*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*

Chapter Twenty-Six: Invitation

Misaki turned as Hawks made his way over to her in long, purposeful strides, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck as he reached her. His hands reached around her hips to grip her behind and he effortlessly lifted her against him without breaking stride. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the rest of the way to the bed before turning around to sit on the edge. She tilted her head to the side and leaned in to kiss him, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue over his as it slipped inside. She moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips against his as a flash of heat exploded in her loins.

It had been almost two weeks since they'd last been intimate and she was definitely feeling the need to release some pent-up sexual frustration. Just touching herself was like striking a match compared to the raging bonfire their shared passion could become. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, she lifted herself up onto her knees and softly broke the kiss. Pulling her arms back from around his neck, she cupped his face in her hands and stared down at him from for a moment from behind hooded lids. Reaching around to remove his hands from her behind, she sensuously slid off of his lap onto her knees in front of him while simultaneously dragging his gloves off of his hands.

Never breaking eye contact, she placed her hands on his knees and guided his legs to part, settling herself between them as she trailed her hands up his thighs. He slid his coat off and leaned back on his hands, watching her make quick work of unfastening his belt and the clasps of his pants. Her fingers curled around the edges of his lower coverings and began dragging them down over his hips and down his legs. She swiftly divested him of everything below the waist before trailing her hands back up his thighs.

She leaned forward, pushing his shirt up a bit to place a kiss on his lower abdomen before tracing a path with her lips down to his half hard length. Her wet mouth loosely covered him, lubricating him with her saliva before pulling back. She slid a hand up his inner thigh to gently grip his cock, moving it upward to roll over the tip in a steady grinding motion as she slid her tongue down the underside to lick and suck gently on his base and sack. He let his head roll to rest against his shoulder, his hooded eyes watching her every move as his chest rose and fell with light, panting breaths. A soft sigh left him as her hot, wet mouth closed around his fully hardened shaft and she slid down to take him in deep.

She moved her head up and down leisurely in his lap, sucking and licking at his length as her hands on his inner thighs massaged his legs in time with the rise and fall of her mouth over his length. He lifted a hand to gently cup the back of her head and tangle his fingers in her soft, dark hair. She alternated the slow and steady drag of her tongue every so often, pausing on an upward stroke to concentrate her attention on his tip briefly while stroking his base with her hand before taking him into her mouth again, sucking him down to the back of her throat and resuming her long, languorous strokes.

He'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good. Misaki had always been receptive and attentive when going down on him. But damn was she taking her sweet time. Every time he'd try to urge her into a quicker pace with his hand on the back of her head, she'd pull back, distracting him by focusing on the sensitive skin of his tip before sucking him back down her throat. It was almost maddening how she seemed to be playing a game of seesaw with his pleasure, pushing him up to the edge for just a moment before letting him fall right back down.

"Misa-chan," he groaned, "We're gonna be here all night if you keep that up."

Her heady gaze lifted, holding his eyes with hers as she lowered her mouth over him as far as she could, nearly taking his entire length inside. Her throat constricted around him and she gagged a little before flattening her tongue against him and sucking hard, slowly drawing her mouth back off of his length. She began rapidly rolling her tongue over his glans inside her mouth and he dropped his head back against his shoulders, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan as he shuddered at the unexpected assault of sensation, just before she pulled away from him entirely. His eyes shot open and his head snapped up, his wide eyes watching her stand and back up a few paces.

She held his stunned gaze with her hooded eyes as she lifted her hands to her hips and began dragging her panties down her legs. She stood back up slowly, tracing a hand up the inside of her thigh to her core and sliding her middle finger between her soft, pink folds, moving it back and forth a couple of times. Her already hooded eyes drifted into a salacious squint, her mouth opening to pull the edge of her lower lip between her teeth as her other hand rose to crook her index finger in a come-hither gesture.

He hit his knees before her in an instant, his hands reaching around her to reclaim purchase on her behind as he placed an openmouthed kiss on the skin of her lower abdomen. One of her hands drifted up her body to grip her breast while the other rested against the top of his head, her fingers slipping through his wild tresses as he nipped and sucked at her lower belly.

Her eyes slowly drifted closed and a deep gasp left her lips when he dipped his head to slide his tongue over her core, cleaving through her lower lips before crooking to flick the tip against her clit. He heard her moan as he flattened his tongue against her before sucking her sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. He rolled his tongue against her bud a few times before releasing it, gliding the muscle firmly but gently over the surface before sucking it back into his mouth again.

Her hips began to steadily rock as a few panting moans started spilling from her lips and she dropped her hand from her breast to brace herself against his shoulder. His hands remained firmly locked on the cheeks of her behind, gently squeezing and releasing in time with the movements of her hips. But he didn't change the pace of his tongue sliding over her core. The sound of her frustrated laughter reached his ears as she braced both of her hands against his shoulders and leaned over him. He stared up at her wittingly and pulled his head back, releasing her from his mouth with a short flick of his tongue against her clit.

"Alright, alright, I give! I'm sorry..." She cupped the side of his face, gazing down at him apologetically.

He leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lower belly. "Not as much fun when you're the one left hanging, is it?"

"You made your point, I'm a jerk," she sighed in acquiescence as she softly rand her fingers through his hair at his temple.

He accepted her apology by resuming his attentions on her core with his mouth, this time adding a couple of fingers to the mix. Her head rolled back as his digits invaded her depths, sliding in deep to rub against her g-spot. She panted out a moan, leaning forward to brace her hands against his shoulders again and rocking her hips in time with the motions of his fingers inside her. He sucked her clit back into his mouth and rolled his tongue against it in swift, steady motions, guiding her pleasure relentlessly toward the precipice.

While he was keeping her distracted with her pleasure, he went to work on taking care of his own. If she wanted to play games with his gratification, he'd just take it for himself. Running his fingers through some of the slickness coating her inner thighs, he reached down with his other hand and closed his slickened fingers around his hard shaft. He rubbed his hand over his length in quick, purposeful strokes, hoping to time his own release to coincide with hers, which he could feel from her reactions was rapidly approaching.

Her breaths left her body in panting sighs and airy moans, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out over her skin as she neared her peak. Tremors wracked her body and her spine suddenly bowed, throwing her head back against her shoulders as she shattered apart with a cry. He flattened a few of his feathers against her back to hold her up when her legs gave out and she hung there for a moment, staring at the ceiling while panting for breath as small tremors cascaded through her limbs. Pulling his mouth and hand away from her core, he dropped his forehead to rest against her lower abdomen as his own release crested. He groaned under his breath, reaching his freed left hand down to catch his ejaculation in his palm.

Resting his eyes for a moment, he sent a couple of feathers over to the nightstand to grab a few tissues from the box sitting on top of it to clean off his hand before standing and wrapping his arms around the woman hanging contentedly in the air in front of him. He softly brushed his lips across her chest and neck as her arms rose to wrap around his shoulders and she lifted her head to nuzzle her face into the side of his neck. They stood there just holding each other for a long moment while they basked in the afterglow. When she began to recover a bit, she trailed her hand down his torso to cup his shaft. Her eyes flew open and she gasped in shock when her fingers closed around his slick, semi-flaccid length. She pulled back to stare questioningly into his eyes.

"Looks like we came together," he smirked back at her before leaning in to kiss her softly.

She smiled against his lips. "Cheater. You're not supposed to get yourself off while I'm distracted."

He shrugged and the edges of his mouth tilted upward in a cocky grin. "I'll let you watch next time."

He reached down suddenly to lift her into his arms, carrying her bridal style over to the bed and laying her gently on top of the sheets in the middle of the expansive mattress. He removed his shirt before sliding in next to her and draping himself against her side. Her head rolled toward him on the pillow and he leaned in to brush his lips against hers softly. Her hand rose to cup his face as the kiss gradually deepened into a slow and languid brushing of lips and tongues.

The hand that had been resting over her lower abdomen began to draw lazy circles over her belly before slowly drifting lower. She jumped, cringing a bit, and sucking in a sharp breath when his finger pressed gently against her over sensitized clit, still thrumming from her earlier release. He slid his hand away from her center and she relaxed, opening her mouth to tangle her tongue with his again as he moved his hand down to draw his fingers softly over the skin of her inner thighs.

What seemed like hours passed of his slow and patient stroking of his hands and mouth over her sensitive skin before she reached down to wrap her fingers around his newly hardened manhood. Taking that as a sign that she was ready to continue, he trailed his hand back up her thigh to her core. This time when he pressed his finger against her bud, she gasped in pleasure. He slowly circled her clit with the pad of his middle finger, matching his strokes with the pace of her hand sliding over his shaft.

He gently nipped at her lips before drawing her into a deep, passion filled kiss. Her hips started rocking slowly, and her hand gradually picked up the pace of her stokes. He slid his finger down through her folds and into her depths, adding a second on the subsequent inward motion as she moaned approvingly into his mouth. He pushed them deep into her hot, wet core, flattening the base of his palm against her clit and rubbing firmly against it with every pulse of his fingers in and out of her. Her hips began to rock more insistently, and she moaned wantonly into his mouth as she tightened her grip on him, moving her hand in short, jerky motions meant to bring him to release.

He released her lips and gasped against her mouth, "Get a condom."

She opened her eyes to stare at him hazily as she reached her free hand over to the nightstand drawer, fishing around inside for a moment before pulling out a small foil square. She held it out to him and he leaned over, ripping the edge open with his teeth before telling her, "Put it on."

Swallowing heavily, Misaki removed the condom from the package with her middle and index fingers, tossing the wrapper onto the floor before reaching down to roll the thin slip of latex over his hardened length. She didn't really have much practice at this; he was usually the one to take care of this part, but laying on his side left him with access to only one hand, which was currently preoccupied with pleasuring her.

She gasped and trembled, pausing halfway through the motion of rolling on the condom when a particularly distracting wave of pleasure washed over her. He shifted his weight, lifting himself up to kneel between her legs while rolling the condom the rest of the way down with his now freed left hand. Sliding his fingers out of her, he lifted both of her legs to rest against his shoulders as he leaned over her. He entered her swiftly in one deep stroke, his hips slapping audibly against hers.

She cried out, one hand pushing against his collarbone while the other flew up to hover over her mouth. The angle of that one thrust, with her legs held taught against him as he leaned over, drove with pinpoint accuracy right into her g-spot. Tears sprang into her eyes, broken cries falling from her lips with every thrust and she involuntarily thrashed against the mattress every time he pounded against her pleasure center. She pushed against him while clutching at his shoulders, clenching her teeth, and shuddering hard. Wrenching sobs began to well up from deep in her chest as an all-consuming pleasure like she'd never felt before blossomed inside her gut before settling in her thrumming clitoris.

Her eyes snapped open wide and she dropped one of her hands, reaching down and pressing her fingers against her hood in an effort to hold back... What, she wasn't quite sure, as she entreated him brokenly between her sobbing cries, "Keigo, wait—!"

He reached up and grabbed her wrist, removing her hand from his shoulder and placing it beside her head against the pillow. Leaning into her a bit more, he sharply increased the speed of his thrusts. She cried out again, snapping her head back and he released her wrist to cup her neck, shushing her gently, "It's okay, Misa-chan. Just let it come."

Her head thrashed from side to side and she wailed, "No, stop! It's coming out!"

He blinked, dropping his eyes to where their bodies were joined, and he immediately noticed that she was holding herself. He had about a half a second to consider that, along with the meaning of her insistent cries, before she suddenly screamed and arched against him. He winced when her inner muscles clamped down on him tighter than he'd ever felt before and her release suddenly came gushing out of her.

His eyes widened in shock and he sharply halted his thrusts. Rising up, he let her legs fall off of his shoulders and he reached down to remove her hand from her center, watching in fascination as she ejaculated. Clear, thin liquid flowed out of her in a stream, not quite enough to saturate the sheets beneath them but enough to know it was more than her normal vaginal discharge. She'd probably caught most of it with her hand, but it trickled freely now, flowing down over her pelvis to pool in and around her navel. His eyes shot up to her face and he gasped suddenly, shocked at the sight of her tear-stained cheeks, and upset eyes.

Her chest heaved as she let out a broken sob, covering her face with her hands and gasping in mortification, "I'm so sorry!"

"Misa-chan!" He called out as he reached up to grab her wrists and pull her hands away from her face. "Hey, it's okay!"

She squeezed her eyes shut as she turned her head away, sobbing, "I tried to stop it!"

"Look at me," he gripped her chin gently and turned her face back toward him. "You didn't wet yourself, you ejaculated."

She blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes, before swallowing heavily and asking in shocked confusion, "What?"

"Congratulations, Misa-chan, you're a squirter!" He jokingly replied with a short chuckle, expecting to be told off for making light of her situation.

To be honest, he was actually kind of impressed. He'd never had any sort of inclination toward that particular fetish, but he had to admit, experiencing it with her was pretty amazing. The way she'd clamped down on him like a vice while still remaining so incredibly slick; the sound of her screams and the sight of her thrashing against the sheets as she had come harder than ever before. He finally understood the appeal.

Relief cascaded across her face and her hands rose to cup over her nose and mouth, her eyes sliding closed as her head fell back against the pillow and she sighed, "Oh, thank god..."

He laughed out loud and dropped his head to rest his forehead against hers. She joined him a second later, laughing behind her hands to release the tension. He lifted himself up on his forearms, staring down at her affectionately as her arms dropped to the sides of her head on the pillow, revealing a rare, wide smile stretched across her face.

He glanced down into her eyes with a slightly sheepish look and asked, "Sorry, Misa-chan, but do you think you can bear with me a little longer?"

Her expression flashed with confusion briefly before her eyes widened in recognition. "You haven't—!" She reached up and cupped her hands around the sides of his neck, entreating, "Yes, of course!"

"Just relax," he said with a pliant grin and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Sitting back, he lifted her hips and pulled them up into his lap, letting her legs lay limply on either side of him. Keeping a firm grip on her waist, he leaned back and began to steadily thrust up into her. The angle barely brushed over her g-spot on the inward stroke, not enough to be overpowering after her dynamic release a moment ago, but enough to keep her inner muscles tightening around him from the pleasure. She was so incredibly wet, he had to keep his thrusts tight and shallow in order to keep from slipping out of her.

Her hands clenched the pillow next to her head and she arched her lower back, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. His eyes drifted up to stare into hers from behind hooded lids and he began upping his speed every few strokes until he eventually outpaced her. She relaxed back against the mattress and he leaned forward to hover over her, releasing her waist and bracing himself up on his hands next to her ribs. He felt her insides begin to flutter around him after a few strokes, her small, panting moans increasing in volume and insistency as she started to shudder underneath him.

Sensing that she was getting close to coming again, he reached down to grip her thighs under her knees and pushed them up toward her chest, leaning against her heavily as he pounded into her fast and hard. Her hands clutched at his arms, her fingernails digging into his biceps and she threw her head back, crying out as her second gushing release came raining out over both of them unhindered. He let out a low groan, slowing his movements to a deep grind for a few strokes as he ejaculated inside her impossibly tight, quivering cavern before stilling completely.

He slid out of her slowly, reaching down to remove the dripping condom and dispose of it in the trash bin next to the bed. He rolled them over onto the other side of the mattress while sending a few feathers into the bathroom for a couple of towels. He laid one of them out over the side of the bed that was soaked with her release, pressing it into the mattress with his feathers. Sitting up on his haunches between her legs, he used the other towel to carefully dry them both off.

After sending the used towel to the laundry basket, Hawks collapsed onto his stomach next to Misaki on the bed and groaned into the pillow, "That was amazing."

She rolled over onto her side to face him, wrapping her leg around his and running her hand up from the small of his back between his wings. He turned his head to face her, catching her pleasantly exhausted gaze with his own and prompting her to ask, "What?"

"How do you feel?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow half of his face was covered by.

She took a deep breath before a languid smile stretched across her face and she replied, "Numb... But good."

He grinned, sliding his eyes closed and turning his face back into the pillow. "Good."

Hawks leaned back against the headboard of Misaki's bed the next morning, scrolling through the HN on his phone. He glanced over at the bathroom door, wondering to himself what was taking her so long. She'd been in there for almost five minutes and he couldn't hear or sense any movement from behind the closed door.

"You alright in there?" He called out hesitantly.

She opened the door a minute later, her rosy cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She kept her eyes trained firmly away from his as she shifted nervously and told him, "It's a little... Oversensitive, right now. It kind of hurts... To pee."

His immediate reaction to her admission was to laugh, but he checked the impulse with a bit of effort, shooting her a half grin, half grimace instead. "Ah, sorry about that..."

They had gone another couple of rounds after her squirting incident last night, once in the bathtub and again on the dry side of the bed before they had finally fallen asleep. He couldn't really say he as all that surprised to hear that her intimate areas were a little overstimulated at the moment.

She crawled back into bed next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder and her back against the headboard. "It's probably a good thing that you're headed back to Fukuoka today. I don't think I'm even gonna wanna think about being touched for the next few days."

The levity left his face as he looked back down at his phone and his tone was somber as he said, "It's probably gonna start getting a lot busier after today."

Noticing his tone, she turned her head to look up at him in concern, asking, "What is it?"

"Bulletin message on the HN. About All Might's official retirement," he solemnly replied.

They both shared a moment of silence. It wasn't like he had ever really been a big All Might fan, not like so many other heroes and citizens had been for so many years. But he couldn't deny the impact the man had had on society, nor the impact his sudden retirement was likely to have. He was already seeing it in the message boards on the HN and throughout social media. The outpouring of support for the emaciated Number One Hero didn't quite overshadow the sense of anxiety that lurked just beneath the surface. Once the novelty of the battle at Kamino started to wear off, that anxiety was likely to start getting a lot worse.

"The League of Villains..." Misaki trailed off next to him.

"What's up?" He inquired quizzically as he glanced down at her from the corner of his eye.

"After the raids, it's like they completely vanished. We had so few leads on their whereabouts to begin with. It was pretty much luck that led us to stumble upon their base in Kamino," she replied, looking down.

"It wasn't all luck," he said, turning his head to look down at her. "It was your quick thinking and swift reaction to finding Kurogiri in that alley in Hosu that led the police to investigate the Kamino area. I'm sure the Commission is already working on a plan to track down the remaining members."

"A task force was put together in order to track down the League after Hosu, led by Detective Tsukauchi and Gran Torino. I just wonder if it's enough," she said, her brows drawing together. "We recovered about a dozen of those bioengineered Nomu from the warehouse raid, but there's no way to know if that was all of them. There was already a sense of unrest in society thanks to the Hero Killer, and now with All Might out of the picture... The longer the League of Villains remains at large, the harder it's going to become to put the people at ease."

She wasn't wrong. In fact, she'd hit the nail right on the proverbial head. The nation was already reeling from all of the publicity Stain's "Hero Revivalism" rhetoric had been getting since his arrest in Hosu. And ever since people had begun drawing connections between them and the Hero Killer, the League of Villains had evolved from being a group of minor thugs into a haven for those who sought to overthrow the status quo. They were growing out of control, both in the level of villains they'd managed to recruit and as a serious threat to society.

Misaki smirked ruefully, letting out a small chuckle before commenting, "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, Number Two."

He huffed out a short laugh and she raised her head to look up at him, asking, "What's funny?"

He grinned amusedly and shook his head. "Nothing. Just imagining how Endeavor is feeling now that he's finally become Number One."

Misaki grimaced. "Something tells me he's probably less than thrilled... He seems like the type to want to earn it himself, you know?"

Hawks raised an eyebrow at her, his expression somewhat impressed as he stared down at her from the corner of his eye and said, "Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not perceptive, Misa-chan."

She just shook her head with a small smile, reaching her hands up over her head in a tight stretch as she said, "I have to start getting ready to go."

"Yeah, me too." He turned, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, and saying over his shoulder, "I gotta stop by the Commission on my way back anyway, I'll take you in."

He'd gotten a message from the President's private line, asking him to stop by headquarters as soon as possible while Misaki had been in the toilet earlier. Knowing he'd have to get going soon was what had prompted him to inquire about how she was doing in there. He didn't want to have to leave without at least telling her goodbye to her face.

She draped her arms around his neck from behind, laying against his back between his wings as she planted a quick kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, "Thanks."

He grinned, reaching up a hand to rest over her arm and turning his head to softly kiss her on the lips.

A half an hour later, Misaki opened the door to the President's office and announced, "Madam President, Hawks is here to see you."

The President turned to her secretary and nodded. "Send him in."

She held the door open for Hawks to enter.

He walked by with his hands behind his head, winking at her as he tossed her a cheeky grin and quipped, "Thanks, Misa-chan!"

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she turned away and shut the door behind her.

"Hawks. That was fast, even for you," the President greeted him as he walked over.

"I happened to be in the area when I got your message. So, what's up?" He shrugged, dropping his hands into his pockets, and addressing the two Safety Commission executives standing in front of the wall of windows.

The President fixed him with a stony expression as she said, "We have an important undercover assignment for you."

Hawks raised an eyebrow in interest. "Is that so?"

Without even turning away from looking out the window, Shadou said, "Infiltrate the League of Villains, Hawks."

- Author Note Section -

I couldn't help it! Another one of those open ended plot points I just slid Misaki right on into... I mean, Hawks had to have heard about the task force team from somewhere, right? I was so excited to finally see the meeting scene animated! I can't wait for the rest of the season!

As always, thank you so much for reading!

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