#the pornscape event💕

[nomadmilk]

Out of Bounds - Hawks x F!Reader

Congratulations to the amazing Mrs Daisy Bakugo on her 1K!! <3 I’m so grateful and honoured to be part of her event - Make sure to check out the the other talented writers and their incredible pieces of the collab by clicking below!  

P.S. Edits are damn hard.

Event: “The Pornscape” Collab [MDNI]

Presented by: @/daisy-bakugo​

Rating: M/18+

“No longer the girl that reached his kneecaps - dressed in a frilly, pink skirt with glitter, and a cartoon pony being soiled with your snot and tears - you became reckless. The once precious daughter of his boss and best friend, now known to him as the rebellious brat.”

Warnings: Dark!Fic, SMUT, BratTamer!Hawks, RebelliousBrat!Reader, Lingerie, Degradation, Sexting, Reader is a virgin/First Time, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Age Gap (18 & 30s), Slight coercion, Slight dubcon/noncon elements, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Slight dumbification, Implications of anal sex, Cumplay

Words: 2.8K

A charmer. That's what your father said about Keigo when he was first introduced to the family.

It was said with pride and quiet malice - possibly out of jealousy. But you credited that tone to your father's usual stoic and cynical nature; you knew he was grateful to have Keigo by his side. Whilst he was able to pertain facts and details, Keigo's charisma - and exuding finesse - was a contributing factor in all of their successful trade deals. The company had grown in clients before his first year as an employee, and he soon became a revered business partner.

And eventually, a close family friend.

Every week or so, Keigo wouldn't eat alone in his apartment and instead be seated at your dining room table. He'd be served first, be grateful to your mother for cooking, and be victim to your father's peer pressure for a cold beer.

As well as that, he was pretty much privy to your life the moment you joined the table for dinner. Throughout your years of youth, he watched you grow from the sidelines. By the time you had reached your teenage years, he realised that you were no longer eager to be downstairs for dinner, and it took a couple of shouts up the stairs to get you down. Your mannerisms drastically changed from that childish smile, beaming from extra portions of dessert, to sulking off before even finishing your plate.

Not to mention all the phases that plastered your body. Was high school that turbulent for you to change interests and trends every week? Like dying your hair? Or having fake piercings until you were able to 'surprise' your parents with a real one?

Keigo said nothing during these times; he had his judgments, but he wasn't your dad. He remembers when he was younger, and it'd be hypocritical if he began to lecture you; he made twice as much trouble as you did when he was your age. Parties, drugs, girls... His younger self would be disappointed in knowing he became such a tool. But now, he's the businessman in his early thirties; dedicated to your father's vision for the company during the day, and consoling him on his daughter's misbehaviours at night.

It wasn't until one summer night, where his evening out with his subordinates and colleagues had swerved off-course the moment he got a call from your father.

It was a quick favour for him; to ease his worries. To trudge through the rain, go in the house, and just find you on the couch, watching T.V. Your father had suspicions of you being home alone tonight, especially when your recent cause of grounding was due to sneaking a boy over. Keigo doubted that there was any concern, and despite the past, you were a grown woman now. You wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"Y/n?"

"Mr Takami? What the hell are you doing here?..."

However, he was sadly surprised to be completely wrong.

With his rain-wet tresses dripping onto his suit, and onto the carpet of your living room floor, your thumbs tap away on your phone. You sulk in front of him in your pink robe; shinier and silkier than the cute dress of the little girl he once knew. You had grown taller. The short hem of your garment barely covered your thighs, and the fabric was thin enough to expose your plushness, and fuller curves. He wasn't sure if you had anything on underneath the glossy cloth; he's hoping that you had something underneath the robe, nerves trembling at the thought of little to nothing, snug against your skin.

Keigo becomes impatient. "Did you text him?"

"Relax. I've just sent it..." You make a groan that resembles an eye-roll. "You reek, by the way - did you have vodka? You're really looking good, Mr-"

He ignores the comments. "Show me the text."

You pause, eyes flitting from him and his outstretched hand, hugging your phone close to your chest. "Why do you care? In all the 18 years you've known me, you're finally pissed off with my shit?"

"Yes." He says. "Now, give it."

"It's none of your fucking business, anyways." You respond, defensive. "I texted him, and he's not gonna' come over. So, chill out."

As you hesitate, he snatches the device off your reluctant grip before you could lock it. The thunder cracks outside, and the storm makes itself prominent through harsh winds and hailing water. Amber irises skim through your messages, catching dirty words and suggestive emoticons that makes him coil, locating the text he told you to send. It was blunt, and reciting his command, word for word. The boy quickly replied as well, obviously upset by the abrupt change of plans.

He sighs. "Alright, since you've done what I've asked, I won't-" His throat goes dry.

A dim flash of lightning flares against the window, and the thunder rumbles as Keigo stills at an image of you. That childish smile - the one he recalls of you beaming over extra portions of dessert - now erased by an enticing stare he's well-acquainted with; an allure that makes his cock twitch.

His curiosity kills him as he watches the video automatically play, your dainty fingers touching yourself through lace panties. The camera lowers as you push that fabric to the side, revealing your gorgeous pussy, already dripping with liquid heat. And just below it was something round - like a gem - stuffed into your perfectly tight ass.

It ends with the camera panning to your delicate lips parting, lingering on him; something he can't shake off once it hits. Fuck. He loved when they get greedy. It's been a while since he's had someone so captivating. So eager. So needy. But he knew how much of a mess you are, and yet... That only made him want to fuck you more.

Shit. Admittedly, if he didn't know it was you on the clip, then he wouldn't be feeling as guilty.

"You won't, what?" You prompt him. "You're not gonna' tell daddy, are you?"

"You should delete those too." Keigo's only hoping that his hitched breath goes unnoticed as he hands your phone back. "I might be able to keep your secret, but it's not gonna' stop him from finding out the truth."

A sense of dread settles as you check your phone, and your instincts tell you to deny, deny, deny. From years of practice, you're usually good at fabricating lies on a whim, but they come out as meaningless blunders as Keigo peels off his sodden blazer. Something about Keigo's cold expression makes you freeze; his chummy and laid back self evaporating within his glare.

You're growing past your shock, and into embarrassment, as he rolls up his sleeves - even stupidly babbling about your 'toy', and explaining that it was merely just an 'aesthetic'. Wet spots, where the rain was able to seep through his white shirt and onto his torso, pool and spread. You're fixated on his deceptively broad shoulders and firm arms, a warmth rising from your chest.

Observing his face, you cut yourself off, placing your phone away as something you notice fascinates you; a slight pink blemish was appearing across his face. You're skeptical about his demeanour, stepping closer to him, staring inquisitively and reading his expression.

Keigo sees you play with the knot of your robe, and his authoritative front is swallowed away as he watches the bind untangle, the robe becoming a bundle of material on the floor. A soft curse leaves his lips as he leers at your pretty form.

"Who was he?" Keigo questions. "Your boyfriend?"

"No one. Just some random college guy, I met at a-"

"College guy, huh?" A smug chuckle involuntarily leaves him. There's a heat that makes his throat feel like its suffocating, unbuttoning his collar to alleviate the pressure. "Did he ask to come over?"

"No - I called him."

"Really? You're not into him, are you?"

"No - just wanted to lose it before I leave for college." You state, hands teasing the rest of the buttons of his shirt. "Why are you so concerned?"

He hums, half-lidded eyes falling drunk on you. "I'm just lookin' out for you, sweetheart. Your first time shouldn't be with someone like that, y'know - they're not that experienced."

"It's my choice, Mr Takami." You whisper, body now close to his and lightly tugging his belt. "All I wanted was to know what it was like - it's not like you can do any better..."

He should have stopped there. Should have scolded you, or told you it was inappropriate. Should have apologised for asking personal questions, and treading lines he knows he shouldn't cross. Shouldn't be snaking his hands on your sides, and cradling your face. Shouldn't be liking how smooth your skin feels against his callous hands. Shouldn't be letting you stroke his erection through his pants, despite your giggles stirring him further. He shouldn't be leaning towards your lips, and you shouldn't be reaching up with yours either.

As soon as they touch, he's instantly met with the stickiness of your glazed lips. Supple, pliable. His tongue tasting honey and milk, and yours met with the strange bitterness and acidity of alcohol, and the tough bristles of his stubble sting. There's that blissful feeling arousing from your abdomen; your walls ache as you feel his kisses, teeth pinching and sucking on your lips. He could feel your hot, waning breaths, not used to the wet muscle that can make you whimper and moan for air, and rainwater grazes your skin from his body. Keigo was enjoying this too much, that bratty persona wiped as you realised how naive you were for challenging him. How his kisses demanded for every part of you, and you became putty in his grasp.

You feel his large hands grab hold of your ass, caressing them - massaging those cushioned cheeks, and pleased to feel the jewel still stuffed inside you - before swiftly smacking it with his palm; enough for a yelp to jump out of your throat.

Another giggle causes him to hum in approval, biting your lips as he hears his belt unbuckle. Golden irises are glued onto your devious ones as you knelt in front of him. Your mouth surrounds the tip of his hard cock; the thick head disappearing, and your lips wrapping around him, sliding against your tongue. The heat. The effort you give, only being able to take him bit by bit before you sputter and cough. His hips naturally thrust into you just to catch you choking again, thumb circling your jaw, fucking your mouth with guttural breaths. Saliva coats his length, and your lip gloss is replaced by the drool that leaks from it. Salty, clear strands trickle onto your collarbone as you smile. A fat cock enough to finally shut you up, huh? Fuck. You're such a naughty thing, weren't you?

Exhales shallow, Keigo brings you up to him, his mouth on yours as you both stumble to the couch. His damp clothes are ripped off, feet fumbling as you both move, and you're able to roam your fingers on the toned ridges of his torso, definitely thankful you had canceled your plans with the other guy.

He takes you by the wrist, tugging you over the couch; your ass lifted on display for him as a side of your face squishes against the couch pillows. You sigh Keigo squeeze the smacked spot on your butt cheek, your panties being dragged off and showing that delicious cunt - delectably leaking with stringy juices - and licking his flushed lips at the sight of that shiny plug.

"What was your plan, sunshine? Huh? Dressing like a darling slut and acting like one to get him to come over? Just so you can feel cock for the first time?" He presses, fingers unable to keep their hands off of you as they skim your thighs; you tremble from the light stimulation, his low voice difficult to block. "A shit plan. It makes you sound desperate."

Squeaking, he spanks you again. It was sharper; it made you clench, knees buckling and body shivering as you anticipated the harshness of the next strike. "Ah- m'not d-desperate!-"

"I thought you'd be smarter than that..." A dark laugh rumbles from him, hands now teasing your cute toy with light pulls that rub against spots you didn't know existed, and make you sensitive. "... Rampant things like you deserve a good fuck, don't they? You need a cock that can give you what you want, right?"

"M-Mr Takami, I- ugh!" The third strike makes it's mark on you, panting as you absorb the pain. A gleam of defiance glowering from your dilated eyes as you twist around to face him. "... M-m'not-"

You struggle to speak of anything intelligible as Keigo had swung your legs over his shoulders, lowering his lips onto your tender pussy with no hesitation. His tongue slithers in between the puffy folds, saccharine confection dripping off his chin as he flicks your clit, and mouth diving in. He stuffs your little cunt with a couple of his fingers, the sensation causing you to wail, and his curling motions building up to an intense rush that causes your flesh walls to contract.

His cock was aching, the head of it round and glistening with pre-cum. His blonde tresses were tousled from you fisting them till you swore you felt your knuckles bleed. Bright eyes hiding a demon.

His skin was no longer cold from the rainwater, thawed by your own fever, and you watch him - through bleary, fucked-out vision - wring and work his thick cock before plunging it into your raw, doughy cunt.

He knows your type. You're the best kind of woman to screw; the ones with a hardened attitude that needed to be knocked off their podium. The kind he gets excited to mold; that make the process so satisfying when they turn to a play-thing to fuck. The kind that were happily devoted in their perverse mind to feed their insatiable desires, to let themselves be pleasured by a pounding dick. The best kind that whined for more like a succubus, like a whore...

And you were undeniably all of those things; the best fuck he's had in a very long time.

Heartbeat running against your ribs, all you hear is the sound of your pussy's sloppy squirts, and Keigo's skin smacking yours, and nudging that sparkly plug against spot that made you pant. Your throat feels raspy, and strained as you mewl. His entire cock stroking every nerve of your tight hole. You felt sweat trail down the nape of your neck, his grunts swapping every so often to soft hiccups and growls as he repeatedly taps that spongy ring, deep in your crevice.

"Listen, to that... Mmm-fuck, sweetheart... Where's that bratty shtick, now? " He's getting close; your walls were beginning to flutter. "You gonna' cum? Gonna' cum on a cock for your first time, huh?"

You're babbling in tears as you're fucked into the couch, just managing to maintain eye contact. "Fuuck... Y-yes, please. Please, m'let me- hah - Mr Takami, m-make me cum- mmf - m'so close- fuck!-"

Your grip on him makes him choke, hot spurts of white painting your insides - trying to settle within the cramped space of your crevice and his dick - and spilling out from where the both of you were connected in cream. He swallows as he surveys the damage done, girth still pulsing as he slips out of you. You're still coming down from your high, your lashes hiding your drunk expression. You glance at him, smirking.

One last touch. "Stick that tongue out for me."

You do as your told, tongue lulling out of your mouth in waiting. His head disappears underneath you again, and you whimper as his tongue laps at the concoction of his cum and your juices; your thighs are shaking, and flinch when he grazes against your swollen bud.

Slowly, he hovers over you, admiring your beautiful glow. He kisses you; mix of saltiness and sweetness being captured on your taste buds.

"Such a good girl..." He murmurs against your lips as you gulp. You wince as he finally pulls the gem out of your ass, his sex already tensing and aroused for another round, restless to find out if you were willing to stretch out one more bit of you just for him.

"Keigo?"

You still, recognising the stern tone. "... Daddy?"

Keigo bolts up from you, neck gradually turning towards the person standing in the middle of the door frame.

He freezes in shock - in complete shame.

"Enji..." He treads carefully on his next few words, hastily picking up a piece of clothing off the floor. "This-... I wouldn't-"

"But, you did." Your father says, cerulean eyes dimming to a manner you're all too familiar with...

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