I got out of my work clothes after doing the dishes and plopped onto the couch.

"Alright, now tell me everything that happened. Not just a summary."

Keigo was laying down on his side, propped up by a pillow resting against my thighs. I sipped the coffee he made us and took a deep breath.

"Okay so I was at the mall with a friend-"

"A friend?"

I nodded. "Mhm. And we-"

"Who?"

"Huh?"

"Who was the friend?"

"Jack," I said with a twinge of nervousness present in my voice.

He looked up at me frowning. "Jack Ito?"

"Uh-yeah."

He sat up and looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What were you guys doing?"

"I know I'm supposed to be watching him because could be one of the spies, but it was his niece's birthday and he didn't know what the hell to get her, so he asked me to come along because I could-"

"You got into a man's car. A man who is suspected of working against me and giving out information that could kill me. To get his niece a birthday present."

I looked down, avoiding his gaze and traced the handle of my mug with my finger.

"Uh- yes," I said hesitantly, "I suppose I did."

He sighed and groaned.

"But! I've been keeping track of him for a while, and I don't think that he is a spy-"

"(Y/n). You already know what I think about this, what happened next."

I felt guilty, like a kid being scolded for taking candy from a stranger but I continued.

"Well... Um... While I was picking out chocolates when I heard Ashlyn, and so I told her she's a piece of shit and she had a friend with her. Anyway, we argued and I told her I knew that she gave my drink to some random guy. One thing led to another and she backhanded me.

"So, I punched her in the jaw and her friend had a needle-like quirk. It was about to shred me when- uh, Jack pulled me away. Her friend, whoever she was, tripped over Ashlyn and I think smashed something on a shelf. Whatever it was, it sounded like it hurt."

Keigo was watching me tell my story while fluffing the pillow he was resting on.

"So, after Jack checked to see if I was okay, I got arrested, but the officers watched the video and sided with me. But I'm not allowed there for eight months."

Keigo nodded. "Damn kid. Sounds badass."

"Yeah," I joked. "I could probably beat you in a fight."

He laughed a dark laugh. "Oh? Can you now? Well, sweetness, let's test that theory."

His voice because more scratchy and he looked up at me with his eyes practically glowing.

"Why- uh, why do you say that?"

"Say what?" He asked, laying his hand on my thigh.

I looked between him and his hand."Uh, sweetness."

"What? You don't like being called that?"

"N-no it's not that I just-"

Hawks ran his hand a little higher, and rested it on my upper thigh.

"You little shit- you know what you're doing."

"I assure you I don't. What am I doing that's bothering you so much, huh?" He sat up moving his hand to the other side of me and pulled me facing him.

I stared at him, afraid of being too awkward to move. I chuckled nervously and looked to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"Look at me, yeah? I'm talkin' to you."

I gave a quick flick of the eye in his direction and continued to look back at the wall.

"No no, kiddo. Look at me."

"Why? This is stupid and embarrassing."

He chuckled. "Well it sounds like you need to chill out. I'm not doing anything. Quick question though," he continued, "Why are you breathing so shallow? And why do you look... Scared?"

I swallowed. "I'm not scared."

Lie.

"Oh? Well what are you?"

Mark me down scared and horny.

"I'm- I'm just... uh-"

He waited for me to be able to form thoughts but I couldn't, so I decided shutting my mouth was the better option.

When he realized I wasn't going to say anything, he dipped down and kissed my jaw.

"Well, it's always hard to remember your words when you're scared."

His breath was warm against my sensitive ears. I fought the urge to rub them from how his whisper tickled.

"I believe you said you could take me in a fight?"

"Something like that."

He chuckled, and moved one hand from the side of my head to my neck and lightly rubbed my neck from my collar bone to my jawline.

I flinched from the feeling and took a breath, and stomach was light from the touch.

Eventually, the agonizing couple of seconds of neck touching gave way when he softly put four fingers on one cheek, and his thumb on the other. I kept still, not knowing what to do. Apparently, the answer was nothing because he leaned down and kissed me.

He's chapped lips were scratchy and hurt a little at first but it was a soft kiss. He pulled away and looked at me.

"So cute."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and shuttered.

He went back in for another kiss, but moved his gently squeezing hand to the side of my face, my ear between his pointer finger and his middle finger.

When our lips met again, he gave me another kiss. This time though, he slipped his tongue in unexpectedly. He was an amazing kisser, his muscle caressing behind my teeth and against my cheeks. My tongue was following his the whole time.

I let out a soft moan and he seemed to get more turned on by the sound. I let out another whimper when he ran his fingers through my hair and gently pulled it.

Eventually, he pulled away for a quick breath but he went back to work. He bit my lip in a way that encouraged much more sinning and dragged his teeth. When he got to the end, he kissed it and sat up a bit.

"Damn, kid," he panted softly.

I just started at him while also trying to catch my breath.

He paused. Then closed his eyes and chuckled. "Fuck, that was hot."

I didn't say anything. I just stared at him, entranced with how good looking he was. But I was a bit distracted with his sad eyes.

He was smiling and panting, but his eyes told me he had been longing for it. Like a man who needed water had found a water bottle. I slowly put a hand on his cheek and brought him in again. This time, I kissed him. I felt him smile a bit against my lips and chuckle.

The hand that was snaked in my hair pulled me back a bit. I chased his lips just a little bit but stopped when I felt that he still had a soft grip on my lip.

He tisked at me. "How can you think you can fight me when you can't even hold your own?"

"I think I'm holding my own just well, thank you."

He cocked an eyebrow and a cocky smirk danced in hip lips. "Oh?"

"Yep."

He reached behind himself and smirked. "Hey kid, do me a favor."

"Yeah?"

"Get on your knees- don't look at me like that that's not what I meant. Perv."

My face was bright red and I sat on the couch on my knees.

"Okay cool", he continued, "now just-" he grabbed one of my thighs and pulled me over so I was sitting in his lap facing him.

"You know, you could have just moved me," I said in a cool voice, trying to play off the butterflies in my stomach.

"I wanted to know if you'd take orders. By the way, put your hands on the side of my head, I wanna try something."

I flushed but did what I was told, even though it pissed me off. "What exactly are you doing?"

He put the hand that wasn't on the back of the couch behind his head. "Found it."

"Found what- oh shit!"

He pulled the latch and the whole thing toppled. The back went out into its bed form and it hit me what he was trying to do. I was on top of him, hands on either side of his head while his legs were between mine. He crossed his arms behind his head and smirked.

"Well, hello."

"Uh... hi," I said sheepishly.

"Sorry, kid, my hand slipped." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

I laughed softly "Damn Keigo, want me to top you this badly?"

His smirk got wider. "Oh, is that how it's gonna be?"

He moved his arms so one elbow was supporting him and the other was on my side, he was an inch away from my face and I could swear his breath was inviting my lips to his.

With a new found confidence I reply, "That is how it's gonna be. I could take you in a fight."

It was like he was expecting me to say that because he flipped me over faster then I could realize he was moving. Now I was on the bottom and he was looking down at me. He was sitting on my waist.

"So. You think. You could take me. In a fight," he said dangerously slow.

One hand was next to my head but the other hand was rubbing my bare waist. His eyes seemed like they were glowing with intensity and I thought for sure he was going to take me right then.

"Hey, kiddo, I believe I asked you a question—or are you too turned on to think straight? I've noticed your brain basically shuts off when you're all hot and bothered like this."

"I-I uhm—I still think I could take you. In a- in a fight I mean."

"Oh, you do? Okay then."

His hand trailed up a little more and was brushing just under my bra.

"I bet that you'd lose. I'm stronger than you. Faster. More agile. I could really fuck you up if I wanted to. It's like you don't know how dangerous I can be, (Y/n). I could kill you."

The mood was shifting a bit but he shook his head and continued, "That stuff doesn't matter right now. You're so damn cute, I don't think you know what I want to do to you."

"What, like beat me in a fight?"

It would have come off as a smart ass remark if not for the nervousness in my voice.

"No, kid, I was thinking more along the lines of making you beg."

"I don't beg," I tried once again to come off as a smart ass but once again I failed.

"In that case, I wanna make you beg three times."

He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were chapped as hell but no matter how many times I kissed him, he was always so experienced that it blew me out of the water.

His hand picked at the underwire of my bra for permission and I pushed his arm higher. I felt something wriggling against my back and then my bra felt loose. He dragged the bra out of my shirt and tucked it into his pocket. I could feel a cocky smile against me. His hands went back up my shirt and brushed against my erect nipple.

I whimpered quietly as he took them between his fingers and rolled it. He pulled a bit and flicked here and there.

"Damn, kid."

He grabbed the whole thing and gently squeezed while we continued making out. He was sucking my tongue into his mouth and caressing my teeth when I heard music.

I chose to ignore it but Keigo pulled away and looked annoyed as hell. He let out an exaggerated groan.

"uuuuuuUUUUUUGH"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open while I was underneath him panting slightly.

"Hello?...what's up?"

I got an idea and slid my hand up my shirt on top of his. He looked at me and frowned. I grasped his hand and pulled it of my chest. He looked at me and pouted but I took his hand and brought it up to my face. I picked out his middle and ring finger and held them to my lips.

He was currently looking at me intensely, as if daring me.

I slipped his fingers in my mouth and started playing with his fingers using my tongue.

"Oh yeah? Is that so." The voice kept responding and talking while he was paying attention to me.

"Wait what?" He snapped out of it and looked a little worried, "Like right now? But I- ... on my way."

He put his phone back in his pocket and adjusted his pants.

"Endeavor called and they need me."

I pulled his fingers slowly out of my mouth and bit my lip.

"Oh, so you get bold when you think you can get away with it," He kissed me and stood up, "well just know that if not for Endeavor I'd be in the process of making you a drooling mess and breaking your mind into incoherent thoughts."

My stomach got his with the familiar butterfly feeling and I nodded.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You know, you're gonna look cute as hell when I have you beg."