A/N: Warning, explicit sexual content ahead. But it's totally consensual!
Chapter 2
After a long day at work Asami returns to her apartment where she eats the leftovers in her refrigerator and showers. She sits on her couch watching the news as they discuss Endeavor and the upcoming results of the Billboard Charts. She chews on her nails as she nervously listens to the reporters speak less than desirably about the flamed hero.
She pulls out her laptop and works on regaining the narrative. She wracks her mind about ways to improve his public image, thinking about creating fan pages and lighthearted memes that make him look more approachable and likable.
She jumps when she hears the signature four knocks on her door that she has grown accustomed to be his cue to her. She looks down at what she is wearing, mortified that she has no makeup on, her purple hair is wet from her shower, and she is in a boxy button-down pajama shirt, matching shorts and knee-high socks; as she did not expect him tonight.
Asami figures that she can't leave him waiting out there, so she reluctantly opens the door looking like a drowned rat.
When she swings the door open, he smiles at her, flashing his perfectly straight white teeth. She looks at him, noticing that he is leaning against the frame of her door with his left elbow, while his right hand is dug deeply in his pocket. His large red wings are tucked behind his back so not to brush against the hallways. She can't help but notice how handsome he is.
"Hey beautiful," he smiles at her, instantly grabbing for her waist and pulling her in close to him. He jerks her hips to his and crashes his lips against hers.
She tears her lips from his and looks into his golden eyes. "Keigo, what are you doing here?" she asks him with a playful giggle, not upset that he surprised her like this.
The blonde smiles at her, pushing her through the doorway as he lets himself into her apartment and kicks the front door closed behind him. His hands are still firmly placed on her hips as he looks down onto her lilac eyes. "I wanted to see you," he says with a laugh as if her question is silly.
"Well, you could have called so I could have gotten dressed and not looked like a sewer rat," she grumbles.
"Shut up," he whispers with heavy lidded eyes as he crashes his lips against hers once more. This time she doesn't immediately push him away, and instead turns her head to the side to drive their kiss deeper. Their kiss needs no introduction as they both know what they like and want. Her lashes flutter as he pries open her mouth with his lips, pressing his tongue in her space and fighting hers for dominance. She releases a soft moan that sends chills down his spine as it vibrates against his lips.
He opens his eyes, catching the sound of the television behind them and watches while still driving their kiss. He listens in as they discuss the upcoming Billboard Charts and his quick rise within the ranks.
She notices his lips are not moving as aggressively and when she opens her eyes, she sees that his attention is elsewhere. She pulls away from him and turns around, looking at the news that discusses him.
"I don't know about Hawks," the single horned reporter speaks. "He is just too young to assume such an influential role, don't you think?"
"I personally think that the top ten needs some younger heroes," the female reporter rebuttals. "We've had the same Pros within the top ten each year, a young face gives aspiring heroes the motivation to succeed."
"But don't you think he's moving a bit too fast?"
"Turn it off," Hawks commands with dark eyes and Asami moves quickly to the remote on the coffee table and shuts the TV off. She knows he doesn't like that assessment of him—that he is moving too fast—and anytime it is brought up, he shuts down.
She approaches him slowly, placing her hand softly on his cheek. "Don't listen to them," she tells him gently and he moves his face from her touch. She sighs and looks up at his eyes. "I can do some clean up on your image—"
"You don't work for me anymore," he reminds her, eyes still fixated on the now black screen. She exhales, unsure what to say to him to bring his spirits back up, but she does not have to think too long as he turns to her, suddenly flipping a switch and smiling at her with his signature smirk. "Who needs 'em when I got you," he says grabbing the small of her back and pressing her against him once more.
She smiles up at him as the distance between their faces closes and his lips crash against hers. He groans as he inhales her floral scent. She places her hands on the back of his neck, combing her fingers through the back of his head and scratching his scalp as pieces of golden hair entangle between her digits.
Her other hand falls from his neck, trailing down his chest where she frantically grabs the fabric of his shirt trying to ground her in the high that she feels for him. His hands travel up and down her back, landing periodically on her hips to give them hard squeezes when the sensation building in him grows too much for him to handle.
He begins backing her up towards the bedroom, never allowing their lips to unlock from their hold on one another. He crashes her against the door with a loud thump, having half a mind to take her against the frame as his hands move between her legs. However, before he can plunge them against the fabric of her heat, she breaks the hold he has on her lips and turns to open the door. He frowns as she turns away from him since he wants nothing more than to latch onto her as quickly as possible.
She opens the door, walking towards the edge of the bed while he follows on her heels. She rakes her fingers up his chest and to his shoulders where she pulls off his tan jacket. She tosses the jacket to the floor and moves to the waistband of his pants.
He hardens as her fingers ghost over the area, but instead, her fingers dig under the fabric of his shirt. The tips of her digits trace his hardened abs as she lifts her hands under his shirt and pulls the fabric over his head.
Once he is shirtless, he doesn't give her a moment to marvel at his physique as he smashes his lips back against hers. His hands quickly grab for her shirt, unbuttoning her boxy pajama top that she regrets wearing instead of something lacey or silky. His lips pull away from hers as he looks down at the opening he's created. His lower lip hangs heavily while his mouth is left slightly agape at the sight of her breasts peeking through the unbuttoned shirt.
She looks up at him between staggered breaths as they breathe in one another. He smiles at her, chuckling a little at how cute she looks in this moment. She climbs atop the bed, backing away from him as he crawls on top of her. He braces himself with his hands placed on each side of her head, looking down at her as pieces of his golden hair fall in front of his face.
He looks down at her lidded lilac eyes as strands of her own purple hair fall messily around her blushing face. You're so damn beautiful, he thinks to himself as he looks down at her heavy lust filled eyes. He shifts his weight over to his left side as he moves his right hand to travel down her body.
He starts with her cheek, grazing it with the pads of his thumb. He then moves his hand down her face, past her jawline. He traces her collarbone with the tip of his middle finger, sending shivers down her spine and bringing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. He smiles when he sees this, liking the way his touch affects her.
He departs from her collarbone and moves to her breasts, kneading them equally as he pinches the pink buds of her nipples. This heats her over anything else, and she involuntarily bucks her hips against his groin and releases a building moan in her throat when she feels how hard he is. He smiles at this, continuing to tease her sensitive flesh with his fingers.
He eventually moves from her breast to venture lower on her body. His fingers graze down her stomach, giving her hips a reassuring tight squeeze. His hands explore down her thighs and lastly to her knees where he hooks his thumb around the top of the knee-high socks. "Fuck, I love these," he groans as he lifts himself to a kneeling position using both his hands to grab onto her knees and pry open her legs.
His hands claw their way up her thighs painstakingly slow as she shivers at his touch. He is igniting every nerve in her body as she feels the inside of her thighs quake with need. His fingers make their way to her hips, hooking over the waistband of her shorts and sending a shiver in her pit with a ticklish pleasure.
She bites her lip and giggles as she holds her hips from jerking at his touch. He chuckles as he looks up at her, grabbing onto the waistband and tearing her shorts and underwear down her legs, but leaving the knee-high socks on.
He pulls away from her, kicking off his own pants. She instinctively looks up at him once he's bare, looking at his girth and watching as he gives himself a few pumps before he crawls back atop her. He crashes his lips back onto hers as his golden hair tickles her face. She reaches down, grabbing hold of him, giving him a few pumps before guiding him inside her.
Fuck, she's so wet, he thinks to himself as he groans for her to hear.
She immediately takes over, bucking her hips and grinding against him in circular motions. She begins panting as she arches her back and digs her head into the mattress. Her long purple hair messily covers pieces of her face as he begins thrusting against her movements.
He drives his hips into hers, impaling her deeper into the mattress. His wings open up around the space before them, expanding to the edges of her room. She looks up at him with wonderstruck eyes as his magnificent wings spread across from wall to wall and in this moment, he looks like an angel.
He holds her legs open at the knees, forcing them to the mattress as his thrusts become ragged. She latches her nails into his chest, clawing at him lightly as she holds onto his protruding pecks. She continues to thrust against him, and he presses his hand firmly on her hips, digging them into the mattress so he can regain control of the pace and cum on his own terms.
She smiles wickedly at this as he forces her hips down, feeling him fill her up in this angle. She begins uncontrollably shaking at this and he hardens inside her at her reaction.
Once he pins her down, he controls the movements of their thrusts, pulling out of her and teasing her exterior with his wet cock. He needs to give himself a moment to recoup, because if she were in charge, she'd have him cumming in seconds.
She shakes as he teases her folds, watching as the precum spills out his tip. He lets out a guttural moan as she gets wetter for him. He hooks his hips and without needing to guide himself in, he plunges back into her with a painstakingly slow pace. She shakes violently under him, groaning with pent up frustration as she desperately wants to grind against him, but his harsh grip holds her down.
He begins thrusting against her with slow deep thrusts that she begs to quicken. She looks up at him, her eyes catching his as her brows tangle begging for more. "Please," she pleads as she watches his lips move up the side of his face.
"What is it, baby?" he responds with an amused tone.
She clutches onto the sheets as he continues to slowly pump inside her. He can feel her walls clenching against him as he hardens at the wet constriction. "Fuck me… hard…" she pants with a whine in her tone.
He shoves himself deep into her with a single hard thrust and her breath hitches as she gasps at his roughness. "Not yet, baby," he tells her and she whines. "You feel too damn good," he groans as he continues his slow steady pace.
She licks her lips as she tries to catch her breath while she pants at his movements. He pulls out of her again and she looks up at him with confusion now lacing her gaze. He smiles at her devilishly and plunges into her with a pressuring force. She shakes viciously and before her body can process him inside her, he is back out of her. He continues this for four or five more times, convulsing her body each time with a wild overstimulation. Her eyes roll in the back of her head as she digs her head deeper into the mattress.
He crashes down towards her, grabbing her jaw with vicious strength, prying open her mouth and forces his tongue past her teeth. He drives a sloppy and passionate kiss as he begins thrusting against her with harder deeper thrusts. She moans against his mouth as her cries of pleasure are muffled by his lips.
He pushes away from her, lifting himself back at an arm's reach away as he starts pounding into her. She clutches onto the sheets as he drives himself deeper into her, catching her sensitive spot while he begins pressing against it. She begins moaning louder as he snags her g-spot and he starts panting and hardening further inside her.
Not yet, Keigo. I'm so close, she thinks but keeps her thoughts to herself.
His nose wrinkles as he reaches his high. He throws his head back as his hands shake and he slows down his thrust to harder deeper presses into her. He groans as the sensation reaches his peak and he holds his breath as he unsteadily finishes, painting her insides with his hot cum.
So close, she groans to herself as she was but a few thrusts from her own high.
His wings tug inward again as he staggers away from her, leaving her laying on the bed. He pulls her legs apart, leaning his head to the side to watch as his cum spills from her folds. He smiles satisfied at the sight as the white liquid spills out of her.
After a moment of admiring this, he heads to the bathroom to clean himself. She gets up from the bed, feeling the warm cum run down her thigh as she starts the shower while he washes himself off at the sink. "Care to join me?" she asks him as she tests the water temperature with her hand.
"Uh, I should actually head back," he says with a soft smile. "Maybe next time," he says as he has so many times before.
"Of course," she says, not allowing her disappointment to ruin the mood.
Once he is finished cleaning up and drying himself off, he places his left hand on the side of her head, bringing her closer to him as he softly kisses her lips. He pulls away from her before she can return the gesture and collects his clothes while she watches him get dressed. She puts on a robe while she waits for the water to heat up as he moves to leave. She walks him to the door, taking hold of it and leaning against its frame as she watches him head out the doorway.
"I'll see you next time," he says with a cheeky grin.
"Call me next time," she groans at him, "I don't want to look—"
"You always look beautiful," he interrupts her, crashing his lips against hers one last time. He pulls away from her and heads down the hall. Her eyes follow him walk down the hall and before he turns the corner, he looks back at her, winking and sending her another signature smirk that melts her heart.