"Prey Drive (For You)" Pt. 2 - Hawks x Quirked!AFAB!Reader
Part 1
You and Hawks finally catch up again and you finally understand what he wants out of you...
request : “can you maybe perhaps write a lil smth where reader (preferably AFAB) has a bunny quirk and is in her third year of ua so she's mirkos sidekick and like readers REALLYYYY into Hawks and they end up sleeping together at the end 🙏🙏🙏🥹🥹🥹 im so it's so vague 😞”
*** cw : AFAB reader (words like pussy, clit, tits, etc. used), pet names (dove, sweets, beautiful, etc.), praise/praise kink, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex (p in v), creampie/unsafe sex, Hawks being Hawks ***
cw : 6.2k !!!
taglist : @leyleyluvss9liffs
The next few days are a bit of a blur. You don’t get to see much of Hawks, although he does end up giving you his number. You’re too nervous to text him first, so you wait a few days. He ends up texting you back, very enthusiastically, getting rid of virtually any of your anxiety. Your text exchanges are few and far between and usually just involve talking about trivial things. Your conversations in person are far better.
You’re checking your phone one day while on patrol with Mirko, hardly paying attention to what’s in front of you. Hawks had sent a picture of himself earlier that day while he was getting ready. You can’t help but keep glancing back at the picture, staring at his exposed toned body. You’re so distracted you end up bumping into Mirko. She scoffs, “What’s got you all riled up? Can’t even pay attention, huh?” She teases, nudging your shoulder. You flush bright red at her teasing, quickly putting away your phone, “I-It’s nothing,” you mumble shyly. That gets Mirko grinning wide, “Ooo! Is it a boy?” Seeing the way you stutter and tumble over your words gets a loud laugh out of Mirko, “I knew it!” She says triumphantly, throwing a fist into the air in victory.
Watching the way you try and scramble for an explanation just makes Mirko laugh even harder, throwing an arm around your neck, “You don’t gotta be shy! I’ll keep your secret.” She says, bringing a finger to her lips. God, it makes you feel like you’re in middle school all over again, getting teased for your crush. “S-Shut up!” You say defensively with a small laugh. You and Hawks have exchanged a few pictures back and forth, just casual things like outfits or getting ready for the day. Today was the actual first time Hawks sent anything suggestive, a picture of him with his shirt off. You’re definitely saving that for later for your own personal purposes.
Mirko spends a few more minutes teasing you, trying to get answers out of you and asking which boy it is, “Is he in your class? Oh! I bet it’s that Haru kid, right? You guys would make such a cute couple! Two heteromorphs!” You just try and tune her out, your face still beet red. You couldn’t imagine dating one of your classmates, you’ve gone through far too much with them just this school year alone. Not as much as the first years of class 1-A, but definitely enough for it to be considered a lot.
Once again, you hear him before you see him. The tell-tale ‘woosh’ of his wings as he flies overhead. “Hey! My two favorite bunnies!” Hawks calls, landing in front of you two, that infamous smirk on his face. Mirko smiles widely at her friend, her arm still wrapped around your neck, “Hawks! You won’t believe it! Our little bun here has a crush!” Mirko loudly announces, making you squawk in embarrassment. It’s one thing to be teased by Mirko, but a completely different thing to be teased by the both of them. You sputter, waving your hands, “N-No! I-It’s not like that!” Hawks looks between the two of you before letting out a loud laugh, hand moving to remove his yellow goggles, “Ooo, a crush, huh? Spill. Give me all the details.” Mirko goes off on her own spiel, saying how she thinks its one of your classmates or someone you met during your work study.
Hawks can’t help the mischievous smile that lights up his face. If his suspicions are correct, it’s him Mirko is talking about. That much is quite obvious, the way you get so shy around him and get so flustered whenever he flirts with you. He just wants to see you squirm a bit… and it’s working. You cover your face with your hands, letting out an embarrassed groan, making the two heroes just laugh harder. The three of you end up getting lunch at a nearby restaurant, it already being lunch time and both Hawks and Mirko having a break in their patrols. You notice the way Hawks keeps glancing at you, that knowing smile on his lips. It makes you squirm, makes your face flush. God, you hope he never brings it up.
While the three of you are eating, Mirko ends up excusing herself to the bathroom, leaving just you and Hawks at the table. Hawks leans his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, looking at you mischievously. You can already tell by the look on his face what he’s about to say. “Don’t,” You say defensively, your ears flattening on your head. That just makes his grin spread wider, “What? You don’t even know what I’m going to say!” He says with a laugh. You cover your face with your hands again, trying to hide your already growing embarrassment. “Yes I do!” You retort, your words muffled by your hands. You feel Hawks’ foot nudge your leg and you peer at him through the spaces between your fingers, “W-What…?” Hawks’ expression turns soft, almost sincere, “I think it’s adorable you have a little crush,” Hawks says lowly, keeping his voice quiet. You huff, crossing your arms and ears twitching in irritation, “It’s not ‘adorable’ it’s embarrassing,” You correct. That gets another laugh out of Hawks, the sound loud and boisterous. How can someone so handsome be so insufferable?
Hawks tilts his head, with his wide eyes, he truly does look like a bird, “‘Embarrassing’, huh?” He teases and you roll your eyes. Hawks leans in, his face close to yours. It reminds you of the other day, the same way your breaths mingle together. “Tell me, bun-bun. Who’s this person you have a crush on, huh?” You scoff, nose twitching and taking a sip of your drink, “Like I’d tell you,” it’s one thing for Mirko to know and an entirely different thing for Hawks himself to know. Hawks just grins, plucking the straw from your drink, licking the soda that comes off it in drips, “I think I know who it is,” he says, his voice knowing and confident. You just roll your eyes, trying to steal the straw back from him. Seeing the way he licks the small piece of plastic is… attractive to say the least. It makes you imagine him licking other things.
Hawks pulls the straw away from your grasp easily with a small snicker, shaking his head, “Nuh-uh-uh! You don’t get this back until you tell me who it is!” He says, making you huff again. You grab your glass, taking a sip from it normally without the straw, “I don’t need it anyway…” You glance away from Hawks, taking a few breaths to try and calm your racing heart. You’ve never had a crush that’s so blatantly obvious, so obvious the person of your affections knows about it. Hawks giggles, downright giggles, placing the straw into your drink again, “Fine, be that way.” There’s a beat of silence between you two for a moment. Of course, Hawks is the one who breaks it, “You don’t have to be so shy around me, bun-bun. I know.” Just hearing Hawks admit it makes your face heat up ten times more than it already was. You sigh, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt nervously, “I-I know…” Hawks would need to be incredibly dense to not be able to figure it out by now.
He leans in again, that knowing smirk on his face, “It’s fine. Really,” He says reassuringly, hand moving to brush some of his hair out of his face. “You people just can’t resist me or my charms,” He says teasingly, making you smile and giggle. You have to agree that that much is true. At least to a certain point, “You have me there…” He smiles softly at you, again that genuine crooked smile on his face, “How about… how about we get dinner some time…? Just me and you…?” He sounds almost… nervous? Unsure…? Just not like his usual confident self. That makes you soften, nodding your head eagerly, “Yeah, of course.” His signature grin reappears as Mirko comes back, sitting down at the table next to you two, “So, what did I miss?”
It seems Hawks was serious about the two of you going out, him sending you a text a few hours later asking when you’re free. You don’t know why it surprises you, but it does. It just doesn’t seem like reality. The Hawks wanting to go out on a date with you. It’s like a dream come true. You end up responding to him, telling him that you’re free this upcoming weekend. Now, you just have to plan out what you’re going to wear. What you’re going to do. It leaves you wracked with nerves, unsure exactly what to do. Do you dress casually? Do you wear something fancy? Hawks doesn’t necessarily seem like the kind of guy to take someone out on a fancy date. But he is a pro Hero, and that just seems like something they would do. You would go out to fancy diners if you had the time and money. Scratch that, why are you even going? Is Hawks just taking pity on you? Is he just that worried about rejecting you that he felt like he had to go out with you? It leaves your mind racing with so many questions, so many anxieties. And you have no outlet for them.
The day finally arrives of your supposed date and you’re sweating buckets. Just absolutely soaked through your dress. It’s a very simple, but elegant, dress you borrowed from a friend, the black fabric a dark contrast to your skin. Honestly, it makes you look hot, accentuates your curves in all the right places. You even had help with your hair, one of your friends helping you out with it. She totally fan-girled when you told her the date was with Hawks, making sure you looked your damned best and wishing you the best of luck. Although, luck can only get you so far. But nevermind about that fact, you’re here now standing in front of the restaurant. It looks fairly simple, just your typical sushi place, nothing too fancy. It makes you realize you were indeed overthinking the hell out of everything and the implications of what Hawks texted you. You’re so in your own head, you don’t even notice Hawks is there until he says your name.
He’s dressed simply, just a black shirt, beige jacket and grey sweatpants. Nothing too out of the ordinary or too fancy. Seeing the way he’s so casually dressed makes you feel like you’re overdressed, anxiety suddenly rearing its ugly head again. Hawks smiles at you, that soft crooked smile, as his eyes rove over your form, “You clean up well,” he says, voice low and genuine. That has a smile lighting up your own lips, “T-Thank you.” You two enter the restaurant and begin the rest of your night. The food is honestly phenomenal, the ingredients being high quality and the waitstaff being more than accommodating. Hawks explains to you that this is one of his favorite places because the staff here treat him like just a regular old customer and not like the actual celebrity he is. You sometimes forget that, that one of your mentors would literally be considered a celebrity. To you he’s just… Hawks. And that’s it. Just the guy who’s Mirko’s friend, the guy who gives you so much advice and pointers about becoming a pro Hero, the guy who likes to eat chicken on his breaks despite being an avian himself.
As the night wears on, you find yourself getting more and more comfortable in his presence. He’s just so easy to get along with, makes you feel at home and like you don’t need to hide your true self. You don’t mind the small glances or the way he gently nudges you sometimes, you don’t mind the way his hand brushes against yours occasionally or the way his hand finds your thigh and squeezes under the table. It’s nice, comfortable. You find yourself laughing freely at his jokes, not self-conscious to let out the snorts and giggles you usually hide. You find yourself reaching out for him, hand brushing against his and eyes staring at his lips. It’s wonderful.
By the time the waiter brings the bill, you find yourself not wanting the night to end. A small look of disappointment crosses your face, ears twitching, and Hawks notices. He smiles reassuringly, hand reaching out to grasp yours and squeeze, “We can go back to my place if you want. It doesn’t have to end here.” You immediately and eagerly nod your head, a smile lighting up your features, “I would love to!” Hawks pays for the tab and stands up from the booth. You follow suit, following behind Hawks. He places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out the doors and towards his car. It’s a nice sleek convertible, one that looks quite expensive. He opens the passenger door for you, gesturing you inside. You quickly sit down, making sure your dress is situated nicely and not riding up too much. Hawks makes his way around the car, getting in on the rider’s side and starting the car. He places a hand on your thigh, the other gripping the wheel. That makes a heat travel down your body, trying not to squeeze your thighs together too much.
The ride to his place is nice, comfortably quiet, only the hum of the engine being the only sound. Hawks breaks the silence, “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” That crooked smile is on his face again, his hand starting to slide up your thigh. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles forth, brushing some hair out of your face, “T-Thank you.” You’re still not used to his compliments at this point, even though it happens so often. You can’t help the way you squirm as Hawks’ hand travels up your thigh, the heat radiating between your legs. He turns towards you, the car stopped at a red light, “You have any experience with boys…?” You immediately catch what Hawks is trying to say, your face heating up. “N-Not really…” You admit shyly. The most experience you’ve had was just an awkward first time with one of your boyfriends in middle school. It was very awkward and very disappointing, not at all up to your expectations.
Hawks nods his head, hand squeezing your thigh again, “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” that relieves a ton of your anxiety. You were worried that Hawks wouldn’t want you if you didn’t have a lot of experience. But it doesn’t get rid of your anxiety entirely, you’re still very nervous about what’s upcoming, unsure just how far you two will go. You arrive at Hawks home within ten minutes, and the way the building stands so tall above you makes you look at it in awe. Hawks chuckles at your reaction, nodding his head towards the building, “I live on the top floor, the penthouse. It has a gorgeous view. Much like you.” You dumbly nod your head, barely noticing the flirty comment at the end. The two of you make your way out of the car and into the building, Hawks guiding you all the while.
Hawks nods at the doorman as the two of you enter, the man giving a polite smile in return. It now suddenly hits you what is happening. You’re about to go inside Hawks home after your first date with him. This doesn’t feel real. Your legs suddenly feel shaky, the anxiety catching up to you. Hawks notices, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, “You good?” You nod your head sheepishly, wrapping your own arm around his waist for balance, “Y-Yeah, j-just… anxious.” Hawks smiles gently at you, leaning in to place a kiss to your temple, “You don’t gotta be anxious, sweets. I got you.” The two of you make your way to the elevator, entering the pristine silver box. The trip up to the top floor takes a while, but thankfully Hawks fills the silence, it makes your anxiety less suffocating.
By the time you two make it up to his penthouse, you’re sweating again. You can’t help yourself. You know Hawks isn’t going to force you to do anything, but you really want both him and yourself to have a good time… even if that means going all the way. Hawks notices the way your anxiety doesn’t leave, smiling gently down at you, “It’s okay, dove,” he reassures again. Hawks’ home is just as fancy as you expected, marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows that show off the gorgeous skyline. Everything looks so pristine and clean, all the appliances and furniture up-to-date. It nearly looks like its not lived in. Hawks shrugs off his jacket, and toes off his shoes at the door, “Want a drink?” He asks before he realizes that you’re not even old enough to drink alcohol. He lets out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck,”H-How about some water, yeah?” As Hawks moves off to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, you busy yourself with working off your heels. The marble feels very cool on the bares of your feet, making you shiver. You’re not used to wearing heels, grateful to finally have the opportunity to take them off. You follow behind Hawks to the kitchen, eyes glancing over the open floor plan of the penthouse.With how pristine everything looks, you briefly wonder just how much time Hawks even spends here. Everything looks like it’s in place, nothing looking lived in. It’s almost unsettling.
Hawks eventually makes his way back to you with a glass of water, smiling gently at you. You return the smile, grasping the glass with a small ‘thank you’. You take a few sips of water, still glancing around Hawks’ home. He gestures for you to sit on the couch and you immediately obey, sinking down into the plushness. It feels like you’re sitting on a cloud. Hawks sits down next to you, your knees touching. His hand makes its way back to your thigh, reassuringly rubbing up and down. He smiles down at you, that caring charming crooked smile that you’ve grown to love. A hand moves to cup your face, Hawks leaning in until your lips brush against one another. He looks down at your lips and back up at your eyes, “I-Is this okay…?” He asks nervously. It’s strange seeing the Hawks so nervous, usually he’s the air of confidence. You sheepishly nod your head, your ears twitching interest. You can no longer control your body’s reactions anymore, just reacting on instinct alone.
Finally leaning in all the way, Hawks presses his lips to yours, moaning softly into the kiss. It’s so gentle, so slow that it hardly feels like reality. Your arms move to wrap around Hawks’ neck, pulling him closer. Hawks takes that as a sign to continue forward, his tongue moving out to prod at the seam of your lips. You allow him access eagerly, moaning as your tongues touch and tangle with one another.
It feels like you can hardly think, hardly breathe, hardly exist without some form of Hawks consuming your consciousness. Whether it’s the way your tongues tangle together, or the way he so tenderly cups your face, or the smell of his expensive cologne, or the way his hand is riding up your thigh. All you can feel, smell, see is him. He pulls back slowly after a few moments, a thick string of saliva connecting the two of you together. His pupils are dilated, nearly encompassing the entire gold of his iris. The both of you pant softly, hot breaths mingling together. Hawks is the first one to break the silence, a small grin lighting up his features, “Y-You good?” He asks, barely able to restrain himself. You nod your head, a still bit dazed from the kiss, “Y-Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you whisper voice low. That makes Hawks nod his head, the smile on his face widening, “G-Good.”
His hand moves to your back, finding the zipper of your dress. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for your approval. You gulp but nod your head, allowing Hawks to unzip your dress and pull it down your body slowly. His breath hitches as the soft skin of your body is revealed to his greedy eyes. “Beautiful,” He breathes under his breath, his hands moving to cup and trace your curves. You shiver slightly as his hands cup your bra-clad breasts, the sensation making a jolt of pleasure travel down your body. Hawks leans in to kiss you again before trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. He gently nips and sucks at the skin, trying to find the spot that will make you gasp. You mewl softly, tilting your head to give him better access. Your own hands hover awkwardly in the air, unsure what to do. Hawks grins against your skin, guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders, “It’s okay,” he reassures again. As Hawks reaches the area where your neck meets your shoulder, you gasp softly, hands clutching tighter at his shoulders. You can feel the way his grin widens and feel the rumble of his chuckle against your skin. “Yeah? Right there, sweets?” He asks in that playful voice of his, making you whine.
You didn’t expect to be so sensitive, every touch of Hawks’ sending electricity across your skin. Mewling as Hawks gently suckles on the sensitive area, you arch into his touch. Hawks spends a few moments just sucking hickies and marks into your neck, his teeth digging into your skin. As he nibbles on your flesh, you can’t help but think about how you two probably look like a predator and prey right now, hawks traditionally being the predator and rabbits being the prey. It makes you snicker softly and that captures Hawks’ attention. “What? What are you laughing at?” He pulls back slightly, making you whine as the contact is gone. “J-Just… thinking about how hawks usually are the predators of rabbits,” You mumble shyly, making Hawks snort, “Yeah? You wanna be my prey for tonight?” he asks in that low voice of his, making you shiver. You’d love to get devoured by Hawks if it meant he kept doing what he was doing.
Your reaction makes a feral grin appear on his lips, “Oh, someone liked that,” he says with a low snicker. You flush, you’ve never really been into the predator/prey kink, or any kink for that matter, it’s just something that never interested you. But sitting here with Hawks, thinking about being devoured by him feels hot. You nod your head, biting your bottom lip shyly. “Yeah? You wanna be my little bunny?” He purrs, his voice low and sexy. That just makes you squirm, feeling heat travel down your spine. Hawks reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, “Be my good little bunny and let me play with these pretty tits, yeah?” he growls, eyes widening as your breasts are revealed to his hungry gaze. “So fucking beautiful,” He whispers under his breath, his hands moving to cup the fatty flesh. His hands squeeze and fondle the soft flesh of your tits, thumbs gently circling the areolas of your nipples. His touch is slow, almost hesitant, a complete contrast to his inability to hold his arousal back. He wants to go at your pace, doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Hawks looks up at you for your reaction before leaning in, mouthing at your breasts. It makes a small mewl bubble past your lips, arching up into his touch. Cute moans and squeaks escape your lips as Hawks plays with your tits, the sensation causing arousal to travel down your body. You feel incredibly warm, already very turned on just from the small amount of attention he’s given you so far. A gasp escapes you as Hawks wraps his warm wet mouth around one of your nipples, sucking softly. His tongue roves over the hardening bud, his hand giving the other similar treatment. He moans at your noises, so turned on himself. He pulls away, a large grin on his face as his hands continue to fondle and tease the soft flesh, “Such a good bunny,” he purrs. It makes you squirm and whine, the praise going straight to your cunt. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to get some relief to your aching pussy. Hawks notices with a snicker, one of his hands moving down to your thighs, “Ah ah ah,” he tuts, spreading your thighs with his hand. That makes another whine bubble past your lips, feeling the way Hawks teases you.
He leans in again, lips brushing against your own, “You gotta be a good little bunny if you want me to touch you down there,” he whispers. You can’t help the whimper that comes from you, barely able to contain your noises. This is so much better than you imagined it going, the pleasure coursing through your body being intense and nearly constant from Hawks’ touch. His hand moves from your thigh to the seam of your crotch, caressing your covered cunt. That shit eating grin lights up his face again, “Look at that. You’re so wet. Is this all for little ol’ me?” he teases. Your hips buck up into his touch, “H-Hawks,” you whimper. He shushes you with a kiss to your lips, “Shh, pretty girl. I gotchu’.” His hand expertly moves underneath your panties, fingers gently stroking your soaked folds. Exploring gently, Hawks’ fingers move along your swollen cunt, teasing and toying with you. His fingers just barely brush along your entrance, even avoiding your clit entirely. That makes a frustrated huff escape you, trying to brush your lips against Hawks’ again.
He pulls away again with a small tut, “What did I say about being a good bunny?” You nearly sob as Hawks pulls his fingers away, hips canting up to try and get some stimulation again, “W-Wait! Please!” you beg, hands grasping at his shoulders. Hawks grins, knowing he has you wrapped tight around his finger, knowing that you’d do anything if it meant he kept touching you. He leans in, pressing yet another kiss to your full lips. His hands move to the hem of your panties, starting to pull them down. You let out a small sigh of relief, glad that he isn’t stopping entirely. But that doesn’t mean Hawks is done teasing you. No no no. It’s like his teasing just increases, fingers purposefully avoiding your exposed soaked folds now, hands brushing along your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide for him. Hawks pulls back fully to get a look at you, a look at the mess he’s making of you.
That fucking grin on his face, the one that makes your pussy clench and drool, appears on his face yet again. Now that your panties are pulled down, that leaves you fully nude and Hawks still dressed. Hawks seems to notice the inequality, pulling back to pull his own shirt off. Your eyes, and hands, explore the expanse of his chest and abs, touch reverent. You’ve never been with someone this conventionally attractive before, and it makes you feel kind of lucky, honestly. Hawks chuckles, guiding your hands down towards his own crotch. “Look what you do to me, baby,” he whispers, guiding your hand to cup his bulge. You gulp, realizing just how big he is. He notices your reaction, unable to contain the small snicker that escapes, “Don’t worry, sweets. I’ll make sure it fits.” That brings back a little bit of your anxiety, instinctively clutching your thighs together, almost like you’re hiding. Hawks presses a reassuring kiss to your temple, “It’ll fit, beautiful. Promise,” he holds out his pinkie, almost jokingly, but you cross your own pinkie with his anyway.
Now that Hawks has pinkie-promised you that he won’t hurt you, he works on getting you stretched out. His dominant hand moves back down to your cunt, finally circling a finger around your entrance. You can’t help the small whimper that comes out, spreading your thighs wide on the couch for him. A relived sigh falls from your lips as Hawks finally pushes the finger inside, his mouth moving to your breasts again. He licks and sucks at your nipples, his finger making quick work of your sopping wet cunt. He curls his finger gently, just exploring your entrance. He grins wickedly when he finds that spongy spot inside you, making you loudly gasp and buck up into his touch. “Yeah? There, pretty girl?” He teases, easing another finger inside. You can’t help the way your hips cant up into his fingers, eyes rolling back just slightly. He reaches so much deeper inside than you can get with your own fingers, making your pussy clench and utterly drool. “H-Hawks!” you gasp, hands clutching at his shoulders tightly.
He doesn’t let up, fingering your sloppy hole. He pulls back from your chest, smirking up at you, “You’re doing so fucking good, bunny. So good for me.” The praise makes both your mouth and cunt drool, nearly obsessed with the way his mouth forms those words. He leans up to kiss your mouth, groaning at the way you eagerly stick your tongue inside his mouth. You can’t get enough, it feels way too good. You’re a bit worried you’ll cum before he even gets inside you at this point. A squeal comes out muffled as Hawks adds yet another finger inside you, now three at this point. He trails kisses and nips down your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your heated skin. Your orgasm suddenly hits you like a freight train, making you loudly cry out for your lover. Hawks groans into your skin, feeling the way your cunt squeezes and milks his fingers. “Therreee we go. Good girl, good girl,” He breathes into your skin, fingers hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again. Your thighs quake and shiver, sounds turning into whines and whimpers the longer he keeps his fingers moving inside you.
He only pulls his fingers out once he feels you begin to try and squirm away from his touch, placing a kiss to your breast above your heart. “There she is,” He whispers, that gigantic grin on his stupidly handsome face. You didn’t even realize you were drooling until Hawks leans in and wipes it away. You’re breathless, listless as you recover from your intense climax. You didn’t expect to actually cum before he got inside you, it leaves you feeling a bit sheepish. But it’s quickly wiped away as Hawks kisses your face, leaving kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. Hawks only pulls away as you begin to squirm again, but this time for a different reason. You can feel the way his bulge presses against your cunt, needing to feel him inside you. Hawks chuckles, feeling the way you buck helplessly into him. “So needy, huh?” He purrs, his own hands moving to push down his sweatpants. Your mouth waters at just the sight of the large bulge in his briefs, only imagining how big it will be.
Wasting no more time, Hawks finally pushes down his briefs, his cock hitting his stomach with a wet ‘slap’. You can’t help the way you outright moan at the sight of his dick, your pussy clenching helplessly. He’s massive. And he’s about to be all the way inside you. Grasping the base of his dick, Hawks gives a few pumps to himself, groaning softly, “Gonna stretch you out so good, pretty girl.” He lines himself up with your entrance, hands holding your waist firmly. “Just breathe,” He whispers as he begins to slowly push inside, making you cry out and him to groan. “J-Just like that, fuck yeah,” He whispers to himself, gradually pushing his fat cock inside your tight pussy. You gasp and squirm and writhe, trying your best to breathe like Hawks told you to. But it’s difficult, difficult when you’re being impaled on the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.
Hawks only pauses once he’s all the way inside you, hands gently rubbing and massaging your hips, “So good. Doing so good for me, pretty girl.” You whimper, cunt clenching around him at those words. It makes him grunt, head moving to rest against your shoulder, “S-Shit, baby! C-Calm down.” he gasps. It’s incredibly difficult for Hawks to not just begin thrusting into you, the way your tight pussy squeezes his dick being addicting. He could probably cum just from this, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t move until you begin to settle down, doesn’t even dare move an inch until you’re a bit more stable and calm. And when he moves, it makes you utterly cry out. Even just the way he pulls out slowly has you clenching around him. “F-Fuck, baby,” he grunts, trying to stay calm himself and not fuck you into oblivion. Each thrust of his has you crying out and reaching for him, tears in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good before, never felt this much pure pleasure.
Your cries gradually fill the living room along with the grunts and groans of Hawks. His pace is slow but deep, hitting all the best spots within you. You can barely hold on to anything — him, your sanity. Tears flow from your eyes, dripping down your flushed cheeks. “H-Hawks! Hawks!” You keep crying out for him, fueling him. He grasps your thighs, pushing them towards your chest to reach deeper inside you. At the same time, he presses his forehead to your’s, “K-Keigo. It’s Keigo. Call out for me, sweets,” He whispers lowly. You quickly switch to calling out his real name, making him grunt and his cock to twitch deliciously. Each thrust feels like a punch to your gut, makes you breathless, makes you lose your mind just that bit more. You squirm and writhe under your lover, body shaking and quaking from the force of his thrusts.
It doesn’t take very long for your second climax to start building, that familiar heat beginning in your lower belly. Loud mewls escape from your lips, your hips needily bucking up into Keigo’s. His hand moves down to toy and play with your clit, rubbing the hard swollen nub in precise circles. Keigo grunts as he feels your pussy begin to squeeze his cock, “Fuck, I can feel you. You’re close, huh?” He picks up the pace, earnestly fucking into your sloppy hole. His fat cock pistons in and out of your messy cunt, making lewd wet squelching noises. “K-Keigo! Keigo!” You cry out for him, your orgasm rapidly approaching. He pushes your thighs even further into your chest, effectively putting you in a mating press as he tries to reach as deep as he can into you, “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, beautiful,” he grunts out, his own orgasm dangerously close.
You sob and cry out, your body utterly shaking and quaking as your second orgasm hits you hard. Your walls clench and throb and pulse around Keigo tightly, milking his dick. With a loud groan, your orgasm triggers Keigo’s own, him beginning to spill inside your clenching pussy. White hot cum fills your hole, Keigo’s cockhead kissing your cervix as he fills you up, up, up. The sensation of his cum flooding you just prolongs your own climax, tears flowing down your flushed cheeks. Keigo only stops and pulls back once you begin squirming again, the pleasure too much for your oversensitive body. Keigo loudly moans as he pulls out, watching the way his cum spills out of you and onto the couch, “There we go. My little stuffed bunny,” he purrs, panting and sweating. You both take a few minutes to catch your breath, small whines and whimpers escaping you as your sensitive pussy twitches and throbs. You’ve never felt this full before. It makes you realize you’ll have to go to the supermarket to buy plan B.
But that’s an objective for a different time, right now you’re fully focused on the sweaty man in front of you. Keigo leans in, pressing a few kisses to your forehead, “So good. You did so good for me, bunny,” his hand moves to stroke your hair and ears, a large satisfied smile on his face. He uses a few feathers to go fetch a damp cloth and some water for you. They return to him very quickly, Keigo using the cloth to clean you up, mopping up the spilled cum. Sweet words and praises are whispered into your skin as he cleans you up. Keigo lets ut a sheepish chuckle, hands running up and down your shaky thighs, “So uh… date two…?” The awkwardness of his tone makes you burst out into giggles, “Of course.”
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