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“That was the last squad car, looks like you two are done here.” The voice in my personal comms sounded bored, but I was fucking ecstatic. That was a difficult bust.
“Oh, thank god.” I sighed, powering down my quirk for the first time in the last two hours. The full force of my exhaustion hit me all at once, threatening to knock me out right there. Jesus, I definitely went too far today. All for a stupid drug raid that wasn’t nearly as insane as some of the other villain encounters I had faced in the last few months.
But, in all honesty, I probably couldn’t have faced those druggies alone. They were low-level thugs, sure, but my power-type quirk didn’t exactly cover all the bases in terms of agility and speed. That was where my temporary winged-partner came in. The one who decided landing next to me and kicking up an absurd amount of dust was a good idea.
Fanning said dust away from my face, I glared at him just as his boots were hitting the ground. “Really, Hawks?”
“What? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, throwing a lazy smirk my way.
“Just quit kicking up so much dust when you land.” I grumbled, brushing excess dust from my torso. Keigo (or “Hawks”, as I called him on missions) chuckled next to me. If he wasn’t so charming, he’d be consistently infuriating with that ego of his. Or maybe I was just tired. Regardless, we were still partners, so I met his beautiful honey-colored eyes as I said, “You did well.”
“You, too. Though, I can’t say I’m surprised. We always work well together.” He winked and I nodded along with his words, both silently agreeing and begging him to keep his selectively loud mouth closed. If our bosses find out, it’s BOTH our asses, Birdboy.
We did work well together. In more ways than one. While we were completely in sync and maneuvered around each other almost flawlessly on the battlefield, we only learned to do so by the many nights and subsequent days spent together after particularly hard missions or even a slightly shitty day. I could just say we enjoyed each other’s company, but that’s not even close to the whole truth.
Honestly, we had a rather… unprofessional relationship, to say the least.
To say the most, at first, it was one drunken hook-up spurred by a mission gone awry, but that blossomed into a situation best described as “friends with benefits” and worst described as “seeking comfort in the bed of someone who you’ve fallen in love with”. In actuality, neither of us thought of the other as just a friend. But unfortunately, in our line of work, there was no way we could pursue the feelings we had without taking away from our real focus; being heroes. So that meant stolen glances, fervent kisses, and long, lethargic nights exploring one another’s body, all without our bosses knowing.
And that’s why, as soon as I confirmed my safety to my agency and signed off, I practically tore the earpiece we used to keep contact with the higher-ups out of his ear, only to find it was turned off as well.
“Wow, you really thought I was gonna mess up, huh?” He teased, taking the small device from my hand and slipping it into his pocket.
I groaned outwardly at his smug face, making him even smug-er. “I can never tell with you, what with all your stupid teasing and loud-mouthness.”
“Aw, you flatter me, Chickadee.”
“That is exactly what I’m talking about and you know it.”
Keigo chuckled lowly and took my hand. “Are you riding the bus again?”
I smiled and began walking towards the street from the near-empty warehouse that had housed so many types of drugs only hours ago. “Yeah, that’s the plan, why?”
“You could always come home with me. I mean, I feel like we haven’t spent time together in months.” He offered, giving me a side look that was so ambiguously hopeful that I couldn’t help but scoff.
“It’s been two weeks at most.” But honestly, I wasn’t opposed to spending the night together. Especially since it was a Friday night and we wouldn’t have to go into work tomorrow unless our agencies needed us for a last minute patrol or villain attack.
“Come on, (Y/N), you know it sounds nice.”
“No sex?”
“If you’re not feeling it, no, no sex. But we’ll see about tomorrow, eh?” Keigo fucking winked again, and this time I felt myself flush. Such a fucking tease .
“Alright, let’s go, Wings.” I finally agreed, letting him wrap me up in a tight embrace.
“Ready?” He called, bracing his legs against the ground in preparation for take off.
“God, yes. You know I hate this part. Just do it.” I grumbled, burying my face in the valley between his shoulder and his neck and tightening my hold on his waist.
“Alright, here we go!”
My stomach dropped immediately as we suddenly became airborne. I screamed into Keigo's shoulder and felt a laugh reverberate through his chest. The steady rhythm of wingbeats told me we were at “cruising altitude”, but I kept my head firmly against him just in case I became suddenly inclined to lose my dinner if I happened to look down.
“You’re fine, baby bird! We’re not even that high!” His voice sounded oddly distant even though I was quite literally clinging to him for dear life. That just reaffirmed my fears on how fast he was flying, making me subconsciously curse those gorgeously hellish crimson wings of his.
“I don’t trust you!” I yelled back, wondering if he could even hear me with his shirt and the wind muffling my words. Apparently he could, because he just laughed again and moved his head so his mouth was against my ear.
“I could drop you right now, but I would never do that. What’s this about not trusting me?” He purred, his hot breath tickling my neck and making me shiver.
“You wouldn’t because you know I’d haunt your feathered ass.”
“Oh, you’re just asking for it now.” His grip loosened on me, to which I fully screamed and let out a barrage of curse words that would’ve made that angry UA first-year who won the Sports Festival blush.
“Keigo! Don’t you fucking dare!”
“Promise to not haunt me?”
“Yes, jesus fucking christ!”
“Jeez, cool it, Ms. Potty-mouth!” Keigo's grip tightened again and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “You feeling okay?”
“I’m fine now, you ass.” I told him, glad he could not see how red my face most likely was.
“Good, because we’re here.”
“Oh, thank god!” I sighed, internally cheering as he landed on the balcony to his apartment. He set me down and went to unlock the door, leaving me with jelly legs and a rekindled love for solid ground. There’s probably a reason I have a power-type quirk. There definitely was, if my stomach had anything to say about it.
“Hey,” Keigo had gotten the door open and strolled inside. “You need to shower?”
The feeling of absolute filth was immediate, and I nodded quickly, following him into the large living room. He disappeared down a dark hallway for a moment, before reappearing with a fresh change of clothes and a towel.
“Sorry, they’re mine, so they’ll be a bit big.” He told me, handing me the bundle of fabric. “I’m gonna go shower too.”
“You could join me…” I murmured, throwing him (what I hope was) a sultry glance. He flushed a bit, but it wasn’t from embarrassment, and chuckled.
“And to think you said no sex. A fucking tease is what you are.” Keigo planted a kiss on my forehead before ushering me down the hallway and towards the bathroom. “Sorry, babes, I promise these things are no fun to shower with,” He shook his wings slightly. “I’ll see you in just a moment, enjoy your shower!” And with that, he turned on his heel and went into the bedroom.
I rolled my eyes at his rejection. Both of the showers in his apartment were ridiculously big to accommodate his wings, big enough for him and at least one other person. He was making things up, that ass. Maybe it was an unfair request when I did say no sex and still wanted my ridiculously hot lover to see my naked body, but that didn’t mean he had to lie to me. Men. I shrugged it off and entered the guest bath.
The room was large and spacious, echoing as I shut the door behind me and turned the water on in the shower. Luckily, there was still some floral smelling soap from my last visit, so I didn’t have to smell like Keigo's odd combination body wash (the flavor notes were sandalwood, ginger, and orange), which was a scent it seemed only he could wear. He claimed it mixed well with his “natural odor”, which was just a gross way of saying the smell his wings produced, and I had to agree. It honestly wasn’t a bad smell, sort of tangy and citrusy, which was nice with the ginger and orange scents of his body wash. And because of this wonderful combination, his sweatshirts were my favorite to wear when we couldn’t see each other for extended periods of time. Those had only been growing more frequent as crime began to steadily increase in the areas our agencies operated in. Looks like I’ll be taking a souvenir tomorrow, God knows when we can do this again…
I sighed bitterly while stripping, before hopping in the slowly warming water. Squeezing a dollop of the less complex soap into my hand, I washed up quickly, glad to be rid of the dust and dried sweat that had covered my body. Of course, I was left to deal with my hero outfit, but that was a job for the laundromat at my agency. My hair was a bit more of an issue, as, for some reason, men don’t seem to have a need for neither shampoo nor conditioner, which was completely unfair given just how nice Keigo's hair was on the daily. I managed with the bodywash and opted to just put my hair in a braid until I could deal with it at home.
I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on the clean change of clothes (my flesh of my back was getting quite a bit of exposure through the wing holes of the shirt), which were definitely a bit too big. I didn’t mind though, I was completely comfortable drowning in the soft fabric of Keigo’s clothes.
After doing my best to dry off any wet surfaces in the bathroom, I folded my gross hero costume and placed it in the laundry room along with the towel I had been given. I finally felt clean and could go indulge in some much needed cuddle time, so I eagerly padded down the hallway and to the bedroom.
I knocked twice to be polite before opening the door and peeking my head in. “Keigo?” I called.
It took me a second to take in the room. The usually organized visage of Keigo’s room had been completely replaced with an absurd amount of pillows and blankets, which covered his large bed and spilled onto the floor. A couple candles were burning as well, giving the dark room a golden glow that mingled with the light spilling from the crack of the bathroom door. It was incredibly warm, too, and the temperature seemed to heat my very soul. This was all punctuated with quiet instrumental music. I stepped inside quickly and shut the door, careful not to let any of the mysterious heat out.
“Keigo?” I called again, walking through the room and pushing the bathroom door open. Keigo stood in front of the mirror shaving his face, though when I entered his reflection smiled back at me.
“Hey, baby bird! D’you like my surprise?” He asked, quickly finishing his grooming with one final drag of the razor against his skin.
I leaned on the doorway and crossed my arms in faux annoyance. “Is that why we couldn’t shower together?”
“Aw, you’re still hung up on that?” Keigo toweled off the excess shaving foam and turned to me. “I wanted to surprise you with the most cozy room in existence!” He pulled me into his arms and planted a kiss on my temple. “Are you angry?”
I grunted in response, but didn’t have time to say anything else as I was suddenly swept off my feet, carried into the bedroom, and unceremoniously thrown onto the bed. And then promptly crushed by an overgrown chicken.
“Keigo!” I cried out, struggling under his dead weight. “Get offa me!”
“No, I don’t think I will. You see, I expect some gratitude for all my trouble, but instead, all I get is sass? That’s not how this is going to work. I expect an apology, kid.”
If not for the air quickly being squeezed from my lungs, I would’ve continued being stubborn. But, unfortunately, I am human and humans need air. “I’m sorry! Get off, you big lug!”
Keigo rolled off me and threw me a smirk. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?”
“I was just teasing you, you didn’t need to crush me!” I laughed, climbing further onto the bed and under a couple blankets.
“True, true, but personally, I think it was more fun that way.” He told me, coming up next to me to lay against my chest (without crushing me, this time), shamelessly using my chest as a pillow. He sighed contently and let his eyes close. “You know I love you, right?”
I smiled and carded my fingers through his drying, corn yellow locks. “I know, and I love you, too.”
“Why can’t we be together again?”
“Our jobs.” I smiled sadly, shifting so I could plant a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Oh, right. Those are important.” The way he sounded so dejected broke my heart. We knew that this was how it was going to be when we began our little arrangement. We couldn’t go public about it, we couldn’t let anyone know, and we couldn’t even have each other’s contact information outside of work, just in case anyone saw anything that could link us together in a romantic sense. No matter how much I wanted to be with Keigo on our own terms, I knew relationships between two pros were very often scrutinized and gossiped about. There was always talk about dedication and loyalty to their jobs when two pros got together publicly. The last thing anyone wanted was for lives to be lost over some romantic feelings. Of course, I could understand their concerns to an extent, but it didn’t make any of it easier. I wanted to be with the man I loved, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fight for innocent lives as well.
“I want us to be together…” I whispered, wrapping my arms around Keigo’s waist and tracing small shapes on his lower back.
“Me, too.” Came the rumbling response.
We sat in silence for the next few minutes. I continued rubbing his back while he ran his fingers along my waist. My fingers followed the ridges of each muscle in his shoulders, moving up and down in slow drags. I was so caught up in what I was doing until I felt Keigo tense on top of me.
“What’s-,” Before the word “wrong” could leave my lips, the sensation beneath my fingertips stopped me dead in my tracks. My hands were resting at the base of Keigo’s enormous, crimson wings, with my fingers currently caressing the soft area where feathers met skin. Panic shot through my blood, traveling straight to my brain like an arrow hitting a bullseye.
I never touched Keigo’s wings. Never . They were his weapons, what made him a hero. And I touched them, oh god!
“Keigo!” I jerked my hands away and tried to escape from under him, turning my face to the side to hide the flush of embarrassment. “My god, I’m so sorry! I should’ve realized where I was touching! You seized up, did I hurt you?”
His arm kept me firmly locked under him as a laugh vibrated through him “(Y/N), you’re fine. You didn’t hurt me, I was just surprised. Plus,” A calloused hand touched my chin, forcing me to move my head to look him in the eye. “I trust you with my life. I know you won’t hurt me by touching my wings.”
“Really?” I squeaked, incredulous.
“Really. You’re fine, kid. Go ahead,” His wings suddenly fanned out over us. “Touch them.”
My hands were shaking as I began to touch his wings again. And let me say, they are soft. The feathers were strong enough to cut enemies in battle, and yet here, they were like silk beneath the pads of my fingers. It was hypnotic, brushing through the layers of crimson, scratching lightly at the strong joints, massaging the juncture where Keigo’s rippling back muscles met strong wings. I didn’t want to stop, I couldn’t stop. I began to focus my attention on random individual feathers, stroking along the fluffy sides of each one I fixated on. The small, barbed fibers caught on the ridges of my finger print, which only enticed me further. This was like a treasure trove of new experiences, even if I was merely touching overgrown chicken wings. Keigo gave no indication of his discomfort, every so often giving a small shift of his hips against my thigh or repositioning his cheek against my chest.
I didn’t even realize he could feel what I was doing until he let out the most guttural, whiny groan I had ever heard grace his lips.
And that stopped me in my tracks.
“Keigo? Are you-,” He cut me off.
“Fuck- why’d you stop? Holy shit, keep going, kid… Keep going, ah-,” He was full on begging, which only added to my confusion until he looked up at me with the most lustful, needy gaze. The kind I only saw when he was completely fucked out-
Oh. Oh!
Holy shit. He can feel this, and it feels good.
“Is this making you-,” Again, I was cut off.
“ Yes! Oh my god, it feels so good. I’m gonna- ah!” I was the one to cut him off this time as I began my ministrations on his wings once again. Attempting to combine all the previous touches and strokes all at once proved to be the best course of action. As soon as I began pulling gently at the small feathers that faded into his skin at the base of the massive wings, Keigo cried out dramatically removing his face from my chest and burying it in the crook of my neck.
He was almost incoherent as he moaned and babbled into my shoulder, saying everything from “Please don’t stop!” to “I’m yours, all yours...” to just chanting “I love you!” over and over again. Pressure increased on my thigh as Keigo began to grind against me, looking for more stimulation, just enough to push him over the edge. In that moment, even though I hadn’t wanted to have sex previously, I could not stop the heat pooling in between my thighs. I also couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was. My partner was literally coming apart at the seams (his feathers were everywhere) under my touch. I was making him feel this good. What a fucking ego boost! With a renewed urgency, I continued to tease him (get him off?).
All of the sudden, I needed to see his face.
“Keigo.” I called softly, leaning closer to the back of his head, which was still pressed into my neck. He didn’t respond, simply shuddering and continuing his whines of pleasure. “Keigo. Look at me. I wanna see you.”
That got a response. He mumbled incoherently and pulled his head away from my body.
The view I got was possibly the most erotic thing ever. Keigo was a million different blotchy shades of red and pink, coloring his entire face and neck with the pretty hues. His eyes were half shut, which didn’t stop the bottom of his golden irises from glowing in the warm candlelight. He was also biting aggressively at his lower lip, obviously trying to stifle the moans building up in his chest. It was a display that made blood roar in my eyes and my chest swell with the knowledge that I was the only one who ever got to see him like this. Oh wow...
I was completely speechless, save for my rather eloquent comment of: “My god, you’re fucking hot , baby.” Apparently that comment broke the dam, as Keigo let out a moan only befitting someone getting thoroughly fucked senseless. And all I was doing was touching his wings.
The grinding against my thigh continued with a renewed vigor and Keigo leaned forward, clearly looking for a kiss. I obliged, connecting our lips and shoving my tongue inside his mouth without hesitance. Grazing my teeth along his bottom lip and teasing the especially sensitive spots on his wings seemed to be the perfect combination, as he began mumbling things against my lips.
Pulling away, I decided to be a bit of a tease, though I had clearly understood what he said. “What was that, Kei?”
“(Y/N)- ah, baby bird, I’m gonna-,” I squeezed his wings and nipped at his jaw. “OH- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- fuHUck!” And that was all it took. Keigo collapsed against me, breathing heavily.
“Well, that was the best discovery I’ve ever made.” I chuckled, finally removing my hands from his wings and using them to push Keigo’s hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“You’re telling me. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.” He rasped, voice spent from the volume of his noises.
I pressed a kiss in between his eyebrows. “We are so doing that again next time we have sex.”
Keigo nodded his agreement against my shoulder where he was resting his head. Slowly lifting his head, he gave me an oddly mischievous smirk. “Which reminds me, you never finished, did you?” I felt his hand snake its way to the hem of the shorts he had given me. Catching it in my own before he could slip beneath the fabric, I grinned at his priorities but nonetheless stopped his advances.
“Oh, no, no, no. You’re way too tired for that, Kei. I appreciate it, I really do, but you need to get some rest. We can mess around all day tomorrow.”
“I’m not-,” he let out a yawn, “tired.”
“Uhuh, sure.” I patted his butt affectionately. “Roll over, I need to get up.”
“And go where?” Keigo looked up at me with a huff of annoyance at having to move.
“I’m cleaning you up and then we’re going to bed.” I explained, kissing the tip of his scrunched up nose.
“Fine.” He flopped off of me, allowing me to get up. “But (Y/N)?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m taking revenge tomorrow.”
I chuckled. “I know.”