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((Chap 3. Before You Get a Boyfriend))
((Hawks x Miku ((OC))
Chap. 4
EleTokyo was Miku’s venue of choice.
The honeycomb design of the glitzy building revealed a dense crowd of gyrating, well-dressed bodies packed inside.
Outside, a crowd of B-list guests waited in line, while A-list guests passed them by.
Surrounding the block were fans and paparazzi vying for a glimpse of the rich and famous.
Hawks was among those rich and famous. In a bout of self consciousness, he found himself second guessing his outfit choice.
Compared to the snazzier wardrobes of the other guests, the faded brown leather jacket he'd thrown over his white T and dark wash jeans seemed a bit underwhelming.
Hawks and the small band of security he had with him, bypassed the bouncer easily; with a nod of his head being enough to get him through the door.
Once inside, the bass thudded in his ears and reverberated in his chest.
Eyes widened as they fell on the number two hero. Hawks smiled and waved back casually.
Fuck.
Wrong move.
For drunk fans, that was like the equivalent of setting up a fucking booth and offering free autographs.
"Hawks, Hawks! Can I get a selfie?"
"Oh my God, guys, Hawks came!"
"You never go out!”
"Do you know Syren?"
"Are you dating Syren?"
"Can we take a picture together?"
"My friends are never going to believe I met Hawks!"
"You're so fucking hot."
Hawks chuckled good naturedly, mugged for a few photos, and even accepted a couple sideways hugs—most of which included copious amounts of not so accidental boob presses from the female fans.
Alright. Ten minutes of this shit is about all I can take.
"Thanks so much, guys, but I gotta get going." He chuckled once more and attempted to disentangle himself from the throng of people surrounding him.
An excitable crowd was gathering at the edge of the dance floor, tearing Miku’s attention away from Rumi and Yu-Chan who sat on either side of her at their VIP booth.
“What’s going on over there?” Miku squinted in the direction of the gathering crowd.
Lady activated her quirk to peer through the band of people.
"Oooh!” Lady squealed, shrinking back to her normal size. She gave Miku a little shove. “Your future husband’s hereee.” Lady sang, teasingly.
Mika's heart revved into overdrive when her lavender eyes landed on a familiar mop of tousled ash blonde hair.
Holy shit he actually came!
Her inner fan girl screamed.
“Told ya he’d come.” Mirko smirked, nudging Miku excitedly.
Miku felt her heart flutter as Hawks broke through the crowd with the help of his burly body guard.
She motioned for her own guard to come over.
“Can you please escort Hawks to our booth?”
Once the guard was out of sight, Miku turned to her friends. Her smile disappeared when she saw Lady and Mirko’s sly smirks aimed back at her.
Miku waved a finger in their faces.
"I swear to god, when he gets over here, you two hoes better not embarrass me."
"Apologize for calling me a hoe, I’ll consider it,” Lady pouted.
"I won’t,” Mirko replied, “As soon as he gets here, I'm telling Bird Brains over there just how bad you wanna ride his di-"
"You called?" A familiar voice asked.
The sound of it made her shiver.
Hold it together, Miku, keep it together.
But that was hard to do, when her besties were shooting her knowing grins and prodding her in the side with their stiletto nails.
Miku’s lavender eyes locked on to Keigo’s amber pair.
“Glad you could make it, Hawks.”
“Well, a little birdie told me; I’d be an asshole if I didn’t so,” he shrugged, wearing a lazy grin, “here I am.”
His eyes danced with amusement as Miku smiled up at him.
“Ahem!” Mirko coughed, breaking up the moment. “Hello, Hawks.” She quipped.
“Oh, uh, hey, Cotton Tail. Lady. How are you?”
“Better, now that I know I’m not invisible,” Lady snickered.
“Well,” Mirko hopped to her feet, “now that we’ve finally been acknowledged, I guess we’ll take our leave. We know when we’re not wanted. Come on, babe.” She held out an arm chivalrously for Lady, who grabbed it with a giggle.
The two of them sashayed off into the crowd, trailed by two guards.
“I think you hurt their feelings.” Miku joked.
“You kiddin?” Hawks slid into the booth beside her. “They’re about to go find a coat closet to fuck in right now. They’ll be fine. Now, do you wanna lecture me about my lackluster social skills or do you wanna open your present?”
Miku gasped; wings twitching eagerly. Hawks smiled. Something he found himself doing a lot around her.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
He presented her with a small, delicately wrapped box.
Miku peeled into it immediately. When she saw the gold embossed Rolex™️ logo staring back at her, her breath caught.
Now she moved carefully, gingerly opening the box.
She let out a loud gasp at the Rose gold, diamond encrusted watch.
Miku’s wings were flapping now.
Hawks wondered in amusement, if she might start flying. She fastened the jewelry on her wrist, before admiring it further.
“You like it?”
“Hawksss, I love it! I don’t know what to say.”
“Thank you Hawks. You’re the best Hawks.” He voice took on a high pitch.
Giggling Miku laid a kiss on his cheek, effectively silencing Hawks for a moment. His scarlet wings gave a twitch of their own now.
“I’ll take that, too...Anytime.”
Miku bit her lip. Her eyes lit up with a sudden enthusiasm.
“I feel like dancing now. Dance with me?”
“I’m not much of a dancer, sweet heart.”
“Why? You got two left feet?”
“Hey, I didn’t say I couldn’t dance.”
“Then why won’t you?”
“Cuz’ I’d rather stay out of the gossip rags. You know the kind of field day the media will have with pictures of me dancing in the club?”
“Hmm, let me think. ‘Japan’s hardest working, twenty-three year old hero, actually takes five minutes to enjoy his life?’ Yeah, that’s real riveting stuff.”
He laughed.
“If we dance together, you know the rumors about us dating are gonna be all over the blogs in less than twenty-four hours right?”
“So basically both our brands get a popularity boost? I hear no down sides here, just a bunch of excuses.”
Miku jumped to her feet and stretched, ivory wings flexing and taking Hawks’ breath away as they caught the colorful strobing lights.
Is wing kink a thing? Cuz if so, I definitely have it.
“I never pegged you for an opportunist, Syren.” He smirked.
“And I never pegged you for boring, yet, here we are.”
“Sweetness, I’m far from boring.” He raised a brow.
As a mellow song pumped through the speakers, Miku faced him and began rocking to the beat.
She was doing little more than a two step, but her natural muscle control and fluidity was evident in her movements.
Which Hawks noticed after he noticed how her curvy body looked like it had been poured into that sparkly red jumpsuit that matched her lipstick and made her dark skin look even richer and her ivory cloud of hair and wings stand out and her eyes—
“OK, then prove it and dance with me.” She grabbed his hands and hoisted him to his feet.
Damn she was surprisingly strong to be so little. Speaking of little...
“Aww Angel!” He gushed, “You’re a pipsqeak!” This was his first time standing up next to her. Even in her four inch heels her head barely hit his chest.
“I might little, but I bet I’m more woman than you can handle.” She grinned your at him, hands on her round hips.
Hawks’ quirked a bushy, blonde brow. “Oh really now?”
As if to prove her point, Miku turned around and started bouncing her ass back against his groin.
Oh fuck. You’re not gonna make this easy on me, huh, Angel? Alright then. Two can play this game.
He held on to her hips and pounded her ass right back. Miku glanced back at him with a delighted laugh.
Don’t laugh like you ain’t trying to steal my whole soul right now.
But even he couldn’t help the grin settling on his own face.
For the next two songs, Hawks was little more than a prop for Miku to show off her dancing skills with. She clutched at his waist band and dropped into a split at his feet bouncing her ass in time with the music. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed to the beat for the both of them. She bent over and touched her toes, wiggling her butt against his crotch.
All the while, Hawks had to imagine Kano-San, an overweight elderly receptionist at his agency, to keep from popping a hard on.
Ok, this little game of hers has gone on for long enough.
So far he was down like twenty points. He needed to get some momentum back.
A mid-tempo freak ‘em joint came on next. Before Miku could pull out whatever stripper moves she had up her sleeve this time, Hawks picked her up.
Miku squealed in surprise as he wrapped her legs around his waist and began bouncing her up and down to the music.
Her eyes widened in shock and delight as he handled her.
Once Hawks began to catch the rhythm, his wings began to flap and he carried them both up.
Miku squealed as they rose above the crowd into the colorful, flashing lights. With every powerful beat of his wings, Miku bounced up and down against his clothed erection.
Damn he hoped the paps didn’t catch how hard his dick was. But even if they did, watching her expression melt into pure desire, would have made all of it worth it.
Shit. It was worth it anyway.
His hands squeezed the soft flesh of her ass as he gazed right back at her.
Aagainst his better judgement, Hawks dove into her neck.
“Oh shittt.” Miku sighed when she felt Hawks teeth nibbling at the skin of her throat, followed by the hot slip of his tongue circling and sucking the area.
When he pulled back, his pupils had shrunk into pin pricks; golden eyes completely blown out in lust.
“You’re trouble, Syren. You might look like an Angel, but you damn sure ain’t one. Are you?”
“A fallen one,” Miku smirked back. “And my real name is Miku.”
The heat of the music died down, Hawks slowly lowered them back to the floor; his eyes and hands still fixed on Miku.
“Keigo.”
Chap.4
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