time to get RAILED
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That stupid smirk, the one I'd fallen victim to so many times before, struck once again. Before I could think he had one arm propped on my thigh, a knee between my legs, and hand under my chin. It took every ounce of resilience within me to resist the panic that pushed to the front of my mind as his cloudy eyes became more and more tempting.
He must have taken notice to my sudden freeze, and began to take a step back. His head rest atop of his crossed arms ,which now took residence in my lap, and his legs mindlessly on the floorboard.
"I beg~" the winged one cooed, though it was dipped in sarcasm. I felt one of his warm fingers trace gentle circles atop the skin of my thigh, and, it being accompanied by Hawks' eyes now looking up at me, seemed to make me helpless. "You don't have to fuck me in a limo... I'll do all the work, you just get to sit back and feel nice, how does that sound hm, kid?"
The tone to which his voice had changed was like newfound warmth on a cold winter day, it was something that, though I hadn't been long without, I was longing for more of with each passing second. All of the sensations of being slightly edged in the closet before seemed to unravel in this moment, and what I thought was me being utterly not in the mood turned into me breathing heavily and failing to hide my weakness.
The boy didn't break eye contact with me, not once, as he heightened the sensitivity of my skin. The previously gentle finger tracing was replaced with slightly rougher, yet just as pleasurable, wet kisses. Some were as quick as butterflies, while others lingered just a bit too long and left plump pink marks in their wake. My breathing seemed to hitch in my throat, the words I now so badly wished to say also caught in the traffic. The latter kiss was by far the most threatening to my sanity, seeing as it pressed closer to my core than any that came before it.
"Fine, then." I said, and the blond pulled away from his previous venture to give my words his complete attention. "Do you worst, Keigo."
Of course, he smirked, straightening himself a bit to give me a comforting kiss on the lips before he began his dirty work. Only a bit of time was wasted as he planted a few sloppy kisses down my neck, though the lost time was made use of when in a flash he had me flat down on the seats, with him hovering over me. The nerves in me began to subside as they realized the immense pleasure that was soon to come. Hawks didn't bother taking my clothes off, instead just sending one of his strong hands to my lower region to push aside the fabric.
What I thought was going to be a bit of teasing aimed at my core was sorely mistaken. While the clever man entrapped me in a kiss, two of his somehow both long and stout fingers were ascended inside of me. His hands, the ones I'd been admiring all this time, were now the same things feeding me with the most pure form of eroticism. His masterful digits almost instantaneously curled against my back wall, and I was left hopeless now that he'd found my sensitive spot.
First it was a slow pace that matched in rhythm with his chaste kisses, but the more he teased, the more he could read me like a book. With a bite of my lip, and some squeezing together of my legs, he knew exactly what I wanted. Though, where he became so inconsiderate was when the pace at which his digits entered me became what felt like five times it's previous speed.
My head flew back, and I couldn't seem to shake the pleasure. Just the thought of having him do lewd things to me made me squirm, so now as I sat here, listening to him mumble soft groans and praises, along with the wet sounds of my now soaked insides, was becoming to much for me to bare. As if it was out of my control, my hand flew to my mouth, the other plunging beneath to hastily grab Keigo's wrist. My grip was tight, as was the hold my teeth had on the now reddened skin of my hand. Much to my dismay the blond immediately ceased his services and looked down at me with utmost concern.
"What's wrong?" He asked, the previous suggestive tone his voice held now calmed to a soft spoken comfort. I removed my hand, staring up at him as I breathed heavily, trying to find the words to say.
"Idiot." I smiled. "I don't want your fingers," I became uneasy once more, the change in the air seeming to call for my nerves to return. I managed to reach upwards at the worried boy, my fingers playing with the hair on the side of his head. "I want you."
I wasn't sure why, maybe it was a sign of reassurance, or maybe just a warning for what was to come, but he kissed me once more, this time lingering and dipping in several times over. It was comforting, knowing that in the midst of sex spreading in the air, all he wished to encapsulate were my lips.
"You know baby bird, you're so beautiful when you're romantic."
I was surprised by his words, but even more surprised by the presence I could now feel deep in my stomach. I had been so dazed with the softness of his kiss, I didn't bother to notice the hard member he was aligning at my entrance. The sea of red that crowded the space behind him flinched right along side the contortion of his face. For a moment, he didn't move, staying idle inside of me, and only turning me on more. A sharp and gritty sigh escaped him.
"Shit. Hey, beautiful?" Hawks asked, peering down at me though he knew by the pleasure on my face that I didn't have the will to speak. "How is it you feel even better than before?" A genuine smile is what he accompanied those words with, and while his compliment flattered me and I returned what joyfulness I could on my face, I doubted he could genuinely feel a difference.
The want in my core began to grow with each second he ceased to move, and just as I was about to reach the end of my rope, he began. First with slow and hard thrusts that came from his hips, allowing for his hand above my head to grip the seat it was on the edge of. My heart seemed to sink to my stomach as I began to feel more and more pleasure there. The strings of 'fuck' and 'hnng's' from Hawks began to only fuel my own urge to moan, and so while I usually wasn't someone who bothered to say full words or sentences- and instead opted for squeaks and mumbles- this became an exception.
"Keigo~" the blonds attention was instantly captured, though his slow and steady pursuit didn't falter. "H-h" I gulped, trying to subside the feel of friction in between my legs and instead form a coherent sentence. "harder."
He didn't respond with words, instead, with his actions. It felt as though he took notes from our first night together, as he matched the same pace I remembered from that night. Not only that, but he paired it with sending his warm thumb to press at my most sensitive ball of nerves.
Just as he did so, he faltered. He took a moment to lift one of my legs up and over his shoulder, the other being spread farther outwards and pushed off of the proximity of the seats. I let him do with me as he pleaded, wanting nothing more but to feel the comfort and warming pain of him deep inside me once again. He was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and the longer our encounters seemed to last, the better they felt.
"There we go," Hawks said nonchalantly, though I knew he was offering an explanation for his sudden lack of movement. "a much better view."
His golden eyes were no longer glued to my own, instead focused only at the heat between my legs, mesmerized at the vision not only of how wide apart he was pushing my walls, but how just my entrance was trying not to break at his size, and how with every trust only more of my wetness coated him when he exited.
I'd been ignoring it all this time, but there was no mistaking the tinge of pain laced with pleasure when he fully inserted himself, it was almost as if I could feel him poking at my uterus, and stretching my tunnels, and though physically it hurt, knowing it was Hawks who was doing so made the feeling go numb with lust.
I could start to feel my skin tingle, and my muscles begin to contract. First it was my arms, but the involuntary squeezing and quaking of my body only started to delve lower and lower. "Hawks..." I managed to mumble. "Hawks!" I squealed, gripping at his arm as he stopped moving to allow me to release.
I felt a build up somewhere in my stomach, probably because Keigo was taking up all available space that was meant to let my liquids exit. I expected him to pull out at some point, but he stood his ground. Instead instantly resuming that same quickened pace as before. I focused my eyes on the sight of his now flapping and shivering wings, knowing him abusing my now red and tired hole would soon be over. My theory of his wings moving along with him was proven correct as his head of ashen hair planted itself at my chest, not moving a muscle as his wings began to relentlessly flap and shiver, just before stretching out behind him, accompanied by the feeling of a warmer and more dense liquid shooting inside of me.
With both of us now content and exhausted, Hawks fell completely on top of me, his arms comfortingly wrapping around my waste as I played with some strands of his hair between my fingers. Once he had caught his breath, he had one last thing to say.
"Hey, angel?"
"Hm?" I replied.
"Do you think now might be a good time to ask you if you're on birth control...?"
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THE WAY THAT IM ABLE TO MAKE A SINGLE SMUT SCENE LONGER THAN A REGULAR CHAPTER 😭😭
this shit is 1,800 words by the way. i hope you love me.