Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.
SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,
Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.
You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.
You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.
Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.
“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.
You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.
You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.
Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.
You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...
You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.
And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.
And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.
You smiled softly at him.
Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.
For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.
Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you
“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”
You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.
His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.
Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.
The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said
“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”
You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.
He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.
“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.
He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.
Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.
He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.
And tonight would be different.
Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.
It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.
“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.
Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke
“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”
Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation
“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.
Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.
“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.
“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.
But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.
“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.
“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.
As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.
You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.
You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.
Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”
“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.
Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.
You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.
Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.
It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.
You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.
“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped
Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand
“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly
“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his
You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.
“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you
You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.
Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.
Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.
You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.
Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.
“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.
Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.
Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.
You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.
“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.
“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.
“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”
He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.
“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.
He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.
Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.
“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.
You only glare at him in response.
“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you
“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,
Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.
His eyes darken as he releases a breath.
“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly
Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.
Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.
His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.
“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.
Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.
Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.
You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.
His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.
“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset
“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing
“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.
“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.
His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.
“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.
“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.
Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.
Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.
Chuckling darkly he spoke again.
“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”
Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.
“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.
You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.
“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”
Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.
“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.
“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.
“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.
Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied
