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You were washing dishes when you heard the balcony door slide open and close. You smell faint cologne mixed with what reminded you of fresh rain before you feel arms snake around your waist and a head lean onto yours.
"Hey"
You smile, "you're off early."
Hawks chuckles into your hair, "sure, after pulling a double patrol and damage control shift."
"Well, you're off earlier than if you had started today," you joked. Hawks rolls his eyes.
You finish washing the last plate, turn off the faucet, and shake the plate a bit before placing it on the drying rack.
You feel the hands around your waist turn you around and you snake your arms around Hawks' neck. "How was your day?" you ask.
Hawks faces the ceiling and blows a raspberry, "UGH did you miss the part where I said I worked a double shift? The events weren't even all that exciting, just constant city destruction. I did more cleanup than citizen retrieval. But enough about that. I just want to focus on my favorite person."
"Oh? Who's that?"
Hawks leans down and gives you a sweet kiss. You run your hands through his hair and deepen the kiss. He groans into your mouth and picks you up, one arm around your waist, the other holding you up. You wrap your legs around him and bite on his bottom lip. He pinches your ass and you gasp in surprise. He takes advantage of this moment by working his tongue through your mouth. You decide to fight him on this and try to wrestle your way to his mouth. It wasn't much of a fight. Sure, he is the fastest hero in Japan, but that doesn't mean he isn't incredibly strong, too. He easily overtakes your tongue and gives you a little break, retracting his tongue back to his mouth. Hawks bites the bottom of your lip before going back into your face, massaging your tongue with his. Without breaking the kiss, he walks you until you feel your back hit the wall. You move your hands so they are cupping his face. He lifts his hand from your waist, grabs both your hands, and holds them above your head. He finally breaks the kiss, and you realize the compromising position he has you in.
You stare into his blown out eyes and breathily say, "you still haven't answered my question."
He stares back into your eyes and you bite your lip. His eyes immediately dart to your lips and he licks his.
You grind into him and he loses his composure for a moment. You manage to wiggle your hands out of his grasp, but he keeps you caged between himself and the wall, forearms on both sides of your head.
You hungrily kiss him, hands free to remove clothes. He said it himself, he pulled a double. He worked hard. Maybe you can return the favor and work his hard-on.
"Babe, let me take care of you," you manage to say between kisses.
You push off his coat, loosen his pants, and hastily pull them down, his painfully hard dick springing out into the open. Before you can get on your knees, he leans in, his lips graze your right ear, and he whispers lowly, "okay, but then I get to absolutely ruin you."
You feel your cunt throb and almost lean into him, but you are a girl on a mission.
You give him a sweet kiss and then drop to your knees. You stroke him a couple times before rubbing your thumb across his tip, spreading precum over it. He hisses and grabs your hair. Before you could give him the blowjob of his life, his phone rings.
As much as Hawks loves your attention, you know how important his work is to him. You also know that he has separate ring tones depending on where the call comes from and you know that is the president of the commission's ringtone. That is not a phone call to miss. Hawks sends a feather into his pants and pulls out his phone. "Hello?" He answers, voice raspy.
His face goes from serious to annoyed. "What's the status?" Pause. "Why can't you send someone else?" Pause.
He glances at you, still hard. He's trying to get out of that, and in to you. You glance at his throbbing cock, then at his face, and then back at his member, and then his face. He's practically pouting, listening to the details. His hair is tousled, his cheeks are flushed, and lips swollen from your passionate make-out. Fuck, he's so cute. Well, you promised to take care of him. You look back at his cock and envelop it, taking him into your mouth. He hisses and twitches, pushing his length into your throat. You look up and make eye contact. His eyes are dark. He gritted his teeth, "I just worked for 30 hours straight and barely slept. I'm allowed to be a little pissed." You bob your head, running your tongue along the thick vein. His grip on your hair tightens. "No other avian heroes available?" You feel the base of his dick pulse as you work him. He's getting close. You pull back and roll your tongue around his tip, while stroking his length. Hawks groans dramatically. Not sure if it's from the call or you, honestly. "Fine. Gimme 5 minutes." He hangs up the phone and you pull back. Your mouth is still tight around his cock so you make a loud pop as he exits.
He reaches down and grabs your chin, pulling you up, your faces almost touching, "You enjoy your little game?" he asks, darkly.
You smile sweetly at him and then pout, "Yes, but you have to be at the job site in 5 minutes. We have to end the game here."
Hawks scoffs, "Please. It will not take me 5 minutes to get to the site."
He pulls you up and before you can blink, the room around you spins and you feel your back hit your bed, Hawks above you, his arms on either side of your head, smirking sinisterly.
You see some of his feathers leave his wings. They fly towards you and you flinch. They slice off your clothes, leaving you completely exposed.
"Hawks, that was my favorite shirt!"
"I'll buy you a new one." He crashes his lips into yours, roughly tonguing and exploring your mouth. He moves one arm around your waist, arching your bare chest against his. He loosens his grip and moves his other hand lightly trailing your neck and collarbone, before settling on your breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it. He lightly pinches your nipple and you let out a soft moan. You try to move your arms, but you feel feathers pull them up over your head.
Hawks pulls back. "nuh-uh. You said you were going to take care of me. Did you think it was safe to take advantage of me while I was on a work call? Did you think there wouldn't be punishment?"
"To be fair, you looked like you were trying to get out of it. I figured, we'd end up here when you hung up."
Hawks chuckles, "well, you're not entirely wrong."
"5 minutes isn't enough time to punish me" you say with a shit-eating grin.
"You're right, it's not." Hawks looks at his watch.You feel feathers against your ankles, holding you to your bed. He pulls back and you look at him in surprise.
"Hawks?"
He gets up and another feather leaves him and hovers over your cunt.
"Babe. What are you doing?"
He looks at you innocently. You stare at him, willing an answer.
The feather touches you, lightly brushing your opening, sending a shiver down your spine. Hawks breaks eye contact and makes his way towards the door.
"Hawks," you say again, tone a statement instead of a question.
"Hmm?" he turns around and gives you one of his signature puzzled looks, like when he's in an interview and he's thoughtfully pondering the interviewer's question before giving an answer.
He's such a smug little shit. The feather moves to your clit and brushes it before lightly rubbing, back and forth. Your breath hitches. The feather brushes your cunt and you feel it dampen. He glances at your wet pussy but is still not saying anything. A couple more feathers appear in front of him with his hero clothes. Fucker casually puts them back on.
You'd get frustrated if his feather didn't start vibrating against your nub. You shout "Keigo!"
Oh, government name. You mean business.
Hawks smiles, "you said it yourself. 5 minutes isn't enough for punishment. So, I guess we'll just have to keep you moist until I get back." As he says that, you feel a knot form. He leans down next to your ear and says quietly, voice almost a whisper, "and you better be wet and ready for me. I want you begging for your pussy to swallow my cock."
He pulls back and looks at you, admiring his work. His feathers are holding your wrists, keeping your arms pinned above your head. Your legs are bent and slightly open thanks to the feathers around your ankles. Your eyes are blown, chest heaving, the feather at your clit vibrating at various paces. "Any requests? Other than letting you out of your...predicament?" He smirks.
You try to regain your senses and ask sweetly, "Will you give me a kiss?"
Hawks smiles softly and leans back in. You close your eyes, but instead of your lips meeting with his luscious lips, you feel them brush your ear as he says lowly, "only if you're a good girl." The feather pulses just right and the knot rips, the first orgasm washes over your body. "FUCK, KEI" you shout as you ride out the orgasm. "Ope, can't have you getting too loud!" Another feather grabs a tie and covers your mouth while wrapping it around your head. The feather on your cunt, relentless.
He winks at you, "totally will when I get back." Without waiting for any muffled response, Hawks shouts a quick "love ya, babe!" and with that, he flies out the balcony, feather closing the door, locking it, and closing the curtains so no one can see his favorite person waiting for him to come back.