Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Warehouse (Short 🍋)

C/W: Reader daydreams about Hawks, dubcon, oral, detailed description of cunnilingus.

Word Count: 4489

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The late night air feels cool, sunset almost two hours prior. Hardly any clouds in the sky. This area almost feels barren, with a few rooftops to form a block of abandoned buildings. A warehouse in the distance, some yards away. It's rather far, even for your sharp eyes, so binoculars are useful in this situation. There isn't even any wind blowing, the ghost town silent aside from a few croaking frogs in the distance.

Hawks texted you after your shift had ended at the agency. You were unpacking the last of your things into your new apartment, fortunately you have well isolated walls in the thirty story building. So you won't be disturbing anyone in the middle of the night with your...issues. It's rather small compared to Hawk's penthouse, but at the same time it's cozy.

Although.. The night prior, when you ended up crashing on Hawks' couch instead of your own, the new apartment felt a bit odd without having the old man you came to know as your step father within earshot. Many patrols with Shuji were missed to accommodate moving into your new place and buying the essentials. So accidentally passing out on your boss's couch felt more comfortable to you than an apartment all to yourself.

Your avian partner is crouched beside you on the catwalk of an empty billboard frame, skillful amber sights watching the warehouse and scanning the surrounding area. Nothing yet, but this is intentional. Hawks wanted to be sure the two of you would be the first ones here.

Even so, the few cars parked on the back side of the large metal building indicate people waiting inside for their next shipment.

Nonchalant orbs glance over to you. "Alright, repeat to me our new feather codes."

Not bothering to lower your binoculars, you rehearse them. "Stroke-tap: Retreat. Stroke-two taps: Need distraction. Stroke-three taps: Task Complete."

Hawks decided to add strokes in the mix of feather signals. He was actually very skeptical about it in the beginning considering they are rather sensitive, and it's you we're talking about here. He was unsure if his body could handle the stimulation without reacting too... well, intensely. Still, more communication between the two of you during a fight is important so he can tolerate it at the very least.

He clears his throat and takes a silent deep breath. "Good, and your old ones?"

"One tap: Yes. Two taps: No. Three taps: Help.. Kiss for good luck." Your heart jumps slightly at the last remark, the right side of your lip twitches upwards. (Hawks is on your left.)

A fluffy brow raises as you add his made up code from the rave mission. He didn't expect you to actually include it. The smirk on his face is smug and it's very obvious that he didn't even try holding back. A breathy chuckle escapes him.

"Good." His voice is cocky, wings shifting around him as his feathers ripple.

Lowering the binoculars, you set them down and decide to move from a crouched position to sitting on your rear. Sounds of the night provide a near silent ambiance as you stare down at your hands. The skin is clinging much harder to muscles due to the lower temperatures.

Reaching into a pocket in your jacket you search for gloves... Then you double check, digits combing through every possible crevice. Nothing. Your lips purse as you bring your hands to rest on your lap.

Then, a clever thought occurs to you as you swipe your tongue from one corner of your mouth to the other, you notice– your lips are chapped. The air has been especially cold and dry the past few days so you went ahead and picked up a couple of tubes of lip balm to aid this problem.