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the bird in me

hawks x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — bird mating drabbles, throwing up, you're a barista, fluff, sexual implications at the end, 3.5k words

a/n: this has to be one of my favourite works so far

regurgitation

it’s bad. every time he sees you, he can feel the churning in his stomach. something as simple as a smile or wave is enough to have his fist pressed to his lips, loudly clearing his suddenly tight throat.

every time you talk, he’s trying hard not to make a fool of himself (and failing miserably). he’s constantly ahem-ing or coughing, anything to push the rising bile back down his oesophagus.

he wills himself to be a man, to take the acidic burn with pride because he’s fortunate enough to be acknowledged by such a beautiful and intelligent girl. but by the five-minute mark, he’s excusing himself to the bathroom and throwing up this morning’s breakfast.

you thought he was just shy at first, but as it continues to happen, you begin to think he doesn’t like you.

the bell chimes as the café door swings shut. you gaze over the coffee machine, spotting those bright red feathers against the gloom of the night.

you take a deep breath in, rolling your eyes as you drawl, “we closed ten minutes ago, mr hawks.” a nervous laugh, your interest is piqued.

“i know, dove, but i wanted to see you,” he says confidently, only to clear his throat right afterwards.

your brow furrows, and you say more bluntly than intended, “well, i don’t know. you’re always trying to run away from me. your usual?”

“yes please,” he says, waltzing over to you. he rests his weight against the bench, watching you brew his double-shot cappuccino. ahem. he continues. “and i’m not trying to run away from you. never have—”

“doesn’t seem that way to me,” you cut him off. he coughs ostentatiously into his elbow, his face heating up from the sheer strength it’s taking to not throw up right now. he can’t help it!

you continue as you pour the thick foam into the takeaway cup, “you’ve only got few minutes for me before you’re dashing off. i mean i know you’re busy, but do you not have any better excuses? like, for a pro hero, you sure are shit at lying.” you’re glaring holes into the creamy milk as you shake chocolate powder on top of it.

you mumble, “if you don’t like me you can just say so.” the snap of the lid on the little paper cup echoes through the empty café. hawks hears his heart crack a little at your words. not like you? how could he not like you?! wasn’t it obvious—ahem!

he gasps, “bathroom?” you roll your eyes.

“at the back. hey!” your arms are raised as you glare after him, watching as he rushes to the bathroom.

you whisper-yell to yourself, “what the fuck?!” you slide his hot coffee to the edge of the bench and huff, fed up with his perplexing behaviour. if the night wasn’t so still, and the streets surrounding your tiny café so quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him violently throwing up in the men’s bathroom. but you do.

your eyes widen and then crinkle as you wince, wishing that such disgusting sounds weren’t ricocheting off the walls. you pull the bow of your apron loose and shrug it off, leaving it on a nearby table as you make your way to the bathrooms.

you hear the toilet flush as you body slam the heavy, olive green door open. white lights sting your eyes as you search for any sign of your most loyal customer. you find him resting against an open stall door, eyes closed, lips chapped, and forehead beading with sweat.

“mr hawks?” you say gently. his golden eyes shoot open and find you immediately. he smiles incredulously, and his voice is thick as he rasps, “this is the men’s ro—”

“shut the fuck up. are you okay?” you shift closer to him, but he moves back, calves hitting the toilet seat. you stop in your tracks, caging him in the small stall. his eyes dart to the side as he weighs up how to get out of the corner he’s backed himself into.

seeing his nervousness, you sigh. you turn and begin to walk out of the bathroom. he catches your elbow by the sinks and pulls you into his chest. you yelp as you hit his solid frame, utterly bewildered. his large hands gently squeeze your upper arms as you tilt your head up, gazing at him.

you mutter, “what is it?” he shakes his head, eyes dropping and unintentionally resting on your collarbone peeking out of your uniform. great, the pro hero thinks. that familiar sensation is reignited at the base of his throat.

he chokes out, “i-just give me a minute.” he let’s go of your arms and wanders back into the stall, shutting the door and bolting it this time. you groan, wrapping your arms around yourself as you listen to him throw up again, his chunky symphony amplified by these fuck ass tiles.

interjecting the flush of the toilet is the stall door slamming open. out strolls a lazily grinning hawks. he chuckles, “don’t tell me you have to clean in here.”

you sigh, “of course i do.”

he stops in front of you and shrugs, “then give me the mop and bucket and i’ll take care of it, alright?”

you shake your head, muttering, “look don’t worry about that. are you okay? what’s going on? you just threw up like twice. do you have food pois—”

“i feel great, actually. now, about what you were saying earlier,” he reaches out and takes your hands in his awfully clammy ones.

your shoulders slump as you huff, trying to pull your hands back. “hawks—”

“ya know, i really wish you would stop calling me that, dove.” he draws you in close, his body heat seeping through his clothes into you.

you retort, “and i really wish that you would stop interrupting me.” he opens his mouth, sucking in a breath as though he’s about to speak, and then he doesn’t.

the stifling air is quiet for a moment before the pro hero mutters, “sorry.” you shake your head as your mouth draws into a hard line. but you inevitably soften as he jerks away from you, coughing.

quietening down, he rasps, “i really like you, okay? i’m not trying to run away from you. quite the opposite, actually.” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, concerned that you can feel his heart jumping out of his chest. at least his stomach isn’t lurching anymore. he really did need that release.

seconds pass in tense silence as you wait for him to explain. he sighs, “i swear, y/n, i like you.”

“but,” you say, emphasising the ‘t’. he looks away from you, gathering his courage for what he’s about to say.

he breathes out, “don’t laugh, okay?” you nod, about to tear your hair out from the suspense. this man really knows how to dodge questions, you think.

“every time i see you… i wanna throw up.” he mutters that last part at the end as he gazes down at the minute crevices between your bodies.

your eyes widen as you exclaim, “you what?!” he grip tightens on your hands as he shakes his head fervently.

“because-um-it’s a bird thing. i wanna throw up because i like you, okay?” your mouth hangs half-open as you try to register his words.

he brings your hands to his lips and chastely kisses your knuckles. you stare at him in disbelief, stuttering, “i-it’s a bird thing? you-you wanting to throw up every time you see me?”

he nods, “technically, i want to regurgitate every time i see you. the bird part of me wants to prove to you that i’m a good partner.”

that night, you make sure he’s had some food and electrolytes before drinking his cold cappuccino.

preening

ever since you two started dating, it’s become a routine for kei to preen his feathers just before bed, and for you to simply sit across from him on the sofa, reading a book, scrolling on your phone, or watching him.

but tonight as you take up your usual spot on the couch, kei plops down next to you. he gently nudges your arm, catching your attention.

you mumble, “what is it, babe?” as you lock your phone. he kisses from your cheek to your jaw, earning an airy giggle from you.

he mutters into your skin, “will you preen my wings tonight?” your eyes widen as you let out a stuttered breath.

you pull back, saying nervously, “k-kei, honey, you sure? i’ve never preened anything before.” he hums as he slides off the couch and sits on the floor in front of you. he holds up a bottle of oil and you take it from him while explains how to preen his feathers.

you start with the feathers closest to his body and work your way out, from top to bottom. as your fingers work over his feathers, pulling debris from them and realigning the barbs, your bird boy hums.

you drop another piece of tarmac on the coffee table, saying, “you could hide a fucking road in here with how much rubble i’m pulling out right now.” kei chuckles and sighs, feeling you remove yet another remnant of today’s battles.

“are they always this dirty?” you question. your hero nods. it takes longer for you to preen him than if kei were to preen his feathers, but he appreciates your delicate and loving touch.

and the next night, he asks if you can preen his wings again. and soon, your routine has changed to you preening his feathers every night before bed.

gift-giving, scent marking, nesting

the cold winter nights warm and scrawny branches bloom with flowers, signifying that spring has arrived.

it was subtle at first, kei would bring home flowers for you every few days, claiming that his perfect girl deserved to be spoiled. and he claimed the same when he started making the most delicious dinners for you two every night, and when he started gifting you the most luxurious necklaces and shoes and bags you’ve ever owned.

when you woke up this morning, your bed sheets smelt of citrus. so fresh and divine, you sighed and rolled around, cocooning yourself in the quilt to get another whiff of that scent. you liked the smell so much that you got out of bed still wrapped up in the quilt, and dragged it around home with you all day (it’s your day off).

as kei closes the door behind him after another long day, you rush up to him, quilt left lonely. you throw yourself into his awaiting arms, sighing as his zesty scent washes over you. you sigh, melding your body against his as you inhale his musk.

he chuckles softly, “hey, dove. missed me, huh?”

you hum and mumble into his compression shirt, “you smell so good. since when did you smell like citrus though?” pulling back and pointing to the quilt on the sofa, you continue, “i thought you just bought some new laundry detergent or something.”

kei shrugs it off, claiming that he bought a new cologne (lies). but not before he draws you back into his arms and rubs the side of his face and neck all over your face and neck. sighing, you let him off the hook but resolve to keep an eye on him.

rummaging through his duffle bag, he says excitedly, "d'you wanna see what i got you, dove?" you press your lips together, disappointed by kei's spending habits lately. but not for long as he hands you a sealed box of the perfume you've been eying for years (it's vanilla2 by maison tahité for me).

you squeal in delight and thank him profusely, smothering his cheeks and lips and stubble with kisses before skipping off to your room to try your new perfume (kei rocks you gently as you have a cry over how blessed you are to have such an attentive partner).

for the next week, you swear you can hear shuffling in the early hours of the morning. as soon as you lift your head off the pillows though and search the dark room for some kind of movement, everything stills. you usually fall back asleep, but tonight is a bit different.

again, you wake to muffled sounds emanating from somewhere in your apartment. groaning, you bury your head into your pillow, only to rise from it a minute later when you hear a loud thud. roused from your sleepy daze, you get out of bed and caress the door frame for wayyy too long before you eventually find the light switch.

your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness quickly, and everything looks the same as it usually does. but something is missing. or rather, someone.

you step out of your shared bedroom and stare down the hall, seeing a familiar glow curling its fingers beneath one of the doors. as you approach it, you realise that the light is coming from kei’s office.

but it’s not just the light that is coming from his office. this sound, like something sliding against the floorboards, resonates from behind the wooden door.

you stand outside his office, leaning your ear against the door to eavesdrop. but the noise stops abruptly, as if kei (who you assume is inside) knows you’re right there.

you turn the doorknob and push the door open, revealing a dishevelled-looking kei amidst a heap of blankets. you blink at him dumbly, sleepily, and confused.

“kei,” you drawl. “what’re you doing?” he chuckles nervously as he stands from his crouched position and comes over to you, tripping on a blanket’s edge in the process. you catch his upper arms and help him to steady himself.

he gazes at you frantically, muttering, “’mnotdoinganythingchickpea. whydon’twegobacktobed?” his hands encircle your wrists and gently push you back toward the door. you shake your head.

“keigo takami,” you say in that serious tone parents reserve for when their child misbehaves. “what’re tryna hide from me?”

“nothing!” he exclaims far too loudly and quickly. you raise your brow at him while your eyes trail over his messy hair and half-unbuttoned pj shirt. you catch a glimpse of his toned muscles and golden-brown snail trail beneath the soft cotton. you gulp and avert your eyes to the mess behind him. he side steps, blocking your view.

you groan, “keigo.”

“please dove, promise i’ll show you later, okay?” he pleads.

you roll your eyes, sighing, “you cooking up a grand masterpiece or something back there?” he nods and hums. you let him have his way, following him back to bed and curling tight into his chest, hoping he won’t be able to get away without waking you.

for the next week, you’re banned from entering kei’s office. he claims that he’s working on a big surprise for you, which melts your heart and makes you laugh.

one night after dinner, he takes you by the hand and leads you to his office. dramatic as ever, he makes you close your eyes before he opens the door and guides you inside. when you open your eyes, you see the fruits of his efforts.

before you lies a little nook crafted out of throws and cushions. you giggle as you take in his little nest. it looks so cosy and inviting. 

you exclaim, “kei, this is so sweet!” you turn around and warmly hug him, content to nuzzle into his zesty scent. he kisses your forehead and nudges you closer to his nest. he holds your hand as you sit down in the centre of it, relishing in his overpowering musk. he sits next to you and cuddles with you, peppering your face and neck with tender kisses as he mumbles against your hot flesh how much he loves you.

interpretive dance and singing

it’s the peak of spring; the flowers are in full bloom, the skies are blue, and the temperature is just right for you to wear all your favourite dresses.

tonight is like most other nights. after preening kei’s feathers, you take a shower. you’re soothing moisturiser into your skin as your boyfriend comes into view. you gaze at him in the mirror, smiling brightly. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, ignorant of the damp towel enveloping your body.

pouring body oil into your palm, you tell him to move. but he doesn’t budge an inch. instead, he wipes the oil out of your palm and warms it in his rough hands. he caresses your shoulders, briefly massaging them before rubbing the oil into your back. his fingertips dip below the towel’s edge, earning a sigh from you.

you tilt your head back to look at your lover. he grins down at you and gently kisses you while wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you back into his firm body.

craving his sweetness, you turn around in his hold, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss. tongues swirl and ignite a buried fire in the pits of your stomachs.

kei’s hands roam your body as he sucks on your lower lip. such teasing touches have your towel slipping and eventually pooling on the bathroom floor. he grips your hips, squeezing them as he groans into your mouth.

you two separate for a brief moment, catching your breath and each other’s eyes. he gazes at you lustfully; he’s desperate to mould your body to his all night long, to make you his in the most intimate of ways.

your fingers trail up his exposed biceps before you wrap your arms around his neck. you draw him down to you, smirking as you whisper in his ear, “i know you want me, baby.”

he chuckles gruffly against your skin, the sound doing unholy things to you. his citrusy scent is intoxicating up this close. you breathe in deeply, his thick musk filling your lungs.

he rasps, “yea, i do. i want you so bad, dove.” you hum before nipping at his ear lobe. the small gesture sends a thrill of pleasure shuddering throughout his body.

kei should know this by now, but nothing comes for free. he’s seen the cruelty of this world, and even though you’re his escape from it all, he shouldn’t be as wide-eyed and breathless from your next words.

“oh yea? show me,” you whisper seductively. it’s like everything was dark before you spoke. and now that you have, the lights have been switched on. your words are like the gospel, true and calling him to action. and yet, they’re so impure. kei has been enlightened.

he steps back from you, the cool air wafting over your bare skin. your nipples harden as you bite your lip, looking at him nervously. your lover shakes his head, saying lowly, “meet me in the living room once you’re done.” you hum as you nod, rather intrigued by kei’s sudden change in mood.

when you’ve finally finished your post-shower routine, you head to the living room. your jaw slackens, and your brows raise as you enter, seeing the coffee table moved and couches pushed back to create space in the centre. you blink dumbly as he comes over to you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you to one of the sofas, saying cockily, “take a seat, chickpea.” you follow his instruction, making yourself comfortable on the sofa while your boyfriend steps back. he catches your eyes, the look in his awfully serious.

you ask confused, “kei, what’s going on?” he shakes his head.

clearing his throat, he begins to sing. you blink at him dumbly as you register his sweet praises that are surprisingly on-key. he spreads his arms wide before rolling his wrists and body in time with his words. you grab the nearest cushion and hold it tight as your mouth hangs open.

your eyes are trained on his quick, rhythmic movements. he spins around and jumps, his voice never faltering. you shriek playfully as he locks eyes with you. his wings spread out to his sides, his beautiful feathers on full display. you can feel your face heating up, cooking beneath the heat of this moment.

you can’t stop staring at him, drinking in how good he is at interpretive dance. you shriek again as he slaps his thighs in a wide stance. your laugh is stuttered as you raise the cushion up, blocking your view of him.

his singing stops and in a moment, the cushion is snatched from your hands and hurled across the room.

he pants, “’m not done, dove. watch me.”

you stutter in disbelief, “n-not done?” he hums as he steps back, ready to continue his performance.

shaking your head, you exclaim, “kei, kei, it’s okay! you don’t have to keep going.”

he pouts, “don’t you like my dance? or my song?” you’re rendered speechless as you stare at him. he tilts his head toward you expectantly, but you can’t speak. you’re far too stunned by his musical display to say anything. the air shifts as he chuckles softly and steps toward you. he plops down on top of you, squishing you against the sofa.

he mutters into the crook of your neck, “did i show you have much i want you?” you groan from his weight as you thread your fingers through his hair.

you kiss his damp forehead, saying amusedly, “oh yea. i, uh, i liked that song you sang. what’s it called? ‘the bird in me’?” he bites your shoulder lightly, but the sudden sensation makes you gasp.

your hands are already shoving at his chest as he grunts sarcastically, “yea, it’s called ‘the bird in me’. i wrote it just for you, chickpea.” he raises his head and pulls off you a little, giving you a bit of breathing room. your chest rises high, grazing his as you take in the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“now, let me have my reward.”

Hawks Fluff x Fem. Reader

Warning: literally nothing it’s fluff

Hawks had just came back from a patrol. He look a bit worn out to say to say the least. “Birdie?” His voice called out. “Keigo?” You walked in to see your boyfriend leaning on the wall tired. “Oh Kei come here” you help him onto the couch taking of his jacket. Seemed he bruised his ribs with a bit of scolding in your voice “and why didn’t you go to the doctor?” He looked at your with that floppy smirk.

“I’ll be fine birdie plus I have you my sweet little healer.” Yep that’s right you had a healing quirk that Keigo used ever since he found out he didn’t have to go to the hospital anymore. It was tiring yes but anything for your lover right?

You scoffed before punching him softly in arm. “Ouch” he said albeit a bit dramatic. “Oh please your fine, and Kei I’m not always gonna be around to heal you whenever you want” he pouted at that. “Please birdie for me?” He rubbed his hand against your thigh and that look he always gives you when he needs something.

With a sigh you placed your hands on his ribs and with a yellowish glow his bruise when from a nasty purple to a more lighter version before disappearing. You quirk allowed you to heal but since you never really use it as much it takes a bit more work. “Isn’t this illegal?” You questioned resting on his side.

“Only illegal if you get caught birdie” he presses a kiss on your forehead before moving down to your neck. “Kei!” you say slightly surprised. “Cmon baby bird lemme pay you back” he said before kissing and leaving little marks on your skin.

Oh how love made you do crazy things

Authors Note: Just a lil one shot

See You Later, Mr. President (Part 6)

Hawks x Fem!Reader Mini Series

FIND PARTS 1-5 HERE

Warnings: allegations of sexual assault, adult themes || MDNI

Art: Pinterest (if you know the artist please tag them!)

“Should we be on the same laptop or on separate ones?” You ask as you set up the webcam.

“Let’s just join the call together. Nothing to be worried about okay? No matter what, we will persevere.” Keigo states.

You give him a thumbs up, followed by a determined look on your face. You set the laptop on the kitchen island counter, making sure your background was clear. Keigo comes and sits next to you on the barstool, his hand planted on your thigh. You adjust the camera so that you both are in frame. You start the call.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President. Y/N.” Your boss says.

“Good afternoon.” You both say in unison.

“I’ve requested this call in light of the recent video that’s been circulating of you, Mr. President. We have some speculation that the woman in the video is Y/N. People are speculating that the actions in the video were non consensual. So let’s address the elephant in the room, is that you, Y/N?” He asks.

Your heart was beating so intensely, it was hard to think. All you had to do was be honest but you felt scared in the moment. It’s not that you didn’t want to clear Keigo’s name, it’s more so that the career you’ve worked your whole life for is about to shatter into a million pieces. Your breathing starts to hasten. Keigo squeezes your thigh as an attempt to calm you down.

“Yes, the woman in the video is me.” You admit.

“And was it consensual?” He asks.

“Yes.” You both say in unison.

Your boss lets out a sigh and begins writing things down.

“As you know it’s a violation of your contract to be romantically involved with our collaborator. You will be facing some consequences as any employee would.” He says as he continues jotting things down. “HR will need a week to go over and investigate your case. During that time, you will be on an unpaid one week suspension. All your accommodation that we pay for will be on hold as well. That means your employee card and hotel will be cancelled. If we decide to further employment you will have access to those things again.”

“May I interject?” Keigo demands.

You raise your brows in reaction to the change in Keigo’s demeanor. He was pissed. He couldn’t sit there and watch you get scolded when you are their best employee. You squeeze his thigh under the table, begging him not to say anything.

“Yes, Mr. President.” Your boss says

You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to stop him once again. He looks at you and then back at the laptop. He was going to do what he wanted.

“This whole thing is entirely my fault. I pursued her in hopes that your company wouldn’t find out. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.” You kick him hard as fuck under the table to redirect him. “In fact, we’ve been together for an entire month and in that month did her work fluctuate?” Keigo questions.

Your boss checks the work you’ve submitted in the past month. You’ve recruited the most kids for the hero program. He nods his head and says, “It’s improved. She had the highest number of recruitments last month.”

“And you’re penalizing her? Her heart is more in it than anyone else's. She really cares about the next generation and it shows in her work.” Keigo states.

“You’re making good points, Mr. President. However, I don’t get to decide her fate. It’s in the hands of the higher ups. All I was sent to do is let her know the consequences.” Your boss says.

“Give me their contact information, I’d like to have a word with them.” Keigo demands once again.

“I will send that over in an email. Regardless, Y/N’s suspension starts tomorrow. Plan accordingly and we will be in touch. You two enjoy the rest of your day.” Your boss says before he ends the call.

The band aid has been ripped off. You don’t feel as sad as you thought you would. Maybe because it hasn’t hit you yet? Keigo watches you to see your reaction. You two just stare at each other for a moment.

“Where am I gonna live?” You ask softly.

“You have two options: I’ll pay for your hotel or you can stay here. You’re not paying for a damn thing this week.” Keigo says as he comforts you.

“What? Noooo. That's so much, Keigo. I have some savings I can dip into.” You say as he pulls you into a hug.

“I got you into this mess. I am paying for everything. I wasn’t asking.” Keigo says as he runs his fingers through your locs.

“I’d rather stay at your place, that way you don’t have to pay for my living expenses. I’ll clean and cook in exchange.” You say looking up at him.

“You can sit on your ass the whole week for all I care. You deserve a break. You work so hard, Y/N. Let me do this for you, it’s the least I can do. If the company doesn’t want to show you your worth, let me show you it.” He pleads.

“You know what you’re so right…….fuck them!” You say as you go upstairs to find your purse. “I had the most recruitments last month and they wanna fire me just because of who I’m fucking? FUCK THEM!!! Let’s go to the hotel and get all my shit. You’re so right! I need to call Mira!!” You shout as you angrily call your best friend.

Keigo couldn’t help but smile. He’s relieved that you aren’t in pieces about this and that you know it’s just a load of corporate bullshit. He’d rather you be mad than upset.

“That’s my girl. I’ll wait down here. Gotta check some emails and make some calls. I’ll be ready whenever you are.” He shouts upstairs to you.

He sits down at his laptop and calls his publicist.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. President, how’s everything going?” She asks.

“We just got off the phone with Y/N’s employer. They’re putting her on an unpaid suspension while HR investigates.” He says while responding to emails.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Give her my best regards.”

“Any updates on your end?”

“The public is creating serious allegations. We’ve scheduled you a televised PSA addressing them with several news media outlets in attendance. It will commence in two days from now. We will announce the PSA once you give us the greenlight.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Do you think the public will believe that Y/N is my girlfriend or do we have to stretch the truth a little?”

“Stretch the truth. The public might think she took hush money to play along so we have to really sell them on this relationship. You need to buy her a ring and say that she’s your fiancé.”

“Woooaahhh, as much as I would love that, I don’t know how she will feel about that. It’s only been a month.”

“You can make up any story you need to make it make sense, Mr.President. You’ve got two days. Brainstorm with Y/N.”

Keigo takes a deep breath and agrees to lie. He hates lying but yet again he has no choice. His phone starts vibrating during his phone call. He looks at it and sees that it’s Ochaco.

“I got another call. Call you later.” He says before swapping the calls. “Hello.”

“Hey Keigo, I was just calling to check on you. I saw the video...” She trails off.

“Did you? I’m so glad the camera got my good side.” He jokes, causing her to laugh. “I’m doing alright. This has just been a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“Let me know if this is prying but is that Y/N in the video with you?”

“You have great eyes, Urvavity. It is her. That was the day you and Ashido stopped by her hotel room. I was ‘Mister. Hottie’ or whatever Ashido said. We’ve been together for a month.” He admits.

“Ahh, that makes sense. I had a feeling you two were seeing each other but you both hid it well. I’m sorry this is being blown out of proportion. You deserve a happy ever after, Keigo. If it means anything, I will be a witness or speak at any conferences. Routing for both of you.” She says.

You come down stairs ready to go, hearing Keigo talking on the phone. You walk into the kitchen and kiss his cheek. You mouth the words, “Who is that?” He mouths the word, “Ochaco.” He puts the phone on speaker so you can hear and speak to her.

“I hope you’re not upset that I couldn't tell you, Ochaco.” You say as you wrap your arms around Keigo’s shoulders.

“Not at all, girl. I know your employers have some crazy rule in place so I get why you didn’t tell me. How have you been since the video leaked?”

You fill her in on everything: your one week suspension, the sexual assault allegations, and about them cutting your accommodations.

“That’s awful, Y/N. Just know I’ve got your back through this. I’ll hold it down at the organization since you’ll be busy, Keigo.” Ochaco says.

“That would be great. Don’t be afraid to call if you need anything.” Keigo reassures her.

“Will do! Same goes for you guys.”

He hangs up the phone and asks, “You ready to go?”

You nod your head yes and you head out to his car. During the drive you start thinking about your life and what the next steps are. If you lose your job, you’ll have to go back home. You’re still paying rent on your apartment there. What about Keigo? There’s no way he’d be able to move with you, he’s the president of the HPSC. Why stress about it when you know Keigo will say, “It’ll all work out. I promise.”

Once you get to the hotel, you collect your things and check out of the room. Keigo managed to not get recognized, just by putting on a hat and shades. During the drive back to his place, it seemed as if he wanted to tell you something. You place your hand on his thigh and say, “thank you for helping me get my stuff.”

“Anytime.” He says short. He’s clearly thinking intensely about something.

“Daijōbu desu ka?” You ask in the little Japanese you know.

He chuckles, thinking it’s cute you’re trying to learn more of his language. He lifts your hand from his thigh to his mouth, plantings small kisses on the back of your hand.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I’m just thinking. I spoke to my publicist while you were upstairs talking with Mira and she thinks we should each deliver a statement during a televised conference. She also thinks we should say that we’re engaged.”

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Her concern is people could think you were paid to stay quiet and play along. She said she wants to avoid any more misperceptions and honestly, I agree with her.”

“That does make sense…” you trail off.

“But it’s only if you want to. I only care about your happiness.” He says kissing your hand while he steers.

You take a moment to think. It’s not a bad idea. You want your words to hold weight when you make your statement and it’s going to take more than a “it was a drunk night out” speech. How is he going to navigate through all these questions?

“How did we meet?” you question him.

“At the corporate event your employer held last year.”

He was right. He did attend that corporate event. He spoke with the CEO the entire night.

“How long have we been together?”

“8 months. We were long distance but I would come to visit for a few days every two months.”

That checks out too. Before you relocated to Japan, Keigo would visit your workplace every two months to talk business with the owners. You couldn’t believe how he fabricated such detailed lies that he could back up with ease. You get that he was a hero that did spy work often but you weren’t aware that he was this talented at it. Matter of fact, you just realized you barely knew anything about him. You knew surface level things: his favorite food, color, etc. But nothing deeper than that. Who is he and what exactly has he been through?

“Any more questions?” He says intertwining your fingers.

“No…” You answer, deep in thought.

Keigo furrows his brows and shoots you a look of confusion. He felt your energy shift completely and he knew something was off. Why did you get all cold with him all of a sudden?

“Daijōbu?” He asks as places his hand on your thigh.

“Just overwhelmed is all.” There was some truth in that lie.

I love a good cliffhanger 😭 Part 7 is starting off smutty! Hope you all are liking the series. 4 more chapters to go! Comments and notes are greatly appreciated!

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This is my OC, Misora! If you want to find out more about her and Hawks dynamic, read Nakidori. Posted another chapter this morning!! This fic was the inspiration behind my username and was the first thing I started when I began writing last year :)

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See you later, Mr. President (part 4)

Hawks X Reader Mini Series

FIND PARTS 1-3 HERE

Warnings: Adult themes, Smut and Anxiety, || MDNI

**cliff hanger at the end**

This morning was like any other morning. You did your normal commute to work. The weather was exceptionally nice, cherry blossoms in full bloom. You greeted the people you work beside, as you typically do. You open your office door to reveal a custom arrangement of cymbidium orchids, calla lilies and hydrangeas sitting on your desk.

“This has to be a mistake…” You mumble to yourself as you set your bags down.

The bouquet was so gorgeous that you were afraid to touch it. The flowers were in a circular shaped vase. You notice a note sticking out from the middle of the arrangement.

‘For my pretty girl’

Blood rushes to your face as you realize that Keigo bought you this expensive arrangement of flowers. What’s the occasion for? More importantly, why would he do this at work? You put the note on your desk and march up to his office. His receptionist wasn’t there yet so you knocked on his office door.

“Hey Gorgeous.” Keigo says in his usual playful tone.

You push him into the office and close the door behind you. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed.

“What?” He says clueless as to why you seem upset with him.

You shake your head in disappointment and ask, “Why did you send an expensive bouquet of flowers to my OFFICE?”

This question somehow led to Kiego fucking you up against the wall. He held you up by your thighs as he thrusted into you. He licks up the side of your neck, right before he says, “You’ve been mine for a whole month now, sweetheart” in your ear.

That’s why he sent the flowers, you guys have been seeing each other for a month as of today. I guess that also explains why he felt the need to fuck you senseless in his office. You thought it was sweet he remembered something so small like that. It really shows you that he wants to be more than just fuck buddies. He carries you over to his desk and lays your back down on the cold wood. He thrusts deep and slow to avoid the sound of your ass clapping.

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. You’re so good to me.” He added in a low whisper.

You could tell he was close and so were you. His fingers pressed into your waist as he pulled you on his dick. His pace began to pick up and he didn’t care about being quiet at this moment. His dick was slipping in and out of you until he filled you with his thick load. You both curse under your breath as he pulls out.

“I know you didn’t cum. I’ll take care of you after work.” He says as he slides out of you.” “Stay right there.”

He walks over to the bathroom that’s in his office and grabs paper towels to wipe up his mess. You both get yourselves together quickly.

“I think it’s sweet you remembered the day.” You say while fixing your dress.

“Someone needed to. You didn’t.” He teases.

“Because I didn’t think you saw our relationship like that.” You rebuttal.

“Oh please, you know exactly how I feel about you, Y/N. One of the first things I said to you that night at the bar was, ‘you look like my girlfriend.’ I’m not here to waste your time.” He says with a stern voice.

He's not wrong. He’s been an open book about his feelings and he keeps applying the pressure. This whole month, he’s been sending you small gifts and love letters since you two can’t be seen in public.

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just in shock from how forward you’re being. Like I said, it’s been awhile since I’ve dated or been interested in anyone. And besides, you know I’m not staying in Japan long. Why are you putting so much into this short term thing?” You finally address the elephant in the room.

He kisses your forehead and says, “Because I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles at you when he sees your face is completely straight because he did not answer your question in the slightest. You knew he was being honest though.

You hit his shoulder and say, “I should get back to my office, Mr. President.”

“One more thing. I want you to come over tonight.” He says leaning back against his desk.

You had never been to his place before. You always wondered what it looked like. Does he have an apartment or a house? Any pets? You can get a good sense of who he is by how he lives.

“Text me your address and what time. I’ll see you later, Mr. President.” You say with a slight smirk on your face.

Once you leave the office, Keigo lets out a, “yes!” under his breath. He honestly didn’t know how that was going to go. He had never sent you an expensive gift in public like that. He knew you’d be mad at first but he also knew he could calm you down. He loved that you were fiery and that you had no problem setting him straight. The thing he loved the most is the contrast from you at work and you outside of work. At work, you’re the textbook definition of professional. You’re hard working, smart, and a great leader that always dressed the part. Well, you teetered on the line of dressing appropriately sometimes. You’d wear these tight clothes that Keigo would often think about you in. Which is why he wanted to see you outside of work. He wants to see more of the real you.

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“Those flowers are lovely, Y/N. You got a secret admirer?” your coworker asks as you carry the bouquet out of your office.

“No, haha. The company I work for sent them to me for doing a good job.” You lie.

“Awe, they care so much. How lovely. Let me get the door for you.” He says as he opens the front door for you to head out.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night. Mata ashita (see you tomorrow).” You stand on the side of the road waiting for the taxi you called not too long ago.

You start to ponder on what you’re gonna wear for your date tonight with the President. Something sexy or something chill? You know that he loves the way you dress. He’s admitted it a few times during sex.

“Keep the dress on, I want to fuck you in it.”

You start to get wet thinking about the filthy things he’s said to you. You can't deny the fact that you adore the way he speaks to you. You’re like putty in his hands if he says the right things to you and he always does. You get into your taxi and head to the hotel you call home. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

Mr. President: Here’s my address. You’re welcome to come over at 20:00. Wear something pretty for me.

Just reading that text message makes you blush. You really like Keigo but you hate the cards you were dealt. You wish that you didn’t have to sacrifice anything to be with him. He’s been pouring so much affection into you and this situationship. The least you could do is show him who you are outside of work.

“Tōchaku shimashita (we have arrived).” The driver says, pulling me out of contemplation.

“Arigatou Gozaimasu.” You say as you get out of the taxi.

You hurry up to your hotel room, taking off your shoes the moment you get in the room. You place the vase of flowers on your desk and start changing your clothes. You had picked out a cheetah print maxi skirt that hugged your curves perfectly. For your top, you chose a black low cut halter top that hugged your waist. Your body was on display in this outfit even though you were mostly covered. You only have about an hour and a half to get ready. You turn on your favorite album, to get yourself in the right headspace. As you’re getting ready, your best friend from home calls you. You grab your laptop and bring it into the bathroom as you accept the call.

“Mira!! Hi my love, how are you!!” you exclaim as you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“I’m doing good! I miss you so much, it’s unreal.” She whines.

Mirlande (Mira) had been your best friend since you were in grade school. She was more like a sister than a friend though. You two practically lived at each other's houses growing up. Your families were similar in every way: they were from the same island so it was the same culture. It was so nice having her when your family moved to America.

“I miss you so much, girl. It’s been crazy being apart from you for so long.” You stop doing your makeup and get a good look at her.

She smiles at you and says, “Getting ready to see Mr. President?”

You scoff and say “How’d you know?”

“Look at what you're wearing, you’re looking extra slutty!! The man is already down bad for you.” Mira screams.

You start laughing and say, “Good, Right where I want his ass.”

You and Mira catch up as you finish getting ready. You show her the vase of flowers he got for you and she tells you about her situationships. Once you check the time, you realize you're running late.

“Ahhh, Mira I gotta go!! I’m late as fuck. I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.” You whine as you grab your black leather jacket, purse and slip on your open toe black kitten heels.

“Okay, love you! Tell me how it goes. Get some dick for the both of us!!” She says before ending the call.

You laugh and roll your eyes at her statement. You quickly spray yourself with your signature scent and scurry down to the lobby. Your phone begins to ring, and of course it’s Keigo.

You answer the phone and say, “Hey.”

“Hey, have you left yet?” He asks.

“No, my taxi should be here in 5 minutes though. I’m running a few minutes late. So sorry. ”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Cancel the taxi. I sent a driver for you. She should be pulling up right now.”

Just as he said, a black vehicle parks right in front of the hotel. The driver gets out and holds up a sign with your name.

“Yes, I see her. Walking over to her now.” You are completely shocked as you walk towards the car. You speak the little Japanese that you know to inform her that you’re the person she is picking up. She opens the door for you and you get into the car.

“You in?” Keigo asks.

“Yes, thank you for this. You really didn't need to go through the trouble.” You express.

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. Anything I do for you causes me no trouble. I can't take you anywhere in public right now so I will make this as extravagant as I can. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He says in an alluring voice.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard his breath hitch over the phone as he heard those sweet words fall from your lips. This was the first time you addressed Keigo in an informal way…outside of sex. You smile knowing that he’s probably a blushing mess.

“Anything for you.” He says softly.

You hang up the phone and calm your nerves the whole ride to his house. You weren’t nervous at all. If anything you were smitten by him. Your heart began to beat harder the closer you got. You placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath as you pulled into his property. You saw him standing out by his front door wearing a black knit collared shirt and khaki trousers. He walks up to the car door and opens it. You get out of the car, not breaking eye contact with him. He places his hand on the small of your back as he whispers, “hi pretty” in your ear. You smile and say “hi” back. He closes the car door and waves at the driver as she pulls out from the driveway.

“Thank you for having me.” You say as he walks you to the front door.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He says as he opens the door for you.

His place is exactly as you thought it would be. Beautiful high ceilings with a lot of space. The living room had wood paneling behind the mounted tv aligned with a wall of windows with a gorgeous view. The sectional was low to the ground and sat up against the wall of windows. You could tell his home was decorated with intention. (Picture)

“Your home is so nice. I really love how it’s decorated.” You say slipping off your heels.

“Thanks. I hired an interior designer because I’ve never decorated a home before. She made me take a bunch of quizzes and this is what she came up with.” He says walking into his living room. He turns towards you and says, “I’ll give you a tour later.”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed against his chest as you closed the gap between the two of you. He can’t help but to lightly blush at how forward you were being. He rests his hands on your lower back and butt. You get goosebumps at his touch, causing you to giggle. You smile and say “Can’t wait.”

Keigo couldn’t believe you were willingly in his arms right now. Getting you to cooperate felt like pulling teeth to him. For the first time, he feels like he’s getting to know the real you and not the work version of you.

“I think it’s time I show you what I planned.” He says while kissing your arm. He takes your hand and walks you over to his kitchen. He quickly gets behind you and covers your eyes with his hands.

“Get ready for an amazing, authentic, delicious, experience, Y/N.” He says dramatically.

He uncovers your eyes to reveal an at home yakiniku set up. You gasp, look back at him and say, “Yakiniku!!! How did you know I wanted to try this?”

“Just a hunch.” He says with a slick smile. It wasn’t just a hunch, it was a lot more than just a hutch. Even though Keigo doesn’t have his feathers anymore, that doesn’t mean his nasty habit of eavesdropping is gone. He still has insanely sharp eyes and ears, even after the war.

“Hmm, Is it the same hutch you developed while doing spy work?” You say knowing he definitely eavesdropped on a conversation you had at work.

“Yea, you could say that.” He says knowing he can’t hide anything past you. He knew you were just as smart as him, maybe even more intelligent than him.

He pulls out a barstool from his kitchen island for you to take a seat. The set up was actually really cute. It was a tiny counter grill surrounded by different plated meats, marinades, and sauces. He even had a few veggies chopped and sliced to be grilled as well. He plugs the grill in and turns it on to make sure it’s hot. You take a seat and watch him move around his kitchen.

“What would you like to drink? I have wine, sake, tea, really anything.” He says as he grabs a beer for himself.

“Do people usually drink beer with yakiniku?” you ask.

“Yea but you don’t have to.” He says knowing that you are not a fan of beer.

“I’ll have a beer. I’ll try it!” You say optimistically.

He grabs you a beer from the fridge and comes to sit next to you. He opens the beer and hands it to you and says, “If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it.”

You take the bottle and agree. Keigo starts telling you the name of all the meats and sauces. You wanted to start off with some veggies, pork belly, yakitori, and thin sliced beef. You grab the tongs and start helping him add the meats to the grill. You could tell from the smell that the meat was marinated beforehand. As you wait for the meat to cook, you and Keigo start talking about quirks. Kiego wanted to know if you had one but never found the right time to ask.

“Do you have a quirk?” He straight up asks.

You raise your eyebrows and take a sip of the beer you’re struggling to get through. Keigo laughs and says, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to and you also don't need to drink that beer, Y/N.”

“I’ll tell you, it’s nothing flashy. I have a really high IQ, that’s pretty much it.” You say ignoring his beer statement.

“That explains why I can’t get anything past you. Beauty and brains, huh?” He says while getting up and pouring a cup of Umeshu, knowing that’s what you prefer.

You slightly blush as he compliments you and pours you a glass of your favorite wine that he conveniently had on hand. You take the meat off the grill and take the wine from him. He takes your beer and puts it next to his. You thank him once again for the food and start eating together. He places more meat on the grill as you two drink, eat, and get to know each other. The conversation is going great, you feel completely at ease with him at this moment.

*BZZZZ*

Both your phones go off, simultaneously. You both ignore them and continue the conversation.

*BZZZZ*

Once again, both phones go off. You stare at each other and agree to answer them. You grab your phone and step into the bathroom. He grabs his phone and goes into his living room. You see that it’s your best friend, Mira, calling you.

“Are you okay?” You say answering the phone.

“Yea I am. Are you sitting down? You need to sit down, Y/N.” She said in a panic.

You take a seat on the closed toilet and say, “I’m sitting. What’s going on?”

“Go look at what I texted you.”

You put her on speaker and quickly navigate to your messages with her. It’s video footage that’s clearly pulled from a surveillance camera in an elevator. You click play and see Keigo walking in the elevator. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you realize where this is from. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you saw yourself walk into the elevator. You were frozen in place as you continued watching the footage. Someone leaked the footage of the President making out with you, put it on the internet AND IT’S GOING VIRAL.

Yall….. what can I say I LOVE a cliff hanger. I feel bad because Keigo is just trying to get to know you and now he has pulled you into this mess. Anywayyyyy, how are we liking it????? Heheheh

Stay tuned for part 5! Things really about to pop off.

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I don’t talk about it much on here but you all should check it out! It’s my longest piece of work and it’s got a good plot. It follows Hawks true storyline but with added content and more characters.

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See you Later, Mr. President (Part 3)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Part one

Part two

WARNINGS: sexual tension || MDNI

You slowly open your eyes to your hotel room. Keigo was still asleep while having his arms wrapped around you. You turn to face him, loosening up his grip on you. You lay your head on his chest as you look at him while he sleeps. You started to get flashbacks of last night in your head causing you to feel embarrassed. You still can’t believe you fucked the ONE person your employer said not to fuck.

“Good morning, Y/N.” A groggy Keigo says.

“Good morning Kiego.” You say as you sit up.

You crawl on top of him, placing your ass right on his crotch. You look down at his chiseled abs and his body covered in scars. You wanted to know where every scar came from. He places his hands on your ass and hums in delight.

“What’s your plans for today?” He asks while looking up at you.

Two unexpected knocks at your door make you flinch. Keigo furrowed his brow and mouthed the word, “housekeeping?”

You shake your head no because you know they come in the middle of the day. You get off of him and put on your robe. You answer the door to reveal Ashido and Ochako.

“Ohh, good morning Ashido and Ochako.” You say it loud enough so Keigo can hear you.

Kiego jumps out of the bed and onto the floor. He lands as soft as he could but you could still hear him.

“Good morning. Is someone here, Y/N.” Ashido asks with a smirk on her face.

“No…. Just me. I overslept! I completely forgot we were going shopping together. How about I meet you all at the cafe down the street? It’ll take me 20 minutes to get ready.” You redirect Ashido.

“Yea that’s fine but what’s that?” Ochako pointed at the dark hickey on your collar bone with a giggle.

Now why the fuck would Keigo give you a hickey? This is supposed to be a secret thing and he marked you?

“It’s a hickey.” You honestly say.

“From?” Ashido says.

“I’ll explain at the cafe!! You two are so nosy. Give me 20 minutes and I'll meet you there.” You express.

“Okay okayyy, tell mister hottie I said good morning.” Ashido says as they begin to walk away.

You close the door and say, “I completely forgot I made plans with them last night.”

Keigo comes out of the closet completely dressed in his suit and says, “They don’t know it’s me so we’re all good.”

“Damn, I didn’t even hear you put on your clothes.”

“Yea, I’m stealthy. What are you wearing today?” He asks as he takes a seat on the bed.

“Something that covers up this HICKEY.” You pout at him and cross your arms.

“Oh… haha… Sorry about that. I clearly lack self control…. I mean we both do.” He explains.

You roll your eyes and say, “That’s not a genuine apology, Keigo.”

He gets up and stands behind you, pressing his body to yours. He gently kisses the side of your neck and mumbles, “I’ll make it up to you when we meet again. I promise.”

Everytime he gave you attention like that, it made you so weak in the knees. It took every fiber in your body to control your urges when he touched you.

“Mhm, okay Mr.President.” You say acting like you were unimpressed by him.

He lets out a laugh and says, “Get dressed. I’ll leave like 20 minutes after you so nothing looks suspicious.”

You nod your head and begin your process. While you got ready, you and Keigo talked and got to know each other more. He didn’t say this out loud but he found out that he adores watching you get ready. He paid attention to the products you were using for your skin and what make up you put on. He even took note of what songs you put on to get ready too.

“How do I look?” You say posing for him.

“Too fucking good.” He says as he takes in your outfit.

You wore an off the shoulder grey sweater with a lace cream colored cami underneath to hide the hickey. You paired with a jean mini skirt. You pulled your hair up into a relaxed bun, leaving a few locs in your face.

“Okay, I gotta go.” You grab your purse and rush over to the door, Kiego following directly behind you. You slide your sneakers on your foot, holding onto Keigo as you fix your shoe.

“When am I seeing you again?” He blurts out.

“At work tomorrow.” You say innocently.

He scoffs and says, “Y/N, when am I seeing you again outside of work?”

Oh, right. He wants to hook up again. You pause for a second and think if you want this to be a one time thing. How are you two going to hide this? You can’t be seen in public together so it would be just a no strings attached situation, right?

“How about Friday?” You give in.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

You give a half smile back and say, “See you.”

You open the door and rush over to the cafe where Ashido and Ochako are. You can’t help but to feel weird about all of this. There’s a bit of guilt and confusion in your mind from the night you had with Keigo. Once you get there you, bow and apologize profusely to the both of them.

“I’ll accept your apology once you give me the details!” Ashido pouts.

“Sit down and stop apologizing. I ordered what you usually get.” She slides your drink over to you as you take a seat next to her.

“Thank you for ordering this.” You say before you take a quick sip, realizing you haven't drank anything today. “All you need to know is that it was a one night stand and I don’t think he’s interested long term anyway.”

There was some truth to your lie.

“Do you want it to be long term?” Ashido asks.

“I don’t know… In a perfect world yes but...we work to…two different schedules and it just doesn’t seem like it’s a good idea.” You explain.

“…Hm, I don’t know, I think you should try. If he seems interested in you and you like him, why not?” Ochako says.

“Says the girl who can’t ask out someone she’s been crushing on for over A DECADE.” Ashido interjects.

“Wait, Deku? Ochako, it's been that long?” You didn’t know much of the story behind Ochako’s feelings for him. Usually, you‘re not one to pry but you’ll do anything to keep them from talking about your night with the president.

“Yea, Deku. The green haired one you met last night. She has literally had feelings for him since U.A.” Ashido says.

Ochako takes Ashido's scolding and knows that she’s right. It’s just tough because she feels like it’s been so long and if he liked her, he would have made a move by now. Once everyone finished their drinks, you all headed out to the mall. You spent the day shopping with the girls and found some really cute outfits for work.

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Keigo laid in your bed while he waited to leave your hotel room. He’s resisting the urge to snoop around. He’s not looking for anything specific, he just wants to know more about the things you like.

“I shouldn’t…” he says out loud to himself. He sits up on the bed and places his hand on his face. He was contemplating. If he still had his quirk, he would have done it already. He likes knowing everything.

“Nah, I’ll chill.” He says to himself. He does get up and write a note for you though. He grabs a napkin off the coffee table and grabs a pen from your desk. He starts writing. He was thinking about the night you two shared. Even though it was amazing for the both of you, he knew you had some qualms about it.

‘Y/N , thank you for a great night. Stop by my office in the morning whenever you get to work. I look forward to seeing you again. -Keigo’

***********Next Day***********

“Ohayou Gozaimasu, Y/N. The president would like to see you.”

You were avoiding him. You saw the note he left you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to his office.

“Arigatou Gozaimasu, I’ll be there in a moment.” You respond.

His receptionist bows and leaves your office. You let out a deep sigh and finish typing your email. The truth is you don’t know how you feel about pursuing a relationship with him. You worked so hard to get where you are within the company. It’s not worth losing your position for a man, however you can’t hide from him forever. You get up and check yourself out in the mirror hung up in your office. You were wearing a white blouse with a black vest and black mini skirt. Sheer stockings covered your legs along with ballet flats on your feet.

“I hope he doesn’t make this hard.” You whisper to yourself as you fix your hair.

You walk out of your office and take the elevator up to his, anxiously tapping your foot as you pass each floor. The doors open to his receptionist sitting outside his office.

“I’ll buzz you in.” She says.

You walk up to his office door and open it as you hear the buzzing. Knots started forming in your stomach as you saw him sitting at his desk. His suit jacket was off, so you got to see him in his fitted white button down. He looks up at you and smirks.

“You wanted to see me?” You say closing the door.

“Yes, I thought I made that pretty clear.” He states.

You stood there with nothing to say, unable to make eye contact with his strong gaze.

“What’s up, Y/N? Did I do something wrong? You avoiding me?” He says with concern in his voice.

“No….I’m not avoiding you… I just..” you stammer.

He stands up from his desk and walks over to you. He stands directly in front of you, your bodies a hair's breadth away from each other.

“You just what?” He says under his breath while staring you directly in your eyes.

“I just don’t think…. We should be… seeing each other like this.” You confess as you share a breath with him.

“Yea? Why not?” He softly caresses your face.

“I could lose my job.” His hand slides from your face and down to the collar of your shirt. He pulls your collar to the side to reveal your collarbone. He lets out a chuckle once he sees the hickey he marked you with.

“I wouldn’t let that happen, Y/N. Do you think I would let them fire you?” His voice dropped down an octave as he closed the gap between you two. His hands resting on your waist as he pulls you close to him.

“I don't think you have jurisdiction over that, Mr. President.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving in to his seductive nature.

He smacks his teeth and rolls his eyes at your comment. “I have as much power as they do over your job. I have so much power that they sent you over here to keep tabs on me. Not that I’m complaining.”

He wasn’t wrong, they did send you to as a physical reminder. Your job was to assist the commission on closing the deal with your company, answering any questions they had and helping them fill out any paperwork. You’re meant to be here no more than a few months.

“I’m not keeping tabs on you, Mr. President. I’m here to assist the commission on closing a deal. That’s it.” You say as his hands begin to rub up and down your back.

“Assist is a nice word for rush.” He chuckles. “Be honest with me, Y/N. If seeing me didn’t cost you your job, would you continue seeing me?”

You sat in silence for a moment to think. If you say yes, you know Keigo is the type to run with it. You can already hear him saying, ‘So go out with me.’

“No, I wouldn’t.” You state.

He scoffs and says, “You're such a bad liar, sweetheart. Be honest.”

You roll your eyes and look up at him and say, “If you know the answer, why do I have to say it?”

He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together. “Because I want to hear you say it.”

You push his hand from your face and walk away from him. He smiles at the fact that he’s lowkey pissing you off. You lean up against his desk and say, “I would continue seeing you if my job wasn’t at stake.”

He walks up to you, closing the space between you two once again and says, “That’s all I needed to hear, pretty girl. Don’t worry about your job, it’s not going anywhere. Trust me when I say that, okay?”

You stare into his eyes as he promises you that everything will be okay. You believe him more than you’ve believed anyone.

“Okay.” You mutter as he places his thumb on your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hands grab on your ass as his tongue caresses yours. You placed your hands on his chest, tapping on his firm peck. He stops kissing you and clears his throat.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He says.

You wipe your dark brown lip liner and clear gloss off his lips with your thumb and say, “Don’t get us caught, Mr.President.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now that that’s figured out, can I see you tonight?” He asks.

“I’ll be in touch.” You walk away from him and head to the door.

Here’s part three of the mini series!!! I hope you all are loving it! Part four will have some drama I think.. or more smut, I’m still thinking about it lol!!! Leave comments on how you’re feeling :) love u my little nakidoris ❤️

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See you Later, Mr. President (Part Two)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Warning: pure smut >:3 || MDNI

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Art by: Kadeart

“Really looking forward to this water.” That signature smirk appears on his face once again.

The closer you got to the room, the more intense you felt. It was a mix of excitement, fear and sexual tension. You just don’t know if you’re going to contain yourself. But then again, Keigo wouldn’t be in your hotel at 2 in the morning if you had some sort of self control. Once you get to the room, you open the door. You start to remove your shoes…..and so does he. You both know that he’s not here for water.

“Let me get that water for you.” You say while taking off your jacket.

You walk over to the small kitchen area and bend down to open up the mini fridge placed under the countertop. This gave him a perfect view of your ass. You were a little tipsy and weren’t really thinking about it. All of a sudden, you feel a firm grasp on the plump of your butt.

“Close the fridge, Y/N.” His raspy voice sends a spark down to your center. Your breathing starts to hitch as he continues to rub on your ass. You close the fridge and stand up straight. He gets directly behind you, pressing his bulge on your ass. His hands slide slowly up your torso, stopping to cup both your breasts. He’s leaving butterfly kisses on your shoulder, as he massaged your tits through your dress. You were trying your hardest not to moan.

“Do you want me to stop?” He says as he bites the outer shell of your ear.

For the first time in your life, you were too horny to speak. All you knew was that you wanted his hands between your legs.

“Please don’t.” You whine as he continues to feel you up. He took his time feeling every curve on your body. He pulls your spaghetti straps off your shoulders slowly, letting the dress fall to reveal your breasts.

“Turn around so I can get a good look.” He says in between the kisses he’s leaving on your neck.

When you turn to face him he lets out a moan. He was so captivated by you. He immediately starts kissing on your neck as he pulls you close to him. He was sucking, licking and biting you as if you were something to eat. He lifts you up by your thighs and places you on the countertop behind you. He stood between your spread legs as he massaged your breasts. Both your nipples were in between his fingers.

“Oh fuck.” You squeeze out in between breaths. “I’m so turned on right now.” You say grinding your hips towards him.

“Yea?” He says as he places his thumb on top of your clothed clit. He starts to rub tight circles over it as he pops a titty in his mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull the second you feel his tongue on your nipple. You couldn’t help but moan out his name as you grinded on his hand. He pulls your panties to the side and pushes a finger in you. He gives you what you want, and moves his hand in a rapid back and forth motion. The moans start pouring out of your mouth at this point which fueled his arousal. He presses his forehead to yours and says, “Fuuck, you’re so wet. That's all for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, uhh yea, Keigo.” You whimper looking him directly in his eyes.

He lifts your right leg up on the counter to give himself a better angle. He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter with one hand. He starts fingering you, a bit slower than a minute ago. You grind your hips wanting him to go faster. He loved how much you wanted him because he wanted you just as much. He smirks and says, “I wanna taste you.”

He pulls his fingers out of you to slide your panties off. He gives you a few kisses before he gets on his knees before you. You got a little nervous for a moment with him being so close to your heat like this. He makes direct eye contact with you as he starts lapping at your clit. He slides his fingers into you once again, quickly getting into the same rhythm with his tongue.

“Ah! Right theeeerrreee.” You whine. Your hands immediately push his face closer to your heat. Your pussy starts clenching around his fingers. You grind against his tongue which makes him hum in delight. He starts to move his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, sending you into euphoria.

“Ah, I-I’m so close! Fuuck, Keigo. I c-can’t!” You moan knowing this orgasm is going to change the trajectory of your life.

He groans into your folds and focuses on keeping a consistent rhythm for you to cum. You couldn’t even fathom how he was able to move so fast. In little to no time, that knot in your stomach becomes undone. You cover your mouth as you let out a pornographic moan.

“That’s it, pretty.” He says into your cunt as you cum on him. You covered his face in your juices and it was the hottest thing to him. Once you ride out your orgasm, he stands up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He was wearing a black compression shirt with gold detailing on it underneath his button up. You get off the counter and start kissing him, tasting your juices on his lips.

“See how sweet you taste?” He says unbuckling his belt.

“I do. I bet you're just as sweet.” You flirt while sticking your hand in his briefs to get a feel of him.

You can tell he’s surprised by how forward you’re being.

“Let me take these off for you.” He says freeing his hard member from his briefs.

You weren’t even shocked by how perfect his dick was. He was so hard that it was oozing pre cum. You get on your knees in front of him, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. You run your thumb over the tip making him quiver. You spit in your hand and start stroking his cock. He stares down at you, biting his lip. He was holding back his moans. Seeing him like this turned you on so much. You open your mouth and slowly slide all 8 inches down your throat.

“Ah, fuck.” He throws his head back as you keep him down your throat. You wanted to show him you were skilled too.

You start bobbing your head, not caring that his dick was hitting the back of your throat. He pulls your thick hair back so he can get a clear view of you taking him so well. You had saliva dripping out of the sides of your mouth as you pleased him. He couldn’t believe you gave sloppy wet head like this.

“Oh my god, juuuuussstt like that, baby.” He moans as he pushes your head all the way down on him. Once you start to gag, he slowly pulls you off. You catch your breath and wipe your mouth.

“If you keep going, I’ll cum.” He says catching his breath as well. You both exchange a small laugh. You both take off the rest of your clothes and start making out on the couch.

His hands explore your body once again. He lays you down on your back, pushing your legs apart as he gets in between them. He lines up at your entrance and slowly pushes into you. You moan from the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” He groans as he feels your walls around him.

“It’s been a while…” you say in between moans.

He shifts to his knees and says, “I know what you mean. It’s been a minute for me too but I’ll take care of you.” He starts to rub your clit with his thumb as he slowly pressed into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he slides all the way in. “Ooooo, that’s my girl.” He praises you as he grinds into you deeper.

You couldn’t help but smile and moan as you took his dick. His hands swiftly move to your waist to pull you into him when he thrusted. Your tits bounced with every thrust. The way you were looking at him made him want to rail you but he was trying his best to restrain himself.

“You wanna rail me?” You ask in between moans.

“Yea, so fucking bad.” He murmurs under his breath. It was almost as if you read his mind.

“Yea? Show me.”

He suddenly grabs both your legs and pushes them up to your ears, putting you into a mating press. A throaty moan falls from your lips as he pounds into you.

“Keeiiigooo!!! Fuck!!” You borderline yell. Your nails dig into his thighs as the tip of his dick kisses your g spot. He hisses as you scratch him but he wants to make you squirm.

“You wanted to see, right? Here it is, baby.” He says directly in your ear. He was not holding back on you and you didn’t want him to. You couldn’t believe you were letting the President of Japan’s HPSC fuck you raw. The feeling of your pussy sucking him in was getting to him. He suddenly pulls out and lets out a throaty moan.

“Your pussy is too good. I almost came again.” He confesses.

Is it bad that you want him to come inside you? You have a thing for creampies but is that something you want him to know? I mean he’s already been balls deep in you…might as well.

“You can cum inside of me…if you want…” you say quietly.

“Fuuuuck, really? I’m gonna fill you up then.” He says while adjusting you to lay on your side, resting both your legs on top of each other. You look up at him and say, “Is this how you want me?”

He lets out a “Mhmm…” as he grabs the plump of your ass. He turns his hips just right so he can reach the deepest parts of you. He grabs your ass and thighs to anchor himself as he slides in. He was taking his time at this point, thrusting into you hard and slow. Every thrust was met with a glottal moan from you. You could feel him in your stomach. He looked so alluring from this angle. His chiseled torso and pecks glistened from sweat. You rub your hand down his torso and look up at him with pleading eyes as you moan, “Mnh- you feel sooo good.”

He bends down, placing his hands on each side of your head. “You like that, don't you?” His hot breath fanned against you making you shudder. His pace started to pick up, making it hard for you to answer.

“Come on? Tell me how much you like it, pretty?” His hips crash into yours at a rapid rate. He was overwhelming you with his cock, fucking you absolutley stupid. You grip your nails in the sofa cushion, hoping it would give some sort of stability. The sound of your ass clapping against his hips filled the room. The only thing you could voice to him were inaudible moans.

“Mmmnnnhh, Look at that pussy grabbing onto me, shit! I know you love it, you’re taking me so well.” he says right in your ear. Those words sent you right over the edge. Your breath hitches in your throat as your walls clench around him. Your toes began to curl as you let out a string of moans. You immediately started cumming with no warning. Keigo’s mouth falls into an “o” shape as he feels your walls pulsate around him. He thrusts a few more times making sure he's deep in you as he reaches his orgasm.

“Ugh fuck! I'm cumming too, baby.” he says through his clenched teeth.

Moans flow from both your mouths as he covers your walls with his cum. He puts his full weight on you and wraps you in his arms as you both come down together.

“You okay, Y/N? I went kinda hard on you.” He says out of breath. He slowly slides his cock out of you, causing his cum to leak out of you. He gets up to get you a towel from the bathroom.

“You did but I definitely asked for it.” You go from laying on your side to your back.

“Yea? I’ve been wanting to give it to you for a while now.” He says with a slight laugh. He comes back holding a few wash cloths: two wet, two dry. He hands you a wet one and a dry one. You place the cloth between your legs, ensuring nothing leaks out.

“How long have you wanted to ‘give it to me’ exactly?” You furrow your brows and pout your lips as you watch him clean himself and put on his briefs.

He lets out a chuckle and says, “At first glance I thought, man, she’s cute. By week 2, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He lifts you off the couch in one swift motion, carrying you princess style. “I’m so glad I ran into you tonight, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

WOOOOOAHHHH, I shocked myself with this one 😂 I plan on continuing this little mini series but I have a few other requests to get started on so enjoy this for now!! Happy reading!!!

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Nakidori is a Hawks x FemOC fanfic. There’s smut and fluff, character development, romance, funny moments ETC. you guys should check it out!

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Who is that?

Hawks x Reader

“Who is that?” Keigo says to himself as he pulls away from the current conversation he was having with interviewers.

He’s never had someone grab his attention so abruptly. This woman had a cream colored silk dress on with crystals hanging down her back. Her skin glistened under the jewels and the lights in the ball room. Her hair was in an updo with a few locs framing her face. She was having a conversation with Aizawa. Keigo makes his way over to introduce himself. 

“Aizawa, how are you?” Keigo says interrupting their conversation. 

The mystery woman smiles at him. Aizawa looks confused as if they didn’t have a conversation earlier. 

“I’m still doing fine?” Aizawa replies. 

Ignoring Aizawa’s sarcastic comment, Keigo keeps pushing the conversation. 

“I didn’t know you were bringing someone to this event?” Keigo questions Aizawa. 

“Oh, he didn’t bring me. I’m a new teacher at U.A. this term. Mrs. Y/N. Hero name, Aerial. ” She says holding out her hand to shake his. 

Keigo smiles at the fact that she was not Aizawa’s date AND she’s also not married. He reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Hawks.” 

You smile at him. You both felt instant chemistry with each other. It was so much chemistry that they didn’t notice Aizawa had walked away a few moments ago. 

“Aizawa’s disappeared.” You say looking around the room.

“Yea, he does that. Probably getting a drink or sleeping somewhere. I don’t know what that man does with his time.” Keigo says as he shrugs his shoulders. 

You giggle and say, "that’s too bad. He was suppose to introduce me to more pros.” 

Keigo seems confused by her statement. What other hero would she need to meet? She’s already met the number two hero in Japan.

“Well lucky for you! I happen to know all of them.” Keigo says. 

“Really? And why is that?” You ask. 

She genuinely has no idea who Hawks is… and he LOVES that. 

“Did you just move to Japan???” Keigo asks. 

“Yes…what does that have to do with the question I just asked?” You backtrack. 

“Nothing.” Keigo says bluntly. 

“…..okay…..are you gonna answer my question as to why you know ALL of them?” You backtrack once again. 

“OH! Cuz I’m a hero.” Keigo says as he fluffs up his wings. 

You laughs and say “well, yes… everyone here is either a teacher or a hero and I haven’t seen you on campus this past week so I would assume you’re a hero. That still does not answer my question as to why you know ALL of the heroes.” 

“Oh I’m just active in the community. You know networking and stuff.” Keigo says shutting down her concerns. 

You laugh again. You find him charming but you'd be lying if you said you weren't concerned about his baby face. You're 22 with a baby face as well so can’t make out a clear judgement of his age. 

“So how long have you been a hero, Hawks.” You say redirecting the conversation. 

“Since I was 18. I opened up my own hero agency the same year I started. I’m 23 now.” Keigo says trying to impress her. 

“That’s very impressive. You must be a hardworking man.” You reply hiding your excitement to know that this charming man infront of you is your age. 

“I am. And you?” Keigo says. 

You think about the question for a second. You're very hesitant to give information about herself to people you don’t know. It’s just how you were raised. 

“I started when I was 18 too. I did some hero work in the states and I was music teacher part time to save up to move here! Now I’m 22 and working as a teacher at U.A.” You say. 

“Awh, you were a music teacher? That must’ve been so fun. Do you have a music quirk?” Keigo asks. 

“No, I can control the air around me and in my body. Hence my hero name being Aerial.” You say as you create a tiny tornado on your finger tip. 

“That’s a really impressive quirk. You’re going to make an excellent teacher for the next generation of heroes.” Keigo says genuinely impressed.

You smile and say, “ thank you.” 

Present Mic comes up behind you and taps you on the shoulder.

“So sorry to interrupt but, we need you on stage with the rest of the new teachers. We’re going to introduce you guys.” 

“I’ll head over in a second thank you.” She responds. 

She opens her clutch and hands Keigo a card. 

“I’ve got to go but I hope we can see each other again soon. Reach out if you want a piano or singing lesson, okay?” She says with a smile. 

She shakes Keigo’s hand one more time and walks towards stage. 

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You can read the follow up of this mini series right here.

I'm going to start posting more of my one shots! I have always been a writer that never posts my work but I'm looking to change that. Anyway, here's another Oneshot from a fic I decided to trash. Hope you all enjoy!

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a bird that can't sing.....

Keigo x reader One Shot

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“Sorry for the wait. I’m all yours now.”

“I love this outfit on you.." Keigo blurts out the minute he sees you.

“I’ve never gotten so many compliments from a student before.” You say sitting down at your piano. 

He follows you and stands next to the piano. You play a couple of arpeggios to warm your hands up. Keigo watches in amazment. 

“So what do you wanna work on for your first singing lesson.” You ask him.

Keigo starts to laugh and says,”what if I said I just wanted to hang out with you and didn’t know how to ask you so I took up your offer for a singing lesson?” 

“That’s too bad because I’m already in the mood to teach a lesson.” 

Keigo throws his head back and groans,”UGGGHHHHHHH, fine.” 

“You got yourself into this. We can cut it short and then discuss why you had to LIE to just hang out with me.” you say bluntly. 

He flutters his wings and stands up straight.

“Yes, Mrs. Y/N. Sorry, Mrs. Y/N.” Keigo says. 

“Glad to see your ready. We’re gonna start with matching pitch.”

You start by playing middle C. You look at Keigo to match the pitch you just played. The moment he opens his mouth, he was terribly out of tune. 

“Oh okay.....that was bad.” 

Keigo’s jaw drops and he looks suprised by your statement. 

“Are you this RUDE to your students?” 

“Being honest and RUDE are two different things. Next and last pitch. Making you sing in key is above my pay-grade.” 

Keigo laughs and prepares himself to sing again. You play A3. Keigo is terrible out of tune again. 

“Alright, so....what do you wanna do? You’re just awful.” You say as you stand up from your piano bench. 

“Damn, okay….Watch a movie?” Keigo suggest as he pouts. He's fully acting as if he wanted the singing lesson, which he did not.

“Sure and while we pick a movie...we can discuss your lies.” You saunter over to the kitchem

Keigo follows you and says ,”Are you mad at me?” 

“Yeaaa.” You answer jokingly. 

Keigo pretends to bang his head against the wall and proceeds to get on his knees in front of you. He begs for forgiveness.

“I only lied because I was nervous. You’re just so pretty and gorgeous and cool and I’m so lame for lying. I don’t even like to lie! I panicked but now I’m at your house and we’re about to watch a movie and all is right in the world. Please forgive me. I don’t even deserve to sit next to someone as honest and beautiful as you. I’ll be a good boy from here on out, Mrs.Y/N.” Keigo says exaggeratedly.

Your blushing so hard, you can’t even look him in the eye. The begging, calling himself a good boy, and him being on his knees. He's playing some sort of game.

“Okay,okay just get off my floor. I forgive you. I actually think it’s sweet you went through all this trouble just to spend time with me.” You says. 

Keigo gets off the floor and says,” I meant every word I said. I panicked I just wanted to have a reason to see you.” 

You smile and wraps your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Keigo gets red in the face, feeling your breasts pressed up against his chest. He hugs you back by wrapping his arms around your waist. You both took a moment in time to feel each others warmth. Keigo started to squeeze you tighter and you nuzzled your head in his neck. 

“You’re so warm.” Keigo mumbles. 

His big hands rubbed up and down your back. You were both exhausted and this moment of silence and stillness was something you both appreciated. 

“Is it inappropriate to just ask if we could cuddle and chat in my bed? I’m just really exhausted from the day and I just wanna lay down but I don’t want you to go.” You admit. 

“I’m okay with that. I’m tired too.” Keigo agrees. 

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your bed room where you spent the night getting to know each other and fell asleep in each others arms. 

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A chapter I wrote for a fic I decided to never finish. what can ya dooooo.

Hope you liked it!

Yandere!Hawks x Broken!Reader

Summary: Hawks regrets breaking you.

Warnings: yandere themes, injury mentions, blood mentions, physical and emotional abuse mentions, suicidal ideation, attempt mentions, forced captivity

Word count: 1.1k

The cool glass pressed against your forehead. The nightlife never got boring from up here. The lavish apartment Keigo had kept you in was dark, dinner ice cold on the table by now. He’d warned you it was going to be late by the time he got home, but you decided to wait nonetheless.

He would’ve expected dinner at 6 anyway, late or not. The cameras still watching your every move. You had prepared dinner, as usual, the routine he’d molded you to fit, it was something Keigo credited to you becoming a perfect housewife.

You hated it.

Your previous attempt at finally being free of the cage he’d put you in still throbbed. You were—quite literally—caged in like a common parakeet. It didn’t help that he called you “dove” either. Now, you couldn’t even really breathe properly without threatening to pop the stitches in your back.

You could feel the gashes stretching as you leaned forward against your knees. Keigo’s handiwork serving as a blatant reminder that if you were going to try and fly away, you would have your wings clipped.

Not that you ever had wings in the first place, nor the ability to fly. However, diving headfirst off the balcony was enough of an 'escape' attempt for him to punish you. Two deep gashes on either side of your spine, held together by string and pain. The marks were a reminder that death as a freedom was torn away, the pain being more than you could ever handle.

You couldn’t get out of bed for two days post punishment, the bruises from the beatings adding on to your pain. Keigo made sure to smother you with kisses and care before returning to work, a reminder that his punishment was "for the best".

You didn’t want to try and escape again. Besides, a bird without wings had no reason to leave the cage, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thump on the balcony. A familiar jingle of keys and a jiggle of the door handle, and suddenly he was home.

“Hey there, little dove,” Keigo chirped, discarding his gloves and jacket on the dining chair. His eyes surveyed you, then the room, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner, since it’s probably cold, do you wanna order takeout?”

You stayed quiet, he’d never offered to order anything, always insisting you should cook. Was this a trick?

When you didn’t answer, Keigo strode across the room until he was in front of you. His hand was placed firmly under your chin, yanking your jaw up to meet his gaze.

His hardened features suddenly went soft.

Keigo searched your face for any sign of defiance, any hint that you’d try to hurt him, or yourself, but there was none of that.

“Dove,” Keigo started, “I asked you a question.”

You swallowed roughly, struggling against the position he was holding you in.

“I-it’s ok, I can just remake it.” You offered, trying to push yourself up and off the windowsill.

As soon as you stood he stopped you firmly by your shoulders, still searching your face, your body. To him, something wasn’t right.

“What’s up with you?” He asked blatantly.

You froze, was this another trick question?

“I..” you started, not being able to tear your eyes away from his gaze, “I’m just hurting.”

You answered honestly, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, making you wince.

“It’s ok if you don’t make dinner tonight, dove, we can order in Chinese food or something. A new restaurant just opened up down the street, would you like to try that place?.” He asked softly.

It was your turn to search his face for any hesitation, any sign this was a trick, but there was nothing.

You slowly leaned into his chest, searching for warmth, for any hint of love that would show you he wasn’t upset with you.

Keigo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, careful not to hurt your back any further. This softness was your answer. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

In his mind, Keigo felt bad. Images of you screaming and crying under him as he used his own feathers to cut into your back, only minutes after he had laid several strikes on your entire body. He remembered your sobs for hours after your punishment. Rocking back and forth while he stitched you up and bandaged you until you cried yourself to sleep. Today marked one week since it happened.

Keigo could sense a change in your demeanor since the moment it happened. You were more submissive now. He didn't have to ask you to clean up or make dinner anymore. It was done without asking, often better than he expected.

You clung to him now, afraid of his next move.

"Dove," He started, pulling away from you, "I'm serious this time, we can order food. I know you're not feeling well."

"Keigo, it's fine-"

"Y/n." He shushed you once more. "It's ok."

You accepted defeat, realizing he wasn't going to let up.

"I'll order as soon as we clean you up." His hands slipped under your jacket, tracing over the wounds.

Taking your hands, he gently pulled you towards your shared bedroom. You were instructed to lay face down on the bed, removing your jacket to reveal the array of bandages underneath.

Keigo sent his feathers to retrieve medical supplies while he cut the old bandages off your body.

Both of you were silent as he carefully cleaned up some of the stitching and dried blood. God there was just so much it felt like you were coated in a thick layer of it. It was painful, too. Dealing with gashes that large and so many bruises had Keigo wincing at the sight of his work.

He also took into account how many times you whimpered or winced at his touch. No doubt about it, you really were in pain, so much pain. As he finished rebandaging your back, he took into account the dark bruises that had yet to show any signs of improvement. God, how hard did he hit you?

You didn't really move as Keigo put away the supplies and walked around the bed, laying on the sheets with you. He was on his side, wings hanging off the bed as you stared at each other.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he frowned at you. He pulled you into him gently, letting you cry out whatever you were feeling.

Internally, he hated himself. Keigo didn’t like this new you. There was no fire inside you anymore. He was happy to have a housewife, but not at the cost of you losing yourself.

Keigo wept silently as he held you, realizing how badly he had broken you.

He never intended it to be like this.

you've always wanted to know what it was like to fly but ideally not in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for two weeks.

in which you've been avoiding hawks and he figures it out - prohero!y/n x hawks

it was a beautiful day to have a day off.

the weather was perfect: sunny with a hint of breeze. not too warm for it to be uncomfortable but warm enough for a short-sleeved shirt, you didn't run into any unexpected incidents that suddenly required you to perform any hero work, just wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing but unwinding by yourself. the lunch you had was amazing too, you really ought to go back and try out their other dishes, maybe bring a few friends from the agency too.

it’s just a shame that you have to end the day in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for the past two weeks, feeling your feet dangle helplessly in the air as he carries you securely, albeit, uncomfortably. 

"never knew hawks kidnapped people off the streets during patrol," you muttered, squinting as to combat the wind that was slightly drying your eyes. 

"depends what your meaning of 'random' is because judging by your definition, you mean strangers-" he stops talking when you approach the top of fukuoka tower and the prohero sets you down carefully, although you still stumble.

your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the exhilaration of soaring through the air was slowly seeping out of your bloodstream. although you really couldn't tell if it was flying at the ridiculous height that was freaking you out or if it was just the natural effect hawks seemed to have on you. damn that pretty bastard.

he continues his previous statement "-you and i both know we're not strangers. so what gives? why are you acting like we are all of a sudden?"

you cling on to the hand rails of the tower. heights wasn't much of a challenge but with the man you've been pining over ever since you first met him? you might need a second.

you met hawks when your agency and his had formed an alliance and it just so happened that your assistants assigned your patrol times to align. hawks was the number 2 hero and you were eager to learn how he went about his day-to-day, hoping for some help on how to boost your own rating up whilst learning how he manages an agency at his young age. he entered the prohero industry not too long before you but given your similar ages, he definitely had a headstart so when the opportunity to collaborate together came, you jumped at the chance.

what you hadn't taken into consideration however, was the extent of his charming personality and how easy it was to get along with the wing hero.

patrols were fun, full of laughter and jokes whilst competing in friendly competitions in who could save more civilians and apprehend more villains. sure, you shouldn't be goofing around on the job but nobody had to know.

adding in hawk's good looks, it did not take long for you to fall ass first for him.

your first instinct was to keep about your interactions but eventually the pining got too much that you figured out ways to avoid him where possible. meetings were meetings, but patrol times? your sacred little pockets of moments together? those could be minimised.

you took on late nights, all the way into the early morning unlike the usual afternoon schedule you'd established for the longest time.

and the act worked! for two weeks that is because now you're standing in front of hawks who has swept you off the street and brought him to his favourite place in the city.

this sucked.

he looked perfect in the golden hour too, honey illuminating his skin with a gentle glow that only enhanced how irresistible of a man hawks is.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing gives," you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible, excusing your nervous movements by pretending it was the wind blowing in your eyes uncomfortably.

hawks scoffs, "yeah sure, just like how you're giving me nothing."

you can't resist the pout from creeping on your lips. "is that why you kidnapped me off the street? to ask what's wrong? you could've just stopped me instead of flying off like i'm some worm for you to feed your baby chicks."

"haha, real funny. bird jokes," he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

"you know you like them."

"not as much as i'd like it if you told me what was actually up with you. taking patrols at midnight? seriously? i know you like your sleep."

"personal matters," you lie. although, it wasn't really a lie - it was personal, the way he made you feel was absolutely personal.

"what about today? why didn't you tell me you were off today because we could've hung out and visited that farmer's market i know you like."

you shrug, "thought never occurred to me."

he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "okay, then why wouldn't you tell me your hours were changing? i wouldn't mind picking up some nights," he asks, bottom lip poking out a little as a he furrows his brows.

you put your head in your hand, "no- that would've been, nevermind."

"tell me," he pleads. "it would've been what?"

you hate the way he's looking at you with so much passion and intensity that it wants to make your heart lurch out of your chest and right into his hands. this would be so much easier if he just-

fuck it. "it would have defeated the purpose."

"so you’re avoiding me on purpose then. did i do something wrong? cause if i did-"

"no!" you exclaim suddenly, tone full of exasperation and desperation, conveying the frustration you've been feeling the past two weeks into one sudden syllable. it actually takes hawks by surprise because he stumbles back a little and there's a moment of silence where you're just gauging for each other's reactions. "i mean- no, you didn't do anything wrong, and that's the frustrating part."

you continue with little space for him to intercept, "it's just, oh what the fuck, i know i shouldn't be saying this because it's totally unprofessional and-"

"out with it, y/n."

"-i like you.”

the air choked at your sudden confession and hawks’ expression says it all, morphing into one of shock - wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth before transforming into a wide smirk. you look away and cross your arms, which was a defense mechanism that hawks definitely picked up on. after spending so much time with you, how could he not have? 

he leans against the pole of the tower, suaveness oozing off him as if he wasn’t just frantically asking you what was wrong with you, “how much do you like me?” he asks, smugness evident in his tone.

you cover your eyes, “if i do not see, i do not perceive, go away.”

his laughter rings through your ears and you peek at him by separating your fingers slightly, “oh come on, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about-”

“yes there is! i have a crush on you and you’re literally the most embarrassing person in the world! being associated with you is embarrassing enough!”

he clenches his chest in faux-pain, “that one hurt, you should consider your words more carefully y/n, it’s a wonder how you won a bachelors like me.”

you give him a look of defeat as the words he just uttered registers in your head. “stop playing, this is serious.”

“you just called me embarrassing to be around!”

“because you are!”

hawks raises a brow at you, “number two hero not good enough for you? i’ll shoot for number one next time, then will you finally not be embarrassed enough to go on a date with me?”

oh god, this was a mess. “no, no, i suppose a date with you now is good enough.” 

“good enough?” hawks parrots before sighing with a shrug, “i’ll take it.”

“that came out wrong because i’m still seriously trying to believe that you’re not pulling my leg,” you point your finger in his chest, “you seriously like me back?”

“and i want to take you out on a date. tonight.”

“yes, let’s do it. tonight it is then.” 

“even if i’m the number two hero?”

“because you’re the number two hero. it’s the only impressive thing about you.”

“you’re the one who has a crush on the number two hero.”

you laugh heartily, wrapping an arm around him whilst doing so. he hugs you back instinctively with a big, warm smile plastered on his face. if you weren't so nervous you would've seen how smitten the look in his eyes were, “i guess i am. can you bring me back to the ground now, number two? i think the civilians should see that their local hero didn’t just kidnap a stranger from the ground.”

“they’ll know when they recognise you as their favourite, local hero. besides, it lets them know you’re off the market now, so good."

Hey everyone I just want try to post this fanfic I’ve made. I wanted to try learning to promote it and this was one idea I had. Not sure how well it will work.