A/N: Trigger Warning for this chapter: Hints of Dubious Consent. Lots of smut in this chapter! It's basically just all smut with a sprinkle of a story. Enjoy!

Chapter 17

Asami's Apartment – 2 Years Ago

Her hand delicately graces down his chiseled chest, fingers lifting and falling into the grooves of his protruding muscles. He inhales sharply as her hands move down his toned stomach, tracing the v-line with her fingertips and hovering over the waistband of his boxers peeking out over his jeans.

His eyes are fixated on her fingers, unable to look at the needy expression in her lidded gaze. Her fingers are soft on his skin and ignite him with a shiver down his spine.

With every touch his crimson wings spread out a little more until they are splayed across the entirety of her couch. He adjusts himself on her couch, lowering himself deeper into the cushions as she begins to unbutton his pants.

Her eyes stay on her task as he looks down at her from up here. She looks so beautiful in this moment, on her knees before him as her face is neutrally peaceful, and her long eyelashes bat with each blink.

He hears the zipping of his pants and instantly feels relief as the fabric of his jeans lay off their constraint on his growing passion for her. Her eyes lift up at him and her purple orbs are on his, bright and big with doe-like innocence.

Hawks leans into her, cupping her jaw with his hand and rubbing his thumb just above her jawline and to her bottom lip. She opens her mouth slightly, accepting his thumb that he presses into her mouth. He loves the heavy-lidded look of her eyes as she watches him. He's driven mad by the sinking of her cheeks as she sucks in his digit and plays with it with her tongue.

He can't do this teasing much longer because everything feels just so good with her.

He pulls his thumb out of her mouth and paints her lips with her saliva all while her eyes never falter from his gaze.

The blonde groans at the sight of her, spilling over in his need for her as she can feel his hardness pressing to her chest.

She lowers her head towards his hardness and begins to make good work of it. She curls her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and he lifts himself to hover over the couch as she pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his need with a spring.

She smiles as she takes hold of his length and pumps it softly. Hawks hales sharply as her delicate hands take hold of his errection. She places the pad of her thumb onto his tip, saturating it with precum and swirling it around the head. His brows furrow with passion when she finally opens her mouth and takes him in.

The feeling of her hot saliva wrapping around his cock drives him into a state of euphoria. It feels like she's enveloped him into a warm wet tight hug, and he's spasming around her.

"Shit, Baby," he moans as she begins bobbing her head.

Her tongue travels the under length of his cock, while she presses the tip of it to the back of her throat. Her thumb and pointer fingers wrap around the base of his length that she can't fit in her throat without choking on, while the rest of her fingers cup and tease his balls.

The trio of stimulation that she's providing him drives him crazy, and has always made her blowjobs the best that he's ever gotten.

He places his hand lightly on her head, gathering the pieces of her purple hair into a sloppy ponytail but allowing her to bob her head at her own pace.

Hawks dips his head to the side, watching her as her lashes flutter with each thrust. A moan rumbles in her throat and the vibration sends chills down his spine, causing him to throw his head back and stare at the ceiling for a moment.

He looks back down and his cock twitches in her mouth when he sees her purple orbs on him. He bites down on his lower lip and watches as she stares at him while making good work of his desire for her. "Don't look away," he tells her. "I want to see you," he smiles and her eyes stay focused on him as he releases another moan.

He can feel himself twitching and getting close the more she plays with him. He wants to cum in her mouth, loving that she's a swallower, but he decides he'd rather rail her instead.

"Get up," he commands with a low breathy growl. She doesn't immediately stop sucking on him and he grabs for her jaw, opening her mouth and lifting her off her knees.

She wipes her face of saliva as he forces her to her feet. He gets up off the couch, standing before her as his wings take up the entirety of the room. He kicks off his pants that gathered at his feet and turns to her.

He positions her to face the couch, forcing her to kneel down on the cushions as her hands brace themselves on the couch's backrest. She arches her back, lifting her ass up to him as he gives himself a few pumps, enjoying the view.

He takes hold of her ass cheek, lifting it up and showing her wet folds. She's practically dripping.

Hawks chuckles at the sight of her and presses his cock to her wet folds. He groans as the mix of his precum, her saliva, and her natural lube all work together to slide him against her exterior.

He pumps himself against her exterior, greedily lathering her wet juices all over his hard cock. She moans as her hips move up and down his length, desperately wanting him inside her.

His eyes are fixed on her bare back, loving the shape of her and the way the line of her spine digs down her back. He wants to trace that line, but he needs to stay focused on the task at hand.

He leans into her, pressing his hard body against hers as he hugs her tightly to his chest. He pushes his lips to her ear, nibbling the lobes and causing her to gush against him.

He groans against her ear, filling her senses with him. "I'm gonna bury myself inside you," he promises her, pressing his lips on her. "Think you can handle that, Baby?" he asks her with a smile on his lips.

She bites down on her lower lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him tear at her insides. "Mmhmm," she moans with a light nod of her head.

"Yeah, Baby," he praises her as he hooks his hips, plunging himself inside her wet cavern without needing to guide himself in. "Fuck Baby, you're so wet," he groans against her ear as she lets out a guttural moan.

"Hawks," she whines with a whimper in her tone.

He holds onto her hips, digging his fingers against her bones as he takes them like handlebars meant for him. He begins thrusting against her, feeling her clenching around him and stimulating him further.

His right hand leaves her hip and slides forward between her legs as he begins circling her clit. She jerks at this sudden movement before her body finally relaxes and allows his hands to make work of her sensitive spot. He earns whimpers and moans from her as he feels her clenching around him.

He brushes her long purple hair to the side and she glances back at him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust. He smiles as he bends down to her, placing sloppy wet kisses on her back.

He continues to thrust steady even thrusts in her, gaining moans and whimpers with each press inside her. He moves his left hand from her hip and begins kneading her bouncing breast. He starts tickling and pinching the soft bud of her nipple, gaining a sharp inhale from her as she bucks her hips against him.

He can feel her clenching around him after that, and he continues to swirl his fingers around her nipples and clit.

She's breathing heavily now as every thrust presses out a needy pant from her parted lips. His hips match the rhythm his fingers have set on her clit and her eyes begin rolling in the back of her head as he stimulates her.

Their lips stay parted as they pant at each thrust that he works inside her. He's not entirely bottomed himself out, needing to separate her ass cheeks for that, but not daring to move his hands from her clit and breast. He knows this is what she needs to reach her climax, and he wants that for her.

He continues to press inside her with an increasingly intensifying rhythm. He's shocked as he feels the all too familiar feeling of her body clenching and convulsing around him. "Baby? Are you going to cum?" he asks with a chuckle as his hot breath tickles her ear.

"Ngh," she returns with eyes shutting tightly, "Ah! Yeah," she breaths as she feels the familiar knot twisting in her stomach. She arches her back as she grips onto the backrest of the couch.

"Cum for me, Baby," he commands her in a low register. "I wanna feel you cum around my cock."

"Ah!" she cries out, throwing her head back as his consistent rhythms make her snap. "Fuck, Hawks!" she cries as her legs begin shaking and her insides begin convulsing from the stimulation.

The tightening feeling around his cock is all too much for him to handle as well, and once he knows she's reached her peak with him, he pulls his fingers from her breast and clit and latches onto her waist, digging his hips into her as he rides with her through their high.

His wings extend across the entire length of her one-bedroom apartment as he begins to bury himself inside her. "Shit, Asami!" he groans as he feels himself hardening to his peak.

"Yeah Hawks," she praises him as he rides with her.

He lets out a groan as he snaps, painting her insides with his hot cum with uneven shaking thrusts. He chuckles at the feeling of euphoria reached as both of their sweaty panting bodies tangle into one another.

Hawks wraps his arms around her stomach, turning her and falling back into the couch as he lays down. He plants her atop his chest, hugging her tightly as they breathe into one another.

They stay here for a moment, enjoying one another's unspoken company as they drive in the afterglow of their actions.

Hawks digs her fingers into her scalp, lightly massaging her as she moans with approval while the pad of her middle finger circles his chest.

"That was amazing," she moans as his heavy breaths rock her head back and forth. When he doesn't respond, she looks up at him, seeing his eyes fixated on the ceiling with a clear line building between his brows. "Is something wrong?" she asks him, trying to lift herself from his chest, but his arms hold her down tightly.

"Keigo," he simply states, eyes hooked on the ceiling.

She blinks at him, confused by his response when his golden eyes finally drop down to her. "My name. It's Keigo." She opens her mouth to respond to him, when he speaks over her. "No one can know," his brows furrow together. "But I don't want you to call me Hawks. I want to hear my name coming from your lips. Something to share, between us."

"Keigo," she exhales and he smiles down at her, kissing her forehead as he begins falling deeper for her. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to tell her everything about his past, but it all begins with his name.

Three Months Later

Asami enters Hawks' office, holding a file in her hand as the hero sits at his desk speaking on the phone. She quietly enters the room, sliding the door shut as she steps towards him and sits herself at the chair across from his desk.

She waits for him to finish his call, watching him as he glares up at her. She can tell that he seems angry with what's being said on the call and she makes a move to back away when his hand lifts up to stop her, but his eyes are fixated on his desk.

"Yeah, I got it," he tells whoever is on the phone with a tense tone. "Yeah," he repeats. "Understood." He hangs up the phone and lifts himself from his desk. She follows his lead and stands up from her chair, seeing how hard pressed his expressions are.

He approaches her with long strides, crossing the distance between them in less than three steps before he grabs the side of her face and crashes his lips against hers. She moans against his lips, brows lifting at the shock of his quick and unexpected move against her.

She drops her file and entangles her fingers in his hair as she molds to his body and opens her mouth to him. He grumbles against her lips as she lets his tongue into the confines of her mouth. His tongue hungrily moves against her and she can tell that he's been waiting all day to have her like this.

She pulls away from his lips with a loud smack, looking at him. "Someone's eager," she teases him with a lift in her brow.

He smiles at her, "I can't wait," he whispers to her, rubbing his nose against hers. "Think you can be quiet?" he asks her.

"Here?" her eyes enlarge to the size of dinner plates. "No way," she returns sternly remembering the promise they made to one another that they would never bring this into the office.

"Come on, please," he says more as a demand than a request.

"No, Hawks," she sternly presses at him. "If we get caught—"

"It'll be quick," he interrupts her, hiking up her skirt.

"You're so romantic," she grumbles and he doesn't laugh at her as he backs her up against the edge of his desk, lifting her up so effortlessly, you'd think she weighed nothing.

He bites down on the fingertip of his glove, ripping it off his hand as his fingers grip up her thigh. He wastes absolutely no time to get between her legs and hook his fingers through the fabric of her panties.

He plays with her folds messily and impatiently with his right hand as his left moves to unbuckle his pants. He growls in frustration when he can't undo his belt with one hand and pulls his fingers from her folds to work on his belt.

"What's going on? Why are you being so erratic?" she asks him with more concern than a tease and he reads this.

"It's been a shit day," he tells her offhandedly, "And all I wanna do right now is bury my cock inside you," he adds with a vulgar hiss that she's never heard from him.

Before she can question him anymore, he pulls his dick out of his pants, hanging them off of his hips and presses himself inside of her, causing her to arch her back and stabilize herself atop the desk at his unexpected move.

"Shit!" he groans against the crook of her neck as he presses inside her dryly. He doesn't try to get her anymore wet as he begins thrusting against her with hard deep presses that Asami gets no pleasure from.

His thrusts are unforgiving and relentless as they dig deeper into her. Her brows press together in pain and not pleasure as he continues to drive himself inside her with the singular purpose of gaining his own pleasure. She doesn't have to worry about being too loud because nothing about this assault feels good to her and she wonders what's put him in such a sour mood.

He hooks his hips into hers, pressing himself deep and deeper inside her. He holds onto her thighs, forcing them open and digging his nails into her sensitive flesh as he continues to press inside her.

"Fuck, Hawks, that hurts!" she growls at him as she pulls away from him to look at the wild look in his eyes.

"And what is this?" Asami's eyes widen and so do Hawks' at the foreign voice in the room.

Without a second wasted, Hawks extends his red wings out to shield the purple-haired girl from her gaze, but it's already too late, she's been spotted.

Hawks looks over his shoulder, seeing the blonde woman from the head of the Hero's Safety Commission. Their eyes meet, and he can tell that there's no doubt she saw enough.

He pulls out of Asami, shoving himself back into his pants and she pulls down her skirt as a red-hot shame brushes against her cheeks. He hates the look on her face, and he can't look at her like that, so he opts to look at the president instead.

"Might we have a moment alone, dear?" the blonde woman from the Hero Public Safety Commission commands with an unenthusiastic look on her face and a condescending tone in her voice.

Asami shimmies off of the desk, tugging on the fabric of her skirt as she makes her way out of the room, her disgraceful eyes fixated on the ground as he head falls down with shame.

Once the door slides closed, the blonde woman's hard eyes flash over to Hawks'. He challenges her glare on him and she scoffs at him. "That ends today."

"Yeah," he tightens his jaw.

"She can no longer work here," she tells him and he furrows his brows at her. "That… whatever that was…" she begins with a snarl, "Will dismantle everything we've built with you in that camp," she snaps at him and he looks away from her. "I trust that you haven't told her anything about your training, and your past, and your name?"

"She knows nothing," he growls back at her with the same tone she's insistent on using with him.

"It won't continue."

"You're not going to ruin her career over this," Hawks threatens her.

"No?" she questions him with a humorless scoff. "She ruined her own career when she decided to open her legs to her superior and devalue any chance that she had at anyone taking her seriously here."

"She is the hardest working person here. This is her passion! I am not going to let you take that away from her because you want to punish me."

The president looks at him with harsh eyes, frown lines around her lips grow prominent as she watches the hero before her try to justify his relationship with her. He can tell that she's not budging with this, so he makes his own stipulation.

"We can move her, and I'll keep it under wraps," he promises her, "I will not destroy her career because of this. We find her another agency; somewhere better," he adds quickly. "It'll look like a promotion, not a punishment. And I will promise you that I will keep our relationship a secret," he says choking on his words, knowing that he would want nothing more than to be out with their relationship, and may now never be able to.

She shakes her head, her expressions fatigued and unenthusiastic. "No," she tells him sternly. "You end it. You never see her again. We'll cover it up, but we are not allowing her to trot around this agency—or any other for that matter—opening her legs to any b-rate hero in the hopes to elevate herself," she finishes nastily

A snarl reaches his upper lip and nose, as he feels his blood boil at her tone. This was not Asami's fault and he will not let this old hag slut shame her for it.

"If you don't move her, I'll go public," he threatens her and she scoffs at him. "Not about my relationship with her. But about how the Hero Public Safety Commission paid impoverished families to sell their children into a hero training camp. How it produced more dead kids than heroes. How I was one of a handful that survived," he chuckles. "Hell, I'll even give Asami the story to solidify her career. You'll be ruined," he promises her with a low tone.

He looks at her and he sees that they are at an impasse of who will budge first, both having enough to ruin the other. Hawks sighs, conceding to a mutually beneficial idea. "Look, I promise I'll stop seeing her. I'll keep up the public image that I'm the single heart throb you like to peddle to the masses, because it's good PR for you. But she has to keep her career. I can't be the reason she's lost everything."

She watches him with an unmoving glare, unfazed by his threats, but he can tell that she does not take them lightly. She shakes her head and he takes a step away from her. "Fine," she presses out. "If she wants to keep her career, she'll be transferred to the Number Two's Agency."

"Endeavor?" he blinks at her, "I was thinking Edgeshot, or Best Jeanist" he tells her. "Endeavor is a PR nightmare."

"And she's the best you've had," she reminds him with heavy features. "It's him or nothing," she tells him. "Then we can see just how good she really is."