Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Caught 🍈

Instructions: Get a glass of water and drink. You're going to need it, have fun.

C/W: Praise Kink, Marking, Light Sadism and Masochism, Hawks gets territorial, Light God Complex, Growling/Primal, Impatient Hawks is Impatient.

Word Count: ~4.3K

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Walking the endless street of shops, food stands, and restaurants, you can't help but admire today. It's been the most fun you've had in such a long time. Sure, having a busy week in the medical department has its thrills but nothing quite hits the spot like having a date with your one and only the entire day.

Besides, the two of you are simply enjoying yourselves before the clock runs out and it's back on to hero work, fighting villains, healing heroes, kicking ass, training hard, having nightmares. You know– the usual.

Those sandy blond waves have never looked better underneath sunbeams through the trees, one could stare themselves blind gandering at every little detail.

It's a shame you actually do blind yourself because the next thing you know, Hawks is leading you straight into an alley.

It's incredibly dark in the shade and difficult to see as your pupils try to dilate fast enough. The process stings a little. Hawks is, however, much faster. Not that you'll need to see, it's rather pointless.

As he leads you into the alleyway, he walks backwards while grinning from ear to ear. You're not sure what's going on, maybe he's leading you to a park near here? There might be a shortcut, he did say he's been here before.

Your loving boyfriend yanks you closer to him, halting his steps so your chest bumps into his. His arms are around your waist and shoulders, hand supporting the back of your head. Without hesitation his lips meet yours, earning a soft surprised squeak from your throat— yet you quickly melt into him, arms wrapping around his rib cage then gently gripping the fabric of his shirt beneath his jacket.

Hawks hums in approval, lacing his lips with yours. He tastes sweet, inviting, and warm. Living off of his affection alone might make you immortal if he tries hard enough. As long as he's by your side, that doesn't sound half bad at all.

Plush lips move together in sync, his head tilting to gain better access to your flavor. In the middle of it all you find him walking you backwards, your feet obeying swiftly. With little force his hand glides from the back of your neck to the top of your chest then lightly shoves you up against the wall. Both hands planting themselves on either side of your head and between your wings.

You bite your lip, staring into his eyes, pupils blown wide to match his own.

Hawks grins. "Sorry babe— couldn't help myself... You know how impulsive I can be when I want something." He inhales, golden orbs dancing over your face, admiring you to himself. "Damn..Look at you, my pretty angel... So kissable, aren't you?"

Words smooth like honey have you whimpering right in front of him, and if that doesn't fuel his ego even more. You lean forward, staring at his lips longingly. He obliges, meeting you halfway and relishing how eagerly you push forward to get more of him— If that's even possible.

A calloused hand cups your right cheek while Hawks happily feeds your hunger for him, despite him being the one to pull you into this situation. Not that he's complaining, if anything he's pleasantly surprised to find you so desperate for his affection.

Were you waiting for him to do this? The idea alone has the stubs on his back itching to flex themselves proudly. A low hum turning into a growl rumbles inside his throat, causing you to whimper and tug on his shirt.