Drunk in Love || A Hawks X Reader Fanfiction

Round Seven (18++)

***MATURE CONTENT WARNING (18++) NOT MEANT FOR MINORS***
***SEXUAL ACTIVITY***

He was your drug. Every touch was a new level of intoxication. You could feel the heat radiating off your skin and hormones jumping to each part of your body. It was easy to tell Keigo felt the same, witnessing the rise of a bird of prey. His breathing got heavier in sync with yours. His tight grip held your body close to his. Suddenly, you could feel another heartbeat; and not the one in your chest.

Keigo parted from your mouth and shifted his attention to your neck, slowly leaving a trail of kisses up and down from your chin to your collarbone. That's when you slowly opened your eyes to that familiar sight from when you were dancing with him at the club. He was hard, no denying that, and was willing to go all the way with you.

You could feel his strong hand slowly make its way down to your hips, gripping you as if someone was coming to take you away from him. He pulled your hips up toward his to the point where you could feel his bulge press against you. You could feel your chest tightening and your heartbeat speeding up with every movement. You were nervous, and a part of him was as well. From the way he adjusted himself on you every once in a while and his shaky breaths on your neck.

This is a new experience you get to share with each other; two dumb adult virgins with the hearts of teenage high schoolers longing to experience sex for the first time. You wondered why it took so damn long, until you realized you just hadn't found the right one yet. But Keigo was different. It was almost as if you two have had this platonic relationship for years, even if in reality it's only been several months. You didn't care and neither did he. The connection you both felt was unlike any other.

After moments of contemplating, you finally made your move. You moved your hands to his chest, feeling around for the buttons that lined his flannel. His top was tight to his skin where you can very clearly feel his toned muscles. Once you found the line of buttons, you began to undo them exposing his bare chest and everything down to his waistline. As you felt around his naked torso, he began tugging upwards on your hoodie. He was asking for permission, and you granted. After all, it was only fair. He pulled back from you while pulling off your hoodie, and taking off his flannel. He never took his eyes off you while tossing your clothes to the side. Keigo looked up and down from your collarbone to your waistline. What if he doesn't like what he sees, you thought. Thoughts if him judging you for your appearance flooded your mind. He hadn't put his hands back on you, just stared. "I'm sorry..." You apologized.

Keigo looked at you confused, but quickly realized what you were trying to say. He looked back down at your body and gently grabbed a hold of your waist. Then, bending down, he began to plant small, slow kisses on every each of you. Eventually, he met with your lips once again. "You seriously have to stop being so modest." He whispered softly, then looked back down at your exposed body, caressing you slowly. "You're beautiful." Using one of his feathers, he softly brushed your face and the underside of your chin, and, again, started kissing you everywhere. Each kiss tickled you slightly, causing breathy moans to escape your mouth.

The more he praised your body with every touch, the more you felt your self sinking into the fantasy of your own ego. You found yourself thinking everything Keigo was thinking; you're perfect. Your body is perfect. Your soft skin is flawless. He's never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted you. His need for you was so bad he could die.

Your hands found their way into Keigo's golden locks, gently running your fingers through every strand. Eventually, Keigo's hands found their way to the hem of your sweatpants, slightly gripping onto them. You knew what he wanted, but he was patiently waiting for your call, your movement, to give him permission. Without a second thought, you slowly raised your hips allowing him to gently pull your pants down to your ankles. You kicked them off to the side, leaving yourself only in your undergarments and Keigo in his joggers. At this point, you both are running off of pure adrenaline. Your hands had a mind of their own as they loosened the string on Keigo's pants. Keigo kicked them off and was left in nothing but his boxers. He began to grip the hem of your now wet underwear, and again you lifted your hips to allow him to slide them off.