cws / tags ∿ weed mentioned, smth suggestive, kms joke, katsuki mentioned n he’s just him. denki ‘n reader are brainrot gods. established relationship.
a/n: do yall fw me adding a few ss of twt into these short smaus.. lmk 👀 denki can we honestly edate?
summary: mirko being hot at the gym + you enjoying the view (and the perks)
mirko x fem!reader, suggestive
Mirko groans as she slowly thrusts. Her brows are slightly furrowed and the hard planes of her stomach are glistening with sweat. The view you have would be absolutely obscene in any other context. You watch from your spot on the treadmill thinking, I could jog forever with this type of view.
Your pro-hero girlfriend convinced you to join her at the gym, saying something about "love-fueled motivation," but honestly if you would have known her workouts looked like this, you would have given her much less of a hassle. She's laid back on a machine for her glute workout, dressed in a matching purple set that fits like a glove on her toned frame. With each movement, her thin tank slightly inches up her torso, giving you a peek at the glistening bronze skin beneath it. On her final thrust she turns her head and catches your eye, flashing her signature cocky grin when she notices your staring.
She resets the machine and walks your way, eyes laser focused on you. Not quite making eye contact, you notice her eyes lingering slightly on your chest as you jog. Feeling heat rush to your face, you avoid her ruby gaze, and shift your eyes back to the show playing on your phone that's propped up on the treadmill.
When Mirko approaches you she smirks, "Don't be shy now, pretty. I saw you watching me. Do you wanna hold my feet while I do sit ups?"
Thankful for the break, and the opportunity to watch her closer, you agree and meet her on the floor mat. You hold her feet securely, and she goes down for her first sit up. You eye her stomach again, watching the muscles there tighten and define themselves with every movement. Feeling lucky to call her yours, you lean in and purse your lips for a kiss as she rises. She laughs at your neediness, indulging you with a kiss that is a beat too long before going back down.
She licks her lips, “Best trainer ever,” she beams, and continues with her set.
Feeling a bit of a confidence boost after your workout (and not wanting to let your cute activewear set go to waste), you finish off the session with a series of outfit pictures in the mirror. From your phone screen, you see Mirko strolling into frame from the punching bag corner. Still snapping pictures, you giggle as she snakes her arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest, her front to your back. Her warmth engulfs you and you squirm.
"Ewww Rumi, you're still all sweaty!" you whine, helplessly trying to fight your way out of her tight grip.
"The way you were ogling me for the past hour, I thought you were into it," she teases while nuzzling into your neck, following the words with a trail of obnoxiously loud smooches.
You playfully fuss at her antics, "Ugh! Come on and pose since you want to photobomb me," grabbing her arm to place it around your neck. You've seen people online do this pose with their muscular partners, and finally you have Mirko in the perfect position to do it.
When she realizes what you're doing she licks her lips and laughs in disbelief, "Oh? If you wanted to do that, all you had to do was ask me, baby."
Putting you in a soft headlock, her bicep bulges against your face and the veins in her forearms make themselves known. You smile in glee in the fold of her beefy arm, snapping dozens of photos.
Knowing the hero's limb capabilities with her quirk, you ask, "Babe, if I put a ribbon on your bicep would you break it? Wait no... How about your thigh? And you could do that one muscle quirk thing you do..."
Mirko chuckles, "Buy some ribbon and we can test it out, angel. Make sure its extra strong."
As she finished her sentence, she playfully tightens her arm around your neck just to make you squeal.
(On the drive home, you’re sure to make a stop at the local craft store to pick out the strongest purple ribbon you can find.)
a/n: is this anything? its literally 3am oops but i had a mirko meal to deliver for oomf lollll (feel free to send more requests i need ideas)
Genre: | Content Warning: Fluff, Suggestive, Swearing | Pro Hero Reader! + Wing Hero Hawks! | Sum: This consists of a bunch of silly Headcannons about Hawks! Some romantic and some just platonic to make things more interesting :P
A/N: This idea had hit me at midnight 12:26 while reading someone's writing, so there may be grammar or writing errors here and there possibly.. I was working on this with a tired brain sjdjdkdk– Hope u enjoy!! <33 I felt the big silly while making this
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Steal a bite of your food whenever your not looking or paying any attention. Acting completely innocent when you do catch him in the act with cheeks full of food and widened eyes. Claiming his innocence with a smile that tells you he isn't sorry at all. Noo my Mac N Cheesee- D:
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Sing out loud in the shower to songs like Miley Cyrus in very off key notes and not have a care in the world. Likely to even blast it in the kitchen while making breakfast, somehow to burn a simple dish of scrambled eggs and toast in the process.
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Say hear me out over the most ridiculous of characters while playing a horror game, flinching only to look over again and pause for second then go- "Wait a minute... Okay but hear me out though–" He grins, looking up and down over the monster with his controller.
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Be a blanket hog and take up most of the room in the bed with his stupidly large wings, occasionally to even smack you with them when Hawks is in a eventful dream that causes him to toss and turn while talking in his sleep. You always end up laid on the cold wood floor with a single blanket like a stray dog. He says sorry constantly for it...
Hawks is the kinda guy to – Flirt with you in a middle of a fight or a mission and not have any shame about it, even when your all sweaty and beaten up. He just grins and lets out a few chuckles when you throw a glare his way. Telling the bird man to behave himself or even utter a quick not now when your both facing a villian.
"Oh that's hot.."
"Hawks focus!!"
"Whaat?! It's not my fault you move so graciously... Especially when you–"
"Hawks!!"
"Okay, okay!!! I'll stop, for now..."
"Ughhh...."
Platonic - ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Squeal/Scream like a little girl if you manage to sneak up on him or catch Hawks doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. Having a hand on his chest, leaning forward onto the nearest counter or where ever is close to him at the moment. Brows furrowed, throwing you a look over his shoulder when he hears you fail to hold in a laugh.
"Haha, very funny..."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Jokingly flirt with you like it's second nature. Ending up having rumors spread around that the two of you are dating when your both spotted hanging out at some arcade together. Laughing loudly and pushing at each other when one of you cheats at a game for the third time in a row.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Try and hold it in, only to fail and laugh out loud when you trip on a rock. Landing face first with a audible thud, accepting your fate as you just lay there in your own embarrassment. While a annoying bird laughs his ass off before helping you back on your feet afterwards with the biggest grin ever. Yeah he's never gonna shut up about this..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Always be there for you even at your worst, willing to lend an ear or give his own input or word in to help bring you out of your sour mood. Wether that'd mean taking you somewhere to eat or welcoming you over to his place to watch a movie, or even just have deep conversations together while sat on the rooftop until five in the morning.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Follow you around a store or out in public in the city if he spots you from a mile way while perched over on a tall building many miles from where your located. Dropping whatever it is he is doing just to come and bother you. Being real sneaky about it and not making sound, seeing how long it takes until you realize you are being followed. The moment you notice Hawks flashes a coy smile before darting off, trying to hide away from your line of sight.
"Hawks... What are you doing?"
"Nothing..."
"Wait- Why are you hiding behind a tree?!"
"Camouflage."
"...."
"You're terrible at this..."
"I think you mean professional."
"Your hopeless...."
Romantic - (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Practice in front of a mirror to prepare for asking you out, only to fumble and say the wrong things when he approaches you at the agency. His cheeks flushing further the more he scrambles his words, all just to give up when he can't get the words right. "You know what? Never mind- Forget I said anything..." The man huffed, scratching at the back of his neck shyly. Unable to make eye contact with you..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Get overly excited when he discovers that he's paired up with you on a mission, suddenly to be concerned if he looks okay or if he put on any deodorant today before he came into work this morning. Quiet to scream inside and bite his cheeks from smiling when your fingers brush with his. Giddy just over a little shared physical contact with you.
Hawks is the type a guy to - Pace around the room of his bedroom and glance over at this phone every five seconds. Quick to grab his phone when Hawks hears the 'Ping!' sound notification go off, only for his shoulders to slump back down when he sees it isn't a text from you but some random deal offer from a clothing brand. Disappointed like a puppy waiting for it's owner to arrive. When he sees it is from you finally Hawks is grinning like a absolute fool. He's so cute ah <3
Hawks is the type of guy to - Hide his blushing face behind his high collar jacket or wings whenever you manage to make the bird man flustered, all just from flirting with him right back. Watching the hero melt into a puddle of goo and other overwhelming emotions that the HPSC didn't train him for. Getting all warm and shy when you call him pretty or tell Hawks that he is handsome.
"Aww you look so cute!!"
"Shush...."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Hum a soft tune he made up while dragging his fingers lightly through your strands, careful not to move an inch when you drift off to sleep on top of him all cozy beneath his dashing red wings like roses. Placing the most gentle kiss on your forehead in moments when he thinks your fast asleep.
Suggestive - ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Make out on the couch, incapable of keeping his hands to himself. His hips bucking forward, having a mind of it's own. The session growing hotter the more time passes. Groaning loudly without once breaking the kiss when he feels your fingers grab a hold on his fluffy locks, only to tug Hawks hair in the heat of the moment.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - breath all hot and heavy when you lay drawn hickeys across his neck, struggling to keep his composer together with a sharp exhale and trembling hands that try hard not to grip too roughly on your waist or do anything else that is downright dirty. Trying, but failing to keep in a too loud of a moan when you hit a sweet spot that causes Hawks to throw his head back.
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Remind himself of where he is and what he is doing currently, sucking in the sounds and keep it together while you tease Hawks past his waist line where his trousers are halfway shrugged off him. "Yeah I know how important this.. It'll be done in- Oh fuck..." The bird man swears in his breath as you take him in deeper. Trying desperately to be professional while on a phone call and not look you in the eye, otherwise he'll lose it..
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Be into his hair being played with and pulled. In moments where you're both cuddling while watching a movie on the couch, It could be dead silent. Completely focused on whatever is happening on the screen before you seep your fingers deeper in the strands and gently pull at a certain spot behind his neck, making Hawks let out an embarrassingly high pitch moan or low audible groan. Quick to immediately hide his face in your neck with burning red ears.
Trying with all your might not to laugh, your attention now shifted over to the bird boy refusing to lift his head.
"Hawks... Did you just moan?"
" I- I did not...."
"You totally did!!"
"..."
"Shut up..."
Hawks is the kinda guy to - Be real gentlemen and a devoted to loving you for all his life, yet also know when not to be so gentle with you. The type to go hard and fast but in a pace where you are both comfortable. Not caring if the world hears the headboard of the bed banging at the walls or the little creaking of wood struggling not to snap and give out any second now. He's not stopping, not when you feel this good.
A/N: Ahh dhdhk– I hope you enjoyed reading more of my headcannons for Hawks!! <33 I had a lot of fun writing this and decorating the layout :]
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Goodness gracious, formal wear is my weakness. So I thought about my beloved Hawks in it, and I started salivating. I think this is my first official fic centered around Hawks, and not a little drabble or blurb, so please be gentle! I hope I did our pretty bird boy justice. I hope you enjoy, my dears!
warnings: public sex, formal wear + glove kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Keigo's wings go a little awry when he's all worked up, panty stealing, finger sucking, brief aftercare || words: 3.1k
If there’s one positive about this mandatory hero gala tonight, it’s the fact you get to spend hours upon hours admiring the extensive selection of outfits, from pristine pressed suits to gorgeous flowing gowns. Everywhere you look is a sea of color; deep reds, blooming golds, striking silvers, and rich blues.
You’ve always been a sucker for anything fancy, prestigious events be damned. Staring at all the freshly ironed suits, blending from stark white to enchanting black. Practically drooling over each dress, whether they bear lace, ripples, or sparkles. All of it catches your eye, has you sipping at your glass of wine far more often than you would under normal circumstances. You can’t help it; there’s just something about seeing so many people together like this, all dressed in their absolute finest, that sends shivers down your spine and your heart fluttering in your chest.
Keigo knows about your little obsession—fascination, you always have to correct him—and he intends to exploit it in every way he can. Tonight is no exception; he smirks when he catches you ogling at him from the side, glass practically trembling in your grasp, nearly splashing the liquid all over the front of your dress.
And goodness gracious, does he look beautiful tonight.
He’s chosen a simple three-piece suit with a red shirt underneath and stark black gloves, but it’s enough to have you squirming in your assigned spot in the room. Hair swept back, golden eyes sharp as they roam around the room, finally settling on you. Lips curling into a smirk as you grab a fistful of napkins from the buffet table behind you, praying to whatever god may be listening above that you don’t make a fool out of yourself tonight.
Your presence is all but required as an active member of the commission. Not as a hero of course, but working a bland desk job well into the late hours of the night. Being a hero isn’t exactly something you aspired to be, even when you were younger, but working for the commission isn’t all flowers and unicorns, either. But if there’s one positive your job has granted you, it’s being given the chance to forge a friendship with the winged hero Hawks.
Even if he’s been staring at you nonstop for the last five minutes or so.
Just ignore him, he’ll go away eventually. Don’t encourage him.
You turn back to the table, swiping a piece of candy from the tray in the center and popping it in your mouth. Savoring the sweet taste before sipping at your wine—and nearly choking on it when Keigo suddenly appears right next to you.
“Careful there, birdie. Don’t want you ruining that pretty dress. I gotta say, were you planning on matching up with me tonight? Or is it just a coincidence?”
Your face grows warm beneath his teasing expression. No, you were most definitely not thinking about the color of your dress when you chose it for tonight. Definitely not thinking about the beautiful shade of his wings, nor the soft feathers that mirror the lace stitched around the hem. And absolutely not pressing a kiss to the little feather necklace sitting in your nightstand back home before leaving for the gala.
“Coincidence,” you manage to get out through another mouthful of wine. Damn it, anymore of this and you’re going home drunk off your ass. “You look…handsome, Hawks.”
He gives a light scoff at his hero name; the two of you are all too aware of the precautions you have to take in public. No kissing, no holding each other, no personal names when unwanted ears are listening in. You don’t doubt there’s someone with a hearing quirk eavesdropping on all conversations going on within this room right now, waiting to be released to the morning paper tomorrow. And as much as you’ve grown to admire Keigo over the past few years or so, the last thing you want is to give him any unnecessary negative attention from the media.
No telling what they’ll do to you if they find out you’re warming his bed every night. Rip you apart like the savages they are.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he says with a wink, and you swear you feel your knees buckle. “Red looks good on you. That one’s gotta be my favorite one I’ve seen you in so far.”
His favorite? He can’t be serious…
You swallow hard and hide your face behind your wine glass. But he’s quick to swipe it out of your grasp with a clump of feathers; curling his gloved fingers around the stem to lift it up to his mouth. Your heart leaps in your throat as you watch him take a small sip, in the same spot your mouth was on.
The exact same spot—is he trying to kill you tonight?! Does he even know what kind of effect he has on you, especially when he’s dressed so…dashingly?!
Apparently he does, by the way he smirks at you over the rim of the glass. Licking his lips afterward, his golden eyes almost glittering beneath the light of the chandeliers above.
“What’s wrong, little birdie? You look nervous.”
He cocks his head to the side, taking a step towards you; and you let out a yelp when your backside knocks into the buffet table. It would be just like you to end up in a fucking splattered cake because of him.
Stupid sexy hero in his stupid sexy suit!
“I’m not,” you choke out, glancing over his shoulder to avoid his eyes. Thankfully no one’s looking in your direction, witnessing the winged hero practically cornering you against the snack table. “I…I don’t…” Your cheeks are on fire, blood singing in your veins as he keeps his eyes fixed on you. “…You just look good tonight, okay?”
“Aww, birdie, you’re too sweet!” He leans in close, nose brushing your own as he rests your wine glass on the table behind you. “I tried my best just for you, after all!”
Of course you did, you feathered fuck.
“How nice… I’m sure you have a hundred admirers in this room alone, with that suit of yours.”
“Nah, not really. Barely notice ‘em! The only one I can see is you.”
Charming. You give him a smile and start to move away, but then he’s reaching for your wrist and holding it gently between his fingers. Leaning in close, making you shiver when his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
“Boring party so far…wanna step outside for a bit?”
A thousand no’s are on your lips, but you can’t seem to say them out loud. Your mind is spiraling, heart pounding against your ribcage, echoing in your ears.
You can’t. What if someone sees you? What if you’re gone for too long and someone notices? What if someone thinks you’re together? What if this backfires on both of you? What if the commission fires you after tonight for not acting professional enough? For getting too close to their precious golden boy?
He smiles, stretching his hand out to you, and suddenly you can’t remember what you were so nervous about in the first place.
“…Okay.”
His fingers feel so good laced together with your own. His red wings spread out, guarding you from any unwanted attention. He waves to any other guests that glance his way, insisting that he needs some fresh air, maybe even a quick flight to stretch his wings and then he’ll be back. He’s always been easy-going and confident with himself in the spotlight, able to sway the crowd and have them swooning over him, hanging onto every word that falls from his mouth.
All too soon you find yourselves out in the hallway, where a handful of heroes and commission workers are gathered. Luckily none of them pay you any mind as Keigo leads you further down the hall. Far away from any prying eyes.
Suddenly he yanks you to the side, not a soul in sight on either end of the hallway. Tugging you into a random room and slamming the door shut behind you. A warm glow fills the room as he pulls on the little chain of the lamp above your heads. The two of you are panting, face-to-face with each other, tucked away in a fucking supply closet of all places.
His lips find yours almost instantly; you can’t help but moan into his mouth, painted nails digging into his soft blond hair. He wraps his arms around your waist, his wings around your body, peppering soft kisses down the length of your jaw, your neck, and finally at your collarbone. Your back hits the wall behind you; somewhere in the room you can hear a few items clanging onto the floor.
“Door’s locked,” he mumbles against your skin, “just be quiet.”
“I’m not the one who has to be quiet,” you remind him, but your smile fades as he starts to suck on the juncture of your neck. “Y-you’re the louder one, you know…”
His lips are heavenly, teeth nipping at your skin, his fingers toying with the hem of your dress. Instinctively you wrap a leg around his waist, moaning as he begins to grind his hips into yours.
You don’t have much time, locks be damned. Sooner or later, someone will notice your absence and start looking. You can only imagine what tomorrow’s headlines would read upon a reporter discovering the two of you huddled up in a janitor’s closet.
Still, you savor the sight of him in his fancy little suit, before pushing his jacket off his shoulders and burying your face against the collar of his dark red shirt. Leaving a few love bites of your own as he rests his gloved hands along your curves. Holding you in place, biting back a moan every time you hit a sensitive spot.
“Keigo,” you whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
He allows himself a little smirk, before ripping off one of his gloves with his teeth. “Say no more, pretty birdie.”
His lips are hot against your own, his fingers sliding down the length of your body, right against the small slit of your dress. Your whines are music to his ears as he pushes your panties to the side.
“Aww, already wet, aren’t you? You weren’t thinking about me out there, were you? Having all kinds of dirty thoughts in front of all those people?”
He talks big, but if the tightness in his pants is anything to go by…
Your breath hitches at the first brush of his fingers against your slick. The collar of his shirt is rumpled, the first few buttons of his vest undone. Your dress is barely clinging to your chest at this point, both sleeves tugged down to expose your collarbone and the tops of your breasts.
“Hm? I’m waiting, birdie.” You whine when Keigo slips a finger in, curling it slightly but refusing to move any more than that. “What were you thinking about out there, that got you all hot and bothered?”
He knows the answer, he always has—but he still needs to hear it from your mouth. You swallow hard and force your eyes open, nearly fainting when you see those gorgeous golden eyes staring right back at you.
“I-I…” You clear your throat, the words slipping from your mind as he adds a second finger. “…Was thinking about you, Keigo…”
“Oh were you, now? I’m flattered.” He gives you a cheeky smile before rewarding you with a gentle thrust of his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut, you begin to writhe against the wall, bucking your hips into his hand. “Details, birdie. I need details—I don’t think you were enamored by my good looks alone.”
“N-no… It was—ah, fuck—y-your outfit…”
He leans in so close you can taste his breath, feel his nose brush against the apple of your cheek. “And what about my outfit, huh?”
“’S just… You look good, Kei—always look so good all dressed up…”
“Yeah I know, you got a thing for me in suits, huh?”
There’s no arguing with him as he begins to move his fingers back and forth. Curling them into you, whispering filthy words in your ear, savoring the way you whine for him to go faster. His pants are unbearably tight; he’d reach down to free himself but that means he’d have to let go of your leg, still planted firmly around his waist.
“Always drooling over me whenever I get one of those modeling jobs… You like it when I get all dressed up, huh? Chose this one just for you, birdie—knew how much you love anything fancy. Bet you like these gloves too, huh?”
He reaches his gloved hand up to brush your face, slipping his middle and ring fingers past your lips with a moan. His cock is straining against his pants as he watches you suck on his fingers, eyes dazed and hair strewn about, a thin line of drool trickling from your mouth.
Fuck it. He needs you right here, right now.
He makes quick work of your panties, nearly tearing them in half as he slides them down your legs and pins you against the wall. Bunching the skirt of your beautiful red dress up and around your waist, giving him a full view of your soaked pussy. He wants nothing more than to take his time and taste you, but any moment the two of you can be found. Gotta make this short and sweet for now; save the rest for later at home.
Your fingers fumble with his belt, leaving it loose in the loopholes of his pants, tugging down the zipper and freeing his aching cock. You swirl your thumb around the leaking tip, smearing the bit of precum that’s gathered at the slit. Leaning in to kiss his jaw, whispering for him to fuck you now.
The two of you whine into each other’s mouths as he slides himself in. Your nails dig into his back, legs wound tight around his hips. His wings flutter slightly, each feather trembling with ecstasy. Matching the beat of his heart, so loud he wonders if you can hear it.
“Keigo,” you grind your hips as best you can, eager for any kind of friction, “please…”
He braces himself against the wall, large wings twitching uncontrollably as he sets a brutal pace. Slamming himself into you as hard as he can, pressing you into the wall with every thrust of his hips. You’re nearly sobbing now, tears leaking from your pretty eyes, lips parted with nonstop chants, moans, pleas of his name.
First name, not hero name. Keigo, not Hawks. It’s always been Keigo with you, hasn’t it?
He smiles into your shoulder, suddenly glad he ever shared that part of himself with you.
“K-Keigo, I—”
“Shh, gotta be quiet, birdie.” He presses his palm to your lips, meeting your teary eyes with a smirk. “Don’t want anyone to find us, do you?”
You shake your head no, but the eager squeeze of your pussy nearly has his eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
“Oh, of course you do,” he almost laughs right then and there, still rutting into you like an animal in heat. “Bet you’d like that, huh? Someone to walk in and see you all spread out for me, so fucking wet and needy…”
He’s close, he can feel it; can never shut up when he gets like this. But your needs come first and foremost, no matter what. So he holds you up with one arm, sliding his gloved hand down to your bare clit. Drawing tight circles around the bud with his fingers, eager to bring you to your peak.
You twist and shudder in his hold, nails and heels digging into him, face scrunched up in pleasure. “Keigo—fuck, ‘m coming—”
“’S okay, pretty birdie—you can come, come for me, please—”
You reach your high first, clamping down like a vice around his cock, trembling in his arms as pure bliss courses through your veins. You’re so fucking beautiful, more than he could possibly put into words—and the sight of you losing yourself on his cock has him coming on the spot, groaning into your neck and pushing you up against the wall.
Neither of you move at first, too preoccupied with holding each other as tightly as you can. But then the sweat and mess below get to him, and he’s sliding out of you with a pitiful moan of your name. His wings are quivering, but he forces his feathers to move to clean up the place a little bit. Rearranging the nearby shelf, picking up anything that might’ve fallen in the midst of your lovemaking. Snatching up your discarded panties and discreetly slipping them into his back pocket.
“I expect those back by the time we get back out there.” But there’s no bite to your words, nothing but a lazy, satisfied smile on your face as he lowers you onto your shaky legs. Letting you lean on his chest before straightening up your dress. “Don’t wanna go back out there wearing nothing at all.”
But he shakes his head, allowing you to slip his jacket back over his shoulders. “Nah, I can grab a fresh pair from your place. It’s not too far away, I don’t mind!”
“Then if that’s the case, just fly me home right now!”
“Birdie, you know I would,” he says almost sadly, brushing a few stray pieces of hair from your face, “but rules are rules. I don’t want either of us to get in trouble.”
“Even more than we already are,” you mumble, and he giggles before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Maybe so. Now wait here, I’ll be back in two minutes flat. Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone, alright?”
You roll your eyes and nod your head, and he kisses your forehead before opening the door as slowly as he can. Glancing at both ends of the hallway before slipping out, sending a sly wink your way.
“See you in a bit, birdie.”
And then he’s off, leaving only a gust of wind in his wake, and maybe one or two stray feathers with you to keep you safe. You watch him go, still dazed and drunk on love, leaning against the wall with heated cheeks. Leaving you to admire just how damn pretty he still looks in that suit of his.
