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Hawks (Keigo Takami)
Role - Soft Dominant
Kink - Exhibition
As soon as you ask, Hawks is down to explore. Hell he’ll try anything once, and then two more times just to make sure. He’s dominant but he enjoys being playful, not sticking to any strict rules. Unless he’s feeling possessive. Possessive Hawks makes you call him Keigo. He’s commanding, focused, intense in a way you never see him otherwise. So when some guy gets a little too friendly at a gala event and you see that possessive look in his eyes you know you’re in for it when you get home. The second you step through the door Hawks grabs your hand and leads you to the living room in front of the huge floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city.
He turns and walks off declaring “I want you naked when I get back” over his shoulder.
As he disappears into the bedroom you hesitate for a second before slowly taking off your gown and setting everything down neatly. As you look out the window you catch a glimpse of someone in the neighboring building and quickly cover yourself with your hands.
“What's the matter Angel? Worried someone will see you?”
Hawks appears shirtless, hands tucked into his dress pants pockets, eyes roaming over you with unconcealed lust. When you nod yes he smirks, moving in behind you and turning you to face the window.
“You’re breathtaking. I can't blame other people for looking. Not even the bold idiot from earlier.”
You start to say ‘baby…’ but he corrects you “Keigo.” You meet his gaze in the window reflection as he slides a hand up your stomach to cup your breast. ‘Keigo, I told him off.’
His lips find your neck as he whispers “I know you did Angel. Because you're mine, and you know your mine.”
His free hand comes into view holding up a pretty blue collar. You don't need to ask what it's for; you take it from him and put it around your neck without hesitation, letting him fasten his claim onto you. Keigo closes the clasp and hums in approval.
“So gorgeous. Now everyone else will know you’re mine too.”
He kisses around the edges of the collar, listening to your breath hitch as his hands caress your hips, pressing you against his cock.
“Take it out, Angel.”
You turn obediently and kneel as you unzip his pants and slide them off. Keigo's hand in your hair silently commands and you comply, wrapping your lips around his cock and sucking deep. His deep breathless moan is satisfying, but it's the way he looks at you with possessive pride that makes you swirl your tongue around the head and ride your own fingers. Keigo lets you play for another minute before he pulls you up and roughly presses you against the window, body on full display while he glides his cock against your dripping slit. He doesn't ask permission; just pulls your hips back and slides his cock into you one agonizing inch at a time until you're on your toes panting against the glass. He mutters a curse as he starts fucking you; hard thrusts that make you brace against the glass and gasp loudly. You see someone moving in the corner of your eye and tighten involuntarily.
“Fuck! I felt that Angel. Does the idea of someone seeing me fuck you make you wet? Did we unlock a new kink?”
His strokes get faster, deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes you scream. Keigo's hand comes up between your face and the glass and covers your mouth.
“Quiet. They can watch me take what's mine. I don't care who sees. But those sounds? Those pretty noises you make when you fall apart for me? Those are mine. Only I get to hear that. Keep quiet or I'll stop.”
He warns and you fight to obey, biting your lip to muffle the screams. Satisfied Keigo moves his hand from your mouth to your collar and pulls you tight against him as he fucks you towards a massive orgasm. The collar, the commands, the way he takes you, it's all too much. You last another 3 strokes before you cum, covering your own mouth to contain your moans and whimpers.
“Oh fuck thats it Angel! You're mine, every inch of you. Damn you feel so good! Can’t stop...”
And he doesn't. He fucks you through your first orgasm into a second one that has you breathless and crying against the window, before he finally cums; teeth in your shoulder, marking you one more time for good measure. His aftercare is familiar and comforting. He carries you to bed, tucks you under the covers and brings you water. He praises you for being obedient and tells you how much he loves you. He doesn't take the collar off. He turns on the TV and settles you in for cuddles while periodically tugging on the collar, softly reminding you both that you’re his.