Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

His Penthouse 🍋

C/W: SMUT: Making out, Wing Induced Orgasms, Exchanging of bodily fluids (saliva, juices, semen), Hand Job, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Blow Job, Daddy Kink, Brief Authority Kink, Praise Kink, Light Degradation Kink (if you squint), Sloppy Wet Foreplay.

Word count: ~11.1K

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By the time you arrive at Hawks' house, the sun had long set, casting the sky a deep, dark blue, with small white dots littering the seemingly black canvas.

Stepping into the penthouse, you gander around at the familiar setting. Polished wood floors, mostly white walls, modern design to suit the sharp look of his hero persona.

Said hero moves past you, brushing his hand with yours as he pecks your cheek. "Wait here, I'll grab you your necklace." He winks and moves across the living room, into his bedroom down the hall. Leaving you to stand at the opening of the entrance hall, right next to the kitchen and staring in the direction he disappeared.

It's funny– how you've practically memorized the entire layout of his house from the inside. Give or take a few rooms you've never really bothered with. It feels intrusive going through his house without blatant permission. Though you are rather curious as to what other mysteries this house holds. A spare bedroom? An office?

Oh he'd be so handsome looking over a desk of endless papers in the comfort of his own home. Occasionally typing on his keyboard with lightning fast keystrokes, clicking on his mouse as he researches the latest crimes burdening the city. Brows furrowed in concentration with tight lips.

The mental image alone has you nibbling on your bottom lip, white feathers puffing then snapping back into place as he rounds the corner, jacket off, wings small on his back. There, in his hand, is the exact blue box you gave him at the jewelry store. Your heart melts, a soft smile spreading across your cheeks.

Hawks returns the smile, pulling the golden bow apart. Opening the box, his fingers delicately take hold of the silver chain, dangling from his hand.

The moonstone is as gorgeous as you remember, feeling a kind of connection to the bright, blue glow of the reflected light in the room. Pocketing the velvety box, Keigo unclasps the necklace, holding both ends apart.

"May I?" He smiles cheekily, glancing at your neck for a few seconds longer, eyes lingering on the marks he left. A part of him swells with pride, feeling rather smug as he thinks about you refusing to let them heal.

A wider grin spreads on your lips, heart rate spiking slightly. "Please." You turn, your back facing him, hands collecting up your hair which you'd let down on the train back. White wings lower and dip under your arms, giving the man more room to come closer to you.

Eyes soft, the avian moves closer to you, letting the necklace fall in front of your neck. His other hand reaches for the other end of the chain, and you inhale sharply, feeling the heat of his skin radiate so close to you.

His fingers carefully secure the jewelry on your neck, letting it fall and settle just below your collar bones. It feels cold against your skin, the weight of the stone is the first thing you take note of. Hopefully it won't bother you too much while you work...though you're very sure, you'll get used to it in no time.

Before you can drop your hair back in place, Hawks' eyes stare at your nape, all his marks from earlier still present on your skin. Licking his lips, arms falling lower, finding your waist, holding you hostage and you freeze. He leans in, hot breath fanning your skin, goosebumps rising as you flinch in surprise. You feel it then, his lips, pressing lightly at the back of your neck. Your heart skips, melting in your chest.