𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮. 𝓐 𝓐𝓖𝓖𝓡𝓔𝓢𝓘𝓥𝓔 𝓗𝓐𝓦𝓚𝓢 𝓧 𝓞𝓒 oneshotss

Part 5 { kats a stripperr}

(3rd person pov) The door opens wide, finally showing you the person who hired your services. It was him, that boy who although you couldn't remember his name you knew was the number two hero, that one with the wings and wow , they were huge, the majestic works of art rested on his back slightly open, they had all your attention that you didn't even notice that the only thing stopping you from seeing him completely naked were those formal black pants.

"Good evening." You greeted when you found your voice. "I am here because my services were requested."

The winged hero devoured your figure from top to bottom, he liked what he saw, you were definitely the same as the photos your page showed.

"Yeah, come in." He invited you by stepping aside. It was your first time in such an expensive hotel and as it was to be expected, the room was just as luxurious as the rest of the place. The man stayed behind your back and gave you all the time you needed to devour every corner.

Hawks couldn't take his eyes off you. His fingertips ran down your bare back, stopping right above your ass, the touch interrupted your thoughts and sent a blaze to your core. "Do you want something to drink?" The strong smell of rum hits your left cheek, Hawks rattled the ice from the glass he had on the left that you barely noticed to emphasize the question.

"No thanks, I prefer not to drink when I'm working." You turned to look at him, he was so close that you could see perfectly the details that the television or makeup didn't show you, the dark circles under his eyes, the trace of the beard, a few freckles that adorned his cheeks and a few moles that couldn't be seen from a few feet away. You smiled at him pinching your skin, you had to concentrate, this was not a date, it was work , you were not here to feel those annoying ticks.

The hero pouted walking beside you, God, his wings were huge and you could only think how heavy it would feel to carry them all day —a lifetime. The bright red was calling you to touch them but you kept your composure and forced yourself not to leave your place near the door. It was to be expected that his back was marked —by the weight he was carrying—, a defined line descended until it disappeared where the dark fabric of the pants reached and you could notice some occasional scars that you imagined had been made in battle.

"kittykat?" That was him, bringing you back to reality. You blinked a few times before purring an 'hm?', "I asked what should I call you, you haven't told me your name yet."

"I don't share private information and that includes my name, so you can call me whatever you want."

The man finished all of his remaining drink in one gulp before speaking again. "Alright then, I guess I'll call you my slut for tonight, if you're okay with that, of course." You curse yourself for the way you shamelessly clenched your thighs.

"Sounds perfect to me, sir. All my limits are set out in the confidentiality contract we already signed, so I have no problem being your slut tonight. What would you like to be called?"

Hawks turned his back on you again and you had to restrain yourself from continuing to admire his wings. "Let's go to the room." Your legs instantly came to life and you followed his trail like a minion. The main room was only a few meters from the living room and dining room, black sheets of what appeared to be silk adorned the bed, about four pillows of the same color lay in disorder accompanied by four wooden poles that reached to the ceiling in each corner.

"On the bed on fours, no panties. I wanna see that pussy." You took a breath of air before doing what was ordered, your thong fell to your heels and you took off your heels to go where you asked, the dress slid over the curve of your butt with ease. "Head against the bed. I thought you were a pro; I said I wanna get a good look at the pussy I paid for."