#reader x hawks

"Let's make a baby."

You drop the glass you're dying over the sink and swear as you watch it fall to the ground. It tumbles end over end, almost in slow motion. A moment later, it's back in your hands - still fully formed, no shards on the ground. A crimson feather zooms out from where it's wrapped around the glass - Hawks has used his quirk to save the day. As per usual.

"Excuse me?" You snap, holding up the glass with a shaky hand. "And stop doing that. Don't surprise me, you know I'm clumsy and break things."

"I mean it. Let's make a baby." He says, leaning across the countertop on his forearms. His hair is tussled and wet from a recent shower, his t-shirt and sweatpants clinging sinfully to his damp, slim frame. "I want to put a baby in you right now."

"Kei..." You groan, rolling your eyes. He's been saying this a lot lately, especially whenever you're being particularly domestic. You make dinner - baby talk. You take his hero costume out for dry cleaning - baby talk. You tell him not to forget his lunch - goddamn mother fucking baby talk. You often wonder aloud if his bird quirk includes some biological drive to reproduce. He honestly doesn't know.

"Come on baby - just let me fuck you. Right here. Right now." He pushes away from the counter and walks around to stand next to you. He reaches down and grasps at his package through his sweatpants - he's already hard. You place the glass on the counter to prevent yourself from dropping it again. You stare - jeez the way his sweatpants hang around his waist is absolutely delicious. The way his dick boldly bulges in his pants for you causes a spark of desire to shoot straight to your pussy.

Keigo keeps talking as he slips the waistband of his sweatpants down, revealing his hard, flushed cock. "I'll bend you over the counter, I'll suck on your clit a lil' - just the way you like. I'll eat you out and then...then...when you're nice and wet for me I'll slip inside you and fuck you until I knock you up." His pants drop to the floor and you can't help the way you moan as you look at him - his muscled thighs still damp from the shower. He steps forward, dropping his dick. He cages you against the counter, between his hard, muscled Pro Hero arms.

"Kei...we shouldn't." You giggle as he nuzzles into your neck, placing a hot kiss at your pulse point.

"Well I think we should." He whispers, sliding his hands down your sides and scooping at your ass. In one fluid movement he's lifted you onto the countertop, biceps flexing a bit with the effort of it. You forget how strong he is sometimes. It makes you swoon a bit.

A moment later, he's pulled your shorts off. They lay abandoned on the ground alongside your inhibitions. Keigo bends down and brings his mouth close to your pussy. He lets out a hot breath, smiling up at you as you feel your desire pulse and throb.

Glaring from your corner in the bar, you huffed at the sight before you.

Hawks was flirting with someone.

The pro hero Hawks, your boyfriend. Was flirting with someone else while you sat back and watched.

He was clearly doing this to annoy you, to get you to react and punish him, and it was working. As he rubbed himself up against some bitch at the bar, he shot you a smirk over his shoulder.

Growling, you stormed out.

As you got into your house, you were already plotting his punishment tonight. He clearly needed to be taught a lesson.

But, you realized, if he was doing all this because he wanted to get punished, the best punishment would be to not punish him.

Smiling to yourself, you started to get ready to go to bed.

A few minutes later, you heard the door open and Hawks come in.

He was confused as to why you hadn't made your move yet, but he was ready to get railed into the bed.

Strolling into the bed room, he called your name. "Y/nnnnnn. I'm hooome!"

You came out of the bathroom, and he prepared himself to be pinned to the wall. But nothing happened.

"Hey Keigo, you're back already? You looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Eyebrows furrowing, he was perplexed. You seemed completely normal, this couldn't be right.

"Eh, I decided to leave since you stormed out of there looking a little angry. Something the matter?" He gave you a suggestive look.

But you remained unfazed. "I don't know what you mean, I'm fine. I was just about to go to bed."

Finally he understood. You were doing this on purpose. He realized his plan was failing. Miserably.

"But-but aren't you mad at me?" He tried to salvage the mess he had gotten himself into. "For flirting with that lady? She was hot, wasn't she?"

You rolled your eyes and got into bed. "Goodnight, Kei."

He cursed quietly, eyes boring into you as you rolled onto your side, facing away from him. He was horny as fuck, you were ignoring him, and--

that's it.

He grinned to himself as he thought up something else.

He perched on the bed, starting to take off his clothes. "That woman at the bar, she was so hot that she's gotten me all hard. I guess if you won't do anything about it, I'll have to relieve myself."

You nearly giggled at his stupid idea, but you continued to ignore him. Let him do what he wants, you're not doing anything until he begs for it.

He started to stroke himself, glancing over to you to see if you reacted. Nothing. Well, you'd break soon enough, he thought, and so during his next stroke, he moaned out "Karen."

You rolled your eyes at his audacity. He really thought you'd break and give him what he wants after all the shit he's pulled tonight?

Scoffing, you turned over, and he immediately stiffened, grinning. He thought he'd won. "Are you going to join me?" He asked.

"No. Go on, continue. I won't bother you."

He wilted, but quickly regained composure. "You sure you don't want to help? I'm not making you mad, am I?"

You gave him a little shrug. "Go on. This isn't about me, pretend I'm not here."

He could hear the venom in your voice, and he was crying out in his mind for you to just fuck him already!

Tentatively reaching back for his dick, he started slowly stroking again, letting out greatly exaggerated moans, arching his back into his touch as if it was enough to satiate his need.

After a couple minutes of this, he was starting to panic, because he was no closer to cumming. His fake moans were turning into whines, that started to sound like pleads.

"Nghh~ pl-pleaase- I- I need to~" Tears were beginning to pool in his eyes, as his eyes flitted to you. Only to see that you were turning away, reaching for your phone to do who knows what.

"Hey!" He whined angrily.

You glanced up at his flushed form. "Yeah? Are you finished? Ready to go to bed now?"

He was tired of this pretending, the dancing around the subject, he needed you now.

"Just fuck me already! I know you want to, after what I pulled at the bar. Just do it. Show me that I'm yours, just please!" He was practically yelling at you, and you finally dropped your act.

You narrowed your eyes as your neutral expression dropped. He knew he was in deep shit.

"You want me to fuck you? Yeah, you made that pretty clear with the shit you pulled earlier. You did all this, just to get me to fuck you stupid, but why should I? You don't deserve that. You can fuck yourself."

"N-no! I promise, I won't do this ever again!" He was pathetic, tear threatening to fall at the thought of having to get off himself.

"Oh yeah? As if I'd believe that from a slut like you."

He didn't know what to do. Everything was falling apart, and all we wanted was for you to touch him!

He just looked at you helplessly. "Please. I'm sorry."

You scoffed. "The only reason you're sorry is because you want to get railed. If you weren't horny you wouldn't be sorry in the least."

Hawks couldn't ignore the burning in his cock, he needed you to touch him. But he knew he had to really mean what he said. "No no, I promise, the only reason I did this was because I wanted you, no one else. I only want you."

You sighed. His pleading was getting to you, and you did want to rail him. "Fine. Be good, and I'll fuck you. But if you ever do anything like this again, and I won't be so lenient."

He gulped at the implication, but he perked up. "Yes yes please I can be good for you! I'll be such a good toy, please~"

You pinned him down to the bed, and he gasped, mouth falling open. You began to grind on his member, and he groaned into your mouth as you took him into a kiss. Pulling away, you were connected by a string of saliva. "All fours for me, slut."

He quickly complied, lips already puffy from the force of your kiss.

He stuck his ass in the air, wiggling it a bit and giving you a smirk.

You smacked him for his attitude. "Stay still. Although I guess that's too hard for a whore like you. Rubbing up against every person you see."

He shook his head furiously, wings ruffling at your words. "No, only for you!"

With a dark grin, you shoved a couple fingers in his mouth, letting him suck them lewdly. "Yeah? You're mine, right?"

Pulling the digits out of his mouth, you slowly inched one into his ass, prepping him as he nodded quickly. "Just yours, only yours."

You yanked his headback by his hair and watched him groan. "I'm ready, just ~fuck~ please, fuck me!" His eyes were rolling back in his head by the time you found his prostate, and his hole was sucking you in greedily.

But you pulled out with a shlick, and reached to grab your strap and lube it up.

His eyes gazed up at you with adoration as you positioned yourself at his entrance, and he had to dig his fingers into his plush thighs to stop himself from moving.

Slowly, so slowly he thought he was losing his mind, you inched the strap into him. He nearly groaned at the snail like pace, but he kept quiet, trying to be a good boy for you.

Once you had pushed in all the way, you stopped to admire him.

Sweat was coating his body, and he was panting lightly. His arms were shaking under him, but he tried to remain as still as possible while he trembled with need.

Without warning, you quickly pulled out and thrusted back in, so fast that hawks didn't know what was happening until his eyes were already rolling back into his head. "Fu~hn- fuck!" He wailed, hands scrabbling for purchase in the sheets.

You fucked him at an incredible pace, pushing all of your anger into your movement to make his arms give out. He could barely get any noise out, too braindead to form any words.

All that came out were screams as you pounded into his prostate, and after only a minute, he was close. He had been waiting for this for forever, and you were finally relieving him.

His hole tightened around your strap, and that was all the warning you got before he came, ropes of cum shooting out as his mouth opened in a silent scream, vision going white.

He collapsed into the mattress as you slowed your thrusts slightly, and as he was coming back to reality, shaking from the aftershocks, you started to regain your original pace.

"Wha~hahh~stop it- it hurts, can't - "

"You'll take what I give you, whore. This is what you asked for, wasn't it? You're mine. And you won't be able to walk for a week when I'm done with you."

What the fuck had he done.

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a/n

Guys T-T idk what happened here lol

I had a sudden idea for this, and then I kinda lost steam half way so i had to pull it back together and... this happened?

Anyway, yeah.

Btw sorry if your name is Karen lmao what was I thinking?

It was pouring out today, you cursed yourself for not checking the weather app. Including not thinking to bring an umbrella with you. You usually did every day; except today…

You let out an long-exhausted sigh. You stood by and watched as people walk by the pouring rain, umbrellas in hand.

Some run towards their cars. Many ran by a nearby stores for sanctuary form the pouring rain, and some others, they didn't care. They just walked along the sidewalk tapping making small splashes on the concrete, walking home with their hoodies up...

You sigh, as you watched some random couple pass by you. Their umbrellas covering them, their bodies close to one other... with loving smiles on their faces.

You always wonder how being loved…, wanted... , held, by someone close felt like. You never got to have someone like that in your life.

All you had was your grandparents and honestly, you were content with that. Since your parents were no longer in the picture of your life...

You knew running to your apartment complex would be a bad idea. It’s a little further away from where you’re standing at the moment...

You'd just have to wait for the rain to stop.

Usually, it takes....60 minutes...

You huff and stepped back, softly bumping into the building walls. You exhale, and watch the fog of your breath fade into the cool air.

You looked down at your heeled feet, tapping and scrapping the concrete in circler motion.

You did this for about 13 minutes. As you were too focused on your feet, you hadn't noticed a figure had stood by you; waiting for you to take notice of them.

And so, they stood close to your ear; their warm breath tickled your hair.

"Whatćha doing Chickáde?"

Startled, you jumped back and gasped at the sudden warm breath near your ear. You covered it from the source of the voice, and went into defense mode.

but soon relaxed as you realize who it was. You let your guard down and put your hand on your raising heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Hawks, you startled me." He lightly laughs and apologizes. "Sorry, I just noticed you standing here as I flow by. So I just decided to stand next to you. To see if you'd noticed," He cheekily smiles down at you.

"It's alright, and as for your question, I'm waiting around for the rain to stop." you looked up at the pouring rain and cringed,

"But...it won't be stopping anytime soon, since it just started..." You looked down once again, watching the splashes of rain hitting the concrete, it bounced a few times; only to hit the floor again.

As you watched, you felt a small cold tap on your head. You looked towards Hawks, wondering if he had done the tapping.

He was too focused on looking up, watching the rain fall. He had felt your staring and looked down at you.

You both stared at each other for a while, you scan over his features; admiring how handsome Hawks is.

His beautiful golden-brown orbs stared down at you, as some of his blond locks of gold; fall down his angelic features. He tilts his head in wonder, as to why you’ve been staring.

You said nothing. You both stayed this way and unbeknownst to both the citizen and pro-hero. They were leaning towards one another.

If only you could capture this picture-perfect moment in a photo, you'd treasure it. It's been a while since you and Hawks had some time alone together.

Ever since a few months ago when the Nomus attacked the city, that’s when he stop visiting. The Hero Public Safety Commission has been working Keigo to exhaustion... so you never got to see him in those hard times. To comfort him, be there for him and mend his wounds.

You didn't want to think about that right now, you were just so glad he was here with you. Standing there, giving you genuine smiles and just feeling safe and secure with you.

As you were both very close to one another, you abruptly jumped back. Straddled at the sudden feeling of something cool dropped or... more like tapping on the crown of your head once again.

Hawks had quickly jumped back worriedly, thinking he had done something wrong; maybe even lost his chances with you...

His wings lowered themselves down in disappointment, but went up in defense when he noticed you confusedly tapped your head.

"What's wrong?" He asks checking for any sort of injuries or something out of place. you looked up at what it was and it was the canopy of the cafe.

It had small old holes, letting the water drip down, there were a few of them near you. You walked backward wanting to avoid the little waters dripping down your head.

You had hit something hard on your back and looked up to see Hawks, "Oh! I'm sorry Hawks, I should have watched where I was going..." you apologized and embarrassedly looked down. "It's fine!" He reassures quickly replacing his serious face with a cheery smile.

You took a step back, giving him space and, ignoring the fact that small drops of waters; dripping down your head. And were rolling uncomfortably down your face and hair.

Hawks noticed this,

You stood by him feeling as if you had the worst luck today, and sigh in disappointment. As you felt the water drop on your hair, you also noticed a shadow above your head as well as a reflection of the color red illuminating and glowed. Warmth, radiating near you as well, and the dropping droplets of water; stopped.

You looked up and saw Hawks looking the other way, you smiled as you saw a glimpse of his ear heating up; the shade of red was noticeable. Too shy to look towards you.

No matter how much of a charmer Hawks was, you somehow always brought out the shyness in him. It made his cheeks flush.

He shields your head with his wing, protecting you from the rain. It warmed your heart at his genuine kindness and gentle attitude toward you. As well as; giving you your space, making sure not to get uncomfortably close to you. For the sake of your comfort.

Although; you didn't mind if he did, even though he was a flirt, he was still a gentleman. You slowly went close to him gently bumping his shoulders, you felt how his body stiffened and his wings fluttered.

If only you knew how much his heart was racing; his stomach felt like there were a million butterflies, just fluttering around. Just for you. For your touch... and only you. He craved for you more than anything. He wished he can voice out, how much these little moments meant to him.

You slowly sneaked your hand towards his gloved one and intertwined your fingers. Hawks softy embraced your warm hand, and gently intertwine your hands. He softy brushes his thumb on your hand, trying his best to calm his racing heart. You both smiled at the action and stayed that way for a while.

"(Yn),"

Hawks spoke. You turned to him giving your full attention. "Let's walk to your apartment,"

"Hawks, it's pouring..." You lightly chuckled, "We also don't have an umbrella," you pointed out.

"Who said anything about needing an umbrella?" You surprisedly looked up at him, Hawks gave you a cheeky smile and and tugged you forward. He then, shields you with his beautiful vermilion wing above your head.

You looked at him gratefully and took his hand. He lightly guides you out the safety of the canopy, with his wing covering your head.

"(Yn)," Hawks soft voice call for your attention.

"Yes?"

"Can I... hold you?" He asks you, hesitantly; looking the other way hiding his flushed face. You smiled sweetly at him, "Sure,"

With your consent, he puts his hand on your hips and pulled you close to him. You shyly look away, but you held onto his arm.

You felt your heart thumping in your chest, your cheeks heated up. You bit your bottom lip softy, trying to clam down. He smirks as he noticed you bit your bottom lip, but decided not to tease you about it… yet.

You felt safe, happy and felt a sworm of butterflies in you tummy. He was warm and gentle as he held you close. His hand on your hips, as his wing was above you; as you both walked down the pouring rain together, Hand in hand; with warmth and safety.

In a way, you were happy that it was a rainy day. Or else you wouldn’t get the chance to be close to him, as you were now. He thought the same thing. He would gladly be your shield against the pouring rain.

Thanks for reading! Hoped you enjoyed, stay safe and have a good day and night! - 👑🐝2️⃣1️⃣ 🩵

Artist: Kadeart

You felt your cheeks burn and your heart leap to life in your chest. Your voice twisted into a knot in your throat as you ignored his question, replaying how your conversation had taken such a turn. It wasn't the first time your conversations had dwelled into that territory, but that was usually when the sun was down, you were alone in a small room where the air felt too thick and your breathing was too heavy, and it was past the hour of smart choices. Like you were daring your friendship. Played chicken with how far you could push it, how many steps you could take over the fading line in the burning sand.

But it was never out in the open, sun high, Hawks staring at you like he'd heard the most ridiculous thing in his life.

"Not a single person you've been with has ever gone down on you?" Hawks cocked a brow, leaning over until you had to meet his gaze.

Words tangled in your throat like headphones in a pant pocket. You shrugged in response. You'd only been with a handful of people, and it was never something that was checked off the list. There were other forms of foreplay, sure, but the encounters never lasted long enough for that to happen.

Hawks frowned, a rare sight on his usually cheery face. He pushed his goggles to the top of his head and looked out over the skyline. Pulling another rare card: silence. Letting it fall between you as his brows pinched, losing himself in whatever thoughts were flying through his head. His unchanging expression gave no hint as to what they were. Pity? Curiosity? Disbelief?

A quiet Hawks made your nerves twist. So you did all you could think of: broke the tension.

"Asking me as if you ever have the time to do anything yourself." You laughed awkwardly. "I mean, as if you have time to do that with your partners."

Hawks didn't respond for a moment. Letting the honking cars and the rustling of the aesthetically planted trees fill the space. When he finally responded, his voice was quiet and husky. Filled with certainty and confidence only he could exude. Making the vast open space feel like a windowless closet, not enough space between you to even breathe without touching.

"On the contrary, it's what I spend the most time doing. Knowing I can make my partner cum over and over just from my mouth?" His eyes shot to you. "It's one of my favorite things."

You were holding your breath. You had no reason to be, and as your lungs started to burn, you realized you hadn't responded. But how were you supposed to? What were you even supposed to say? This wasn't the first time one of your conversations had ventured into this territory, with the mention of romantic and sexual partners, but never so explicit. And never so casually.

Many things came to mind, many of which you couldn't say. None of which you would say as your tongue felt too heavy in your frustratingly dry mouth.

You were saved by the sound of Hawks' phone chiming. His serious expression shifted as he glanced down at it. You recognized the familiar notification of a call for help. A fire had broken out and his help was needed to rescue those trapped inside. You took an impossibly slow breath as Hawks stood, stretching out his wings and sighing.

"Thanks for the coffee," Hawks mused, that familiar heart-stopping smirk creeping onto his lips. It stole the breath from your lungs as soon as it got there. "I'll see you later, (Y/N)."

He left you, as he left everyone, in the dust on the roof. Left to your endless thoughts roaming between harmless curiosities to what-ifs that previously had only made appearances when you were lying in bed alone at night. When the moon was high, your covers were kicked from your bed as you tossed and turned, and the ache that made your entire body restless took over. Dragged your mind down into the depths that sprouted from those nights with Hawks. Where your friendship blurred. Where the lightest touch that would otherwise mean nothing turned into a world of possibilities. Hands grazing as you reached for the same drink. The way his eyes watched your mouth even when you stopped speaking. How nice his body felt beneath yours as you slept on your couch, exhausted from a day of patrolling.

Then your phone chimed. A sidekick calling about a nearby incident. You took one final sip of your drink, burying down the image of Hawks kissing down your stomach, hands pressing your thighs open, his breath tickling you where you ached. You were never so thankful for getting called to work. It was the perfect excuse to prevent your mind from wandering far beyond the line of your and Hawks' friendship.

And it worked for the rest of the day. Until you got home, exhausted, drained to the point that, as soon as your head hit your pillow, you were out cold. There was no peaceful drifting into the world of dreams that people often romanticize. It was like you were thrown into a pit of darkness, swallowed by sleep, and spit out into a dream right in the middle of the action. No recollection of how you'd gotten there, but you were pressed against a wall, dress pushed up around your waist.

You blinked down, unable to fully see what was laid out before you. But you could feel it. Hands on your hips, holding them firmly back against the wall. A mouth kissing along bare skin, following the curve of your hip. Fingers tickling your skin, parting folds, making you gasp as they teased exactly where you wanted them. Pushing into you as the kisses moved downward. A mouth hovering over your clit.

"It really is," they spoke, a voice you'd recognize in an instant, "one of my favorite things."

You felt his tongue first. Flat against your clit. Then his lips closed around it and sucked. Your eyes shut, hands searching for purchase in his golden hair, back arching off the wall as his fingers curled inside you. Like he knew every inch of you and knew exactly how to make you squirm. And then it bled into so much it felt like nothing.

Like you were having an out-of-body experience. Left with only a taste of Hawks, well, tasting you. You tried with more might than you wished to admit to get back to your body. To feel the pleasure that, as you continued to writhe around, Hawks was clearly giving you. But it was like your legs were too heavy. Your eyes couldn't quite open enough. Your mind was processing directions too slowly. By the time you finally returned to your senses, when you were finally able to return to the moment, you felt like you were on the edge. The pleasure so close that you were going to burst yet entirely out of reach as, suddenly, you woke up to your alarm. Yanking you from the dream so hard you were sure you woke up with whiplash. Gasping as sweat slicked your body. Trying your best to ignore other slick parts of you.

A week passed with the same nightly occurrence. While you didn't see Hawks in person—not an uncommon occurrence given your busy schedule—you saw him every night in your dreams. Those of which were quickly becoming nightmares with how desperate they left you. Only with a tease of possibility, a taste of what it might feel like before you woke up having felt edged and unsatisfied. But you never gave in to the ache. A pang of embarrassment kept your fingers from drifting between your legs. If Hawks ever found out what you were dreaming about, how you'd woken up from said dreams and how you'd wanted to take care of that need? You were sure you'd never live it down.

So you lived with the ache. The throbbing need. Blue balling yourself so hard you had to throw yourself into your work harder than before. More hours patrolling, fewer breaks, rarely checking your personal messages. Distractions until you didn't need them anymore. But the dreams, the spiraling thoughts into the depths of Hawks that crept in during milliseconds of downtime, didn't stop. And they seemed to have no schedule of doing so.

It was a special kind of torture. One that kept you from talking to and seeing your friend while constantly thinking about them. It meant ignoring their calls and texts as you lay in bed wishing they were there beside you. Repeating every little skin-tingling thing they've said as you try to fight how they make your heart race.

No, that wasn't torture. Not compared to the evening you'd spent patrolling, came home and showered, and stepped out to hear a rapping on your balcony door. And there was only one person in your life who would show up on your balcony and so nonchalantly knock on the glass door. And he stood there, red wings basking in the moonlight, goggles on his head, eyes glittering as soon as they saw you.

"Hi," he cooed as you slid the door open, a small smile on his lips.

You tried to control the emotions that were spinning out inside you.

"Hi," you echoed back at him. Voice soft, stiff.

He leaned back against the railing of your balcony and took a slow breath, studying you dressed solely in an oversized tee-shirt and shorts so short they were hidden beneath your top.

"I wanted to apologize." He watched you closely as he spoke. "On the roof that afternoon, I hadn't meant to overstep. I'm sorry if I crossed a line with what we talked about.”

You blinked at him. You hadn't even thought about that aspect. Not during your avoidance of Hawks' calls and texts. It took a second before you could speak, but you managed to find your voice. Even if it came out a little too loud.

"No." You coughed to try and cover up the sudden volume. Trying to hide the neediness in your voice, hoping he hadn't noticed. "You didn't. I've just...been busy."

You weren't a liar when it wasn't necessary for battle or a mission. You could pull a mean poker face when needed and could monologue to distract a villain long enough to capture them. But lying to Hawks about something so intimate? An impossible task.

And Hawks absolutely knew it.

"Busy?" His mouth tipped into a smirk as he studied you. Eyes lingering over your bare thighs as he scanned down your torso. "Really?"

"Yeah," you stuttered out the word. "Busy."

Hawks nodded and pulled a hand free from a glove, removing his goggles from his head before running his hand through his hair. You watched as his fingers combed the gold strands, and Hawks cocked a brow. You hoped he hadn't heard your choked gasp as you thought back to your many dreams where you got to tangle your hands in his hair.

Then he smirked. He knew. Observant bastard. He knew.

"You sure everything's alright?" Hawks pushed off the railing and stepped towards you. It took everything in you not to blurt out something silly. "Cause you seem wound up a little tight."

He reached a hand up and—still gloveless—pinched your chin. He narrowed his eyes as he studied you. You couldn't hear the sound of the wind over your heart in your ears. His touch tingled against you. And despite not wanting to say anything stupid, your breath hitching was more than enough to compensate for that as Hawks touched you. As he stepped closer and closed the gap.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

This wasn't the first time you'd been this close. A few months back, you'd come close to kissing. Dangerously close. Mouths hovering, breathing heavy, a drink of liquor blurring away your ability to make smart choices. You would've kissed had Hawks' phone not dinged and a sobering wave of realization of what was about to happen dawned on you. You never talked about it after. But it didn't stop the small moments. Like Hawks on your balcony with very little space between you, his hand holding your chin, asking you to tell him what had you so wound up.

Him. It was all him. The dream version and the one standing before you. The cocky bastard with his knowing smirk like he could tell exactly what you were thinking. Like he knew every wet dream you'd had about him.

"It's complicated," you murmured. Voice as rough as sandpaper. Wind whipping the warm air around you.

"Uncomplicate it." Hawks met your gaze. "I want to help."

You couldn't help it. But you laughed. A little dryer than you'd meant, but it was his fault you'd started thinking about him between your legs in the first place.

"I...can't." You weren't sure what else you were supposed to say.

Hawks went quiet and you expected him to step back, say goodnight, and be on his way. To your surprise, he didn't.

"Does it have to do with our conversation on the rooftop?"

Your hesitation was answer enough for him. In an attempt to come up with the best answer, it seemed that lingering silence was more than enough. Hawks took a deep breath, his feathers rustling. His hand twitched on your chin before it slid back, gliding across your jaw. You nearly stumbled back at the movement, biting your lip to prevent a gasp from sneaking out.

"(Y/N)," Hawks said so softly you barely registered it. "Let me make it up to you."

"You have nothing to-"

"Let me make it up to you," he repeated, mouth moving to hover over yours.

A beat of silence, your brain scrambling with his mouth so close to yours.

"How?" You weren't sure why you were asking. Hawks was going to tell you regardless. Even if he didn't owe you anything.

He shifted. Leaning forward until his mouth was beside your ear. His breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

"Let me make up for how your previous partners have been lacking." His next breath came out ragged. Your heart surely had come to a stop in your chest. You swallowed hard, rushing to process Hawks' words to make sure you hadn't misheard him.

"W-What?"

You pulled back as much as you could manage, meeting Hawk's gaze. Those gold irises darkened and glittered. Pupils blown and nearly swallowing the rich color. You felt floaty under his stare, feeling your heartbeat over every inch of you. That ache you woke up with every morning was back tenfold. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive in all the ways you'd dreamt; his feathers stiff on his wings as he waited. Struggling not to fill the silence as you took shallow after shallow breath.

"Let me show you," he said as his eyes dropped over your chest, stomach, and down to where the hem of your shirt covered, "what you've been missing."

And then Hawks said the unexpected in a voice so strained it shattered what little sanity you had left. What was keeping him on the patio and you inside your apartment. It croaked out of him in a voice dripping with as much need as you were sure you were dripping with. Just a simple, desperate please.

Hawks was always particular about his behavior. Every action he'd taken, every word he'd said, every smile he's given. It'd always been deliberate. He'd always oozed charisma, whether it's practiced or genuine. He could have a reporter or fan blushing and blubbering from a little look and a lean. Add a few flirtatious words, and you were sure they would've combusted on the spot.

He rarely ever lost control, rarely ever let that facade slip. Not unless there was a purpose. Not if there was a chance the cameras might catch it.

You'd seen the confidence. You'd seen the charisma. But you'd never seen it so outwardly directed at you when Hawks was so obviously not playing a role. So you blamed your response on that. It was the only option when you nodded your head and whispered the quietest okay. And with a swiftness you only saw in battle, Hawks was inside your apartment, balcony door shut, blinds drawn, your back pressed against it.

You'd thought about kissing him a few times even before your almost kiss. And you'd certainly thought about it many times after. But when his lips met yours in a slow, hungry kiss that was meant to tease, it was better than you'd ever imagined. It made your head spin, the way his mouth melded with yours. How his hands found their way into your hair and tugged, tongue grazing your lip as you gasped. It was a preview. An example of what he could do with his tongue before he got to the main act.

He didn't have to kiss you, not when all you'd agreed to was him putting his tongue somewhere else, but you weren't going to complain. You weren't going to stop. You couldn't stop, not when it finally felt like you'd gotten a sip of water after a day without it. Not when Hawks made your entire body burn and all he was doing was kissing you.

"How can I have you?" He asked as he nipped along your jaw, hands dropping to your hips with a deliciously tight grip.

You responded with a whimper in the vein of a what? Hawks smirked against you, fingers slowly bunching up the fabric of your shirt.

"Do you want to stay in this?" He tugged on your shirt. "Or do you want to lay bare?"

A groan slipped out and you mentally cursed yourself. He had such a potent effect on you that it was worrisome. Another whispered curse followed when his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts, the tips tickling beneath your navel, and he pulled up.

"Or if you wish to keep these on as well. I can make that work too. I like a challenge."

The tiny bit of friction that came from Hawks' tug drove you up the wall. You immediately wanted more, and you would give it to him with just the muttering of the words. All he had to do was ask.

He tugged on them a few more times before he kissed down your neck, only lingering a moment, and then he was on his knees. He looked up at you with an innocence so mocking that it should've sparked anger in you. And then he leaned forward and kissed exactly where your clit was through your shorts. Pressing his tongue hard so you could feel it through the fabric and your eyes fluttered closed.

"You haven't answered me, (Y/N)." He twirled his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, stealing a bit of your underwear with them. "Tell me what I am allowed to have and what I am allowed to do."

You barely managed to breathe out an off. Hawks had you in the palm of his hand, giving you a feigned sense of control, when he knew exactly how you turned to putty under his touch.

Slowly, he tugged your shorts down. "So I can have these off?"

You nodded, breathing going rapid as he pulled them down your legs.

"And what about these?" He didn't touch you, forcing you to open your eyes to see him staring at your underwear. His eyes met yours. "And do you want me to stop after just one? Or am I allowed to go until you can't give me any more? Because I will tongue fuck you until I get every last drop, (Y/N)."

Even if you could speak, you weren't sure what you could say in response. But Hawks had successfully stolen your voice. Along with any coherent thoughts. All you could do was stare at him as you soaked your underwear, inching closer to him, discovering just how much he affected you.

"And tell me," he murmured, his fingers coming up and gently flicking over the crotch of your underwear. He cocked a brow and from even the light touch, you knew he could feel how badly you wanted this. Wanted him. But he continued on with his previous point, his fingers twitching to go back and touch what he'd just gotten a slight taste of. He held his hand beside his face and wiggled his fingers lazily. "Am I allowed to use these, too?"

You said his name. It was meant to be a warning, but it came out far closer to a plea. A beg. You wanted him to touch you. More than you wanted anything at that moment. And all it did was make Hawks' grin widen and his eyes flicker with mischief.

Carefully rising to his feet, Hawks leaned forward, making sure his lips grazed yours. "You have until we get to your bedroom to decide your answers to those questions. Otherwise," Hawks said as he nipped at your bottom lip, "I'm leaving you just like this. And the offer's off the table."

Hawks had more control than you did. He'd proven it ten times over during your friendship. So it was an easy threat. One he wouldn't hesitate to follow through with. So you had to have answers for him. Even if your mind struggled to make them as you were guided to your bedroom, thoughts scrambling to form proper sentences. But you couldn't get a grasp on the words. As soon as they came, they left. So you worked with what you could manage, blurting them out as soon as Hawks closed your bedroom door.

"Whatever you want. You can have whatever you want."

Hawks stopped, hand on your doorknob, seeming to slow his breathing before he turned to face you. He stalked towards you like a feline at its prey.

"Really?" He took a slow step forward.

You nodded.

"So I can have you naked, entirely bare to me?" He hooked two fingers underneath the hem of your shirt. You nodded. "And I can lick that pretty clit until you can't cum anymore?"

You nodded again, barely able to hold eye contact.

"And I can plunge my fingers as deep as you'll take them so I can feel every little squeeze of that cunt as I devour you?"

"Yes," you squeaked out, and it almost looked like something feral inside Hawks snapped.

"Then get on the bed. Now."

You did as you were told, crawling back onto your mattress, Hawks stalking after you. You expected claws tearing your shirt off. Knees nudging your legs apart as he went directly for the kill. But he kissed you slowly, swallowing every moan and sigh that slipped from you as his hands slid over your ribs. They took your shirt with them, only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. And as his eyes dropped to your chest, you felt his hips twitch between your legs, something hard pressing against your cunt as Hawks seemed to memorize your chest. Nipples hard and taut, goosebumps covering your skin as the faint chill from your AC kicked in.

"Go ahead," you muttered, praying that you were reading Hawks' expression right. And the way his eyes shot to yours told you that you had.

"I'm here to taste that sweet cunt, (Y/N)." He started to kiss down your chest, stopping over your breasts. He flicked his tongue out just enough for it to brush a nipple. A fleeting touch as he continued to kiss down your stomach. "Another time, and I will lavish that chest with the attention it deserves."

Another time.

Your breath hitched. A thought you couldn’t dwell on as Hawks smirked, hooking his fingers over the crotch of your underwear, lazily pulling them down. He guided them down your thighs, over your knees, from around your ankles, before acting almost bored as he dropped them to the floor.

"But now," he cooed as he dropped to his stomach, pushing your thighs as wide as they'd go, "I have to show you what you've been missing out on."

He parted your folds with his fingers, wasting no time in groaning and gathering your wetness on his fingers. He used his thumb and forefinger to hold them open as he blew gently on your clit, licking his lips as he smirked.

"Someone's excited." He leaned forward and barely let the tip of his tongue swipe against your clit. You jolted at the minimal contact. "Just for me?"

He was waiting for a response. He kept you spread wide, mouth hovering, waiting for you to answer him. You glanced down at him and you practically felt yourself getting wetter. He hadn't even done anything, and he was already driving you mad.

"Yes," you said, and it wasn't a lie. "Just for you."

"Good girl," he cooed. "Now, if you want me to stop, just say the word. Alright?"

You nodded, and Hawks gave you a pointed look. Blew gently on your clit and waited.

"Alright," you said, strained.

"Atta girl."

He gave you one final smirk before his mouth was put to use. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked ever-so-gently. Careful in his movements, delicate and precise, making sure to draw out every possible ounce of pleasure he could get from you. Flattening his tongue against your clit and licking slow lines. Pushing your legs up and open and sucking softly. Letting the tip of his tongue circle and lick your clit in rapid succession, switching between rapid flicks and slow licks. His mouth dipping lower, tongue prodding at your entrance. Never giving you too much at once, eyes occasionally bouncing up to yours to study your expression. Repeating what made you tense and tremble, obviously in no rush to finish the job.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he teased your clit over and over. It felt so good. Impossibly so. Endlessly better than your dreams. Your Dreams. You groaned, remembering all the nights you'd dreamt of this, of all the mornings you'd woken up wishing you had just let your fingers drift between your legs. Making you feel exactly how Hawks was. So close. So impossibly close. You never got the release with dream Hawks. Always woke up before you could cum. But Hawks, the one actually between your legs, was on a mission. And the dedication and determination he was putting in was pushing you closer and closer. Your body started to shake and your brows pinched. Not once had you ever thought Hawks would end up between your legs, giving you exactly what you'd been dreaming about. Fantasying about.

And then his head lifted.

"I must not be doing that good of a job if you're lost in thought," Hawks' voice penetrated your thoughts. It was rhetorical, of course. Hawks knew he was driving you absolutely mad. So much so that you could barely process anything except the pleasure.

It wasn't a question, but the way Hawks lifted his head and swapped his tongue for a finger, slowly circling your clit to the point where your trembling thighs had no chance of stopping, told you he wanted an answer.

"Tell me," he murmured, running his finger a little slower. Counterintuitive as it just drew the pleasure out in longer waves. "What could possibly draw your attention away from this?"

Your heart fell into your stomach, twisting and turning as you grew closer to the edge even from just one of Hawks fingers on your clit. The slow circles making you close to begging for more. For his tongue to go back to massaging your clit, for his finger to just go faster, or to even dip lower and slip inside you. You couldn't tell him you'd dreamt of him. He'd never let you live that down. As if he was ever going to let you live this down. You could ignore an almost kiss. You couldn't ignore Hawks having his tongue inside you.

"I was just thinking about..." You swallowed, trying to fight the way you stuttered through your words. "How much better this is than when I dreamt about it."

Hawks' eyes narrowed. Sharpened.

"Dreamt of it? With me?"

"With you."

Hawks' finger stopped for half a second, his eyes closed, head hung a bit. His hair tickled your abdomen as he let out a shaky breath.

"I want to know every detail of those dreams." He lowered his head back down as his finger worked a little faster, circling your swollen clit with precise circles and a speed meant to jerk you close to the edge. "Another time. But, Christ, I want to know them. But right now, I want to make those dreams a reality for you. So," Hawks said as he opened his eyes and peered up at you. "I'm not stopping until you really give me every last drop."

His tongue replaced his finger, and he didn't stop the fast kitten licks even as your back arched off the bed and the coil in your abdomen tightened. Not when you said his name, a mantra on your lips as if you were trying to warn him. Nor when your hands anxiously shot to his hair to try and get a grip on something. Because you were so close. So close. And Hawks knew it. Never—not once—backing off as your heels searched for traction on your bed. They slid as you pressed your head back into your pillow, hips pressing up against his face.

"Hawks, Hawks, Hawks," you pled.

And then he wrapped his lips around your clit and hummed. Sucking as the vibrations rocked you right over the edge. Without any restraint, without any mercy. Like he shoved you off a crumbling edge, down into the depths below, his feathers falling around you as you tumbled.

You came. And you came hard. Digging your nails into Hawks’ scalp, tugging on his hair, kicking out at the bed as you came. Every muscle in your body tensing as you writhed beneath him.

Hawks lifted his head only when you tugged gently on his strands, unable to handle the light licks of his tongue on your throbbing clit. His mouth twitched into a smirk as he looked at you, mouth glistening. He licked his lips and cocked a brow.

"Good girl." He ran his thumb lazily over your clit. Smirking as you jerked with each graze. He gave no warning for his thumb speeding up and his other hand pressing two fingers against your entrance. "Now give me another."

And you did. Taking his fingers knuckle deep, eyes closing as his thumb practically abused your clit and his fingers worked your cunt. Over and over until your back bowed and you came around his fingers. But he didn't remove them from you. Just switching his thumb for his mouth and went for another. And another. Until tears were streaming down your cheeks, your body hurt from the tensing muscles and the exertion, and you came more times than you could count on one hand. Hawks knew after the first one how to get you off with his mouth. Knew how to get you off with his fingers after the second. And he showed you just how good his memory was, how dedicated he was to getting you off, with each orgasm he tore from you.

Sweat soaked you and your sheets, and your wetness dripped down your thighs as Hawks continued to finger fuck you, his fingers squelching with each pump.

"H-Hawks," you begged, gasping when he pulled his fingers from you. He licked them clean before propping his chin in one hand and eyeing you.

"Done already?"

You stole a glance at your nightstand's clock. Hours. Hours had passed. You weren't sure you could give him anymore. You hadn't been keeping track, but you knew it was getting close to hitting double digits. If it hadn't already.

Your eyes fell to the way Hawks' hips were pressed against the bed. He could have as much control as he wanted, but he had to have been hurting. You'd noticed it earlier, hours earlier, and a dangerous thought came to mind that you immediately quelled. This was already friendship-altering. You couldn't ignore this like you could a potential kiss. And if this was just a one-time thing, even if Hawks had said another time, you couldn't risk ruining what little bits you had left with asking him to fuck you.

You wanted him to, badly. To practically fuck you into the mattress.

"And here I was hoping to get at least five more out of you." He ran his thumb over your clit, and you jumped so hard that Hawks laughed. "But I wouldn't wanna abuse this pretty pussy too much."

He kissed your clit one final time before he pushed himself up from your bed, giving you a sight of exactly how much he had to have been struggling. His loose pants did nothing to hide the tent of his erection. He followed your gaze and gave you the same smirk he always did.

"Don't." He crawled over you and pressed his mouth to yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue, as he kissed you dumb. "You're already exhausted." His nose nudged yours. "I did what I said I’d do. And you, well, came like you were supposed to."

There was the faintest hint of bittersweet in his voice. He hoisted you up from the bed, giving you no time to register his body leaving yours before you were in his arms.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

He carried you into your bathroom and started the shower.

"Join me," you muttered, barely able to stand. You leaned on him for support when he sat you down.

"Wow, and here I thought you were spent." Hawks pulled the curtain back and guided you in.

"Will you be here when I get out?" Your eyes felt heavy as the warm water washed over you.

"You already know the answer to that." For the first time that night, his smile wavered. His jaw clenched. His wings tensed.

You started to say his name, but he drew you into another kiss, not caring about the water wetting his hair, his face, his clothes. That bittersweet feeling was back. An uncertainty that you couldn't tell came from you, Hawks, or maybe the both of you. His tongue grazed yours once before he was gone, two feathers left behind to close the shower curtain behind him.

You leaned against the freezing wall and listened to the water circle down the drain knowing Hawks wasn't going to be there when you got out.

You had no idea what came next, but you knew it wasn't going to be putting this night behind you. Even if you wanted to, it was imprinted on you like Hawks' fingertips on your thighs. And you weren't sure whether you were excited or nervous to see Hawks after this.

Only time could tell.

And it was going to be a fair amount of time before you saw Hawks again. Despite your own desires to see him sooner.

When you got out of the shower, you dreamt of the nights you and Hawks had spent the night together, bodies pressed together and hearts racing, hands never roaming. Of the days you spent patrolling together, attending events, bitching about responsibilities.

Of him spending the night beside you that night, ignoring how empty your bed felt without him beside you.

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks. 

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously. 

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire. 

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red. 

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own. 

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands. 

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket. 

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands. 

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?” 

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious. 

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers. 

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide. 

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten. 

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling. 

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed. 

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands. 

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. 

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?” 

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked. 

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional. 

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology. 

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again. 

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.” 

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be. 

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide. 

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled. 

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up. 

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

 “A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made. 

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 Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut. 

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details. 

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver. 

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking. 

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor. 

Keigo stood just outside. 

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment. 

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?” 

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

 The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was. 

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described. 

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment. 

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you. 

I’ll make this good for him. 

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.” 

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step. 

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did. 

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall. 

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide. 

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point. 

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe. 

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper. 

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

 You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants. 

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back. 

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

 “I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look. 

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude. 

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth. 

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo? 

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate. 

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to. 

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him. 

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

 The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure. 

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance. 

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame. 

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards. 

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides. 

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down. 

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could. 

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong. 

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick. 

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw. 

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster. 

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock. 

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling. 

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb. 

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt. 

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before. 

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over. 

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more. 

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you. 

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 You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low. 

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad. 

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin. 

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest. 

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.