roleplay | Keigo x Reader
She knew it was going to his head. One minute he’s telling her that being awarded the #2 pro hero isn’t going to give him an ego, the next he’s asking her to pretend to be a super fan in bed. Whatever, as long as she got off it’d be fine.
“You’re like my favorite hero, I’m such a huge fan.” Her voice was valley girl, bimboish sounding, trying her best to sound as fake as possible. She pushed her arms together, accentuating her breasts as she stared up at him, batting her eyes. He had asked her to wear the skimpiest outfit he could find, tight and revealing to really put herself into the role or so he said and it was doing it job almost too perfectly. If she had her bra and some panties she would be more covered than this. “I’d do anything to spend some more time together.”
He smiled back at her, pressing her back against the wall as he caged her in with his body, his arm resting above her. He chuckled deep and brushed some hair out of her face, twirling it between his fingers before sliding it behind her ear. “Anything you say?” He leaned down, tickling the shell of her earlobe with his breathe. “Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He whispered.
She felt a shiver go down her spine as she pressed her back against the wall, pressing a hand against his chest. “Anything for you, Sir.” Shit, when did she start getting into this. She used to think men who did shit like this were weird, but when it’s him somehow it’s hot.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He chuckled deeply, pulling away slightly. His hand that had been twirling her hair then moved to her hip, pushing it against the wall. His other hand went towards her skirt, playing with the hem. “Be a good girl for me and I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” His hand then dipped under her skirt, pushing it up as it made room for him. Pushing his way past her thong, his large fingers began softly playing with her folds, expertly finding her clit and focusing soft pressure onto it as he began circling around it.
She couldn’t stop the mewls from spilling out as she melted into his touch. He knew her body too well, knew exactly where to touch and how to get her like putty in his hands. His finger began to move faster as she gripped at his shirt, leaning into him. The hand holding her hip moved to hold her close, letting her head fall into his chest as she moaned out for him.
Yeah, this had gone to his head, but if he kept her touching he like this she would be more than happy to be his little groupie.