I love you (Hawks X Male Reader One-shots)

Dance For Me (Stripper AU Hawks)

Narrators pov

You were stuck in a weird position, your friend's thought it was wise to drag you to a male strip club, your best friend (Bf/n) had made you come here, they were a bartender here, and they thought you needed some edge, so they booked you a private room with one of the best strippers they knew, he went by the alias ; Hawks the name seemed to draw you in even more, it was intriguing, now coming back to that weird position, you sat down on a couch, the intriguing man by the name Hawks, his red vibrant wings wrapping around his figure as he twirled around the pole, his feather ruffling out to show his beautifully built body, his abs showing off, sweat trickling down them, getting off the pole he walked over to you, his lips coming to the side of your ears nibbling the lobe, his hands trailing up and down your flushed form his hands coming down to undo your belt and pull down your jeans, the outline of your bulge poking your boxers, his hand grabbing it through the thin fabric, a moan drawling itself from, taking the boxers from you with his teeth, this made you moan even more as he looked up at you, licking a long stripe up your shaft before taking your whole length in his mouth, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks to enhance the feeling, looking up at you with an innocent gaze and your hand moved to grip his hair, making him go faster, a moan drawling from your mouth once more as you came down his throat, a knock on the door shook you from your haze

"Alright the private session is over sorry guys" your friends voice rips through the small room from behind the door, quickly you thanked hawks and pulled your pants and boxers up rushing out of the room with a huge blush, your friend walking with you

"I guess you liked it huh?" They chuckled, giving you a pat on the back as you grabbed your jacket, placing on your shoulders and running out, not bothering to say good bye

Bonus :

"Hey (Y/n) guess what" your friends voice came from behind you, spooking you a bit

"What?" You asked annoyed

"This" they slid you a piece of paper, on the paper shocked you, it was Hawks number, a blush shot upon your face your whole face going as red as a tomato, they just chuckled and walked off