BNHA | Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Hawks x You

Authori's Note: Part of the "Fetish Exploration Series".

Keigo Takami wasn't one to be caught off guard easily. As a pro hero, he had trained himself to expect the unexpected. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he walked into the bedroom that evening.

You.

Dressed in the most adorably sinful maid outfit he had ever seen.

The frilly black-and-white dress clung to your figure in all the right places, the lace-trimmed thigh-highs teasing just a hint of bare skin above them. A tiny apron sat at your waist, and to top it all off, a little matching headband perched on your head, completing the look in the most devastatingly cute way possible.

Hawks leaned against the doorframe, golden eyes raking over you as a slow grin tugged at his lips.

"Well, well...what do we have here?"

You turned to him, adjusting the lace at your wrists with an innocent smile. "Oh, hey, Kei! I was just about to leave for the party."

He raised a brow, pushing off the doorframe as he stalked toward you. "In that?" His gloved fingers reached out, toying with the ribbon at your chest.

You swatted his hand away playfully. "Yes, in this. You knew I bought a costume for the party."

"Yeah, but you didn't say it was going to be this," he murmured, eyes dark with intrigue.

He had never considered himself the type to have a thing for outfits. Sure, he loved seeing you in his hoodies, his shirts, nothing at all, but this...this was different. The way you looked so sweet, yet so effortlessly sexy, had his brain short-circuiting.

"Damn..." He whistled low, rubbing a hand down his face. "Now I kind of regret telling you to go without me."

You laughed, giving him a teasing twirl that sent the little skirt fluttering up. "Too bad, birdie. I'll be back later."

With a quick kiss to his cheek, you slipped out, leaving Hawks standing there, entirely ruined by the image of you in that outfit.

***

A week later it started as a passing thought. A little curiosity he tried to shake off.

But the memory of you in that maid outfit lingered in his mind far longer than he'd admit. And maybe, just maybe, he found himself scrolling through a certain online store, wondering what else you'd look good in.

That was how he ended up sitting on the couch one evening, tossing you a neatly wrapped bag the second you walked in.

"What's this?" you asked, raising a brow.

He shrugged, fighting to keep his cool. "Just open it."

You pulled out the contents, and the moment you realized what it was, a black and pink bunny girl outfit, complete with stockings, fluffy tail, and lace-trimmed ears, you gave him the look.

"Keigo."

He smirked, wings twitching slightly. "What? You wore the maid thing for a party full of extras. Figured you could wear this one just for me."

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. "You liked it that much, huh?"

He scooted closer, caging you in with an arm over the couch. "Babe, I have not stopped thinking about it, since that say." His voice lower, laced with something dangerously affectionate. "So, humour me, mmm?"