***Authors note***
//i'm glad everyone's been enjoying the story so far—i wasn't too sure if y'all liked the setup or not, so hearing positive things has made the process of writing easier.
i saw a lot of comments saying "so you think i'm ✨s k i n n y✨" on the part where he throws you on the bed—while that's funny and all, i just want to add in my opinion, Hawks doesn't give a shit what your body looks like. He loves you for you, no matter what you think about yourself.
also, the safe word is obviously whatever you want it to be. not like you're going to use it, ya whores ♥️
now, for what y'all have been thirsting for.
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You couldn't help but squirm as his tongue grazed your neck. This wasn't the first time Hawks has put you in a blind fold but every single time he has, it was always something new.
The tips of his fingers traced circles on your skin, slowly working it's way to your lower stomach. With each circle, his fingers had gotten lower and lower, inching closer to your quivering sex. You whined in response, your hips lightly bucking in reply to his teasing. The man smiled in response—he loved the way your body was so honest with him. It was enough to tell him what you truly wanted, whether you wanted him to know or not.
He growled softly in your ear, a sound of surprise slipping from your mouth. The palms of his hands pressed against your hip bones, firmly pushing down so that your bottom was flush against the bed. "Who told you that you could squirm like that, SongBird?" His right hand slid to your crotch, fingers pointing towards your belly with his palm pressing against your flesh. In a flash, he scooped up your arms with the other, pinning them above your head. "Be good and stay still." His lips pressed against your forehead, his thumb on his right hand sliding down to ever-so-gently brush against your clit. "Then maybe," Hawks thumb gently circled the love button before he let the digit drop even further, your juices happily greeting him. He then slowly inserted the appendage into your twitching hole, the upper portion of his palm applying a small amount of pressure to your clit. It was just enough to make you want to grind on his hand for more.
You groaned in pleasure—after all that was all you could do with his hand pinning your arms above your head. It was futile to try and struggle with his strength. "Just maybe," The hand teasing your sex pulled away, his thumb soaked with your homemade honey. "I'll give you what you truly want." He said, giving the freshly coated digit a lick before pressing it against your parted lips.
"Suck."
And so you sucked. Your tongue pressing up against his thumb, rubbing and licking. After a couple of licks, you closed your lips around the base of his thumb, a groan filling the room.
The sight was enough for him to want to slam his cock into that dripping pussy of yours.
"Damn kid," His breathing started to become heavy. "If only you knew how sexy you looked right now." You couldn't help but smile—after all, you were the biggest slut for his praise. It made you fuzzy and warm inside knowing that you were pleasing the man.
Hawks pulled his thumb from your mouth, his lips replacing the digit. He growled before his lips pressed against yours—it seemed like he could never get close enough to you. He was a greedy man and he wanted all of you. He could faintly taste you on your lips, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip, silently asking for your tongue to intertwine with his. You parted your lips, extending your own to meet his.
His kiss took your breath away—it was filled with desire and passion. You could feel how badly he needed you with just the kiss, but there was no need to rush anything.
You two had all night.
"Look at you, Songbird. You're a mess for me already." He chuckled softly, lowering his head to press a kiss to your neck again. "Let's play a game." He murmured into your neck, pulling away. His hand on your wrists retracted, the weight of his body leaving the bed. You obviously felt the shift, a slight panic settling into your stomach. "Don't worry that pretty little head of yours; I'm not the type to leave you aching." He took the chance to push off his bottoms, kicking the unneeded cloth aside. "If you can stay still and be quiet no matter what I do to you, I'll lick that pretty little pussy of yours until you cum." He tipped the water into his mouth, tucking a generous piece of ice into his cheek. "Deal?"
You gulped. Being quiet wasn't a foreign idea to you, but staying still? That was asking for a bit too much. You nodded regardless of the thought—you liked the challenge. A devilish smile took place on his lips as he walked back to the bed.
"Good girl."
As he sat in the space between your legs, his hands helped himself to feeling up your legs again. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against your neck again. You froze—his lips were cold. You tried your best to suppress your movements, but you couldn't help but twitch a little. As his hands inched closer to your core, he pushed the piece of ice into the front of his mouth, his teeth keeping the cube in place. He let the ice cube drag across your collar bone, trailing down to your chest. You gasped, your body twitching, squirming in response to the extreme temperature. Because of your blindfold, it was hard to predict when he would let the ice melt against your skin. He tucked the ice cube back into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick the melted water off of your skin. He began to kiss his way down, licking your skin here and there. He let his nails scratch your thighs, his eyes focusing on your face to watch your reactions. He dropped the cube out from his mouth, letting it rest freely on your stomach.
He sat up, sighing heavily in satisfaction. It took a lot for him to hold back on ravaging your body, especially with how your quivering for him. He gave your right thigh a hearty slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. Your body tensed up again, your fingers curling into tight fists as the delicious sting set into your flesh, a smile curling your lips.
"Oh you like that don't you?" His hands moved to pull your legs up to rest on top of his shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to your ankle. "Don't let the ice fall off of your stomach now." He said, opening his mouth to let his teeth sink into your skin, giving you a reasonable amount of pressure. After the bite, he licked and kissed the area to sooth, each kiss moving closer to your dripping sex.
Your jaw clenched again. How long was he going to keep the ice on your stomach? It was cold as hell, and the melted water was starting to worsen the affected area. You cursed under your breath, praying he wouldn't hear over his own breathing. You felt his lips move to form a grin, his right hand moving to brush up against your clit again.
"What's the matter, Babybird?" He cooed, turning his hand so that his palm was facing up, his middle finger prodding and poking at your entrance. With how soaked you were, there was no need for lube. "Tell me what you want." You pierced your lips—if you answered, you would lose the game wouldn't you?
"Take the ice off of my stomach, please," With his finger teasing your entrance, you couldn't help but squirm, your hips shifting in response to his movements. It took everything you had to stop your hand from grabbing his wrist and pushing the digit in yourself. "And stop teasing me, damn it! Just shove it in already."
His smile grew even wider as you responded, a chuckle filling the room. "That's my Songbird." With a push of his arm, his middle finger entered your quivering hole, your back arching off of the bed. As he did this, he leaned down to scoop up the ice cube back into his mouth, which has significantly gotten smaller in size due to your body heat. He decided to use his other hand to disperse the water, spreading it up to your chest, giving your breast a delicious squeeze in the process.
You couldn't take it anymore. Using one hand, you pulled his hand up to your face, the other moving to push the tie off. Turning your head, you took his fingers into your mouth, sucking and slurping at the digits.
"Fuck, kid." He said, a light blush setting in on his cheeks. The sight of you so needy in front of him was enough to flip the switch.
"Now you've done it."
