I am most likely going to record an er/asermic holiday wav!
All Characters are 21+ Minors no not interact.
Summery: Hawks helping Y/N decorate but the dusty decorations are getting to him. sorry it is short im bad at writing
As you were lifting the Christmas tree box up the stairs from the basement you couldn’t help but notice as the box seem to almost instantly become lighter. Your eyes trained on the red feather on the other end. You chuckled as you cross the threshold into the bottom layer of the combined apartment with a Pro Hero Hawks.
You have been dating this silly bird for almost a year now and still finding out new things about him every day. As you rounded the corner you saw the Pro sitting on the couch having the box hover in the corner of the living room. He looks to you a cocky grin spreading across his face, he chuckled to himself silently before his voice rang out. “Hey baby bird can help but notice you need a little help there.”
As you made your way over to the couch and laid on it dramatically, Hawks couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the red feather put the box down then returning to his prominent red wings.
“Is my little chickadee tired don’t worry doll I can help you set up the holiday celebrations.”
As you smirked and made your way over to the dust ridden boxes that held all the ornaments and decorations you can’t help but recall a sense of déjà vu around this time last year although you couldn’t remember why exactly.
As you open the box to take out the holiday stockings as well as all the candles and ornaments a fine layer of dust entering the air you heard he barely audible sound from behind you.
“heh-! Hht'chss!”
As you glanced over your right shoulder you see the Pro Hero head buried in his elbow before quickly returning to a standing position straightening the fake pine limbs of the Christmas tree.
As you made your way over with the first set of ornaments carefully hanging them on the branches of the tree you quickly jumped in the loud sound to your immediate left.
“h’KXXt ! Ih’xXt !”
You muster enough courage to say bless you before returning to the box to get more decorations but when you turned around again hawks was blocking your path, finger under his nose however the orifice was still twitching violently.
“Baby doll you know I love you but it has a lot of dust on theses and I’m gon- I’m gonna- hdt’TZzshh! hih’ISSHhh!”
You quickly shoved your hand over his nose and mouth to prevent the spray from getting on your face and as he sneezed wildly against your hand you couldn’t help with shudder.
As you looked at his face tear began to slowly fall down, you noticed your hands hadn’t been the cleanest…in fact they were layered with dust and cobwebs and as you quickly made this alarming discovery Hawk’s breath quicken against your palm.
You were transfixed on his contorting facial features as what seem to be many sneezes, were beginning to take hold of the Pro. You quickly reached up with your other hand and firmly grabbed his nose pinching it but Hawks let out hitching breaths.
“Y/N huh-HihhH—please... hh-hih Y/N... ihH …it f-fucking tickles.” You had rarely seen him for this valuable and awakens something in you.You lead the hitching man over to the couch having him sit and then straddling him. You couldn’t help but notice that your actions hadn’t been all for nothing as a tent was beginning to rise in the Pro Heros pants. As the man gasped with each intake of air you began to kiss down his neck. He began to moan out both in desperation and need.
“eh....hh-! Ih'HH-.... Fucking shh hhih-hdt! Fugk Y/N....it.... hehh ....it tickles so bad...." Hawks moans, louder and you gave him a stern look before removing your hand from his nose.
His breath inhale deeply as you looked down to enjoy the show
“Hh'txxk!Ishh'hxx! .....HhgkSHHuu!! Ehgt'tshhu!! Heh'tchhuu!....hhi-hh hKSHH!! Hhhrshh!! Ishhhue!!” Hawks is panting now, messy sneezes spraying all across you clothed chest and hand. You couldn’t help but smile and remember it was about this time last year that you asked him out almost in a similar way
“You good, birdie?” first, because holy fuck, you can’t remember a time where you have seen someone sneeze this much in such a short span of time.
Hawks sniffles messily, letting out a congested sigh. “Yeah....feldt good to finally ledt themb oudt ligke thadt,baby bird.” He pauses and then whispers in your ear.
Keigo would not know how to clean until Y/N confronts him about the dust. So he tries to clean and duet sets him off, but of course Y/N doesn’t mind and decides to “help”
