Cemckenna721

Really you weren’t where you were supposed to be and pressed too many buttons today. But in the end you got what you wanted, to be on your knees in front of Hawks in his office, so why look back now.

Hawks stood over you, gently placing your clothes on the guest chair. He told you to stay on your knees and not move, and after being such a pain, he deserved some reprieve from the brattiness.

You knelt with your hands on your knees, nipples hard from the cool air of the office and the gentle breeze from his wings as he shifted about in front of you. Hawks glared down with a predatory gaze and a small pout that was irresistible as he unbuckled his pants.

“You’ve been a real pain today.” He grumbled, pulling his erect cock from his canvas pants. He teased himself, sliding his hand over his shaft a few times, squeezing a bulb of sticky pre and collecting it with his fingers.

He gently placed it on your bottom lip, pulling down to show your teeth as he presented his cock in front of you and sending a feather to toy with your erect nipple.

“Open.” He demanded, and you tilted your head, “You’ve been on my nerves all day today, and you won’t even give me a little head.”

You huff, and open your mouth, tongue flat as you reach to grip his girth. A dash of red darts parts your periphery as a bout of pressure was felt on your wrists that were not tacked to the small of your back.

“No touching.” He tilted his head, glaring down at you with honeyed eyes, “I want you to work for it.” 

“And you wonder why I’m a brat all day…” You mumble, licking over the underside of his head with half lidded eyes.

Hawks chuckled and watched as you slid his length into your mouth slowly. Making about halfway down his shaft before ticking your uvula. You closed around him, hollowing your cheeks and pulling off his head.

You bobbed back onto him, taking a little more, pressing his head to the back of your throat and tears welling in your eyes reflexively. You continued taking more of him on each pass allowing the few tears to crawl down your cheek as you choke on Hawks’ girth.

You take a glance to view your handiwork to see Hawks’ head tilted back, his mouth open with low hollow moans coming from deep in his throat. He never once thrusted his hips to help you, expecting you to do the work.

You furrow your eyebrows in frustration from the lack of reprimand and attention. With a mouthful of cock, you apply pressure to the bottom of his shaft, pressing the top to the grooves of your teeth teasingly.

You watch as he whipped his head down with a disgruntled groan and gripped the side of your head, keeping it still as he shove his cock deep into your throat. You choke around his cock, tongue sucking on the bottom of his shaft as he holds you in place.

"Don't." He huffs before letting your head go so you can continue to suck him off.

You cough around him, sticking your tongue out and drooling onto his boot. He replaces the feather tickling your nipple with his fingers and pinches. You whine around his cock, earning a small chuckle from the Hero.

Once again you're annoyed with him and apply more pressure to his shaft with your teeth on your drawback, his cock flexes and he quickly darts his fingers into your hair, gripping as he growls pulling you off his head.

"What did I say?" He nearly snarls as you stick out your tongue and huff showing him your sticky spit mixed with pre-cum.

"You're a fucking feisty one today." He clenches his fingers, yanking at your hair as he places one foot on the armrest of the chair next to you as he aligns his head with your mouth and shoves himself balls deep.

He smirks at the gagged whine you give and thrusts small pumps to tickle your throat as he tries to get deeper.

"Not so tough now, huh?" He says over the wet gags from you.

"This what you wanted?" He thrusts in and out again, jamming your nose into his happy trail, "wanted to choke on me? Wanted me to take control? Show you who is boss around here?"

Tears trickle down your face, as he relentlessly pulls your hair and shoves himself into your throat.

He yanks you off of him, cock dripping in spit over your face as he holds your head back, "I want an answer."

You swallow and huff a labored, "Yes."

He smiled and sheathed himself inside again, pumping a few times, "I want you to show me my cum on that tongue,” he started before he growled, “No biting." 

He pulled out and jerked himself with wet clicks to let you answer, his fingers tight in your hair, "Yes sir."

"What a good little Dove, for me." He slid his cock over your tongue and deep into your throat with quick thrusts until he pulled out halfway. You rolled your tongue over his head battling the cum shooting from his slit.

Cum pooled in your cheeks as he tried to pull himself out and you grazed your teeth over his head. He let out a high pitched moaned before growling, gripping your cheeks as cum leaked from the corners of your mouth, "You're such a fucking brat. Let me see it."

You open your mouth showing him his milky cum mixed with your spit overflowing from your mouth, your tongue moving it around like rippled water.

He kissed your forehead, "Swallow and show me."

You do as you're told and open your mouth as he slaps his head over your pouting lips, "clean me off too."

You take him into your mouth, sucking the residue off of his shaft. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, shaking his head with a half smirk on his face. 

It’d been a few months since you and Hawks went public with your relationship. The Heroes had won the war and with his newfound time he was able to relax a little and toy around with a relationship.

But with him being a public figure, fan outcry was bound to happen. You had been called everything under the sun by jealous fans. But Hawks wasn’t without his fair share of male discourse.

Hawks snagged your phone after you scoff in frustration. He examines the wall of text on your Instagram from an account under, "Hawks.Aint.Shit"

"Babe, it's really nothing. I get hit on all the time, since we went public." you say, holding out your palm to collect your phone, "I'll just block him like the rest."

Hawks scoffed, "I don't know, he's pretty descriptive, Dove." 

He scrolls up, reading previous attempts and his feathers fluff in agitation. His eyes pinned when he read across, 'he's probably small, can't even fuck a girl like you right. Why don't you let daddy come make you feel real good.'

Hawks' brows furrow and he sits up from your side, placing his arm around your shoulder and leans into you.

"Please give me my phone back." You ask, reaching for it, but Hawks extends his arm, reading on.

"Let me deal with it." Hawks growls.

"Babe, no! Really, let me just block them."

Hawks darts a feather that collects your phone from his hand and turns back to you. He cupped your face in his hand and forcefully planted a kiss on your lips.

"I'll show both of you then." He growled into your bottom lip before nipping it.

You let out a soft moan as he trails his hand between your legs, rubbing over the zipper of your jeans. He made quick work of the clothing on both of you, discarding them over the living room and dove onto your clit.

He sucked with rigor, sliding his digits into you impatiently. With his free hand, he rubbed himself, his knuckles beating against the back of your thigh.

You were too caught up in the feelings to notice that a feather drifted its way to the table and collected your phone, bringing it into Hawks' pre-covered palm.

"Sing just the way I like, baby." he coos, pressing his cockhead down with his thumb, angling his phone camera down.

As he sheathed himself into you, you let out a deep, guttural moan.

"Yeah, just like that, baby."  He encouraged, bringing one foot down from the side of the couch, the other tucked tightly between your hip and back cushions.

He pulls his length from you, slowly, the camera catching the glistening slick on his shaft. He pulls your hips up, curving your lower back as he glides himself inside again, rubbing it’s head over the plush nerves that sent shivers up your spine.

"Atta girl." He coos in your ecstasy, "you like that, huh? That's your favorite spot?"

He thrusts into you at a quick pace, turning his head to the floor length mirror on the other side of the room.

"No one can fuck you like I can, right, Dove?" He asks, holding the camera up to show himself, balls deep with each thrust and you gripping at the pillow behind your head.

You moan a no as he sped up, brushing his head over your spongey pocket.

"Hawks..." you stumble over the word.

"ah, ah, say my name." He coaxes, never breaking the camera angle from the mirror.

You gave him large eyes that rolled back as he rubbed your clit. He never uses his name, even after the war, he almost exclusively goes by Hawks.

"Say it. Who fucks you right without even using their quirk, hm?" He thrusts to each word.

"You...you Keigo!" You moan his name like honey as he pinches your clit.

"That's right, baby." He stares into the lens in the mirror, "and this is the best these creeps are gonna get right?"

"Mhmph..." You moan as your orgasm grows closer.

"Yeah, you're in her DMs and I'm fucking her raw. We're not the same." He says before ending the video and pressing send. He tossed the phone back on the table as he leaned over you, sloppily kissing your lips. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, and huffed as you gasped at his last thrust. He let his cock throb inside your walls, pumping his hips lightly.

“Fuck, I don’t care what I have to do to get these guys to stop messaging you.” He trailed kisses down your neck to your ear, “maybe a viral leaked sex video will do.”

Your body quaked at the thought of people watching you getting fucked on your couch by the Number 2 Pro Hero. But you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you.

You moan against his shoulder as he pulls his hips back and continues to explore your cunt. Hawks huffed into your shoulder before getting frustrated and sitting up.

“Or I could get you pregnant, cum so deep that the baby looks just like me?” He chuckled thrusting harshly into you.

A wave of electricity came over you as he pulled your hips up again, and vigorously rubbed your clit, “Oooo, you like that?”

He teased as he thrusted with every word, “Like the thought of carrying a baby just like me? Huh?”

You clench on his cock as your orgasm takes over. He continued to rub your puffy clit causing your legs to shake in stimulation, “Honestly, I’d want them to look like you. Either way, our child, oh fuck, is gonna be one fine baby.”

Hawks quickly pumped his head into you a few times before inserting his entire length in again and finishing inside you. He let himself cock warm as he laid over you, flopping his wings one over the back of the couch and the other to the floor.

He cradled his face on your collarbone and ran fingers through your hair and hummed.

Your phone buzzed and his quickly followed with an onslaught of chimes. He sent feathers to collect them and the notifications clearly explained the video had made its way to the gossip news.

Hawks has been on medical leave for a bit after a mission caused a pretty serious back strain. He’s been off duty while his muscles heal and cause more serious and long term damage. 

The doctors told him to stretch for a few hours everyday, like yoga, as well as visit a masseuse and Hawks takes it very seriously. He was informed to avoid rough or strenuous activities for him...which meant no sex.

It'd been a month since he was put on leave and you two haven't done much besides making out and touching, but nothing that really satisfied either of you. It was frustrating but you did it for him and his career.

The new found intimacy of rubbing his muscles with Biofreeze and a massage gun really added to your desire to explore his body more. Plus, it was a cute way to give and take, what you did for him, he did for you. 

His hands were always soft and felt /so good/ pinching your muscles as he rubbed them across your back. He’d plant kisses over areas that received response from the muscle unwinding. You did the same to him, planting kisses before the Biofreeze on his strained muscle.

Another couple weeks rolls around and he goes to his appointments as usual, while you are at work. The doctors assess his strain and clear him for more activities, like hiking, light training, etc, but he /must/ continue stretches.

Hawks goes home after his tissue massage and prepares a space to do his stretches. He warms up with some deep breaths and general stretches before going through the list of yoga poses given to him by his doctor to help stretch his back. 

He spreads his legs and sets his chest deep into a forward fold, resting his hands on the ground. He walks his hands back, bringing his shoulders to knees and he melts into the ground as his back cracks with a release. 

He sighs and flattens his palms back, deepening his shoulders between his legs. Hawks relaxes and imagines what he's going to do tonight, knowing he's cleared for more physical work...the doctors don't need to know it's pounding you into the ground.

His cock heats up in his sweats as he imagines you face down into the floor, begging for him to cum. The whines you give as he slides so slowly into you, like honey.

He opens his eyes to view his shoulders touching the ground with a view of his undeniable bulge. Hawks reaches up, rubbing himself through his sweats before sliding his cock from the fabric.

He continued to imagine all the ways he dicked you down before his injury as he stroked himself passively. He ran his thumb over his head, earning an excited moan and he began pumping faster around his shaft. He presses his upper back to the floor as his legs splay backward in a deep fold.

He could almost /hear/ the sounds you made for him so clearly until he milked himself on his face and chest, moaning gutturally. He was too preoccupied in his fantasy, wings beating against the wood floor that he missed you coming home.

You stood in the doorway, watching him stroke himself moaning for you.

"So pretty..." you praise, as he tilts his head back, blushed with embarrassment and covered in cum.

You walk towards him, gently caressing his balls with one hand, the other touching the rim of his ass, "Will you stay like that for me?"

A high pitched moan escaped his lips as you leisurely dropped spit in a stream from your lips onto his tight hole and slid a finger in. Curving it and exploring the warmth of his ass. His chest heaved with excitement as he gripped himself again, rubbing his thumb over the excess cum.

"Months without being fucked made you tight baby." You coo, "Guess we'll have to stretch you out for mommy huh?"

His body shivered at the term and his feathers scratched over the wood flooring. They curled and thumped onto the ground as you toyed with his ass. Quickly maneuvering a single finger in his tight hole.

You drop another blob of spit onto his pucker and down your finger helping you to glide another in. You scissor your fingers as he writhed under you in pleasure. Giving subby moans as he stroked himself faster.