it all the same.

“Are you just trying to get me to talk?” You jested back, refusing to give in to his taunts, yet your eyes remained fixated on the spinning ceiling fan, following a single panel as it rotated. The clinking of the silver metal chain kept you from focusing too much on the needle piercing your skin. Luckily, you chose a less painful area to tattoo today.

“Maybe I am. You know I like hearing your voice.” And now he was flirting, not that you minded; he seemed to like flirting with you.

“Glad to know you’re still in love with me, Keigo.” This coerced a laugh from his chest, though he kept it short so as to not ruin his work. You quickly glanced over at his face, eyes sharp and focused, hidden underneath long blonde lashes; his chiseled jaw set and eyebrows furrowed, hair pulled back by a black, metal headband.

“Like what you see, Dove?” And though he wasn’t looking at you, the coy flicker to his eyes paired with his smug face spoke in more volume than if he did; he was revelinging your attention.

“Yeah, I do.” You acting shy wasn’t what he wanted, he was a slut for your shameless flirting, if his glowing flush of his cheeks were anything to go by. You eyed the exposed muscle to his arms, quickly flexing from your praise. You knew his silent mannerisms by now, quickly learning it’s necessity if you were curious of what he was really feeling beneath his strained stoicism and deflecting charm.

“Aw shucks, you’re gonna make me blush y’know?” His lips stretched into a more cheerful smile, dimples following in response as the tips of his ears glew red.

“Looks like you already are.” You purred, continuing in hopes of riling him up in the way he does you so effortlessly. Just the thought of him had you giggling and blushing, panties soaking of the memories of him. The memories of him touching you with his soft–gloved hands, flirting with you like his tongue was made of nothing but silver, gazing back at you with eyes of liquid gold and sweet honey.

You often wondered what his hair must feel like between your fingers, would it be soft or stiff? You hoped it would be the former, imagining running your fingers through those feathered, wheat-colored strands. You couldn’t even use your fingers to count how many times you’ve daydreamed of doing just that with his head between your thighs, piercing eyes staring back at you as he eats your pussy. You wondered if his tongue was as talented with that as it was with its words.

“You tryna make me fuck up my job?” Keigo removed the needle from your arm to uncomfortably shift in his seat, though he didn’t look unhappy, you’d say he looked rather aroused.

“Oh right, sorry sorry.” Though you both knew you weren’t really, you turned your head back over and away from him; you still wanted a good tattoo anyway. You watched him shake his head with a chuckle before taking a breath to resume his work.

“I thought you wanted to hear me talk.” Biting back a yelp, you forced your body not to jump at the sudden piercing contact of the needle to your arm.

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” he noted, but from what you couldn’t see, he was sticking his tongue out at you.

It’s been a couple weeks since the last time you went back, however, you’ve been texting back-and-forth with Keigo pretty regularly. You seemed to quickly form a pretty strong connection with him, the two of you seemed to have pretty good chemistry.

You could tell he was growing fond of you, texts here-and-there shifted to everyday, always ending your day with a cute: “Goodnight, Dove <3.” Even on his busy days, he never hesitated to let you know he couldn’t talk, which you appreciated.

You knew he saw you as more than just a client, but you were willing to drag this out as much as you could; keeping things slow to watch it unravel before you. You wondered what he would look like when you pushed his buttons, daring his thread to snap. Unfortunately for you, Keigo wasn’t an idiot; he knew what you wanted. It seemed he was willing to play along with you, but you knew how to push past his limits.

“I’m going to this party tomorrow.” You told him, kicking your legs back-and-forth as he stood in between them, holding a needle to your ear.

“Oh yeah? Excited?” He asked playfully, chuckling as you gripped his arm as he pierced your upper ear, flexing his muscle at the contact.

“A little,” You decided after a moment, taking a second too long to release him from your grip.

“I’m not really a huge party person though.” You admitted gazing up at him as he pulled back, fighting the urge to rub your thighs together.

“Hmm…” He hummed thoughtfully, turning around to put away his tools before removing his gloves in a teasingly slow manner.

“Are you going alone?”

Even though the question seemed light-hearted, you could read in-between the lines, you knew what he was really insinuating.

Do you have a date?

You couldn’t seem to hold back your smile, remembering when Keigo told you he sometimes had jealousy issues. Maybe it was toxic to feel a sense of power from this realization, but you couldn’t seem to find a care as you checked him out.

“A couple of my good friends are gonna be there, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have to uber home.” You were almost positive none of them were going to stay sober, and neither were you. Still, maybe if you played your cards right, you could get him to take you home.

“I can take you home if you need me to, Angel.” To be honest, you were taken aback by how quickly he volunteered for you, thinking you might’ve had to call him up at the last minute. A part of you felt guilty for wanting to use him.

“Oh no, it’s okay, really-” You argued but he was already making his way back over to you, and something about his face screamed he was already planning on it even if you rejected him.

“C’mon, Dove, it’s the least I could do.” He laughed, offering his hand for you to take so he could guide you off your chair. You took his hand, admiring the soft and delicate texture of his palms. You inwardly shook your head to rid of the sudden inappropriate thoughts of how they would feel holding other parts of your body.

“But you’re always doing things for me.” You giggled as he led you away so you could pay for his service. Even though, however, after some time he began charging you for less.

“Ah, well, a sweet thing like you deserves it.” He’s been getting bolder. You note with a grin; this means he’s becoming more impatient. Good.

“Thank you, Keigo! It means a lot!”

“Of course, Dovey.”

The ride back home was tense, and not in a good way. After you had hugged all of your friends goodbye, you stumbled up to his car, albeit excited to see him since you’ve been gushing about him all night. Although, his expression and demeanor seemed less than happy, eyebrows pulled forward in a grimace with his jaw drawn tight.

“Heyyy~” You greeted, a little high, plopping down in the passenger seat before struggling to pull the seat belt across your body.

“Did you have fun?” His almost accusing tone made you snort, he almost sounded like some sort of possessive girlfriend.

“Why are you all mad?” Forgetting your filter, you wondered if he really was bothered that he had to pick you up; was he just trying to be nice? You couldn’t say you enjoyed when people offered services just to be nice. Then only to be annoyed when you take them up on it. Why even offer if you don’t even want to?

He let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing and his knuckles turning from white to neutral. How upset was he?

“It’s not you…” He trailed off as he backed out of his parking space, one arm coming to rest behind your head as he did so, your earlier frustration seemingly forgotten.

“Just a crappy day, yknow?” It seemed he had more to say but refrained, offering you a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Well you shouldn’t take it out on me, y’know?” Maybe you shouldn’t have mocked him; you decided to blame the weed.

He didn’t seem to mind, letting out a short chuckle and a sigh before shooting you a quick, apologetic one-over. “You’re right Dovey, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll need more than an apology if you want me to forgive you for being so rude.” You couldn’t really abstain yourself from teasing him; it was just too easy!

“Oh yeah? Like what, hm?” You could feel yourself start to grow hotter, avoiding his quick eye contact as you stumbled over your thoughts.

“I don’t know…” You mumbled, awkwardly shuffling your feet together. You weren’t sure as to why you were suddenly feeling so shy now. You had hoped you would be able to push Keigo past his brink, manipulating him into just taking what he wants. But just as you thought you had him where you wanted, it seemed he was three steps ahead.

“You don’t know? Well it sure sounded like you did just now.” You shoot him a glare, sticking out your tongue like a child, but you don’t care. You don’t miss the way the passing freeway street lights hit his face, illuminating his hair and his eyes as they glow colorfully. You trail your eyes down his biceps and over his tattoos.

“Why do you have to be such a smart ass all the time?” Your grumble playfully, folding your arms underneath your chest, not missing the way his eyes dart quickly to your breasts.

“Smart ass? I was just wondering how to get back into your good graces.” He smiles a toothy grin as he awaits your response but before you can think of one, he’s speaking again.

“And to think this is how you repay my kindness. After all I do for you?” He tuts as he shakes his head in his mock disappointment. You couldn’t help but picture him repeating that same sentence as he stands over you, on your knees and arms binded as he removes his belt.

“Well then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you then.” Your voice is so low it’s almost a whisper, you watch him like a cat stalking it’s prey, grinning in delight as a shiver runs through him.

“Y’know what? I kinda like the sound of that.”

He walks you into your apartment after you invite him inside, eyeing him as he takes off his shoes. He eyes you back, smirking as he usually does, strips of hair falling over his face in a way that has you envying his effortless beauty.

“So? Are you going to give me a tour?”

“Is that what you want?”

He pauses for a moment, peering up at you from where he was sitting, slowly looking you up-and-down as if to convey his message without words.

“No.” He answers honestly, leaning back in his chair before coming to a full stand, leisurely making his way over to you. Standing before you, he’s glancing back-and-forth between your eyes, as if silently searching for some answer beneath them.

His fingers gently tuck a stand of hair behind your ear before gingerly dragging them down the side of your neck and to your jaw. He pauses for a moment before cupping your cheek, inching his face closer to yours as his eyes move from yours to your lips. He tilts his face, inching further until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you wet them in anticipation.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers so faintly that you wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t so close, his eyes meet yours again as if to further illustrate his question.

“You may.” You couldn’t contain your silly grin or your girlish giggle, your expression seemed to influence his own as well, having to wait for your smiles to fade so he could properly kiss you. But they don’t, so he just does it anyway.

It’s a slow, intimate kiss, one that conveys feelings instead of words. He tastes just the way he looks: cinnamon gum and sweets, honeyed like french toast with a side of strawberries. At least, that’s how he makes you feel anyway.

His opposite hand finds its way to your waist, gripping firmly yet gently, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him further into you. Your smile falls as you moan against him, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Your cheeks begin to heat at the sound of your lips smacking over-and-over against each other.

“Keigo.” You mumble between kisses, your dominant hand trailing down his chest to feel him up. You silently thank him for deciding to go with a simple wife beater, as it allows you much more access.

You feel his smile against you, unable to keep kissing you, your lips are simply pressed together.

“Yes?” You blink your eyes open and flick them to meet his, your chest tightens when witnessing the way he looks at you. His eyes are almost hidden beneath thick lashes, yet they couldn’t stow away the devotion swimming beneath them. And he too, was sporting the same, love-sick smile you were.

“Can I make it up to you now?” You ask hesitantly, nervous at the notion he would reject you. Your finger absentmindedly twirling a single lock as he hums in pretend thought.

“Only if you let me make it up to you too.”

It doesn’t take you long for you to guide him up to your bedroom, pulling him along in-between giggles and sweet kisses. You feel like a smitten teenager as you pull him into your bed and on top of you, infatuated with the noises you were pulling from him.

He’s groaning your name as you pull at the back of his shirt, urging him to take it off and quickly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y’know?” He’s laughing again, sitting on his knees as he clumsily tears his shirt over his head; you feel your pussy throb in response.

“Good.” You giggle, inching the hem of his pants down his thigh with your foot before he’s grabbing it, tearing it away from his pants as he bends your knee to your chest. Pushing himself forward, he begins rubbing his hard on into your clothed pussy.

“What a little minx you are.” He takes in a long inhale before his hands are toying with the strap to your tank top. “Can I take this off?”

“You may.” You note how gentlemanly he’s treating you, you almost feel guilty how hurried you are to get into his pants. But just as you finish that thought, he’s tearing your shirt off just as quickly as he did his.

He’s staring intently at your chest, admiring your pierced nipples—the ones he pierced—with a proud simper. It isn’t long before he’s pinching and pulling at them before leaning over to take one into his mouth, moaning at the feeling as he rolls your piercing around with his tongue.

Your hands coil themselves back into his hair, pushing and tugging as you moan in delight. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you dig your foot into his lower back, urging his groin further into yours.

“So responsive.” He notes, rubbing his lips across your chest and back down to your nipples, taking one in-between his teeth to tug before gently licking over in apology.

“Would you rather I not be?” He only answers with a deep chuckle and a shake of his head. His mouth begins to leave open mouth kisses back across your chest and up to your neck, searching desperately for the spot that will make you sing.

And when he does he’s grinning back against your neck before posessively sucking harder, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Ow! Keigo, that hurt.” You whine pulling him off with a hard pull to his head, your legs tightening snug as he growls when he’s pulled away. One hand comes to rest on your thigh as his face meets yours again, face drawn back into that same displeased expression he sported when you entered his car.

“Gotta let em’ know you’re all mine, Dove.”

All His? While you wouldn’t fight him on that, you couldn’t exactly wrap your head around who he was referring to, if anyone in particular at all.

Your confusion must’ve shown because now he’s gripping your thigh harder, as his unoccupied hand reaches to grasp you by your cheeks as he pulls you in for a less sweet, more passionate kiss.

“I saw you huggin’ all those boys before you left. Were you tryin’ to make me jealous, hm?” His tone is accusatory as it is lighthearted, not wanting to scare you away.

“No.” You attempt to say, but your lips are pursed too tight in his hold but you don’t mind; you’d be lying to admit you didn’t find this extremely attractive. You could feel the wetness of your panties expanding as you attempted to lift your hips to feel him.

“No.” He mocks in a high-pitched-girly voice, giving your cheeks one last faithful squeeze before he’s leaning back in for more kisses. He gives in to your attempts of rubbing against him, deciding he too needs more friction.

He pulls away from your mouth to descend kisses down your body, muttering how you were always trying to rile him up. You decided not to argue on this one (because you couldn’t) and instead laid your head back to simply enjoy this newfound pleasure. You continue to moan, arching your body towards his mouth, but every time you do he pulls away again.

“Enjoying yourself?” He’s planting kisses across your thighs, taking one into his mouth to bite when you refuse to answer.

“I would enjoy this more if you quit teasing me.” You spat, squeezing his face between your thighs, amused by the way his cheeks squished together. He chuckles as he parts your legs, pinning them down the mattress as his mouth hovers over your pussy.

“You like it.” He states without room for debate, sucking your clothed clit into his mouth, delighting in your keening of pleasure.

“Is this where you want me, Baby?” He asks in that sultry tone, the one he knows that has you melting in the palm of his hand, just as you do now.

“Yes! Please please…” You didn’t even think twice to begin begging, breaking your back just to keep feeling his delicious tongue against your aching cunt.

“Please what? I need to hear you say it.” He’s staring expectantly up at you know, lips red and swollen, hair messy and disheveled; you thought he never looked so handsome.

“Tell me you want me,” he says with a pant, hand tightening against your hip. “Tell me you want me and no one else. I need to hear you say it.”

Taking a moment to take him in, you're pulling his face back to yours in a desperate pleading kiss, hips jumping at his pathetic whine.

“Please…” You whisper as you pull away to peer into his eyes, putting on your best puppy dog expression. “Please Keigo, I want you so bad. Please, I don’t want anyone else: just you.”

He cuts you off with another long kiss, sliding your panties down your legs and off your body in one go before he’s burying his face back in between your thighs.

“God, you’re so wet, Baby” He comments with a groan, sucking your slick into his mouth as he shakes his head back-and-forth, rubbing his nose into your clit.

“Don’t stop.” You pant, hands tightening so hard against his head he’s whimpering against you, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. “Please don’t stop.”

Your knees come together behind his neck, blocking him from moving his face away from the heat between your legs. He doesn’t seem to mind, his hands coming to grope at your naked thighs as he eats you out like a man starved.

His mouth ascends back to your clit after tongue fucking you for what felt like ages, the cord within your threatening to snap in only a matter of seconds. The feeling of his stubble gently scratching against your hole has you cumming with a wail, your release drenching the sheets below you.

He’s pulling back to admire his work, laughing to half himself as he utters something about: not even getting to use his fingers.

“Please…” You’re panting now as he traces your labia with his index and middle, scooping up your orgasm to suck back into his mouth. He coos happily at the taste, circling his fingers around your hole, threatening to puncture.

“Want you s’bad.” You admit, watching as his chest rises-and-falls as his lips and chin glisten with your release.

“Yeah? You want me, Baby?” His voice dipping into a low but steady tone as he takes on a sort-of sexy caretaker role. You nod your head feverishly as his fingers sink into your heat, curling upwards in search for that sweet spot inside you.

“How bad? How bad do you want me?” He’s leaning over you, the feeling of his warm and cinnamon-y breath rasping over your cheek sends goosebumps across every inch of your skin.

“S’bad please! Please Keigo, jus’ want you inside, please!” You’re writhing underneath him, wailing once he seems to find that spot and pressing into it.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you, huh, Angel? Want me to give it to you nice and hard, don’t you?” His fingers pick up their pace in their assault, the sound of your arousal filling your ears and causing your cheeks to heat beneath your skin.

“Yes! Yes, Keigo want you to stuff your cock inside me! Please, I want you to fill me up s’bad—want your cum inside me!” You confess, gasping as he shoves his face into your neck with a loud groan before he pulls his fingers away to tug his sweatpants and boxers off with one swoop. He pulls you upwards further onto your bed so you can lay your head comfortably on your pillows before he’s taking both of your legs in each hand. He scoots himself in between them, leaning over your body and wrapping them back around his middle.

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay? Is that alright?” You beg more into his kisses, hands roaming over every inch of him before he’s grabbing himself by the base and pushing into you. You both gasp at the intrusion as you claw at his back and he fists the sheets beside your head. He’s burying himself back into your neck as he bullies his way past your tight ring of muscle, moaning about how this is so much better than he imagined. You don’t have time to think much on his words before he slams his hips up into you.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Dove. Does it hurt?” He’s panting even harder now, his restraint seemingly holding on by a thread as his hips gyrate once more before a string of curses spill from his mouth again.

“Please keep going.” As soon as your consent hits his ears, he’s reeling his hips back and into you once more, setting a hard and deep pace as his powerful groans fill the room paired with your wanton moans.

He unwraps your legs from his waist to bring them to your chest, hands holding them in place underneath your knees as he watches his cock ram itself in-and-out of you. Hypnotized by the creamy ring around the base of his prick, and the vice grip you had on him; he almost neglected to give attention to the rest of you.

Pulling his eyes away from you cunt, he’s now watching your face, your head had fallen back and your tousled hair splayed against your pillow. Your lips are kissed raw and wide open to allow your cries of pleasure to escape. Your eyes are screwed shut but reopen when you feel the intensity of his gaze upon you.

“Shit, Angel. You don’t know what you do to me.” His hips pick up in pace, balls slapping against the curve of your ass as he shifts his knees, ramming his cock against your G-spot. Stars dance beneath your eyelids, lips stayed parted in a silent scream as your pussy spasms around him.

“Fuck Baby! Feels so good inside you— hah!” It seems you had only just started, but the feeling of his cock pummeling in-and-out of your had you lightheaded.

“So deep.” You squeaked, hands digging further into your pillow as your legs twitched in his hold. You didn’t even seem to realize how much you were shaking, down to each tremble of your toes.

“Come on come on come on…” his cock was throbbing erratically inside of you, bullying your cervix with every thrust, his hot breath fanned your face as he squeezed your legs tighter.

“Fu–Fuck! You’re my little–my little slut, aren’t you? Yeah?” From anybody else, you would’ve berated them for talking down on you like that, but his words only fueled your desire, squeezing his cock, white hot pleasure quickly building back up inside once more.

“Yes– yes!” You couldn’t hold it back anymore, coming on his cock with a cry, the squeeze of your pussy has him following behind shortly after with a shout of your name and a chorus of: coming, coming! before sputtering, hips coming to a halt as he fills you with ropes-and-ropes of hot semen.

“Fuck, Baby…” Riding out his high, he continues to grind himself into you, letting you milk him of everything he’s worth. He let’s go of his hold of your shaking legs before falling on top of you. He enjoys the feeling of the cool metal of your nipples against his chest as smiles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek before followed by a wet kiss.

“You’re too heavy…” You complain sleepily, pushing weakly at his shoulders, urging him to move. He laughs weakly before pulling out, hissing at the feeling of cool air hitting his softening cock. You whine at the loss, and the feeling of his cum dripping out of you.

“C’mon Sweetheart,” he says, picking up with one hand over your ass and one in your hair as he carries you out of your room and into your bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we can sleep, how does that sound?” You smile and nod into his neck. Even with his cum dripping onto your new carpet, you seem to finally feel satisfied.

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