Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

What a Man 🍋

This chapter contains key plot points so please read.

C/W: Keigo is a man who loves to eat pussy for his own pleasure. Cunnilingus, authority kink, daddy kink, spitting kink (not the mouth to mouth kind), vaginal fingering, self blue balling.

Word Count: ~8.6k

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Living with Hawks is... a new experience.

A great way to wake up has been a kiss on the forehead and him slipping away in the early hours of the morning to work out. To which you struggle to leave the comfortable bed and convince your sleep hazy brain that getting up is the better option.

It doesn't take much convincing beyond that to quietly and quickly get yourself ready for the day. A shower if not taken the night before and a cup of coffee to accompany you as you tiptoe through his penthouse all the way to the newly discovered workout room.

He more recently leaves the door ajar, probably because of the feathers stroon about the place tracking your every movement, to which of course you'd consented to. It's hard not to pick one up and start toying with it. But in working with Hawks as his healer you've learned that too much messing with feathers gets them taken away.

Although, one might assume in the early morning of his home, it might not be such a bad idea.

Blowing quietly on your cup of coffee, your shoulder rested against the doorway after pushing it completely open while Hawks' back was turned. He knows you're there, but both of you enjoy the silent agreement that he won't acknowledge your presence and instead allow you to watch while you wake up.

How his arm muscles bulge as he dips to the floor, then lengthen as he pushes up. The beads of sweat roll down his skin. The slopes of his back, two stubs, the divot in his muscles marking his spine, the firm roundness of his rear, and thick lean muscles of his thighs and calves. Outlines of his ribs lengthening with each inhale.

Focused eyes trail his body, memorizing every single detail like a road map.

One thing that has to be your favorite thing to do is study someone right down to the smallest thing. Even as he walks over and picks up his water bottle to drink, he doesn't hold it with all five fingers. He doesn't have to so why would he? As he gulps down the hydrating liquid his ring and pinky hover closely above the container.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you notice this, soaking in this detail pridefully as if it were an unknown piece of information only you have access to. Though, no one might even care this much to know something so small. Magazines are much more interested in the big picture.

Even as you note these things you simply gaze at the hero's training capabilities. Heaven knows you're not watching your mate to strategize against him in any way, though you probably could so boldly do it if you truly wanted.

No, you're here to wake up listening to the blissful sounds of a quiet morning, low grunts, and sharp breaths to add an extra tingle on your tongue as you drink slowly. It's..the perfect morning routine.

Once he gets into the shower you'll start on breakfast, finishing up soon as he's dressed for the day. Eat with him. Get yourself out of his t-shirt and into a proper work uniform. Even if it is a tiny..itty bitty bit hard to part with your new friend each morning, staring back at you with those two words "Royal" and "Hawkness", it brings an amused scoff and smile.

The sleeping arrangement isn't completely horrible, after all it didn't take too many nights of either of you being thwacked with a wing in the middle of the night to push two king sized beds together to fix the slight issue. Which, you don't exactly mind, what with the mirror on his wall and the now very large bed... It tends to set your mind adrift during the slow moments at work.