Afab!reader, Dom!Hawks, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, situationship, oral & penetration, daddy kink, mild angst. 2k words.
You were the other woman. Your lover had no wife, but a job which consumed all his time. Responsibility which swallowed him whole and left only a piece of him for you. And what a darling piece it was, but a fleeting one. You were the only one who knew his real name, Keigo.
He insisted that was the name you moaned when he came to visit, the name you whispered in his ear when you carded your hands through his locks of ash blonde hair. Of course, those nights were few and far between. You were his perfectly kept secret. No news outlet knew of you, nor did the commission he so sparsely spoke of. All you knew was he had eyes on him constantly, so you should feel lucky whenever he found time to steal away and knock on your balcony window.
Lucky wasn’t the word you felt, more like neglected. Hidden away.
But when he did come, it was so sweet. You hated him, yet he made you so happy with that darling way he had. He always had something delivered to you, fresh flowers for the kitchen. A set of luxury imported loose-leaf teas. Silk clothing in the deep red shade of his wings, a color he adored you in for you to wear the next time he’d visit. It was tonight that you sat on your couch, flicking through channels on your large television he’d purchased for you.
Fresh out of the shower, snuggled up in a robe that still smelled like him. That warm spiced citrus scent he carried around on him. Stuffing your face with sushi you had ordered.
When the knock came on your balcony door, you startled, glancing over to see Keigo’s tired face smiling at you through the glass. You always left it unlocked for him, but you knew he enjoyed the act of you getting up to open it for him. He wanted you to “greet him at the door”, like any doting girlfriend. But you weren’t his girlfriend, and the balcony glass door barely counted as a front door. Still, you humored him. You moved the plate of sushi off your lap and onto the coffee table, getting up off the couch to open the door for him, practically tripping over yourself to reach him.
“Dove,” He breathed as his lips immediately met yours once you got the door open, his warm, gloved hands enveloping your waist. Your hands went to find purchase in his hair as you pressed against him, lips working in tandem against his own.
He tasted like yakitori, and you could tell that’s what he had for lunch since he rarely had time to make himself dinner. He was still in his hero outfit, and you ran the pads of your fingers against the soft white fur lining of his jacket as you pushed it off his shoulders and dragged him further inside your apartment.
“I missed you,” You say when you both part to catch your breath. You took in the sight of his amber eyes focused on just you, saving the image for the next sleepless nights you’d spend alone, watching him on the TV, saving the world. For tonight, he was yours and yours alone. You wouldn’t have to share him with the rest of Japan.
“I missed you too, Dove, so much. Did you like the red Geraniums I had delivered to you?” He cupped your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
“I did, they’re so pretty. Thank you. I put them in the kitchen.” You glance back at the kitchen, and when you look back at him, he’s taking off his gloves.
“Would you want me to fix you up some dinner? I made sushi, king crab ro-” he cuts you off with another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, which earns him a soft moan from you.
“Maybe later, I want to enjoy my dessert first. Lay back on the couch for me, dove. Take the robe off.” You nod, trying to not look too disappointed; you knew the reason he stopped by. It’d be stupid to pretend it was for any other reason.
You slipped off your robe, your soft, freshly perfumed skin making contact with the soft curve of the couch cushions. You watched in awe as he stripped in front of you. For a man too fast for his own good, he liked to take his time undressing. He knew you enjoyed watching the show. His wings spread out wide once he got his shirt off, blocking the background show playing on the television.
His belt was next to go, dropping to the ground with a thud. There was a time when he’d wrapped it around his hand, and you had his initials imprinted on your ass for the next few days. But you could tell by the look in his eyes that tonight wasn’t that kind of night. He looked too needy to take his time doing anything unnecessary. He only stripped down to his boxers before sitting down on the couch, patting his knee.
“C’mere, dove. Let me see you.”
Moonlight poured through the open balcony, illuminating his features beautifully. You moved over and straddled his lap, grinding down against his thigh. He gently jerked his leg up to push against your clit, coaxing a moan out of you as you let your forehead rest against his shoulder, shutting your eyes.
“Nuh uh baby, let me see that pretty face of yours when I make you feel good.” He tutted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him as your grinded against his bare thigh with a flushed face.
“Put your hands on daddy’s shoulders,” He guided your hands to grip onto his shoulders so you could steady yourself as you ground down on him.
It was embarrassing how quickly you fell apart in his grasp, under his gaze, how quickly your entire body lit on fire with need. And he just sat back with a stupid grin on his face, watching you pleasure yourself desperately without any help from him.
“Keigo, please, I need you inside!” You pleaded with him, the first of a long line of begging that night you were sure.
“I know, dove. Cum from grinding on my thigh like a dumb little thing, and daddy will fuck you so good, I promise. Just cum for daddy, just like this.”
You unraveled for him quickly. All it took was his gentle coaxing praise to send you over the edge of passion as you gushed all over his thigh, feeling too good to be embarrassed but still needy for something more.
“There we go, come on, lie back for me, dove.” You wined when you realized he wasn’t going to fuck you how you needed it yet.
Keigo enjoyed taking his time to tease you, to make you fall apart without him putting in much work. Lazily watching you writhe from a few languid touches to your heated flesh.
His large hands squeezed your thighs as he settled between them. He nipped at the sides of them with his annoyingly sharp canines, leaving love bites that would last you long enough to remember this night fondly. He lathed his tongue over the bruising marks with care, leaving kisses all over you, from your thighs, his breath ghosting over your clit as he moved up to leave kisses on your stomach, up to the curve of your breasts, which he poured his attention over as you squirmed and moaned.
Tweaking your hardening nipple with one hand and working his tongue over the other. Leaving red marks all over your collarbone and neck with his lips before working back down, doing it all over again until he made it back to your slick cunt.
“Please, Keigo, I want you so bad.” His hand left a sharp pain on your thigh as it came down, before rubbing over the area gently. “Daddy, Sorry. Please, Daddy, I need it. I’ll be good, I promise.” You correct yourself. Keigo was what you used when the two of you made love. He must have had something else in mind tonight.
You didn’t know, your mind felt hazy, and your vision blurred when his tongue ran over your slit before he sucked on your clit, and you shut your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the armrest of the couch.
He stayed like that, lapping and nipping at your clit for a while until you felt two of his fingers prod at your entrance. “Yes, please!” You moaned, finally getting what you wanted.
“So perfect for me,” He groaned against your pussy as he eased his fingers in, stretching you open and curling against your G-spot, making you gasp and moan, your thighs tensing as you clenched around him. “That feels good, baby? Tell me.” He says, moving his fingers in and out faster, glancing up at you with dilated pupils, his lips gleaming with your wetness.
“Look at me and tell Daddy how good it feels.”
You force your head up to meet his gaze. “Feels so good, daddy, t-thank you. M’ so close.”
“My sweet thing,” He coos when he sees the tears in your eyes from how good it feels to be taken care of after so long. Dripping down your cheeks and making you look the prettiest you ever have to him. He loved making you cry, whether it be from pleasure, overstimulation, or making you gag one too many times on his cock. That flushed look you adopted with glimmering eyes made him almost cum in his boxers like an amateur.
He fingered you as he came back up from your pussy, leaning over you to kiss you. Letting you taste yourself on his lips as he uses his thumb to rub your clit until he feels you clench down on his fingers and yelp as you cum, accidentally biting down on his bottom lip.
He was so mean the way he played with you like this, leaving you alone for so long without him to come back for one night and tease you like this. You knew you were a masochist to enjoy such torture. He nursed you back to sanity, kissing your tears away and smoothing his hand over your hair as he whispered soft praise for cuming for him.
“Look how precious you are, so good for me. Such a good hole for me to fuck, yeah, baby?” He chuckles and grabs your chin, making you nod even though your mind is so fuzzy all his words sound muffled to you as you pant, coming down from something so intense.
“You want daddy to cum inside of you now, dove?” He asked, and those words broke through that fuzzy barrier that made you feel like you were floating on a cloud, far above anything real.
“Yes! Yes, please, please. I need you to fill me with your cum, daddy. I can’t live without it, please.” You pleaded and begged, kissing his neck. A sick part of you wanted to get pregnant from it, so he wouldn’t leave you alone so much.
You were on birth control, and it’d never happen, but in your twisted fantasies, you carried his babies, and he lived with you, a perfect little family you’d make. Never left alone to ponder if he was still alive.
The feeling of his thick tip pushing against your prepped hole brought you back to reality, tore you out of your fantasy world. You mewled at the delicious stretch that his cock provided, like a soothing balm for a burn. It made every ache go away, made you feel complete. You tugged him down by his hair to kiss you as he moved inside you faster.
“Take it, dove. You’re so tight- s…so perfect for me. Gonna fill you right up, until my cum’s spillin’ out of you. Gonna push it right back in, treat you so good. Make you fall in love with me,” the bravado from before melted into pathetic groans as he thrusted into you, huffing, the grip on your hips bruising.
“M’ already in love with you, Keigo!” You cry out, dragging your nails down his back, fingers brushing against his sensitive wings. You felt him twitch inside you before his hips stuttered in their consistent pace and he spilled his cum inside of you.
The both of you lay with each other, panting. Him still inside you, a creamy ring forming around the base of his dick. You ran your hands through his hair one last time, kissing his face. “I love you so much, Keigo.” You whisper.
You want to cry when you hear the alarm go off on his phone and he pulls out of you, kissing you one last time before pulling his boxers back on and collecting his clothes off the floor. You lay there on the couch, staring at the ceiling while he dresses.
“Duty calls, dove. M’ sorry, I’d stay longer if I could, you know that. I’ll see you soon.” He says, kissing your face before pulling on his jacket, and you hear the shutting of the balcony door.
