“Please, what?” You played coy, you already knew exactly what he wanted.
“Please, please, please,” He continued, trying to rut his hips to bring some relief to his neglected cock, your hands moving to the curve of his knees as you leaned forward, changing the angle of the strap as you watched another airy gasp leave his lips. Your hands were quick to slap him away, a hiss leaving his lips at the slightest touch he managed to give himself before you stopped him. “I’ve been good, I’ll be so good for you-“ He continued, bringing one of his palms between his thighs to grab for his cock. A lewd cry leaving his throat as his golden eyes met your own. “Do you think you deserve to cum, baby?” You pressed, giving a sharp rut of your hips to bring his focus back to you. His cock was an angry red colour as it continued to make a mess of his chest, fresh pre oozing from the tip as he tried to match your thrusts in a feeble attempt to get you to speed up. The thing you loved about Hawks was that he was never above begging, always making the filthiest requests and demands when he was drunk on your strap. Watching the cute expressions on his face as tears began to collect in his brown lashes, “ Please, let me cum.” “Please,” He mumbled, groaning sinfully when you resumed your languid pace, the silicone dildo stroking against every ridge of his insides perfectly as you continued fucking into him.
PEGGING TUMBLR FULL
The sensation of being completely full caused Hawks eyes to widen as he released a sharp breath. Biting down onto his bottom lip as you pressed yourself against him harder, burying the strap inside his tight ass as deep as it would go.
Using the same pet name he used to call you when you first met, a smirk on your face as you felt him quiver from the words. Cutting him off with a roll of your hips as he broke off into a sinful moan, “Of course you do, you’re so pretty like this for me aren’t you? My little bird.”
“You like that, huh?” You cooed down at him, your thumb swiping against his taint as you felt him jolt beneath you, his lip quivering as he tried to spit back a witty comeback. A brief few moments in his busy life where he could just escape into a different plain and be someone else.
PEGGING TUMBLR PRO
It was a way he could just let go, to forget about all the stresses of being a pro and submit to someone else, someone that would bring him pleasure, not the same turmoil he’d been subjected to at the hands of the hero commission. Feeling the muscles in his thighs clench beneath your hands as you watched the red dildo slowly disappear inside his ass. Cock bobbing against his tummy as it left silvery trails of pre against his skin. Laying beneath you on his back, legs spread. “F- uck,” He whined, the crimson feathers of his wings ruffling as you eased the strap past the first tight ring of muscle as he keened at the sensation. Feeling the stress and anxiety from his job as a seasoned pro slowly melting away as you pressed the thick tip of your strap against his fluttering hole.
Just a time for him to completely let go.Ī time where he could let down those walls he’d built around himself and let someone take control for a few moments. This was exactly why he enjoyed his time with you so much, having no expectations, no commitment. The arduous work of a Pro-Hero made it difficult for him to form any real connections with people, not wanting to get too serious with someone and leave them at home waiting for him. These were the moments he cherished between his hectic work schedule, hours of his life slowly chipping away as he felt the toll on his body. Almost as though you’d been expecting him, that you were waiting just for him. Knowing that he could easily let himself in, but he enjoyed the way you looked at him as you opened the windows. A single red feather floating into your room to let you know he was there. He always came to you when he needed to blow off steam. Warnings: 18+, pegging, sub!Hawks, cum eating. Summary: Being a top Pro-Hero wasn’t an easy job, but luckily Hawks has you to help him blow off some steam.
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