A/N: Warning: Explicit consensual sex ahead! Hope you are enjoying the story so far and please leave me a review on what you think!
Chapter 5
Asami wrings her hands nervously as the flamed hero's turquoise eyes dart back and forth on the paper in his hands. An unreadable hard-pressed look remains on his face since she handed him the paper as he skims over her words. Her heart races and she figures that he hates it and will reprimand her from taking away valuable time from learning his other speeches.
But he does not scold the girl, instead, he finishes and looks up at her with eyes that she has never seen; eyes that convey pride. "This is perfect," he says to her with a smile on his lips. She does a doubletake, having never seen the Pro Hero smile genuinely at anyone.
"You really think so?" she asks him with a building excitement in her chest.
"I truly believe this will guarantee me the trust of the Japanese people," he says honestly.
She shrieks happily and launches herself at the flamed hero, latching her arms around his waist excitedly in a tight hug. He stiffens at her action and she quickly recovers, pulling herself away from him and awkwardly scratching at the back of her head as her body temperature rises. "Sorry, I don't know what—that was totally inappropriate. I'm sorry," she stumbles as she begins panicking and bowing her head apologetically.
The hero sees this, remembering her words to him the week prior about how he was her favorite hero growing up, and he cannot help but feel the pride swelling in his chest. He steps towards her, awkwardly placing his arm around her shoulder in as much of a hug as he has ever given anyone.
She smiles up at him, feeling her chest lift with excitement. "Go out there and be the Number One Hero," she encourages him, turning away from him as she joins the rest of the staff.
After leaving Endeavor, Asami makes her way towards the staff section of the stands when she feels a tug on her wrist and she is shoved into a broom closet. Before she can scream or even react to the gesture, hard lips are crashed against hers. She opens her eyes widely looking at her assailant to see that it is Hawks.
She places her hands on his chest and pushes herself away from him, keeping her hands firmly on his chest and in a hushed tone she presses, "What are you doing?"
"I have a few minutes before my interview and I wanted to surprise my favorite girl," he says with a wide smile that takes up the majority of his face. She glares at him and this just makes his smile grow bigger.
He looks her up and down, noticing the skin tight emerald green pencil dress that hugs her every curve. He whistles a plunging sound as his eyes fall down the length of her body. "Wow, babe, you look…" he lingers as his hands grab for her waist.
She takes a step away from his hold. "Keigo, I need to leave, I have to go to the stands and support Endeavor. I worked hard on his speech and it means a lot to the both of us."
"They can't announce the Number One Hero without the Number Two. And if the Number Two is stuck in a broom closet with the world's most beautiful girl, then we can have all the time we need," he winks at her and she involuntarily blushes at this.
She quickly recovers and gives him a stern look, "No, Hawks, I need to go."
He blinks at her, noticing her use of his hero name and not his true name. She only does this when she is really upset with him and trying to distance herself from him.
He sighs heavily as he looks onto her with downturned brows. "I feel really bad about last night. I should have just come over. I know it meant a lot to you that I came, and I didn't," he begins with a sadder tone. "I want to make it up to you."
He pulls something out of his pocket and places it in front of her. "I made you this," he begins, showing her that he holds up a necklace. She looks at the pendant of the necklace, noticing a piece of a red feather floating weightlessly in a clear glass encasement no bigger than a centimeter in diameter. "It's a piece of one of my feathers," he tells her as he moves behind her to place the necklace on her. She holds back her hair as he fastens the charm. "I wanted to show you that even when I can't be near you, a part of me is always with you."
She melts. Absolutely melts to the ground at this. She presses her fingertips to the charm as her eyes glisten at him. His uneven smile takes over his face as he looks down at her seeing how much she likes it.
Before she can say anything to him, he crashes his lips against hers once more, trailing his kiss down her neck and leaving love bites as he falls down her body. She attempts to stop him, but her voice hitches in her throat and she cannot release a sound other than a squeak of pleasure.
He kneels down, grabbing at her tight dress just below her knees and begins hiking it up her thighs. "Keigo? Here? Really?" she finally finds the strength to challenge him.
"Why not?" he smiles up at her as his grin crawls up the right side of his face. She looks down at him, seeing his messy hair covering his eyes as his grin turns flat while he makes for his intended destination.
He lifts the dress and rests it above her waist. He hooks his index and middle finger into the fabric of her purple lace panties and pulls them to the side to open her up to him. He lifts her left leg over his right shoulder and rests it there while she staggers as her weight is unexpectedly shifted off her feet, and she falls back into the cleaning supply shelf with a loud bang. She clenches onto the metal shelf as they giggle at their lack of coordination.
She whimpers as he plunges his face between her legs, not wasting a second to driving his lips against her folds. "Ah," she releases a building moan in her throat as he swirls his tongue between her warm folds.
He places his yellow goggles to the ground next to him, pulling his gloves off and moves his middle finger to her folds. He teases her exterior for a bit, saturating his fingers while also providing her with the friction she needs to build herself closer to release.
He plunges the finger inside her and she hitches her hips with a moan that escapes louder than she would have liked. She covers her mouth with her hand as a red-hot blush takes over her face, and she can feel him smiling against her folds as he begins pumping his finger in her.
She's so damn cute.
Asami begins panting as her hand shakily drops from her lips. She shuts her eyes tightly, throwing her head back and reveling in the feeling he's driving her to.
He introduces another finger and it takes all her strength not to cry out for everyone to hear. His tongue and lips move up to her clit while his fingers explore inside her for her slippery spot.
She laces her fingers in his golden hair, guiding and moving his face to where she needs him to finish. She feels a pit building in her stomach as he continues to pump inside her.
He smiles against her folds as he catches her g-spot, pressing it with the tips of his fingers as she jerks with overstimulation. He grasps onto her hips tightly with his available hand to hold her down so he can finish her off.
He begins pumping more aggressively, slamming into her spot with his fingers while quickening his pace with his tongue. He begins to feel the deep shaking of her thighs as she approaches her high. Her inner thighs begin quaking while her hips attempt to evade the overstimulated feeling he's producing. But he continues to hold her down and pushes past her attempts to stop the feeling. He knows she did not cum the week before, and he's determined to finish her off right here.
"Right there… right there," she pants between staggered breaths.
Her hips thrust forward and she arches her back as she braces herself against the shelf. She pulls her hand from his hair and holds onto the shelf tightly as she begins shaking beyond her control. He feels her walls contract between his fingers and he quickens his pace.
"I'm…I…" she pants, unable to release the words as her body reaches her climax. "Ah," she breathes out as she shakes violently in his grip.
He looks up to see her, still keeping his lips on her folds as he watches her face scrunch with pleasure. He smiles to himself as she shatters into a million pieces at his touch.
He brings her down slowly after this, softening his pace inside her and licking up the remainder of her cum as her walls contract in the afterglow of his actions.
She looks down at him when she's finished, seeing the proud smile on his face for what he made of her. She releases a pleasured scoff as he places his fingers in his mouth and licks up her cum. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lifts himself to his feet.
Asami looks down, noticing his bulge through his pants. He moves his hands to his pants when hers land atop his. He pulls his hands away as she takes over, pulling the belt from its latch as the buckle jingles at her touch. Hawks keeps his eyes on her lashes as her gaze is fixated on the task at hand. She unzips his pants and plunges the palm of her hand against his hard shaft. He hisses a sharp breath as she pulls at his boxer briefs and takes his shaft in her hand, pumping it softly.
She pulls his pants and underwear down as she continues to pump his erection. He hardens at her touch, and wants nothing more than to feel her wet walls clenching around him.
Asami moves to fall on her knees when he lifts her chin with the tips of his fingers, forcing her to look at him in his golden eyes before she can reach her knees. Shaking his head, he sternly says, "No, I want to fuck you." She shutters as he moves towards her, lifting her effortlessly in his arms and pinning her against the shelf with another loud crash.
Some cleaning products from the shelf tumble down and she looks at him with another hard-pressed glare. "Someone is going to hear us!" she hisses at him, if they haven't already.
"Let 'em," he smiles devilishly as he plunges himself into her without a warning or tease.
She inhales sharply as her hips buckle at this sudden pressure when he fills her up entirely and presses against her walls. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans against her ear as her walls are still contracting from her high. She shutters at his hot breath against her ear and she just tightens even harder around him.
He begins thrusting against her hips, plunging himself deeper inside her with each staggering press. He holds her up with his hands placed under her butt, while her legs wrap around his waist and press him closer to her. He enjoys this position since she doesn't have much leeway to buck and thrust her hips against him, giving him full power over her to control the rhythm.
They both pant and moan quietly as the room fills with the heat of their passion. He turns his head towards hers and gives her a messy kiss while he continues to thrust.
She feels another pressure building in the pit of her stomach as she approaches another high. Her thighs begin shaking once more and clamp around his hips as he continues to press inside her.
Asami grabs onto the collar of his shirt, gripping onto the fabric for dear life as she hits another climax. She pulls her head back as a loud moan begins lifting from her throat. Hawks is quick to plant his palm tightly against her lips to muffle her voice as she cries into his hand. Her walls contract against his cock and he hardens at the feeling, prolonging her high.
He releases her lips and she places her forehead against his shoulder. He presses his lips against the side of her head, kissing her temple lovingly as her floral scent invades his senses. This drives him over the edge and he feels himself reach his own climax. With staggered breaths and wild thrusts, he spills himself inside her, laughing with pleasure filled scoffs as he pants from the exercise.
He lets go of her legs, placing her carefully onto the ground as her feet slowly support her weight. She tugs on her emerald dress as she readjusts herself while he does the same. She feels his seed spill onto her underwear as she adjusts herself. He grins at her and she finds herself smiling at him, suddenly fogged from any annoyance she felt towards him.
He gives her a soft kiss on the lips once they are both dressed, but before she can kiss him back, he pulls away and says, "you should wait here for a moment after I leave. Just in case anyone sees us leaving together."
Her brows press together at his sudden worry that someone hears or sees them together, when it clearly didn't bother him a moment ago. She feels her chest tightening at his words, wanting to challenge him or stick up for herself, but she finds herself suddenly no longer having the strength to do so. She nods complacently and his grin takes over his face. He gives her another quick peck on the lips and leaves the closet with unwavering swagger.
She waits there for a moment, feeling so stupid that she willingly complied to standing here without challenging him a bit more. She places the tips of her fingers on the pendant of the necklace he gave her. They have known each other for four years—three of which they have known each other intimately. Hawks was her first and only partner, though she is unsure if he can say the same about her; they never spoke about that.
Nonetheless, she finds herself confused by his actions and words. One minute he is giving her a necklace to show that he will always be with her, the next he tells her to stay hidden in the closet so no one sees them leaving together.
They have had the conversation countless times, and she understands that he needs to maintain a certain public image. She even helped him maintain that image while they were intimate and she was working under him.
But it has been four years.
And this necklace.
She doesn't understand what he wants from her.