𝓐𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 || Yandere!Hawks x reader

17. Stress Release And Relaxation

                      [NSFW WARNING]

Letting out a soft sigh, you sat at your desk, typing up another two thousand word summary for another useless meeting. Once again, you just wanted to rest your face on your keyboard, and knock out, but you refrained, pushing your hair back and focusing on the computer instead.

It was your third day back at work, and it definitely wasn't helping anything with your mental state. You thought Hawks might give you a break for once since you just got back. But nope. He didn't. Even though he knew how stressed and paranoid you had been, he didn't.

In fact, you had gotten even more work than you usually had, since you had to catch up on everything. You already had to pull two all-nighters in a row and you really didn't want a third one.

You would reason with Hawks, but you knew that would get you nowhere. So instead, you tried cramming your work. And now here you were, typing as fast as you could until your fingers cramped up.

"(Y/n), can I see you in my office?" Hawks asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you jump. You were so sucked into your work, that you didn't even realize he was standing behind you.

"Sure thing." You said, getting to your feet.

What does he want from me now?

"Is everything alright? You seem stressed." Hawks asked innocently, further pissing you off.

Obviously, everything's not alright. I'm still freaking out because of my stalker, and my dead ex-boyfriend. And now, I get to stress about work too, thanks to you.

You thought to yourself hatefully. You knew you should be grateful, but a part of you couldn't help but feel angry with him. Like there was something off, like he was too perfect. But you knew you were probably just overreacting.

"I'm fine, I just really want to catch up on my work, so if I could-" You tried to turn to the door, but he stopped you.

"That's bull crap. I can tell something's off, birdie. Come take a seat. Relax." It was incredible how persuasive he was. With just one look, one word, he had you doing his every bidding. And you hated it.

You took a seat on the couch beside his desk, right next to Hawks. "Let me help you. People do say I'm great with my hands, after all."

"A-alright." You stuttered, feeling his gloved hands press down on your shoulders, rubbing them softly.

He massaged your shoulder blades, working out some knots you had from sitting in that damned chair for so long while you worked. You couldn't help but grow hot and tired from his touch. He was right. His hands were like magic.

The pro hero moved his hands back up to your shoulders, shifting them to your neck, and making you let out a soft moan. His fingers went to your shoulder, stroking your skin under your bra strap. His lips pressed against your neck, and then your lips, and that was when you knew you had to stop this.

You sprung off the couch, almost falling backward by how fast you moved. But you managed to keep yourself up. "I-I'm sorry, this is very unprofessional. We shouldn't-"

"I don't know what the big deal is. I was just trying to get you to loosen up a little." Hawks leaned back, an annoyed expression on his face, his wings all ruffled and puffed up in an intimidating manner. He did not seem happy.

  "B-but you kissed me." You muttered, your form shrinking and showing your discomfort.

"I have no idea what you're talking about.         (Y/n), you clearly seem exhausted and unwell, and now you're imagining things. You should go home and rest." But you could've sworn he kissed you. You felt it, you saw it! It was real.

Whatever, you rather have him think you were crazy than spend another minute here. So, you got yourself together, turning away and hurrying off. "Thank you, Hawks. I'll see you tomorrow."

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When you got home, you dumped yourself onto your bed, groaning into your pillow. You wanted to just sleep all the stress and anxiety away, but there was something, something that kept you wide awake.

And you knew exactly what it was. Besides the pent-up stress, anger, and anxiety you were going through, it was something else. Sexual frustration.

You never really did it much, only with someone you trusted. Someone who you knew would care for you and not take advantage of your body. But you still had your needs, and right now it seemed that you needed to fulfill them.

Pulling the blinds to a close, you sat back on your bed, beginning to unbutton your blouse, and shrugging it off. You undid your bra, playing with your nipple softly and moving your other hand down to your clit, teasing yourself. 

  As you dipped two fingers in, you began to fantasize of a perfect man you'd never have, having his way with you. His movements, passionate, caring, yet rough and strong.

You didn't even realize that Hawks was watching you through his camera, listening to the sweet noises that you made while he pumped his cock. He thumbed the precum a bit, moaning softly as he studied your naked figure, and listened to your whimpers, hanging on to every word that left your pretty lips.

Such a cute little thing, struggling to get herself off, Hawks wanted nothing more than to go in there and help her.

But he knew he had to wait. God, he hated how the sweetest things had the hardest sacrifices.

It made it even better that you were doing this in his place, fucking yourself on his bed, at this point, you were practically begging to be claimed by him.

  He watched as you arched your back, moving your finger even deeper until you hit just the right spot, moving even faster so he could climax with you.

"Oh god, fuck me." You moaned out, throwing your head back.

"I want to, so bad, baby girl." He mumbled under his breath, keeping quiet so you couldn't hear him from the other room he had crept into.

  Your body spasmed as you reached your end, Hawks coming right with you. He imagined filling up your tight little cunt with his seed, fucking it back into you, as he climaxed out onto his chest.

He cleaned himself off, watching as you moved his now messy sheets off the bed, grabbing some clothes, and going to go get changed.

That had managed to test the pro hero's patience. He waited long enough for this, now Hawks was going to make sure you were his. He was finally going to move the final part of his plan into action.

(A/N: Yuh 👩‍🦯

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