Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Wing Massage 🍈

C/W: Reader can't contain herself during the massage, Hawks reacts. Sexual tension, lots of sexual tension.

Word Count: ~5.6k

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After washing up and meeting Hawks outside of the showers he leads you to the room in question. You wear a tube top and hip hugging undergarments while Hawks wears trunks (grey, which seem to suit him rather well). You make an active effort not to check him out for too long– All Might forbid he makes another comment about it.

As you walk in it's hard not to gander at everything. You're enamored by every little detail. The walls are soft green, the floor a deep brown wood. A singular dark shelf with all sorts of bottles and oils adorn either side of the room, directly behind both massage tables.

Soft white lights span from both ends of each shelf, setting the relaxing mood as they shine facing the ceiling.

A traditional Japanese painting hangs on the furthest wall. A mountain scape with a lake, trees, and a single deer.

The two massage tables face each other, about hip height off the floor and a short distance apart. If you'd have to guess, the part you lay on has a 15-20 degree angle to it, the head at the highest point. Foot rests to accommodate the slope and prevent one from falling at the lowest point.

Each chair has a dip inside the head of the padding where you'll be putting your face. They also have towels draped on said head rest.

Wing support extensions span on either side, they appear shorter, perhaps the designer's intent was to only prevent your wings from touching the ground and nothing more.

Around arm level is where you find large divots and cushioned handles.

Walking over to the table on the right, you examine it closer. "What are these for? Are you supposed to hug the massage table or something?"

Hawks casually struts over to his table and lays down on it, face first. "Yeah," he wraps his arms around it, hands gripping the handles on opposite sides, "like this, see?"

Nodding silently, you lay down on top of it. At the same time a knock sounds at the door. Hawks welcomes them in while you get settled into the unfamiliar cushioned table. The padding is soft, plush yet not worn. One thing is for sure, you could fall asleep on this without trying.

Letting your wings spread to their full length you rest them on the supports. Sure enough, at the wrist of your wings is where the extension stops.

This is so cool, I never knew tables like these were manufactured in the first place. They're so complicated and simple all at once.

A fairly thin, tall woman walks into your field of vision. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Nishi, I'll be your masseuse today. Would you mind telling me your wing sensitivity from a scale of 0-5? Zero being none at all, five being incredibly high."

This question sends a ticklish sensation to your core. Hawks is well within earshot, not that you mind.. Not really. It's just, this kind of information can be used against you.

If he wanted, Hawks could..touch your wings. You've touched his before so who knows how long he's been plotting to get you back for that stunt.

Wait, did he plan this? No, he wouldn't do that.. Would he?

Licking your lips, the plush tissue disappears in your mouth for a brief moment before you answer: "I'm not entirely sure? But if I had to guess.. 4, maybe 5."

Your guess about the male avian keeping a close ear to your answer was correct, not that you'd ever know. His features seemed neutral and expressionless as always.