Just Relax For Me, OK? (Scumbag! Hawks x (f) Reader)
(Hoevember Day 10 Free Day)
(Trigger warnings: coercion, power dynamics, manipulation)
(Art by: @kadeart)
He requested me specifically. Not ‘his people’ or his management; Hawks requested me out of all the candidates.
The very thought had you shook. You had only answered the ad seeking ‘new talent’ on a total whim not expecting to get it. Yes, You were cute in your opinion, but you didn’t think you were exceptional or exceptionally lucky enough to get the call back. Yet the email lingered at the back of your mind.
Y/n-San, I hope this email finds you well (although I guess the email doesn’t have a choice, now does it? 😂)
I was impressed with your headshots, and I think you would be perfect for the shoot. If interested respond as soon as possible.
Best,
Hawks
The man had sent you a personal email. He had invited you to be his leading lady himself. You nearly fainted when you got the email. Needless to say after an hour of research to ensure it wasn’t a joke or a scam you promptly emailed back to accept.
That was what led you here: Room 1 on the tenth floor. You were about to have a Photoshoot with the number two hero.
It felt surreal when you finally knocked on the door, but you sobered you quickly when a deep, playful voice sang back: “Come innn.”
A pair of lazy golden eyes sparkled at you as you entered. His deep red wings flexed as he gave a slow, smile.
“Hey there, kid.” He stood.
Your eyes widened. You had never seen him in civilian clothes. He had a little bit more muscle on him than you realized. He was by no means a big man, but he was fit and toned. Lithe muscles flexed beneath his Brooks Brother’s button down shirt, and his large hands were stuffed into his khaki trousers.
You were so taken aback by his casual appearance that you didn’t even notice the way his amber gaze caressed your curves, slowly and appreciatively.
“Enjoying the scenery?” He asked, laughter lacing his tone. “I know I sure am.”
The comment snapped you out of your trance.
“Oh! Gosh I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen you outside of your hero costume much, it’s...different. I mean you look amazing! You always do but—“
Shut up, y/n, just shut the fuck up.
So you snapped your mouth shut while the blonde man threw his head back and laughed. He gave you the sexiest smise (smile eyes) you’d ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. Then He stepped closer, closing the space between you two.
“Well, I’m glad my leading lady approves.” He hummed.
Get your thoughts together, girl.
“Of course. But I was wondering, where is everyone else?”
“Well considering I set up this little meeting two days ahead of time I’m going to assume they’re all at their respective houses.”
“Two days?! Wait so the shoot—“
“Is two days from now. Ain’t I little shit?” He laughed. It was a bright, full sound that made the corner of his eyes crinkle, and despite your own confusion, you couldn’t help, but chuckle too.
“I would say; a lovable scamp,” you joked. “But, why would you ask me to come if it was just going to be the two of us.?“
The blonde fought against a smirk. It was cute how naive you were. It was a good thing Hawks had scooped your fine ass up out of the pile of headshots. Clearly, you were going to need his guidance.
“To help ease your mind a little, y/n. You’re new to all this, right?” He gestured around the studio.
“Uhh, yeah, I am.”
“I can’t imagine shooting an ad with a pro hero as your first job is easy on your nerves.” He gave you a little pouty little smile. Jesus this man was pretty.
You giggled nervously. “The number two pro in Japan at that, sir.”
“Eh,” he gave a dismissive little wave. “Whose counting?” Then he reached out to give your arms a gentle squeeze, his eyes pierced yours, fixing you in place, and you gasped a bit. It wasn’t a predatory look, but it was intense and demanding of your full attention.
“The important thing, kid, is that you’re comfortable with me. Understand?”
Flabbergasted, you nodded. It seemed to appease the avian hero because his serious expression melted into a friendly smile.
“Good, besides, I don’t bite...unless you ask me to, that is.” He added in a low voice.
Despite the friendliness in his face, something about the comment made your sex heat up for just a moment. But you didn’t have time to dawdle on that, before Hawks led you to one of the red couches in the room.
“Come on, let’s chat. I just wanna see where your head is at, Little Birdie, make sure you can really handle yourself in front of a camera.”
Your heart hammered at the nick name. “That’s sweet of you, I appreciate it.”
Hawks smiled. “So did you always wanna be a model?”
“No. I wanted to be a university student, but school is expensive and...well...money is hard to keep with the way things cost now a days.” You explained with a shrug. “But Jesus, I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’m getting to meet my idol,” you gushed, “I’ve seriously been a fan of you forever, and—oh, I’m gushing, aren’t I?” You frowned. “I’m so sorry.”
The blonde just chuckled, propping an arm up on the couch around you.
“It’s alright, y/n, I picked you out of all the other girls that entered.” He cocked a brow in a cheeky little smirk. “You could say I’m a fan of you too.” He placed his free hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.” His fingers trailed up your thigh a bit before stopping.
Your wings gave an involuntary twitch at his praise.
“And those,” he nodded towards the appendages, “are going to photograph beautifully.”
“I don’t know about all that,” you shrugged, laughing a little, “but I’m gonna try my best.”
“Uh Uh,” he gave your knee a little shove, “you’re going to be the best. Here, stand up,”
Puzzled, you looked at his outstretched hand before grabbing it. He pulled you to your feet. You heart revved as he pulled you flush against his chest, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist.
“I’m gonna show you what I see when I look at you, y/n, and what the camera is gonna see as well. Are you wearing anything underneath this?” He asked.
“Excuse me?” Your cheeks burned. “Why?!”
He gave you an amused look as if you’d asked something ridiculous.
“Because, this is going to be a lingerie shoot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you’re naked under this.”
“Oh...I—yes I am.”
Of course you knew this shoot called for lingerie. The shoot had specified ‘intimate.’ Why were you so shocked?
Quit being such a head case in front of him!
“Take off your clothes, Little Birdie.” He directed.
You paused.
Hawks must have sensed your hesitation because he let out another breezy laugh and added: “if it makes you feel any better, I’ll do the same, look.”
Once again that arresting look of his held you hostage. He kept his hooded eyes on you as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly slipping it off. He was definitely more muscular than you had originally realized.
Your eyes slid down to where his hands had begun unfastening his belt. It clanked as it collapsed to the ground. He didn’t take off his pants fully, but they now sat low on his trim hips exposing a dark blonde happy trail, and a v-cut that disappeared into a pair of red boxer briefs.
The avian licked his lips. There was a cocky gleam in his eye as he watched you drink in his body shamelessly.
“Your turn, Little Birdie.” He coaxed.
Well, if Hawks could do it, you could too, right?
So you eased out of your tank top and slipped off your jeans, exposing your barely covered flesh in the strappy black and red silk lingerie.
Hawks let out a satisfied; “Mmm,” as his eyes swept over you. “Perfect. Come on, let me show you something.”
He led you to the white backdrop surrounded by studio lights and camera; guiding you to stand on a black X directly in front of a camera.
He sidled you behind you, keeping his strong arms around your waist, then he gently folded your body forward.
Oh...this is...what is this?
As you struggled to formulate coherent thoughts, you felt the man’s soft lips against your ear. There was amusement in his voice as he mumbled: “I feel that heart of yours going a mile a minute, baby bird,” he chuckled. “Relax mama. I got you, ok?”
Your eyes fluttered shut as his low, soothing voice rolled down your spine. You slowed your breathing.
“I know it’s nerve wracking, baby bird,” he hummed in your ear. “Imma take care of you, though, ok?”
His hands were warm and rough and sliding along your supple skin. He pulled your hips towards his, grinding you into his crotch. Your wings twitched involuntarily. Hawks sighed
“Shit,” you whispered, as your ass pressed into his groin.
He felt so good. So strong and self assured.
“That’s it, Angel.” He practically purred. “Just relax, babe. I wanted you for this,” his fingers trailed up your stomach. From the corner of your eye, you see his red wings wrap around you.
His lips were pressing into your neck now.
“You’re so beautiful. If you‘re not feeling your sexy self by the time we shoot tomorrow I’m gonna make you feel it.”
His fingers were caressing the undersides of your breasts now, teasing at their softness.
“Hawks,” you gulped, “are you sure...it’s ok to be doing this? I don’t know how I feel about this.”
“Aww,” he tilted your face towards his own with a soft touch. “Of course it’s ok, beautiful. We’re just practicing, yeah?”
“But...it doesn’t feel like...like...”
“Like what, baby bird?” His wings fanned the air lazily as they cacooned you both. “Like practice? Oh but it is.”
He clutched your hand and slid it up between your breasts, his much larger one engulfed it. “Feel how your heart beat has slowed? Hm? The way your breath has evened out. You’re so much more relaxed now, aren’t you?”
“Yesss,” you sighed, but honestly it was because you were so turned on.
His clothed knee pried it’s way between your legs slightly, giving your burning sex something to grind on.
“See? I knew you could do it.” He smiled. “If you’re going to be a model, you have to know how to be cool under any circumstance, you know? For example. If the director wants us to get a little more Intimate, like this,” his long fingers dipped below your skimpy panties and brushed just above your clit. “You’ll have to keep calm and let me, won’t you?”
“I—I guess so, but,” you bit your lip and moaned as Hawks suddenly pressed his knee harder against your cunt.
“And when they tell you to touch me, like this,” his other hand reached around to wrap your fingers around the erection poking through his pants. You could feel a damp spot from the Pre that had leaked through.
“Would...would they really expect all this?” You asked. This felt so...wrong? But fuck did it feel good.
“Of course, Baby, it’s all apart of the job. That’s why what we’re doing is so important.”
Without warning, his fingers dipped between the soaked lips of your sex, breaking the quiet intimacy as you moaned with sudden pleasure.
“Fuck,” Hawks groaned. His fingers swam in your tight, wet cunt, flexing for that perfect spot. “Feels good doesn’t it, baby bird?“
Your pussy smacked from the three long digits plunging into it and every time Hawks worked his fingers your round ass grinded against his flexing dick.
“This, Hawksss-ah fuck!—this-we shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Oh, Angel,” he cooed, “it’s alright. You want this job, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” you groaned. “Yes I do.”
“It’s an amazing opportunity isn’t it?”
“It is.” You squeezed his manhood as his thumb began to press your clit. The pleasure spiking through out your body made your wings twitch against his hard, bare chest.
He moaned. “Working with me could lead to many more opportunities, Little Birdie, so long as you learn how to go with the flow. Understand?”
Swallowing hard you nodded.
“Good girl. I’m gonna take care of you, baby bird. Tomorrow and every shoot afterward.”
There was something smug in his heady voice, he spun you to face him, and two vermillion feathers detached from his wings. Your eyes followed them as they hooked into the hem of your panties and slid them down.
“Wait—Hawks. Do you expect me to—“
“I expect you to be professional, Baby bird.” He cut in, hands squeezing and massaging your thick ass. Without warning he scooped your body up and had your thighs around his waist. “You’re going to be a good little leading lady, aren’t you?” He smirked.
You fingers dug into the skin surrounding his wing joints as you held on. Your eyes were wide with surprise and hazy with desire. Fuck! you wanted this man, but this was a lot—even for you.
“I do want to do a good job.” You agreed.
“Oh you will, baby.” He lowered you against his straining dick.
“Fuck...” your head snapped back.
One hand remained on your ass cheek while another slid up below your wings, the pad of his thumb circled the skin there making you coo in satisfaction.
“God damn, Birdie. I promise, this is going to open doors for you.”
He was lowering you again, this time you felt the tip of him press between your folds.
“Wouldn’t you like that? To work for me? To be my go-to girl. My little muse?”
His wings stretched wide, catching the bright studio lights in your periphery. Your gaze, however, remained on those smoldering golden irises with their slitted black pupils.
“I would like that, Hawks.” You whispered back, your fingers stroked his feathery blonde hair.
“Ohhh,” he groaned out as he slipped your juicy pussy down on his length. “I bet you would like that, Birdie.” His wings flapped as you cried out in ecstasy.
The lights became blurred as your eyes screwed shut, and then you were in the air. Hawks held your ass firm in both hands. Every flap of his wings made you bounce along his thick member and sent delicious ecstasy shooting through your body.
Behind you, your own wings were flapping as well, as if trying to match his pace. He was gazing at you with a mix of lust and admiration.
“God, you’re fucking sexy. You’re gonna be my little muse—my little love bird, aren’t you? I’ll mold you into the perfect model. Fuckkk!”
He sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He knew you would feel amazing. The minute he saw those headshots, he knew he had to have you in more ways than one. His sharp canines found your neck and bit into the flesh.
“H-Hawks!”
“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll cover it tomorrow. I’m going to take care of everything for my little muse. Fuck! Ahh god, you feel fuuucking good.”
His balls smacked against you. The friction of his pelvis brushed against your swollen clit making your cunt convulse in pleasure. Ecstasy kept crashing over you in shock waves.
“Ohh fuck, Hawks, god-ahhh-shii!”
Your pussy creamed around the hard dick pummeling into it.
“Yeah, my little model. Pretty, little birdie.” He praised.
His wings seemed to work faster and harder making you bounce even harder. Hawks caught one of your hard nipples in between his teeth, tongue slipping around the bumpy areolas and flicking the bud.
“Oh my godddd, oh my fuck—“
Your pussy flexed around his dick as your orgasm washed over you.
“Shhh fuccckkk yes, y/n!” The blonde cried out, feeling your nails dig into the skin of his back.
You were no longer forming words as Hawks continued to bounce you on his twitching cock, sinking a finger into your asshole and adding more pressure. Another orgasm exploded over you. He kept bouncing you, his blonde bangs plastered to his sweat slicked forehead.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he mumbled against your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You heard a couple studio lights topple over as his wings worked even harder towards his release, and when he came he came hard and hot and heavy.
His whole body tensed with the action and his head flung back. Christ. He was beautiful.
Slowly, he lowered the pair of you back on to the ground, still holding on to you.
Your mind was still swimming as Hawks pressed kisses up your throat until he reached your lips. Then he smirked.
“My little muse,” he mumbled between kisses, “I’m gonna mold you into the perfect little model. Promise.”
