Your eyes struggled to open as the sunlight filtered through the window. It was directly hitting your eyes, which caused them to sting a great amount, a groan filling the room. Your body was aching more than usual this morning. As you closed your eyes, the memories of last night had come back.
The choking, slapping, biting and rough movements had all taken a toll on your body. However, you didn't mind this at all—after all, you enjoyed yourself last night.
Suddenly, you heard a sizzle coming from the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting into the room. You twisted your body underneath the covers to face the door, the sunlight now hitting your back. Hawks had woken up early to get breakfast going. Knowing how rough he was last night, your body was bound to be aching all over—the least he could do was cook up some breakfast.
While you were sleeping, he had peaked into the bedroom that you shared every now and then to check up on you as he was cooking. He watched you lovingly, his fingers stroking your hair gently as a small smile settled on his lips. Unbeknownst to you, he whispered things like "God, I love you." and "You're so cute when you sleep, you know that?" as he did this. He practically dragged himself out of bed to prepare breakfast for you.
When he had opened his eyes this morning, they darted around the room to take in his surroundings. He didn't want anything to hurt his babybird. After he confirmed that everything was secure, his eyes settled on you, sleeping soundly and completely at ease. Seeing this has always helped him relax—you looked so comfortable and happy, he couldn't help but pull you closer to him, his arms wrapping around your waist to tug you closer. You hummed lightly in response, shifting to make yourself comfortable in his arms. He allowed you some space to do this while one of his hands rubbed your back, the other cradling the back of your head. As he pressed a kiss to your forehead, he'd whisper, "Good morning, songbird."
You'd just hum in response, barely awake to even reply properly. After this, you'd fall back asleep again, his hand rubbing your back making it easier for you to do so. He'd close his eyes as well, listening to your steady inhales and exhales.
The fact that you were asleep in his arms, cozy and warm was enough to make him jump for joy. Laying there with you, he'd drift back to sleep for a few minutes before waking up, this time pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. He'd do this a couple of times, switching back and forth between your forehead and the top of your head with his kisses.
He had woken up at sunrise, which was around 6 AM where you two lived. He had laid in bed with you until 8 AM before he threw on a pair of pants to cook breakfast.
It was now close to 9–he just finished cooking the bacon, and now he was onto the eggs. The sliced bread was in the toaster, popping up just as he turned off the stove, letting the eggs sit on the pan to cook through. He went over to the toaster, using a fork to pull the bread from the machine, setting it down on the plates to let it cool.
Once he plated everything, he dropped the plates off on the dining table, making his way to the bedroom once again to check up on you. With your eyes fixated at the door, a smile spreading onto your lips as you saw his head pop into view. "Babybird! You're awake." He happily waddled over, the biggest grin on his face. As he did this, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position to prevent yourself from falling asleep, legs swung over the side of the bed. His right hand reached forward to caress your cheek, bending down slightly to let his lips press against your forehead once again, letting his lips linger. He really did love you. There were no words to describe how much.
After he kissed your forehead, he lowered his lips down to yours, his hand on your cheek angling your lips to align with his. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips pressed against his, a quiet, blissful sigh leaving your mouth. The second your lips connected, it seemed like time had stopped, the warmth of his body creeping into yours through his lips. The kiss was fervent—needy almost. When you two kissed, he had never stopped at one. It was always in bunches of three or more. Before you even realized, your hands were reaching forward, fumbling for the waist band holding up his bottoms. You could feel a smirk spread across his lips, his hand sliding down to give your throat a squeeze. This had caused you to stop in your tracks, your eyes flickering open.
He murmured against your lips, "Breakfast is going to get cold, lovebird." before he slowly released your neck, letting his fingers wander down and linger at your collarbones. He then turned to make his exit without a second glance.
He was always good at teasing, wasn't he?
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//since he fucked your brains out and broke your back like a glow stick i figured y'all needed some after care so 👁👄👁
