Rating: R18+ (NSFW). Explicit sex scene towards the latter half so be warned!

Birds of a Feather Collection

Not a One Time Affair

— After a passionate night, you find the Winged Hero that left you the morning after at a party. You haven't been able to forget about him and apparently, you're not the only one.

Six times.

You'd noticed Hawks meet your gaze six times now over the course of half an hour. And since you arrived at the gala in celebration of the announcement of the new top ten heroes of Japan two hours ago, it'd been a total of fifty-seven. At this point, you didn't know who was crazier; him for staring that long or you for having kept count.

Taking a full swig of your champagne glass, effectively chugging your fifth glass of the night, you leave it on a table before turning on your heels towards the ladies' room. Surely some cold water would help rid your head of unnecessary, and rather vulgar, thoughts. Closing the door behind you once there and you thanking the heavens for it being empty, you quickly turned the faucet on, moistened some paper towels, and dabbed them against your skin. Whatever part of your upper skin your dress left uncovered felt warm to the touch, and the cool, wet towels soothed the heat coming off from it. They did little to quell the craving tearing her sensible mind asunder.

It'd been a couple of weeks since you last saw or talked to him. After that incident at another party that he coincidentally also attended where you two spent a rather salacious night at your place in a half-drunken stupor, you never thought to hear from him again. You expected to see him–how couldn't you, he was the number two hero now–but not this soon. Not when even days after you could still feel his large hands roaming every inch of your body, still see through your drunken haze the way he took in every part of you with his gaze, and still tasted the bitter-sweetness of his lips on yours as he devoured you whole. One night with him had been enough to ingrain the hero into your mind much more effectively and permanently than any lousy advertisement ever hoped to accomplish. Hawks had seared himself onto every bit of you that night, and promptly left the next morning without saying a word. It hit hard, a damn jackhammer's worth actually, but you convinced yourself that surely that was the norm in his life; to have any woman he wanted turn to putty with his charm and have them anyway he wanted. You'd been the fool for falling for it and then twice as much of an idiot for thinking the night would amount to anything more.

Hawks was a hero. You were nothing but a plain little nobody that just happened to be at the right place on the right time. Tonight was no different. Letting that settle into your head took a couple minutes but once done, you left, intent on getting through the night without thinking much of it. With your mind so focused on that and with the hallways as dim lit as they were, you failed to notice that there had been someone waiting around the corner for you until a vast wing spread fully across effectively blocking you from moving forward. It took you longer to remember to breathe than it did to recognize that gorgeously sleek, crimson wing.

Spinning on your heels to see him then though proved a terrible, not-at-all thought out idea when you lost your balance on your six inch heels. Your ankle twisted a bit at the sudden turn but before you could completely fall and make an utter fool of yourself, a strong pair of arms broke your fall. One held firmly onto your forearm while the other caught you by your waist, bringing you a little closer to him as his wings folded inward to safely embrace you against him.

"Whoa there." His voice was quieter than you remembered it, like he wanted to force you to lean closer to hear him better. His chuckle–raspy, frisky, and just a tad bit haughty–tickled your ear and you only just felt it rumble through his chest where your hand now laid sprawled against the silk of his dress shirt. "Don't go falling for me that hard."

The cheekiness of his words reminded you of the bitter, sobering thought you had at the restroom.

He's a hero, and I'm nothing but a one night stand.

Pulling away from him worked only up to where his wings allowed it as they encased you in a cocoon of nothing but Hawks. A small space full to the brim with his musky cologne and enticing warmth. No, you told yourself, I can't fall for this again. You mustered what mental strength you could to turn the edges of your lips into a smile. Not a personal one, but a cordial one at best.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft in fear that anything higher would betray you. Reaching up to a few strands of your hair that tickled at your cheek meaning to brush them behind your ear proved the wrong move when you felt his fingers brush against yours. Hawks took the strands of your hair and did what you meant to, his eyes fixed on your face as a whole even when you lifted yours to meet his gaze.

Even after he settled the strands in their proper place, his hand remained aloft near your face, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. For a moment when he touched you, you forgot to breathe. A little half smile ghosted his lips–one of the few parts of him that you knew was so soft and tender and sweet–before he spoke, his voice breathy.

"You look beautiful."

'Thanks' you screamed in your mind so it would make your lips say those words. But the two ignored, listening instead to what beat furiously fast in your chest and threatening to burst out of it.

"You do too." For a second you didn't think about what you said. When you finally did your cheeks flushed and you stuttered to correct yourself. "H-Handsome, I mean. You l-l-look handsome too."

"Didn't know you'd be here," he said after letting out a breezy chuckle at your attempt to fix your mix up. He brushed his own hair back but all that did was let ashen blond locks fall wildly around his face, finely framing it. But not even how damn hot he looked in his black suit and red silk dress shirt let what he said go by unnoticed. To you, Hawks sounded disappointed, like he hadn't wanted to see you there at all. But that dark cloud of thoughts brewing over your head cleared a little at what he said next. "I would've brought you myself had I known."

Utterly perplexed, you lifted your head to blinked owlishly at him with only a single word escaping your lips, "What?"

Before he even could think of something to say, you found yourself stepping back, head tilted somewhat to one side, and finding more to say.

"But…I thought what happened–well, that night, I thought it'd be just, you know…a one time thing."

Hawks groaned a little his wings shifting to return behind him as he rubbed the back of his head like a guilty child after they broke something. "Well, I'll be frank with you. That's what it was supposed to be. I was a little gone when we hooked up and I know it was dickish of me to leave like that without saying anything, but I didn't want to get caught in a mess if people saw me there."

Hearing that felt like a punch to the gut. You hadn't been to far off with what you thought at first. Of course Hawks would care more about his image. It was only natural.

"But…"

The way he dragged the word made you heart beat come to a painfully slow crawl as you clung to every word. Suddenly his amber gaze turned to you and what you saw in them, though you couldnt quite describe it, was breathtaking. Not because it was him but because of the way he took you in so intensely, as if wanting to recall every little part of you.

"I couldn't forget about you. It's strange, really, 'cause that hasn't ever happened before. Anytime I tried, you'd just come back full force into my mind." Leaning back and pocketing his hands, he gave you a smile that actually reached his eyes. How odd, you thought, that you could tell a real smile from a fake one just from the slight tinge of forlorn his real one gave off. "It took me a few days but I can't help but think that…maybe you're more than just a one night stand."

When all you did was stare completely dumbfounded at his words. his demeanor changed. Out of the blue, Hawks' face turned a darker shade, a slight red that you managed to somehow make out in the dim lighting, and the feathers of his wings bristled somewhat as he averted his gaze from yours while tugging at the collar of his suit jacket to hide his face in vain. A flustered Hawks was cute, you admitted to yourself, but knowing you'd have to correct the misunderstand soon lest he die of embarrassment first, you reached out to one of his wings. The closest to you was his right that had slowly crept outwards from behind him to hover just over your side. Your fingers touched the downy feathers, something you vaguely recall sweeping tortuously slow across your bare skin, and toyed with them between your fingers.

"I'm glad," you said softly while smiling, "At least I know now I wasn't the only crazy one with that feeling."

Now his turn to blink in confusion, he let go of his jacket's collar to fully look at you. "Wait. You too?"

You nod and you feel his wing come closer to your hand and further behind you, gingerly touching you back. "I kept trying to tell myself to let it go because, hey, it'd never happen anyways. Right? You're a hero, the second best and beloved by all of Japan, and I'm…me."

All of a sudden, the gentle touch behind you pushes you forward into Hawks waiting arms and he holds you tenderly if a little tight against him.

"You make it sound like I'm settling for something I shouldn't be settling for."

You return his honesty in kind. "I am."

He let out a chuckle again and this time, when he pulled backs, he does so briefly before leaning down to meet your lips with his. He parts just long enough to whisper against you lips, "You couldn't be more wrong." Hawks didn't let you say anything and captured your lips again to continue were he left off. The kiss is tender at first, his lips warm and soft like you remember them being, but then he becomes a bit more forceful. He bites it lightly at your lower lip a few times until you give him what he's asking for and part your lips slightly. That's all he needs.

His tongue slid into your mouth and the warmth of it against yours is heavenly. You can taste the champagne you both have drunk during the night and it intoxicates you further. As you kiss, his hands lower from your back to your waist and he slowly walks you to the nearest wall around the corner. Pressing you against it as he continued to ravage your mouth, you feel the warmth of his body flush against you. Hawks' hands don't stay on your waist for much longer once he has you pinned where he wants you. They roam freely down to your thighs where they're exposed from the dress you're wearing and you feel his fingers graze the edge of your panties. Suddenly taken aback from the advance, you push him enough to catch your breath and for him to do the same. And though you're close enough to simply breathe in each other's place, neither of you pull further than that.

"What are you doing?" you asked breathlessly.

"Sorry." His apology is as breathless as your question, and the tug at the corner of his lips betrays what looks like the beginning of a feral grin. "It's just that having you here after thinking about nothing else kinda has me on edge right now." Hawks takes a deep breath before he lets his head fall onto your bear shoulder, "Sorry I got carried away." But just as he was about to pull away, you stopped him, crumpling his dress shirt in your grip and holding him in place.

His head jerked attentively but didn't move from your shoulder. Even his hands that held onto your thighs and not moving any further than where they stopped, tightened their hold ever so lightly.

You struggled with your thoughts a bit. What did you think about this whole thing. At this point, nothing much. You wanted to drown in him again like you did that night weeks ago. No, after what he said, you had the feeling that this time would be much better than then. The sensible part of you that peeked its nosy head through thought that perhaps this wasn't the best place to get so hot and frisky. The other part that had ignited the moment his lips touched yours though didn't really care about any of that.

"Just for a little while…here," you whispered near his ear.

Against your skin, you felt him smirk before he kissed your shoulder and bit it gently. "Just a little then."

With your okay, his hands finally move from their place and play with the hem of your panties again. But it's hard to concentrate on what he's doing with them when he kept nipping and nibbling at the skin near your collar bone and traveling lower near the edge of your dress just above your breast. You could feel your heart beating out of control as your breathing hitched more and more with every small ministration. It wasn't until he moved your panties aside and slicked a finger across your entrance that you shuddered and moaned a little too loudly.

Immediately, Hawks lifted his head to hush you, his hot breath hitting your ear and eliciting another moan from you. "Be quiet, love. I'd hate for anybody else to see you like this."

"W-What…?" You barely managed to whimper out words between your moans as he continued to graze his fingers or knuckles against your clit. "Mmm…why…?"

"'Cause," he said slowly and dragged the word out. You were so fixated on what he said that you were taken by surprise the moment he inserted a couple of his fingers deep inside you. Before any of your voice could escape your lips in a sweet mewl, he captured your mouth and deepened the kiss to quiet you as he slowly took them out to slip them back in as deep as before. This time when he pulls back away from you, you manage to quiet your cries of pleasure to the back of your throat and let them rumble through in a more subdued and hoarse groan. "I'm the only one who gets to see you like this." Taking your mouth again with his, he added a third finger inside of you and let you moan into the kiss. "Right?"

As he pulled away to ask that, you repeated 'yes' over and over as he plunged his fingers inside of you again and again. You feel yourself drip down the inside of yours thighs the more he does this but you simply don't want it to stop. Soon enough your legs start going weak from standing a bit on your tip toes to allow him easier access and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck for support. With this you're flush against him and you feel his own arousal through the cool silk of his slacks.

Your mind lost and high on lust as it was, you reach down while still holding onto his neck with one hand and run your fingers along the length of it. He instantly stops his ministrations and swallows. With your head against his chest, the throaty chuckle he lets out is mixed with the slight moan that you feel under your ear. "Don't tempt me, y/n. It's already hard enough as it is to hold back."

"Then don't." You don't know what possessed you to say that but at this point you didn't care anymore. To hell if there were people just around another corner celebrating some mundane event. Right now, all you wanted was Hawks. Lifting your head, you kissed him tenderly before pulling back to stare at his astonished amber eyes. "Don't hold back. No one's gonna turn this corner either, so…"

That feral smirk from before returned fully this time as he slid his fingers out of you and captured your lips to ravage you once more to leave you breathless.

"Alright, but we've gotta be real quiet. Okay?"

"Quiet," you repeated with a coy grin of your own.

You heard his wings move silently to block yourselves from view, you guessed in case of the worst scenario. Their movement caught you a little off guard and you didn't even notice when he released his shaft from his slacks until you felt it against your exposed thigh. Helping him, you took the skirts of your dress and parted them to let him get to you easier. When his hands reached behind your thighs and he bent slight downwards though, you furrowed your brow at his smug smirk.

"Don't freak out, 'kay?"

Freak o— You almost did let out a squeal of surprise when he suddenly hauled you off the floor and held you up in his arms. Before you could even ask what he meant to do, he let you down slowly to plunge himself into you as deep as he could go. This moan, you couldn't keep in and your hands shot instantly to your mouth to cover it when you realized it. Hawks was just so deep inside you that you felt the pressure of him touching your very core. That he leaned you against the wall while still hoisting you up by your thighs only made him fill you all the more. As you wrapped your legs around his waist, you felt him throbbing inside you as he leaned in to bite your shoulder a bit too hard. Pressing your hands against your mouth did little to quiet your voice anymore but you did it anyway. After a moment, he slid out and bucked his waist shallowly forward once, then again. He took to a gentle rocking his hips back and forth to get you accustomed to him after the time you'd been apart but you didn't want it gentle.

Gentle would satiate the weeks you spent thinking of him with you. Of him kissing you. Of him devouring you. Of him inside you.

"H-Hawks…faster…" you said through muffled breathes that escaped your fingers.

Hee doesn't answer. Only smirks against your neck.

Almost immediately he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster and harder. Each time he did a sound between a squeal and a groan escaped your lips. It was when he started hitting the spot that just sent electricity running through every nerve in your body that you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you as you started calling his name—his actual name—over and over and over in his ear. His grip on your thighs tightened and he bit down on your shoulder harder than before wrenching from your throat another moan.

The pressure building up too quickly for you to keep up with it, you could only mumble incoherent words into his ear that he somehow understood as he moaned his reply against your sleek neck.

"Cum for me, y/n."

That's all you needed. Hawks only plunged himself a few more times when you finally felt your release and your vision went white. Clamping down on him, Hawks groaned against you and held you close as he came a moment after. His warmth filled you and heightened your orgasm as you wrung every last drop from him.

Heavy breathing clung between you when you finished and it took him a moment to lower you down and hold you in place just in case you were weak on your legs. Taking a second more to collect yourselves, you two busied afterwards with putting your attire back together. Just as you were smoothing out your skirts, Hawks called your name. Turning to face him, you met his lips as you did and he took you in for another haze as you devoured you for a minute. Hawks pulled back, a cheeky grin on his lips as he laid his forehead against yours.

"Say, want to ditch this boring ass party?" he asked as his hands moved up and down her arms.

Chuckling, though not disliking the idea at all, you brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before saying, "Your place or mine?"

"Oh no, love," he said, his smirk turning hungry and eyes shining avariciously. "Your bed is way too small for what I want to do with you." All lust left his expression for a brief second and the quick change surprised you. "Besides, cooking breakfast will be easier in my place for me. So, what do ya say?"

Your nose scrunched up mischievously before you took his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining together.

"Let's get outta here already."