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“Good morning, Hawks!” You chirped. Being far too happy so early in the morning.
The winged hero stared at you from the doors of his agency, a tired glare on his face. Dark bags hung under his eyes, golden hair a tousled mess, and feathers out of place. Honestly, you’d never seen him look so rough.
Until today you worked the afternoon shift, so you were used to seeing him awake and dashing. This version of him just looked tired and miserable.
“Morning.” He grunted, walking past you to head to his office. Your head followed him till he was out of sight, a soft sigh pressing past your lips as you thought about the normally flirty hero.
Your wings ruffled behind you, a bit of anxiety swirling in your stomach. You were nearing your ovulation cycle and honestly, your mama bird instincts started to show. It’s not like you could stop yourself from wanting to fix his messy figure.
Your finger tapped on your desk, your foot shaking against the ground, you couldn’t stand it.
Before you could stop yourself you grabbed your purse, already back at his office door and knocking. There was a pause before a soft ‘Come in’ was heard.
Opening the door you noticed the poor disheveled man buried in paperwork. There was so much you could hardly see his head, as it rested against the palm of his hand. “Sir?” You asked boldly. His head snapped up, eyes wide as he zoned in on you. “I have to insist, you let me fix your hair.”
“It’s fine. It’s not that messy.” He groaned.
A stern look came to your face, arms crossing over your chest as you tapped your foot.
“Really it’s not that bad.” He tried to reason.
Yet the way you were looking at him broke his resolve.
“Fine.” He muttered in defeat.
“Thank you.” With a smile you made your way to his side, setting down your bag and pulling out a comb. With gentle strokes you brushed out the knots, putting his hair into the same position you had seen it in many times before.
With you tending to his messy bed head, he was able to continue his work, not wasting a moment of work time. It was rather efficient, at least in your eyes. The phone hardly rang and emails could wait a moment while you helped your boss not look so…
Defeated.
“Honestly, how can you neglect your wings?” You questioned, grabbing out tweezers. He just groaned into his palm as you went to work, plucking useless feathers that should be causing him discomfort.
“Maybe I just wanted a pretty, little birdie to preen for me~” He chuckled. Now that was the Hawks you were used to. The one who would flirt with you without a care in the world.
“Right~” You giggled, your hand running over his lesser coverts. His wings spread at this, his more difficult feathers finally showing themselves to you. A little goblin giggle escaped you as you plucked them, the pile on the floor growing.
“Are you almost done?” Hawks asked, turning to look for you. The feather you had plucked at that moment told him exactly where you were, but he didn’t move his wings to look at you.
“Almost!” You chirped, looking up at him from under his left wing. His gaze dropped to you, pupils growing in size as he watched you crawl under his wings to sit in front of them. Plucking a few more feathers you were able to get to your feet, your hands running once more over his lesser coverts to get his wings to spread out. “Done.”
“Done?” He repeated, blinking a few times to steady his gaze and thoughts.
“Yeah~ You keep your underside pretty good, so there wasn’t a lot for me to do.” Giggling you put the comb and tweezers back in your bag, resisting the urge to pick the feathers off the floor to take home to your own nest.
You collected the other feathers trashing them all, except for a single long feather that was just too good to pass up. Tucking it in the sleeve of your jacket you grabbed your purse, smiling at your boss. “All done~ Thank you for allowing me to fix you~”
“I wasn’t broken.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Though, if you want to fix something-” He started, before you put up a hand to cut him off.
“Don’t make me contact HR~” You winked walking out of the office. “That’s not exactly on my 'Wanting to do list'~” Giggling you left your boss. Letting him get back to his work so you could do your own.
As always he stayed in his office, doing paperwork till the afternoon. Then he left for lunch, before his patrol started. Around that time you gathered your things, your afternoon shift worker coming in to relieve you of your duty.
You went home, ate, and took a bath, before you sat down to watch your shows. Finally relaxing in your little nest for the evening.
With a sigh you fell back among the feathers and plush toys, pillows and blankets keeping you snug and warm. The sun had set and you needed to head to bed, yet your brain couldn’t stop thinking of Hawks.
His feather laid at your side, the red hue sticking out among your white and brown feathers. His color was so much brighter than your own, really luring you in as a female going into her cycle. All you could think of was the way his feathers spread when you touched his wings. The slight tremble of them from your light touches.
“Fuck.” Groaning you brought the feather closer, taking in his amazing scent. You’d be sad when it faded, but for now it’s all you needed to get your body going. Bringing a hand down to your needy cunt you slowly circled your clothed clit. A soft moan pressing past your lips.
Closing your eyes you brought the feather closer, your pointer finger running down its downy barbs.
You could see it now in your mind, his body pressed against you, his clothed cock grinding against your clothed heat.
You’d beg for him to put it in you. Beg to feel his dick pulsing inside you. “Please.” You whimpered, your strokes becoming a little harsh against your still clothed ball of nerves. Another moan escaped you, your hand quickly moving into your panties. “Hawks~ Oh please~”
You were already soaked. So it was easy to get your fingers coated enough to freely glide over your clit. A breathy moan came from you, your back arching as you pressed your fingers into yourself. You needed more, you needed his thick cock, railing you till you forgot how to speak.
“Hawks~ More~ Please~” You begged watching him pressing his fingers into you. His tongue flicked against your clit, while his fingers thrusted in and out of you. How he’d ask you to roll onto your stomach-
Rolling onto your stomach your face was pressed against the feather, both hands now between your legs. Lifting your hips you spread yourself. “Let me show you what you want~” You moaned, thrusting your fingers in as deep as they could go. Shivering in pleasure you tried so hard to get to that spot you desperately needed.
Your breaking point was coming, your fingers unable to finish the job they had started. “No please, don’t stop.” You moaned, bucking your hips back against them. Hot pants blew over the feather, it’s afterfeather and vane pushing and pulling with your breath. You were so close, so very close.
The way he would be looking at you, laying over your back as he fucked you from behind. His hands holding your hips, or maybe stroking your own wings.
A sharp moan escaped you, your climax finally hitting you. Your wings spread behind you, trembling at the pleasure you finally experienced.
Pressing against the feather you took in his scent, moaning happily as you came. “Hawks~” You whined, your walls tightening around your digits.
Your legs gave out, letting you rest on the bed, as hot pants escaped your trembling body. Closing your eyes you tried to calm your racing heart. Yet your body needed more. Much more than your fingers could offer.
So before you went a second round you nuzzled into your nest. Kissing the feather softly. "Goodnight Hawks." You whispered, finally dozing off.