Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Fantasy 🍋

T/W: Praise kink, breeding kink, wing kink, dirty talk, maturbation, paused fantasy for dramatic effect.

Repeated mentions of: mating, breeding, brood, and implied pregnancy. (No, Y/N will not be getting pregnant. You have been warned.)

Enjoy!!! -Cupcake ♥️✨

Word Count: 7164

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Hawks is on edge after parting ways with you.

Eventually he arrives at his penthouse, opening the balcony door, taking off his shoes, letting them drop carelessly on the ground. He slides the window closed with a dispersed feather while moving further into his apartment, shaking his head as he tries to clear any lingering thoughts.

He can't seem to get rid of...how you asked him to wait for an answer overnight so easily...

"Ask me tomorrow. Page me to your office first thing in the morning and I'll collect my payment then."

The words echo throughout his head, accompanying the mental image of you in that exact moment. God, you really could be bold sometimes.

Maybe it was the way the two of you bounced off a vibe which seemed loving and straight up flirtatious beforehand. One which helped him settle further into his booth. The kind that –despite him having his guard up the whole time– made him feel more at ease.

Safe isn't the word, he never feels truly safe. But your energy and your personality, along with the way you treated him with such kindness, were enough to make him let loose. Even if it was for such a short amount of time.

He'll keep the events of tonight's dinner as a guarded memory.

Even the slightest of twitches your wings made, unable to mask most of your reactions, which did not go unnoticed by him. It was quite amusing, watching you. Studying you. Learning how you behaved outside of the field.

Not that he didn't already know! But he knew you'd let loose tonight.

Way more than you usually do... and he paid close attention to that.

It felt good. You were being yourself, opening up to him more, talking about yourself. Except, in the back of his mind, he knew... He was letting loose too.

Perhaps it was the way he made you laugh without restraint. Small creases beside your eyes as you smiled twice as bright. The way your cheeks became tainted with red each time he asked seemingly innocent questions about you. And how you gave it up with barely any resistance. He knows it's because he was the one asking those questions, your feelings towards the hero are balancing on a thin line between platonic and romantic.

His thoughts are unable to shake away the image of you licking your lips...He'd be lying if he said he hasn't contemplated how soft they might be against his own. Most of the time, he simply blames this wishful thinking to his birdbrain, but tonight...

Hawks growls, making random noises in the privacy of his own home to shake the images away. It's useless.

It's a battle between rationality and emotion, yet his brain keeps having those intimate and inappropriate thoughts, which results in... well, yet another inconvenience.

He found himself tugging at his clothes, taking them off hastily as he sauntered to his bathroom. The dull thud of the fabrics pooling on the floor along with the clatter of all the little things in his pockets not even startling him as he continued his way into the master bathroom.

Evaluating himself in the large mirror that hung above his sink he takes note of his rugged appearance. His normally windswept hair was slowly slicking down against his heated skin. Little droplets of sweat decorated his face, trailing down his flushed red cheeks. His pupils kept shifting between slits to full blown circles, turning his eyes into thin golden rings.