Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Because He...🍊

WELCOME BACK EVERYONE: I'd like to say a warm thank you to all of you for being so patient with us during these trying times. Due to writers block issues we will be updating monthly until further notice but rest assured, the story must go on!

Also! A little birdie told me there's more smut coming this summer...

Angst, Tension, Anxiety Attack, Y/N Cries

Word Count: ~6.3K

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As he comes to, Hawks' senses become aware of your limbs tangled with his, the weight of your left wing draped over his side, curled behind him.

The hero smiles, huffing a short laugh to himself, memories of the night before only adding to his good mood. Then, he remembers what waking up means. He has to get up. More importantly, he has to leave.

Sparing a glance at the clock on his nightstand he mentally curses to himself. One minute before his alarm. He twists inside your grasp, turning the damn thing off before it startles you awake, wanting to admire you in your vulnerable state a bit longer.

Facing towards you he grins to himself, melting at the way your cheek smooshes into his arm, squishing your face. Holding in a snicker he brushes a few strands from your face, freezing when your features contort.

Waiting for a moment, you relax once more and he lets out a silent sigh. Hesitantly, he moves your hair, tucking it away from your face.

Yawning, he savors the morning a moment longer before planting a kiss on your forehead...No response. "Angel..." He coos in a croaky morning voice. You inhale deeply, brows knitting together, nose scrunching up cutely.

He rubs your forearm, trying to get you to open your eyes. "Come on sweetheart, time to get up."

"Mm-mm." You refuse, still not fully awake. He chuckles, locking lips with yours, earning another inhale and a long pleased hum. "Mhmm." The corners of his lips split his face and he laughs.

"Come on angel." He encourages, pleasantly surprised when you lift yourself up above him to deepen the kiss.

His hands grab your waist as your wings stretch to their full length, flapping a few times before folding on your back. Keigo rolls you onto your back, switching positions and flapping his wings till the two of you are standing at the side of the bed.

You coo at him softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders till you finally pull away. "Your mouth tastes like death."

He scoffs, faking offense. " 'Good morning Hawks, how did you sleep?' Oh I slept just fine, thanks for asking!"

Huffing, you retort. "Excuse me. Good morning Hawks, your mouth tastes like death. And before you ask— never slept better." Then mutter, "since you answered "my" question already..."

He snorts, grinning like an idiot and trying to kiss your lips more only to have a palm placed over his mouth. "Tooth brushes."

Groaning, Keigo rolls his eyes, letting go of your waist as you start for the bathroom, slapping your ass in process. You squeak in response, smirking back at him. "Watch it mister, you'll be late for work if you keep that up."

He shrugs. "Doesn't sound like a threat to me. More like a promise for a good time." He winks, smirking wider.

Laughing, you escort yourself to the bathroom. "Come on, I'm not brushing my teeth alone."

"Yeah yeah, coming babe." He follows you in the bathroom, smiling from ear to ear.

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Hawks pecks your lips on the balcony of his penthouse, tilting down his visor. "I won't be at the agency for a while today, alright? I'll text you when I can." He pecks your lips again. "Be safe."