Touch-

Gray opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. The walls around her were a bright white, and the cover over her body was green instead of the white one she threw off daily. This place was not her house, and that's when she recalled the events the day before; coming home to surprise her husband only to find him in bed with another woman, his badmouthing, the blue flames, her totaled car, and the man with bright red wings who had pulled her to safety.

Knowing she was in a huge mess, she shook her head. There was no saving her marriage. Shaking away her depression before it had time to sink in as usual, she got up from the bed and noticed a toilet in the bathroom connected to her room. After completing her business, she went to push the lever to flush the toilet, and her wedding bands caught her attention. Removing the white gold-plated rings, she threw them into the bowl and watched as they disappeared.

Biting back a painful sob, she turned to the porcelain sink and washed her hands. The reflection in the mirror in front of her caught her attention immediately. Her dark brown hair that ran down her shoulders was frizzy and cluttered; her grey eyes were dim. She looked a mess; splashing some cold water onto her face, she turned the faucet off and rubbed her wet hands down her black leggings. Her white shirt was no longer white. She needed a change of clothes and a shower. Recalling the events from before, she wondered where she was. Did the handsome stranger from yesterday take her to a safe house? His face had been bleeding, adding to the stains she could see on the front of her white blouse. She recalled his golden eyes that had been full of determination as he flew them faster and faster away from the blue flame coming straight toward them.

The stranger had to be one of the Heroes. Yes, it had been a hero and a very famous one at that! How had she not recognized him before now? The red wings should have been enough. The stranger was no stranger; he was the famous number two hero, Hawks.

A knock on the door outside her room pulled her out of her thoughts. "Are you awake?" Hawks called from the other side of the door.

Before you could reply, the door was open. The man who walked into her room looked as though he had just left the shower; his blonde hair was wet and combed straight back, and he wore black jogging pants and a plain black t-shirt.

"How are you feeling?" Hawks walked towards her. "You must have been shocked when you awoke in my guest room." He smiled wide enough that she could see his perfect white teeth. The cut she had saw bleeding yesterday was nowhere to be seen today.

Gray turned a deep shade of red when he raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to reply. "I have a slight headache, but other than that, I am good, thanks to you." She heard the tremble in her voice and felt her hands shake as anxiety crept in. She was not good at talking to strangers, especially a stranger who was a pro-hero.

Hawks noticed your tense state, and his smile fell. "What's wrong?" He asked with concern reaching to touch her forehead- the spark was instant, and she felt her body tremble at his touch.

"Ah," he must have felt it too because when you looked into his eyes, you noticed a strange glint that had not been there a second ago. "I rushed us to my house to get us to safety. I only brought you here because it was the safest place then, and no one knows where I live besides a few close friends. I'm sorry you got caught up in this. Dabi is a real hell-raiser." He ended his explanation and ran his finger down her cheek.

The touch of his hand caused her pulse to race. It had been a few months since she had last felt her husband's touch, but his touch never overwhelmed her with desire like this man's. "Thank you for saving me, Hawks," her voice was low, and her anxiety was long forgotten, as she could no longer think of anything other than him touching her more.

Hawks slid fingers further down her face and her neck. Nervous Gray licked her dry lips with her tongue, and his gaze followed every movement. "Your clothes are dirty." Hawks croaked, moving his hand down her slim collarbone and towards her breast.

It was happening fast, she realized. Was it not yesterday that she had thought she was happily married to the love of her life? That memory had her wanting revenge on the man who had cheated on her, but she didn't want to be unfaithful. "She has no quirk." Recalling that statement from her husband had her heart squeezing in pain.

Hawks noticed the change that went through her eyes, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Don't worry; I am here. Nothing is going to hurt you." His hand slipped from her breast as he wrapped them around her waist; her heart race increased when his lips landed on hers.

All her morals and thoughts about her cheating fell away when his tongue touched hers. If she had thought she felt pleasure from his hands on her face, it was nothing compared to how his mouth felt on hers. Her arms went to wrap around his neck, and their tongues danced. They both moaned.

She knew she should stop this and tell him she was a married woman, but would he push her away in disgust and never look back if she did? Would he think her a whore? The thoughts swirled as Hawks broke the kiss to take her shirt off her body. His eyes roamed the red lacy bra that covered her breasts, and his hands went to cup each in his palm. They fit perfectly in his hands. Hawks gave a grin as a moan escaped her mouth. His mouth claimed hers once more, and he moved to remove her leggings; he groaned at the feel of the bare plump bottom in his hands. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt his hands on her cheeks and moving to touch between her legs.

This was escalating fast, and that caused panic to set in. She needed to stop this, but his fingers circling her clit had her moaning. Slowly Hawks moved them both toward the bathroom she had been in earlier, all the while his mouth on hers and his hands slowly playing with her. Removing his hands, he put them behind her to unlatch her bra to free her breasts.

"You are beautiful," Hawks says, pulling her into the nearby shower. The look in his eyes leaves her breathless. He turned the shower on, and within seconds you were both soaked. Grabbing the shampoo from the shelf, hawks washed her hair, and once it was rinsed, he took a bar of soap and rubbed it over her body. Once the water rinsed away the soap, he meets her eyes. "I did not expect this attraction," his voice is filled with lust and want.

Gray doesn't know what to say to his statement. "I'm sorry?" she replied, but she was only concerned about the heat between her legs and her guilty consciousness.

Hawks turns off the shower and picks her up, walking them out of the room she had awoken in. Walking into the hall, they enter into a large room. Looking around, she notices his hero uniform on a mannequin, and there's a large king-sized bed covered in black bedding. Dozens of red and black pillows lay on the sheets, and the bed wasn't made. The sheets feel incredible as he places her down on them. Afterward, he begins removing his wet clothes. She bites her lips as he pulls his shirt to show his chiseled chest. His abs are prominent, and his arms muscles budge at every movement. She can't help but blush as he removes his pants and boxers.

Noticing her staring, Hawks cocks a grin and tell hers, "I'm all yours."

Gray felt her face turn beet red again in embarrassment. Her husband was the first and only man that has ever touched her. Therefore, she has little experience, but the experience isn't much because their lovemaking would not ordinarily last long, and foreplay was never a part of the act. He was already finished before she even got started. It always left her feeling frustrated.

The wicked grin dropped from Hawks's face as he got on the bed above her. His demeanor changed instantly, and he looked like a predator about to devour its prey. "You're so fucking hot." He says and takes her lips for a steamy kiss. His large palms grab her breasts, and he glides his fingers over her areolas before pinching her nipples. With his tongue playing with hers, the heat is back in full force, demanding release. One of his hands moves away from fondling her breasts to the area that needs the most attention. Up and down, he rubs between her legs. Breaking the kiss, he licks down her neck, licking, circling, biting down, then sucking hard.

Gray moans in bliss, but her breath catches when she feels his fingers near her opening. Hawks hisses as he feels the wetness, and the sound vibrates on his tongue that has now made its way toward her stomach. One and then two fingers make their way inside her, and she can't help but be thankful for the welcoming relief.

Hawks groans in need of relief as he hardens at her loud moans. He circles her belly button with his tongue as his fingers stroke harder. He knows he has found what he was looking for when he hears her scream out his name. His tongue travels further until he reaches his destinated, circling her clit repeatedly.

She can no longer control her voice as she moans loudly when the white-hot heat consumes her, but before the climax, he removes his fingers and mouth. His mouth is back on hers, and his tongue frantically circles her as he palms himself toward her entrance. "I'm sorry, but I can't wait any longer. You are driving me crazy with the need for release. I want to feel you shatter around me while I'm in you."

"Fuck," he moans as he slides into her wet heat.

"Yes, yes, please," Gray begs.

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Firstly, I don't own Hawks or any other character in the MHA universe, but I own the play and Mrs. Gray!

So, with that. What do you think about this plot? I welcome all feedback!

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