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Here’s what he knows. You’re kind, insanely popular, talented, strong, smart, witty, discrete and the most beautiful woman on earth. Well, to him. He might just be a little obsessed, which is not something he’s willing to acknowledge, but almost about any other person in the world is when it comes to you.
For him, it started the day you finally decided to show up at a Hero Gala for the first time.
_______ was known simply for her work as a model, fashion icon and occasional acting in films that she was personally interested in. She was still young, so this list of achievements, was already impressive by itself. But as if this wasn’t enough, she wasn’t nearly as interested in being the apple of the global eye as she was in using her spotlight for better purposes, choosing to be, rather than a bigger-than-life celebrity, one that decides to act like a normal, human being with a decently private life. It’d been pretty obvious by how silent the lifestyle you’d adapted to was. Spotting ______ was as lucky as finding a four-leaf clover.

When he finally got the honor to meet you in person, he basically raced from one side of the room to the other to get to say ‘hello’. He found himself disappointed (wrongfully) to find out that you’d come with the simple mission of getting a word in with executives/representatives of the Hero Commission, all for the sake of opposing the introduction of some sort of policy that would leave heroes with even less leisure time and privacy. Of course, that’d be the sort of thing he was opposed to, but at the current moment it wasn’t his priority to be an activist for his own rights. Not in the same way at least.
He did grieve this failed meet-cute for a while. Hawks feared that, by the next time you’d met, he wouldn’t be able to charm you without the shock factor aiding his introduction. It’d just be meeting boring old Hawks, fastest man in the country and Nº2 Hero. That couldn’t be enough to impress YOU.

Then, just as he was sure he’d have to give up on the dream of ever meeting you, acting cool (like he didn’t have all the magazines you had been in and a collection of posters of the movies you’d been in sitting in a corner of his home), and charming his way to having you in his arms, YOU served yourself on a silver platter.

Hawks was rarely present in his own office, since he wasn’t the type of hero to sit still and sign papers. That was a job for his employees. His entire purpose was to be out there and make sure citizens were safe. But when he heard the words ‘[…] message from _______’s representative’, Hawks decided to finally take a small break from being all over the place.
His train of thoughts crashed when he heard a subtle knock on the door that he could recognize as his assistant’s. The young woman stepped inside and lowered her head politely, leading with “Hawks, Sir, _________ is here for your meeting.”
He felt the tiny feathers at the connection between his shoulder blades and his wings begin to rise, a full body shiver going through him before he nodded and gave her his signature smile. “Bring her in, won’t you? Thanks.”

Much too fast for his sake, the familiar face of his assistant was replaced by yours. In your hero attire, looking absolutely spectacular, but that was just natural. You could probably make a full Balenciaga outfit look good. He blinked. Once, twice, then he broke into a delayed and slightly nervous chuckle.
“_______! So very nice to meet again!” Nice to meet again? She probably didn’t even remember him! Now he’d certainly fucked up his second shot at a meet cute. He was already spiraling internally. Just before he decided to only open his mouth to answer your questions, you spoke again.
“It’s nice to see you too. Hero Gala, yes? It’s such a shame we did not get to talk more then.” _______ smiled politely, settling into the chair in front of his desk. Hawks’ eyes snapped right back up at you. He had to say something funny. Or witty. Anything. Quick. “It was a shame. How come we didn’t?”

He could’ve sworn he saw the slightest blush tint her cheeks at that. Maybe embarrassment. Or maybe it was him working his charisma. _______ tilted her head, letting out a brief sigh.
“There’s— uh… a lot of things I still need to learn about being a hero. It was easy to give the public what they wanted when you’re just a ‘celebrity’… but the reception of a hero’s actions is much more… reactive…? To say the least.” ______ eyes widened, giving him a nervous smile. Hawks found himself raising his eyebrows very subtly, nodding once.
“Yes, well… when people entrust you to save their lives and the lives of their loved ones, you can’t just throw a new partnership with a makeup company their way to make ‘em feel safer.”

He stared at her face for a few seconds. Only for a moment did he feel confused about the estrangement on her features before flinching. “Shit- I— Did not mean it like that! I just—! No, I’m not undervaluing your work, but this field is VERY very different.” Oh, now he’d fucked up. He was certain. Real smooth, captain nugget. Hawks was on the verge of letting his head fall into his hands and beg for your forgiveness as you retreated from his office. To his surprise, you didn’t. Instead, ______ crossed her arms over her stomach, looking away.

“No, I understand what you meant. At least I hope. But that’s why I need your help. It’s very different to satisfy people that simply want entertainment, a performance or a fashion look to criticize, than to satisfy an audience that wants to live a life in which they can count on yo- on US to do something about the threats constantly looming over them. Which is what brings me to why I asked for your time. I need you to guide me. I need you to tell me how to be a hero.” By the time _______ was done, she was finally meeting his eyes, and Hawks was entranced. He could not stop staring. He’d never seen somebody this… ethereal. It could’ve almost distracted him from what you said.

“You want me to—… You want me to teach you how to be a hero? _______, that’s not- I can’t just- look, it doesn’t really work like that. Also— why- why me?” Hawks grabbed a nearby pen he’d never used before, tapping it rhythmically and lightly onto the surface of his desk as he gingerly bit on the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t consider it teaching me. Just… leading by example. I’m decent when it comes to fighting villains. I’m just not the smoothest talker on this field.” ______ smiled gently before nodding towards him once. “That’s— uhh… that’s you. It’s like what you said. If the hero ranking was based on popularity, you’d be number 1, wouldn’t you? Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly the category I need aid in.”
Hawks let out a dry chuckle, looking away as he shook his head. “_______, I’m— I’m flattered. Really. But-…” What was he doing? Was he really going to say no? All he had to do was let her watch how he handled the cameras and the press. But that wasn’t exactly the problem. Hawks was just a little concerned about how the stark contrast between his camera-self and real life persona would hit you. Maybe a little worried that he wouldn’t make the best impressions.
But he could handle this. This is what he’d wanted. He’d thought that if he could just— no, that if YOU got the opportunity to meet him, you’d like him just as much as he likes you. Right?

Yeah. Yeah, that was right. “Okay.” He nodded briskly before shrugging casually, looking up at you and grinning. “You’ve got yourself a partnership with me.”
He watched as your face lit up, the corners of your mouth curving. Subtle, but visible. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you looked down, and he wished that would’ve been him.

“Thank you so much, Hawks. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Hawks looked up nonchalantly, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back into the the chair. “Yeah, well, you won’t either.”

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He didn’t bat an eye when you arrived at the exact said time the day you were supposed to begin patrolling with him. Neither when you brought donuts for his sidekicks and everyone in the office seemed to lose their shit over your presence. Neither when you kept smiling at him while he toured you around his agency. He did, however, almost jump through the roof when your shoulder and arm brushed his own while you both reviewed patrol routes. Just to be safe.

Both of you dropped in on a nearby rooftop, looking over dark, isolated alleys where every tiny interaction that cowered in the shadow of the setting sun could be seen. This was perfect. When better to charm your socks off than when the light of the sunset made him glow golden?
Hawks turned to look at you, smirking slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, voice soft and friendly, “Everything seems fine, right?”
He asked eagerly. Admittedly, he was a bit too desperate for them to hit it off. If he wanted his plan to go smoothly, you guys were supposed to already be talking like good friends. Then, after patrol, he’d take you to eat. Then, you’d get sleepy, and he’d offer to take you home. Then, you’d hug at the door and he would wave like a lovesick fool until the tiny space between your door and the frame disappeared. Truthfully, his plan was already failing.

She seemed incredibly focused in every conversation and detail about the casual routine of the city playing out before her. Of course, he understood more than anybody else. One second everything could be fine, and then the other, a gang of villains could jump out of a manhole and start terrorizing civilians. He let out a sigh that was intercepted by your delayed answer.
“Umm… yes. You’d like to move a little?”

He blinked, watching her face as she stubbornly turned to look at him, as if taking your eyes off of the street pained you. Somehow, he could recall it maybe being like that during his first patrols. The anxiety of thinking that in a split second you looked away the world would crumble to ashes, and then it’d be on you. Then, her lips stretched into a soft smile, eyebrows twitching in curiosity.
“Do I—… do I have something on my face?”
You ran your fingers over your cheeks, tilting your head down. Hawks chuckled, shaking his head.
“Nothing besides the usual. Let’s change buildings.”

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At 4 in the morning, both of you decided to give it up to the local heroes. The sun began illuminating the now emptying streets. They’d be crowded again soon, but in the meantime, maybe Hawks and _______ would be able to get some rest.
He rubbed his face tiredly, groaning softly to himself. He perched himself over the edge of the corner of another rooftop, watching an old lady open up her store, her teenage daughter sleepily trailing behind her.

Hawks turned to look at _______, finding her stretching her arms up lazily and humming to herself. She seemed stressed, yet somehow also relaxed.
“Wanna get some breakfast?” He turned towards her, standing up and walking closer to ________, who looked up at him and tilted her head, half lidded eyes focusing on him for only a second before she looked at the sun rising over the horizon.
“Something quick but delicious? I probably won’t be able to sleep when I get home if we eat something too… big.”

Hawks’ eyebrows furrowed curiously, still smiling softly. This was an act of admiration. He was being extremely discreet about how much he loved to breathe the same air as her.
“Quick and delicious? Sounds like you’re trying to get at something. You flatter me. But I’m really not that easy, _________.”
He tilted his head downward, arms crossed and expression playful. _______ blushed softly, eyes widening for barely a second before she chuckled.
“Wow. I was just about wondering where the whole Japan’s-most-wanted-bachelor act was.”

He blinked, finally being caught off guard. She knew about his reputation? Wonderful. But not at all. Now his attempts at flirting would go unnoticed behind the pretense of ‘He’s just like that!’
Not really. Sure, he’d tease a female journalist and wink at a schoolgirl every now and then, but he’s really not into flirting with strangers. Flirting with _______, on the other hand…
“Act? You wound me. I can’t believe you just called my whole personality an act.”

“More like a hustle, isn’t it?” _______ palmed his shoulder playfully. The contact was so brief, and yet it made his legs turn into whipped cream. He needed more. As _______ began walking towards the rooftop staircase, Hawks grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and bringing her closer. About half a yard between them. Any sort of contact he wanted, he could just…

“You don’t actually wanna go down the stairs, right? That certainly won’t help with popularity.”
It took him a second to recover, cocky grin splitting his face once he leaned back just slightly. He stared at ______’s parted lips, waiting for more from him. He was reading into everything now. Any type of body language that would help him have an idea of where he was at on the friendship scale. Were they on the ‘just met, how do we move past “how are you doing?”’ spot, or the ‘just met and I’ve already told you why I was teased as a kid’ point?

_______ tilted her head, smiling innocently. “Are you suggesting I just jump off the roof? I have to pass, no matter how impressed the public may be. Impressing them would be useless if my guts are sprayed all over the pavement.”

Hawks frowned playfully before allowing himself to become his usual cocky self for a second. His hand went up above her elbow and the other one onto the small of her back.
“How d’you feel about flying, gorgeous?”

His heart jumped in his chest as he spun her towards the edge of the rooftop and pushed her, making her fall back with a squeak. He jumped right after her, immediately extending his wings and wrapping his arms around her waist before they shot up, wind blowing onto his face. _______ cowered into his chest, heart beating so fast she was sure Hawks could feel it against his.
“Sorry. Did I scare you?”

His voice broke through the wind, drawing her out of her trance. She finally dared to look around them, finding herself to be at eye level with clouds and the canvas swirl of colors the watercolor of sunlight melted into during sunrise.
“…A little, yes! Next time, please warn me before throwing me off a building, okay?”
Her entire body racked with the effort of making herself heard over the wind whipping against them. She held onto his shoulders tightly, unable to take her eyes off of the view. Then, she glanced behind his shoulder. His crimson wings extended over them and showered her in an angelical haven, feathers coated in golden sunlight that made his wings look like they had been enchanted by the stars themselves.

“Alright. I promise next time you’ll know before I toss you off a rooftop.”
Hawks could barely refrain from dipping his face into her hair. The feeling of his arms fitting around her waist so perfectly made him want to melt. Like Icarus, maybe he was flying too close to the sun.
But today had been a total success.
“Back to the agency, or are you going to give me your address, doll?”

“I’m really not that easy, Hawks.”
She threw his words back at his face, smiling to herself and speaking softer, now closer to his ear. “We still have to debrief.”

Hawks let out a dramatic sigh, finally setting a steady course back to his agency. “And I was just beginning to let myself wonder about what I would find in your pantry’s cabinets.”
How about pantry without the R?

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The second patrol was mostly irrelevant. Well, to them both at the very least. The rest of the world thought it was a very eventful day.
Both Hawks and ________ decided to simply commute the way back to the agency, as they were, at most, 3 blocks away. While jumping from rooftop to rooftop, they didn’t exactly focus on secrecy. People pointed over their heads and gawked at the sudden shade in shape of wings. Spotting pro hero Hawks and amateur hero ________ was the spark that ignited a wildfire that spread across the entire world in record time. Almost 10 minutes later, both their names had climbed trend charts, and you could already find ‘news’ blogs reporting their supposed romance.
Astonishing, really. Yet, somehow, both of them remained ignorant to their temporary blinding spotlight, until their third day of patrol and sixth of partnership.

When _______ saw a couple of vans stationed in front of the agency, she quirked a brow, but nothing more than that. When Hawks descended from a morning flight and saw a crowd forming at the entrance, he made a mental note to ask his secretary if he had some sort of press conference scheduled for today, or if he managed to accidentally set a new trend. Never once did it occur to him that it was a shared achievement.

He slid open the balcony’s glass doors, compressing his wings to make them fit through the frame. He spotted _______, cheek resting on her palm, elbow propped on the armrest of his office’s sofa, knees bouncing up and down.

“Morning, ________. Miss me too much?” Hawks walked over to her, unabashedly throwing himself back onto the couch, wings sprawled above and behind him, legs wide open.
________ tilted her legs towards the opposite side, turning to look at him. “Just the appropriate amount.”

Hawks nodded slowly, feigning casual comprehension as his hand came up to ruffle the hair near his neck.
“How much is the appropriate amount?” He asked after a split second of pretending to be uninterested, now fully focused on her. ________ let out a soft chuckle before standing up.
“Come on. We have work to do.”

Just as they both walked out of his office, Hawks found they were intercepted by his secretary. The young woman was red, visibly stressed as she tried to fan herself.
“Hawks, sir, Miss- Miss ________. So many news channels reporters and journalists are out there. They expect you to give information on your relationship.”

Hawks froze. For a second, much too long, he had no idea what to do. He was overwhelmed with the multiple emotions stirring inside him. His relationship with ________? Well, obviously he was working on it! Trying to… find the tracks pointing him in the right direction. But, this wasn’t the time to be honest about feelings! He had to do something.

“Hm… maybe we should humor them. We never explicitly agreed our partnership would be private, did we? So answering a couple questions would be fine. And I could finally get some of that media training I have been begging for.”

He thanked the heavens you were so calm and composed. Right, partnership and media training. He could work with that.
“Right. Totally. Let’s go out there and give them answers! Answers that don’t actually give any information on the matter but don’t leave them unsatisfied!”
Hawks even went as far as throwing his arm around ________’s shoulder as he dragged her off with him to the front of the building. _______ didn’t even flinch. The contact had him wanting to scream at all reporters and journalists that they would get married that night. Which was ridiculous. You could never tie him down. He loved his freedom. But a lifetime with you…

The flash of dozens of cameras blinded him as they walked out the main doors of the building. It would’ve stunned him if he wasn’t used to it. But ______. He looked down at you with eyebrows furrowed in momentary concern before noticing you were also used to this. Of course. He forgot you were basically even more popular than him.

The questions poured in, rampant against the tide of usual polite quietness that enveloped his agency. ‘Will you confirm the rumors about your relationship?’ ‘Is this a partnership or a personal relationship?’ ‘When did you both meet?’ ‘What’s your perception of ______?’ ‘What’s your perception of Hawks?’.

Hawks smiled, giving the audience the usual smirk before he came out with a statement. He raised his hand, signaling for them to quiet down, the frantic questioning immediately dying. “Me and Ms. _________ are not in any type of romantic relationship.” Not yet, at least. “I am something of her… guide, as she tries to become a full time hero, aren’t I, dove?”

Oh, he fucked up. It slipped out so casually, accompanied, by a nudge, shoulders bumping against each others. _______ seemed to have blushed slightly. Whether it was at the ‘Ms.’ (WHY would he call her that? He’d never call a girl younger than him Ms.! Well, he just panicked!), or the ‘dove’, or the shoulder nudge, it didn’t go unnoticed by the crowd. Suddenly the newborn bubble of silence burst with a loud pop, the drastic change almost causing whiplash. The questions about their personal lives erupted into ear rupturing volumes again. Hawks was speechless. All he could was raise his eyebrows in discreet surprise.

Thankfully for him, _______ was just buzzing with the necessity to speak.
“Yes, bird brain. He’s doing a pretty good job. I just thought, transitioning from such drastically different fields of work, I would definitely need a seasoned professional to lower me into the waters of becoming a hero, and who better to do it than THE fastest hero? I’m sure he’ll help me settle into the spot more fitting for me in no time! But I promise I won’t start to depend on him.”
_________ palmed his arm ‘casually’ as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye before facing the press. Hawks broke into a smile. One that surprised him. He’d never felt this way before. He almost wanted to reach up and touch his cheeks, feel this odd, minimally different smile. Instead he laughed and tilted his head. Bird brain, she’d called him. How charming.

The crowd seemed to be satisfied. More casual questions continued to pour. Only a select few were answered.
It was only until a couple of teenage students recording with their phones and a makeshift microphone approached them, struggling to squeeze through every reporter and journalist.

“Are we truly safe? Is there hope for us now that All Might isn’t able to fight anymore?”

Like a drop of blood into water, the question dissolved and tinted the waters a solemn red. Silence bloomed in everybody’s throats again. Suddenly the playfulness that had been lingering in the air had breezed away from them, a grey energy settling over everyone like a heavy fog, weighing down their default resolution and bringing them to remind themselves of the dystopian circumstances that gambled for the control over their lives.
__________ didn’t know what to say. She stared at them with widened eyes, jaw dropping slightly. For a moment, she felt like a true hero. Somebody weighed with the responsibility of other people’s lives, not knowing what to say to assure them that a simple human being’s efforts would be enough. A sense of anxiety settled over her chest. This is where everything reality hit her directly in the face like a wall of concrete.

“Every hero in this country is working with boundless determination to protect all citizens. Never has there been a moment in which hope hasn’t existed. Even in the darkest of times, there is a ray of hope. Because, darkness without light is nothing at all.”
Hawks smiled politely before bowing his head, signaling his and _______’s retreat. The handful of people began moving like an agitated ocean wave again, the students now dramatically squeezed between arms and torsos. ______ glanced back, noticing the girl that had been recording the interaction stared at her with teared up eyes. ________ looked up at Hawks as she walked back into the building by his side, his uncommon frown making her realize that a seemingly unbudging situation could really change drastically with something as subtle as tones.

“Did you… mean that? What you said back there?”

“… I really hope I do. I want to believe in my own words. But— when people ask questions like this, they ALWAYS expect a lie for a response. They don’t know that it’s going to be a lie, but it’s usually the underlying label of the answer.” Hawks stopped walking and turned to face _______. She froze, the frustration in his gaze making her heart jump. Like the look on a child’s face when they couldn’t win a prize they so badly wanted.
“I’m just a human, ________. Every hero out there is just a human that took up the responsibility of doing a job that is long overdue. I can’t really promise them they’ll be safe. I can’t really know if there’s hope. I can only pray. Give it my best. Do everything I can to turn those lies into a reality. It’s the only way I can atone to them for tricking them about the safety of the lives they put in my hands. Everyday, every second of the day, I am reminded of how much I need to live up to their expectations, if not exceed them, because that’s what citizens need to feel safe. And I’ll do anything, to make them feel safe.”
He swallowed thickly, running a hand through his hair and fixing his jacket. Hawks cleared his throat looked away for a second, cursing himself for this moment of vulnerability.

“Come on, let’s go to the usual rou-“
He found himself baffled by the sudden warmth enveloping him, _______’s arms tightly wrapped around his lower chest. She plastered her cheek against his chest.
“I’m sorry. I needed this. Makes me feel safe.”
She murmured into his body, the hum of her voice making something inside him stir. Somehow it made him feel hotter, but also caused him to shiver.
Hawks let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing and body leaning into her automatically.
“That’s 1. One hundred and twenty two (122) million to go.”

And when he heard you chuckle into his shirt, HE was ready to go.

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_______’s legs dangled over the edge of the rooftop, biting into some dango and chewing it mindlessly as she watched the usual street, Hawks sitting beside her.

“Can I have one?” He leaned closer, staring at the candy, trying to steal glances of her glistening lips every now and then. ______ sighed, tilting the wooden stick towards him for him to eat one of the tiny chewy spheres.

It seemed they’d grown much, much closer in the past week or so. _______ was a fast learner, and she’d seemed to have already gotten the gist of media training for a hero. Of course, she wasn’t nearly as good as him, but she was just learning about another branch of the same tree.
Somehow, _______ found herself sabotaging those brief pop quizzes he’d make for her every now and then. Truthfully, she just didn’t want to stop seeing him. Without an excuse to see him, what was she supposed to say when she visited him? After all, he was always so busy. It almost pleased her that he had so little time he couldn’t find a girlfriend. It was selfish, but she wanted him all to herself.

Whenever he was too close she’d find herself staring at his Adam’s apple, his nape, earlobe, lips, hands. It seemed each of his movements could cause her to react like a blade of grass to the wind. Docile and compliant under his hand, but somehow discreet about it.
She watched him grab her hand, wrapping his longer fingers over hers and leaning his head down to drag the dessert up the stick and into his mouth. ________’s blood began to boil in the least rage-related way.
“Stop.” She pleaded weakly, almost a whisper as he looked up at her and chuckled, straightening up and chewing on the candy.

“You want me to just swallow it without chewing, dove?” Hawks straightened up, yet didn’t let go of her hands. The eye contact was too much for her, but never enough.
_______ had started to notice that his gaze was always confident when he looked at anyone else. But the way he looked at her, almost as if full of longing. She found her own staring to be characterized by its yearning.

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That night, the image of his lips was still fresh on her mind. You’d tossed and turned, trying to conciliate a second of rest, but your mind was plagued by Hawks. The man seemed to be destroying your capacity to think rationally.
With great shame, her hand slipped below her waistband and between her thighs, the same fingers that’d been intertwined with his, now inside her.

For the next few nights, this became a routine. Spending more time with him became dangerous. The need was eating at her, and not being able to have more of him could kill her.

But what were you supposed to do?
You’d arrived asking for his help, and now you’d ask for more? For him to selflessly give himself up to null her hunger? No, she could not.

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As if he knew exactly what you were feeling, Hawks had become much, MUCH MORE friendly as of recently. Sure, he was always very nice, especially playful, but today he’d ‘casually’ mentioned that he had no plans for the night, and was very much completely free. One thing led to another, and now you were in his penthouse, glancing around the gorgeous home while you tugged on his arm.

“I totally expected you to have a fancy version of a bachelor pad, but your place is nice. You should invite me over-…”
_______ cut herself up, words dying in her throat. She knew perfectly well how dangerous it would be for them to be in an enclosed space. Alone.

She cleared her throat and suddenly raised her arms, hoisting the bag of items she bought specifically for tonight.
“Anyway, I brought the stuff for the brownies! Why don’t we get started on that?”

Hawks smiled, gently taking the bag out her hand and leaning down, closer to her.
“Sure. I’ll just get a t-shirt for you to wear over your blouse. I’m a bit of a messy baker.” He wasn’t. He just wanted an excuse to see you in his clothes. Plus, maybe he’d purposely start a food fight with you. Then, you’d both end up making out with sugar, flour and butter all over each other. Call it a real creampie.
He shook his head, almost scolding himself. He walked into his room and grabbed the shirt he’d picked out since early that day, one of his favorites.

________ had already started to sort out everything, butter, chocolate chips, whipping cream, flour, cocoa powder. When Hawks came back into the kitchen and handed her his shirt, she slid into it, resisting the urge to sink her face into the fabric and try to salvage his scent from it before it began to smell like eggs and cocoa powder.
Hawks gave her a thumbs up, trying to be discreet about his ogling. He walked up to the counter and looked down at the sorted, brand new ingredients, raising his eyebrows in feigned interest. He wasn’t much for measuring and mixing and transferring.
“So… what do I do?” He asked as if resigning to knowing he had to do something. _______ looked up at him and smirked knowingly as she began to mix the melted butter, chocolate chips and whipping cream.

“Here, get us a cup of sugar and a third of a cup of brown sugar in a bowl.”

Hawks blanked, giving her puppy eyes and furrowing his eyebrows in slight confusion. ________ sighed, never stopping to mix before grabbing the measuring cups and giving them to him. She grabbed his hands and made him hold out his palms.
“In this one, the white sugar, okay?” ______ places the cup in his right hand. “And in this one, the BROWN sugar.” Left hand, third of a cup. Hawks nods slowly, pretending to understand as he grabbed the bags of different sugar. Safe to say he tore up the bag of white sugar and managed to get the counter full of it in less than a second.

_______ paused and scratched her forehead, looking down at the mess before putting her hands on his shoulders and switching places. “Jeez, you could’ve just told me you were completely incompetent when it came to baking. Just— mix this, okay?”

“I have a mixer, though-” Hawks began, standing there awkwardly as if he was just much too big and ungraceful to be in front of something as delicate as a bowl of butter and melted chocolate chips. _______ put her hand up to his mouth. “Mix, chicken. Just mix.”

He chuckled, stirring as _______ poured the measurements of sugar. Truth be told, that had already been mixed enough, but she couldn’t have him just feeling useless. She sped through the process of sugars, egg, vanilla, cocoa powder, flour, salt and more chocolate chips.
Hawks simply stood there, watching her and moving awkwardly in his own kitchen. Once the entire process was done, he sighed, watching ______ dip two fingers into the batter.

“Why don’t you put the chips and popcorn in a bowl?” She suggested calmly as she brought her fingers up to her own mouth. Hawks froze, eyes widening before grabbing her wrist. He gave her the same look as before. Lost, puppy eyes and furrowed eyebrows.
“I forgot to buy those.” He saw her expression, unimpressed and unamused, and immediately jumped to action. “But— I’ll go get them now. I’ll be back before those brownies are even ready, alright?”
Hawks used his hold on her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, licking her fingers before bringing them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

________ stared, eyes widening into saucers as she watched the same fingers that had made her finish every night while thinking about him for the past few weeks, enveloped by his lips. His tongue wrapped around her finger pads, every trace of chocolate and flour gone. Her face must’ve become a scarlet red by now, because she could feel the heat burning her cheeks, so much it was now traveling down to her lower stomach.

“Thanks, dove. You’re so understanding.”
He let go of her hand, smiling charmingly as he turned towards the elevator doors. ________ stood there in shock, her knees giving out.

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For Hawks, it was a big shock the rest of the afternoon went by with no other feat from his side. He expected he’d be able to at least kiss her today. He’d dropped all the hints he could, for Christ’s sake!
The finger sucking? The lying atop of her thighs? The arm around her waist? The chin atop the shoulder, the stealing her chips halfway to her mouth, the rubbing the top of her thighs? Just how dense could she be?
That night, he dropped a half asleep _______ off at her own home and threw himself onto his mattress once back home. Hawks rubbed his fingers over himself, albeit fully clothed. He let out a whiny moan he’d never let anybody else hear as he pulled down his sweatpants, his cock aching at the simple thought of you.
He thought of the shocked look on your face when he pulled his little stunt with the brownie batter. He’d wanted more than anything for you to have stayed over, but you seemed incredibly aware even with how sleepy you were. Did you just not want to fuck him?
He was on edge. He needed you so badly. He just had to have you. He had to feel the softness of your inside. The skin of your inner thighs.
Hawks stroked himself lazily, his thumb running a line from top to base of his dick. He let out a sigh as his hips chased his own contact, slowly descending into fucking his own fist. All he could do was fantasize it was you. Half the afternoon, he’d been painfully hard with just seeing you lie on your side with his shirt on.
He wasn’t usually desperate, but he deserved it. He had been hoping for release all day. He pressed his eyes shut as he felt himself coming onto his lower stomach. Hawks sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly with his other hand.
“________… please.”

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It had been maybe 3 months since you’d began your partnership with Hawks, and you were almost officially “graduating”. You now had enough tact to be responsible for your own public image as a hero. But neither you nor Hawks wanted that. You both desperately needed an excuse to continue seeing each other. Or, an ultimatum.

Thankfully, you’d befriended multiple of Hawks pro hero acquaintances, and apparently, you’d made such an impression a couple of them decided to organize a little get together to celebrate your ascension into their field. But the ‘little’ part of the celebration was shot down when a bunch of people began to invite themselves. Other heroes, acquaintances of yours, and of Hawks. Now you were staring into the face of a party you hadn’t even organized yet made you seem like a stuck up bitch. Thankfully, and due to your insistence, the ‘party’ would still be kept casual. No evening gowns or formalities. Just a bunch of people drinking from red plastic cups.

When _______ arrived at the large home belonging to Mt. Lady, she was mildly surprised for a second, then she remembered the entire gist of the woman. Surprisingly, it seemed unnaturally quiet from the outside. She knocked, patiently waiting to be let inside.

Truthfully, she’d only showed up to talk to Hawks. She didn’t want their last patrol session to revolve around her feelings and how badly she didn’t want to leave his side, so she needed to give him her ultimatum in a more casual setting. Said ultimatum would be, lying and claiming she wasn’t yet ready to finish their partnership, and that she still needed for them to work together. As easy as that.
Yet, what was she supposed to do afterwards? Continue lying? It’s not like she was forever going to be a student of his.

As if her thoughts were louder than the inside of the party, the door opened and the music jump-scared her. ________ blinked, eyes wide enough to fall out of their sockets as she was greeted by Mt. Lady and Midnight, who both seemed to be wrestling between taking control of a shared body, trying to charm you into entering the house with one of their parties.

“_________! Gosh, so so so happy to see you! GUYS, ________’S HERE!!” Mt. Lady pushed Nightmare’s cheek away from you, waving her arm over her head to announce your arrival to the other guests. It was impossibly crowded. There had to be at least 50 people in just the living room, all of them which cheered and raised their cups the second they saw you. Other heroes were already lounging around, and you were pretty sure you’d seen a bartender near the polished kitchen island.
Midnight laughed loudly after managing to get out of Mt. Lady’s grip, wrapping her arm around yours and pressing her chest against your side.
“________, hi. I have some friends that would love to meet you, d’you mind?”

You did mind. You wanted to find Hawks. You wanted to make sure this wouldn’t be the last place and time you would both be able to make suggestive comments and laugh at ridiculous inside jokes. And yet, all you did was nod, allowing yourself to be hauled off, being chased by Mt. Lady, who seemed incredibly irritated that Midnight had won you over for introductions first.

Midnight brought you to a group of heroes you hadn’t heard much about but had a vague idea of, UA teachers. The man that called himself Present Mic was the only one that shook your hand enthusiastically before walking off once the song ‘Can’t Get You out of My Head’ by Kylie Minogue started playing, making his way to a wider space. You greeted Vlad King and Snipe politely, who seemed pretty nervous to be meeting you. Then came the man called Eraser Head. He was handsome, in a tired sort of way. He simply nodded your way, greeting you politely before hiding the lower half of his face into his scarf.
Then, came the legend, All Might. He was now deflated, as the entire nation had seen him on TV after the fight in Kamino. Somehow, meeting him was not in the slightest bit less amazing than it would’ve been even before his retirement. _________’s eyes shimmered with admiration as she shook the tall man’s hand, who seemed almost flustered to find that a world renowned celebrity was also a fan of his.

Yet, after mingling for a maybe half hour and finally getting a cup of something that looked like a strawberry slushie, she was spent. She had no mind for anything but Hawks! Was he there already? What if he was talking to other people? Or, God forbid, a girl? What if he hit it off with one of HER model or actress acquaintances and then they both decided to ditch the party? She stood there with dread swirling in her stomach before shoving her cup into Aizawa’s hand without a single thought. The man simply quirked a brow.

She basically raced back to Mt. Lady, who was delighted to have her running back towards her. “Hey, Mt. Lady, has-… has Hawks gotten here yet?”

You noticed her smile fading for a second before she fixed it again, this time a tiny bit forced. “Uh— not yet… I don’t think so. I don’t have his number. But I think he was going to get here with Mirko.”

“With— with Mirko? As in… his date?” _______’s voice faltered mid sentence, a tiny whimper escaping her throat as she stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. Mt. Lady shot you a glance, then, once she noticed your expression, she fully turned to face you, jaw dropping and eyes widening before her face split with delight. “…Oh my gosh, you’re into that boy! He stole your heart!” She exclaimed, somehow sounding both enthusiastic and accusatory at the same time.

________ paused, eyes widening before bursting into amazingly nervous and awkward laughter that could be heard even through Michael Jackson’s ‘Dirty Diana’. “No, you’re getting it wrong. I just really have to talk to him, ‘s all.”

Mt. Lady tilted her head, giving you her characteristically seductive smirk. “Aw, you’re so cute. I’m sure he’ll be here in no time. And don’t worry about him and Mirko. They’re completely platonic. Like oil and water.”

“No, wrong comparison.” But before you finished your argument she had already winked at you and disappeared. ________ sighed and started to make her way back to Aizawa and All Might before suddenly bumping into a large red fur coat. No, not a fur coat. A wing. She looked up, eyes lighting up when she found herself face to face with the man she’d been looking for all afternoon.
“Hey, dove. Were you looking for me?”
He leaned forward, catching your arm to steady you. _______ broke into a moonstruck smile before tilting her head, looking up at him with unknowingly charming eyes.
“No. I was just… glancing around to see if I could spot a couple of wings.”

Hawks chuckled, lowering his wings as if letting them rest, longer feathers now touching the floor. He stared at her for only a few seconds before bringing himself out of his trance.
“So, I’ve got a friend that wants to meet you. We hadn’t had this chance before.”

Your eyebrows furrowed into discreet resignation, already knowing you were about to meet this Mirko girl you’d read so many wonders about. Hawks walked you to the food table, the bunny woman standing there and judging everything on the surface before her eyes landed on the baby carrots and celery sticks beside the wings, eyes lighting up. Hawks cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Mirko.” She ignored him, noisily munching on the carrots. “MIRKO.” He called again, eyes half lidded in irritation. She turned towards them, carrots stuffed in her mouth. “What d’you wa-…” Mirko paused, eyes wide. She swallowed her half munched carrots with visible effort before walking closer to you. “Uh— pleasure to meet you, ______. I’m Mirko.”

She actually seemed to be blushing slightly. ______ wanted to let her jaw drop and gawk. This woman was incredibly sexy and beautiful, and she was flustered to meet her?!
“Such— such a pleasure to meet you too! I’ve heard so much about you. You’re… pretty great.”

Mirko broke into a smirk before biting into another carrot. “You’re cute. I get why you’re famous.” She stated briefly before turning around and walking away, leaving _______ dumbfounded. “What was-?”

Hawks facepalmed, turning towards you and smiling apologetically. “Sorry about her. No manners, right? Just all over the place.”
You heard Mirko yell over the music “I can still hear you, dickwad!”

Hawks scratched his head sheepishly, looking away. “So, do you want to go get some drinks?”

Just as you were about to seize this chance, both Mt. Lady and Midnight approached you again, somehow managing to smile and wave at you enthusiastically for one second and wrestle each other the next successively, until they stood in front of you.
“________! Join us! We have games for you!” Midnight blurted out halfway through pulling on Mt. Lady’s hair and making her gasp. Mt. Lady jumped up, wrapping her arms around Midnight’s hips and biting the side of her waist halfway through her announcement, “But— just wait, I have to introduce you to some friends of mine, alright?”

You watched them wrestle to ‘Monster’ by Lady Gaga before Hawks nudged you. You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. He mouthed a simple ‘go’ before pushing you forward teasingly, already putting his hands in his pockets and walking away. You watched him disappear into the kitchen, taking a spot beside Mirko, your eyes narrowing. The frown on your face went unnoticed by Mt. Lady, who had won this battle and now dragged you off to some other side of the house.
Gosh, all you wanted to do was talk to Hawks. You wanted to get drunk and then end up oversharing. You wanted to taste what type of liquor he’d been drinking on his lips. You wanted to maybe light cigarettes with the same flame. You wanted to kiss him!

Every chance at getting what you wanted seemed to disappear right after being born. ________ spent the entire afternoon being tossed around other heroes and entertainers that treated this party as if a zoo in which she was the main attraction.

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When in doubt, put a feather on her. With the help of the feather he pinned with the job of following you and listening in on your conversations, Hawks spent his own afternoon running around the house, discreetly trying to find a corner to stand by, watching you interact with what seemed a house full of crazy fanatics. It didn’t matter, because he was still your biggest fan out of all of them.

He watched you try to pretend you remembered who two young, thin women were. Then he watched you accidentally spill whiskey on the bartender, who seemed delighted to have a chance to approach you, and positively gleeful at you scrubbing his shirt desperately with a napkin. Later in the afternoon, you were crowded again by people who literally performed an entire routine and skit to impress you. It was when two men he was pretty sure had snuck into the party finished talking to you and you darted up the stairs towards the second floor, where nobody else seemed to go out of respect for the owner of the home. Hawks respectfully ducked out the conversation with a group of young women that fawned over him, excusing himself and hurriedly finding a way up the stairs. He followed after the soft sounds of rustling and feet tapping the floor lightly, knocking once he made his way to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

“_______, it’s Hawks.” He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as he looked down at the ground. Without an answer, she unlocked the door and opened it, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. The second he was inside the bathroom, _______ locked the door again and stared up at him, eyebrows furrowed and almost pouting in frustration. Hawks chuckled before putting his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them up and down gingerly. “Having a good time, dove?”

“Look, I wanted to—…. No! This sucks! It’s nice that everyone wants to say hi to me, but I haven’t been able to sit down since I got here and I’m TIRED of hearing about people’s favorite projects of mine!” She began to tap her foot rapidly against the floor, somehow fusing with the beat of PinkPantheress’ ‘Tonight’. Hawks patted her head teasingly and nodded. “Yep. Overwhelming, huh? Now you’re gonna double the fanbase, with becoming a hero and a celebrity, right?”

She looked up at him in a way that clearly told him to shut up with no words. Hawks leaned back against the edge of the sink and grabbed her hips, positioning her between his legs and rubbing his hands up and her waist. “Alright, sorry. It’ll be over soon. After this, you won’t have to handle any more big hero parties and stuff.”
He could’ve kissed you right then and there, seeing your surprised face and red cheeks, fingers nervously wrapping around his wrists, her touch so gentle, as if pressing to much or inquiring with contact would make him retreat as if burnt by the heat of her skin. “And next time, I could be your date. Then, you’d have me right by your side all night to bitch about your fans.”

________ let out a hesitant chuckle before breaking into giggles, putting her forehead against his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Fine. You can’t back out now, you’re my official date to every upcoming gala and event from now on.”

Hawks feigned irritation, groaning dramatically. “Death by a thousand hero galas.” He kissed the top of her head, and held her as tight as he could without hurting her before _______ jumped out of the embrace and fixed her shirt.

“Guests are probably wondering where I am. I guess it’s about time I go back to listening to people talk about how they know more about me than I do.”
She tilted her head and looked away, hand on the doorknob. Hawks let out a sigh, tilting his head and looking out the small window above the shower.
“Yeah, that group of fangirls is probably dying to poke and prod me a little more.” He glanced at her briefly, watching her eyes widening and smile tighten. He could’ve sworn he saw her eyebrow twitch.

“Yeah. Best you don’t keep them waiting.” _______ replied without even looking at him, darting out of the bathroom. Got her.

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Whenever you found a single chance to get away and run back to Hawks, somebody else wanted to be introduced, somebody else had something to say!
Well, YOU had something to say! To Hawks! And it was so very urgent! You’d missed your chance in the bathroom because you were sure you were going to puke all those strawberry daiquiris, and by the time you were finally drunk enough to be straight up rude to anybody who approached you, the party seemed to be dying. People were leaving and the entire home was coated in plastic cups, cigarette butts, beer and soda cans and the guest closet was emptying.

________’s heart broke when she saw Hawks reaching for Mirko’s jacket, draping it over her shoulder and watching her as she put it on properly. Finally free, but much too late. She watched Mirko put her shoes on, and sighed, deciding to stay and help Mt. Lady clean up the place. Suddenly, the silver haired woman came up to _______, watching her begin to gather up the plastic cups, cheeks as red as cherries and a dreamy look on her face.
“What are you doing here, with that cute ass puppy dog look on your face?” Your eyes widened at her vocabulary, momentarily stunned by her word choice. “_______, go. Kiss him and do the foot pop like in those cheesy movies you’ve been in. Steal the man from Japan’s public eye.” She hiccuped, and then giggled at her own hiccup before stumbling away into the arms of a man you knew was called Kamui Woods.

_______ stood there in shock for a second before turning to look at the door, where Hawks now stood, staring directly at her. She blinked, eyes widening again. He smirked lazily before sending a couple of feathers her way, feathers that pushed her forward once he began walking towards her. Once she bumped into his chest, she looked up at him, daring to grab onto his arms.

“Can I finally take you home, dove?”

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You both stood in front of the doors to your house. Hawks looked down at you, hands in his pockets as his wings seemed to gravitate up and down subtly, yet restless.

“Um… I wanted to… well, there’s something you’ve gotta know.”

Hawks raised his bushy eyebrows in interest, tilting his head and waiting for you to continue. _________ smiled nervously and put her own hands together, gesturing awkwardly before she began talking again.
“I—… I don’t think I’m ready to end our partnership.” For a second, she could’ve sworn she saw Hawks’ lips curve slightly. “Maybe I could use a bit more training. Isn’t that what was proved tonight? I can’t STAND interacting with people.”

“On the contrary, I think you handled it wonderfully, even though you were fed up with people ranting to you.” He looked away, a light pole flickering in front of your home. “No hero actually LIKES to be swarmed by press and stuff. You’ve passed. Officially graduated Hawks’ School for Actresses trying to become Heroes.” He gave you jazz hands.

________ took in a long breath. She wanted to throw a tantrum and insist they HAD to continue their partnership or else the world would end. She NEEDED to say something.

“Is that all, ______?”
Hawks leaned down, yet not closer. _______ looked up again and nodded pitifully. “…Yeah.”

For a few seconds, silence lingered before Hawks’ shoulders slumped, along with his wings. _______ lowered her head. “Alright, then. Good night, dove. Maybe… I’ll see you around.”

He turned around and began walking away. ______ stood in front of her door, watching him. Then, she struck out. “Wait, I was lying.”

At the same moment, Hawks turned around to face her again with a frown on his face. “Actually, no, I-”

They both stood in front of each other, again, complicating things more than they had to. Hawks thought it over just once before putting his hand behind her neck brusquely and pushing her into a kiss, lips crashing onto hers.
________ didn’t even move, all she did was let out a soft sigh into the action, closing her eyes and letting her mouth be invaded.

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You both stumbled your way to your bedroom, barely abandoning each other’s lips as you did. The moment ______ sat on the bed and he put his hands at the sides of your thighs, she’d already forgotten what she was going to say, and Hawks had long since said goodbye to the hesitation he’d felt before. He leaned forward, making you fall back onto the bed, putting the weight of the upper half of his body atop of yours, wings covering both of them under a veil of personal secrecy, and reaching below your shirt.

_______ reached for his hair, fingers tangling between golden locks. Her leg hooked around side of his hips, bringing him down in between her legs. Only once the lack of oxygen actually seemed like a real threat did they pull apart, staring at each other with foreheads stuck to each other’s, the tips of their noses grazing each other. For a second, all ________ could see was an animalistic expression coated in forced, trained domestic affection. And all Hawks could see, was the almost violent, vicious need in her eyes. He stumbled, fearing that it was his own gaze and he’d failed to conceal the ferocity of his own lust.
Then, her parted lips curved into a smirk, and both of them attacked. Her teeth sank into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and he ripped her shirt to shreds, pulling it off of her while she roughly undid his belt, pulling his pants down before he wrapped his arms around her and made them roll over the bed. He’d brought her hips atop of his, folding his wings behind himself. He watched the way her hips stretched atop his own anatomy, the dip of her tummy over the beginning of her legs and the arching of her back. Hawks leaned forward, looking up at her almost pleadingly as he kissed her upper stomach. Both of them knew it was an act. Neither of them wanted to beg or ask nicely, they wanted to fuck the ferocity out of each other. It was almost a competition, a fight for dominance over who’d concealed the raw thirst better. In another scenario it could’ve been amusing how they both took their time with every little detail as an act to display their willingness to wait, their patience, but in this one it was simply cruel. Why would they torture each other such a way?

______ tilted her head and let out a whin when her thighs pressed against him, the hardness through his pants rubbing against her, suddenly pulling his head back and making him let out something between a groan and a chuckle.
“Stop.” Her nails came down to dig into his nape, kissing him again and trailing down his jaw and onto his Adam’s apple, then sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of the side of his neck. Hawks let out a gasp, his wings reacting with a shudder, then a moan that surprised the both of them. He felt the warmth of blood trickle down his skin but only briefly before your lips made contact again, licking it clean. Hawks paused for a moment before grabbing your waist and tossing you to the side, positioning himself between your legs and holding them open, hands under your knees. He looked down at you and tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed in amused curiosity, as if catching a child doing something embarrassing.

“What are you doing, dove?” He unbuttoned your pants with a single hand, making sure to use the other one to keep you in place while he got rid of the other clothing item. _______ blinked, eyes widening slightly. “Nothing.”

Hawks pulled your pants off swiftly and pulled your legs apart even wider before chuckling at your innocent look. “Wrong. That was definitely something.”

He looked down at your panties, noticing the darker spot of humidity and smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you tell the truth.
He lowered himself and began to kiss the inside of one of your thighs, using his hands to keep you in the same position and squeeze the curve of her glutes. Hawks dragged his tongue all the way to her pussy, dipping the bridge of his nose onto her mons pubis and looking up at her smugly before opening his mouth and pulling her panties to the side with his teeth. Hawks straightened up and looked down at her, squinting and smirking to himself. This only lasted a few seconds before he pulled her panties off of her legs and tossed them to the side, his thumb immediately finding her clit and circling as if trapping his pray.

“Thanks for the meal.” He muttered joyfully before bringing his mouth down to her entrance, letting out a delighted whine once his mouth was coated in her slick, passionately making out with her pussy while drawing circles onto the bundle nerves right above the tip of his nose. His wings buzzed and seemed to gain a consciousness of their own.
_______ squirmed, arching her back and letting her legs tremble beneath him. Hawks didn’t let her move, keeping her in just the right position before straightening up and wiping the liquid trailing down his chin with his forearm, which both of them were unsure if it was just his saliva or her own arousal.

Hawks looked at her face again, her parted lips, chest rising and falling and the dying defiance in her gaze making him want to cum right inside his pants. But, not yet. He brought a finger into her pussy, diving deeper until he found exactly what he was looking for. Only then did he introduce another finger, curving both of them inside of her while his thumb pressed onto her clit. Her hips buckled, hoping to create some friction and find some relief in movement, but Hawks abstained, only curving his fingers and relaxing them periodically. It was only until he saw her eyes crystallizing and drool pooling at the edges of her lips that he decided he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Cum on my fingers, dove. Please. Then, I promise I’m all yours.” Hawks began moving his fingers faster, the fervor of feeling your humid skin drowning his rationality, kissing her legs and looking down at her blissed out face. _______ let out whines and moans, grinding onto his palm. Her fingers knotted into her bedsheet, and skin burning. She finally felt herself reach her climax, spasms racking her body and aftershocks pushing her consciousness out of her body. She almost didn’t register the sound of Hawks unzipping his pants.

_______ looked up, the effort of supporting her upper body so suddenly after her orgasm almost giving her whiplash. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up at him almost pleadingly. “Hawks— you said—“

Hawks brought her down, hips even closer to him. “Keigo. Say Keigo.”

_______’s expression painted pure confusion before she spoke again, “Keigo— you… you said after that—“

“I know, dove. I’m sorry. I just— I need to fill you up. After that, I just don’t think I can resist, dove.”
Keigo reached for his own boxer briefs and ______ let out a whine, tilting her head back. Panic flooded her again the moment she felt his erection against her entrance. He was huge.

Keigo spread her wetness around, kissing her lower stomach and looking up at her as his dick entered her. He was being careful, slowly pushing through her walls. _______ panted, letting out gasps and feeling tears prickle her eyes. It felt like he was never going to bottom out. After a couple of seconds, he slammed into her, his tip prodding her cervix. _______ let out a scream, thighs instinctively wrapped around him as Keigo began to fuck her. To him, he was choosing a steady pace. To her, she’d already decided this is what heaven felt like.

She threw her arms over his shoulders and scratched, fingers drawing circles over the tiny fluffy feathers between skin and feathers, bouncing atop of him. With every stroke, the sounds would fill up the room, her moans and whimpers, his soft, yet filthy whispers and needy whining aiding the ambience. It felt so wrong, and so wonderful.
Keigo suddenly flipped her around, hoisting her hips again and letting her sink her face into the pillows as his fingers gripped her lower back, everything darkened by the shade of his extended arms wings. Yep, that’d definitely bruise.
_______ couldn’t even respond anymore. Her mind and walls had been shaped by his cock, which was now banging onto her cervix with every stroke of his hips. Every few seconds his name would be ripped out of her when he’d make her feel a new sensation never experimented before. Keigo leaned over her, biting into her shoulder. Just like her, he’d bitten into her skin hard enough to draw blood, blood that he cleaned up in a matter of seconds before speaking into her ear, the sex affecting him just as much as her.
“Gonna fill you up, ‘kay? You’re gonna be so full my cum.”

He dipped his head into the curve of her shoulder before chuckling to himself, smacking her ass and letting out a sigh. He could’ve lost himself in the feeling of her pussy, the stretch and the tightness, as if she was trying to push him out. Every movement, every prod of her gummy walls was driving him insane. He wanted to fuck her until his DNA was inside her every organ. Keigo was sure he was gonna go for more after this.

To _________, it was almost as if his cock was making space for itself by pushing out her brain, her mind plagued out by the thought of how having his kid didn’t sound bad at all. She nodded onto her silk pillow covers, barely able to whine or protest.
Keigo’s rhythm began to falter, now aggressively crushing her ass as he put his hand on her lower tummy. Right there, he could feel the bulge created by the top of his own dick. He pushed down softly, hearing her scream his name again and he could’ve high fived himself.
“You’re so good, dove. You’re— mine, okay?”

“You…” He slammed into her, knowing he was about to cum, and the tightening of her walls told him the same about her. “Belong” Keigo’s force against her made the bedframe rattle. “To me.” The last words were almost a growl. Keigo finally felt the warm liquid enveloping the head of his cock, her guts coated with his seed. He stayed in the same position, feeling her legs tremble as she experimented the same waves of shock. Only once the fog clouding his brain had dissipated enough for him to see did he wrap his arms around her waist, sitting down against her pillows, wings extended behind his back, and delicately placing her atop of his lap, not for a second considering pulling out, cum still trickling down her sticky thighs.

_______ leaned onto his chest, breathing rapidly. “You know— before, I wanted to say that—“

Keigo nodded, chin atop of her head. “I kinda got the message.”

“Good because- I’m not very good at admitting stuff. But just to be clear… I-… what I did before, that was a bite.”

Keigo broke into laughter, tilting her head up to kiss her.
“Right, okay. Well, once I get you a chew toy, I’ll find a way to properly ask you to be my girlfriend, how does that sound?”

“Almost as good as that chew toy.”