Now you can all shut up because I finally did a Hawks lemon. I'm not entirely sure why but I don't see Hawk's being a top in the bedroom and yeah... You'll see what I mean after you read this.

The life of a public image is exhausting in it's finest especially if you're a pro hero. You gotta be very watchful of what you say because you never know when something will be taken out of context and ultimately end your career. The same thing to Pros, one wrong word and your image is forever tainted with evil for you to be painted as a villain. Appearances. Celebrities and Pros alike have to keep up their appearances. Interactions. Despite how badly some big names despise interacting with their fanbase, it's inevitable. Be it an autograph signing, charity or even random photo ops. The big number two hero, Hawks, is best known for his public interactions. Yet all at the same time, public appearances of his were a rare occurrence given how he's the angel of the skies. Want an autograph? Just ask him. A picture? He won't mind, just make it quick. A favor? If his feathers can do the trick he'll help no questions asked.

Hawks, compared to most of the pros in his league, takes the top when it comes to the popularity polls alongside All Might. A clear cut fan favorite around Japan; and it's for more than his good nature. Long wavy locks of feathery blonde, amber eyes that could see through your soul, darkened kempt facial hair, as well as an impressively built body for how little this man walks upon his two feet. From the blonde's model worthy complexion to his flirtatious nature, his fangirls would drop like flies wherever he'd go. They're always competing for his heart since red tailed hawks mate for life. What they don't know is that he's already set for life for beneath his leather gloves he wore a silver band.

It was always after long days of hard work that Hawks would yearn for the attention of his one and only. The man would soar miles upon miles through the skies of Japan till his wings carried him to the balcony of his high rise home. The top floor of a high end apartment if you wanna get technical. He bought out the apartment as soon as he had the funds for convenience alone. Not to mention that nearly every apartment in this building alone was a hard get. The sky was his home after all, and you can't put a price on that. If you have the opportunity to live up with the stars, you best not pass it up. If Hawks were to ever be faced with the decision to move for work or such, he'd never find a home more perfect than this. Although, as long as he had his wife with him and she was happy, he'd soon put his wishes aside.

At home, the balcony had an empty landing pad of sorts just for the blonde of crimson wings. He landed softly, fanned out his mighty wings and stretched out his aching muscles till they had the sweet release they needed. With a satisfied sigh, Hawks reached up and pulled his flight glasses from his face for he now saw the world in it's true colors instead of ambered yellow. While he saw the world for what it was, he was faced with the odd reality that his wife wasn't outside waiting for him as she usually does. He can't even remember the last time (Y/n) hadn't gave him a warm welcome home. It was late, Hawks told himself. Maybe she went to bed. Although, upon stepping towards the outdoor table she had set up long ago, a cup of tea sat where translucent white steam wafted from atop it's brown surface and a magazine was weighed down by bird shaped paper weight to keep from drifting off in the wind yet it fought with great strength to try and flee. Hawks' amber orbs could trace a picture of himself printed upon one of the flimsy pages in the dark of night. His body moved on it's own as it's curiosity couldn't be contained. "How come nobody told me I was in a magazine?" The man hummed as he gave the article a glance only to frown as the reasoning was clear as day. "Not again..." Was all he could say.

The man tucked the magazine beneath his arm and headed inside for a comfortable homey warmth. The tv was blaring with the loud yet soothing trickle of rainforest downpours and a chirping exotic bird for his wife was propped before it in the most form fitting clothes. The Tree, that was her yoga pose as she reached for the ceiling. Air was drawn in through her nose, stomach expanding, and released through the mouth just as quietly as it entered. Yet another bad sign Hawks began to fear; His wife only ever does yoga whenever she's just a thread away from beheading him like the Queen of Hearts on any old day.

"I see you've read the latest issue," Hawks pulled out the magazine and opened up to his article. (Y/n) hadn't bothered to look at him. It's worst than he originally thought. "Apparently I broke up with my girlfriend... Ever though I never had one in the first place," and yet, there's a dozen photos of Hawks in this 'scandal' where he cheated on this girl with a million others. He vividly remembers posing for half of the photos, and each one was when a girl asked to take a selfie with him. Yet, he wasn't doing anything deemed 'bad' as most would describe. Just, smiling. Still, (Y/n) hadn't acknowledged his existence. "(Y/n)..." Hawks finally called out despite many attempts to earn her attention. "I thought we went over this... I married you, not anyone else. I have no reason to cheat," the blonde sneaked behind his wife and snaked his arms around her waist. (Y/n) was still doing her yoga as if she hadn't been interrupted. "You know it's just the press fishing for attention."

"Still though..." (Y/n) finally spoke up. Her arms lowered, eyes open, voice dark. "I KNOW you flirt with other girls."

"Is it wrong to tell someone they look pretty?" Hawks peeled himself from her and shrugged. "You girls say it all the time to each other. Besides, is it really flirting? I could say that someone looks nice and suddenly I'm a cheat?"

"It's true... We do. But It's not the same when men do it."

"All I ask is that you quit being jealous," Hawks sighed. "Whenever something comes out about me you freak out. Isn't the point of marriage is to trust each other?"

"Not when you're constantly gawking at other women."

"But I'm not..."

"You and your peanut brain," (Y/n) lost her composure and snickered. "Keigo-Baby... I trust you. I really do but you know how sensitive I am especially when we have to keep our marriage a secret. Just... I don't like it whenever stuff like this is on the cover of every magazine. I'm not in your hero life but your personal instead. I don't know if you're flirting or dating other women as Hawks and coming home as Keigo. You view Hawks and Keigo as two separate people when I don't. SO YEAH!!! I'm pissed off that you were messing around with girls enough that the press is exploding with the idea that you have a girlfriend. What do you got to say for yourself?"

Hawk sort of just stood there, unable to comment. He understood where his wife was coming from, but he didn't see why he's in the hole either. "I don't get where I'm in the wrong..."

"Tell your fangirls to back off a little bit okay?" (Y/n) spelled it out for him. "They get REALLY physical with you and you never say or do anything about it. Either you like the attention or you're too airheaded to realize they're flirting." Because this man is awfully dense and he's supposed to be a spy and a hero? Sometimes, you really do gotta paint the whole picture for him or else it goes in through one ear and out the other.

"Okay?" Hawks scratched his chin. "I guess I never realized they're flirting with me and I'm sorry," he approached his wife once more, thankfully she wasn't dodging his advances, for he peeled off his gloves and pulled the girl into a deep kiss by her hips. His crimson wings wrapped around her within a warm embrace. "I say we do a little more apologizing in the bedroom~" He purred.

"Nuh uh," the girl pressed a finger to his lips while she playfully bit the corner of hers. "You're still gonna get punished."

"But I apologized..." He pouts.

"You put me through this pain, you're gonna pay."

"What do you want me to do?" He blinked. "Is this just your way of guilt tripping me into getting you that cat you've always wanted?"

"Oh you'll see..."

"So... Are we getting a cat or not?"

Hawks never got his answer. It wasn't a surprise really, but he deeply wished he'd gotten an answer sooner rather than later for a change. The last few times he was in this much trouble, the outcomes weren't very good although not horrible either. Nothing divorce worthy if you're wondering. There was a point in time when all that Hawks did was bring home fried chicken for dinner whenever there wasn't a game plan that night. (Y/n) began to assume her cooking wasn't appreciated so what did she do? Refuse to cook period. She made him cook dinner for a month straight. At least now Hawks knew how to use a stove. Another time she refused to speak to him for a week straight after he knocked one of her favorite plants off of the balcony. You might be thinking accidents happen. Nope. Hawks legitimately threw her plant off of the balcony. He claimed it was an accident, but she saw him chuck it. After some further digging, Hawks admitted that there was a spider on it and thought killing the plant would get rid of the problem. During that quiet week of ignorance, (Y/n) had grown to deeply enjoy this punishment the most. Hawks was so needy for attention he'd practically throw himself on her. She vividly remembers that week as endless hugs, kisses and ecstasy because you don't need words to make love. But now that (Y/n) isn't telling Hawks what his punishment is up front, he figures that she either has something big planned or nothing at all. To let the thought of being punished eat him alive...

A punishment equivalent to cheating... Hawks knew this punishment was gonna be it's worst yet.

What had Hawks on edge the most was that with every passing day since the confrontation, (Y/n) would act as if it never happened from welcoming him home to making his favorite dinners and late night snuggles. In fact, she's been spoiling him quite a bit more than she usually would. Aren't I supposed to be punished here? "I don't get it..." Hawks sighed. Even the view of the city atop this building didn't set him at any ease.

"And what's the problem this time?" Enji rolled his eyes. The one time he agrees to do a stakeout with Hawks, Hawks is just moping around like a depressed teenager.

"I pissed off my wife again," Hawks spoke as if this was a normal occurrence.

Oh yeah... He did mention something about being married a few days ago. "Just what exactly are you doing to piss her off AGAIN," Because whenever Hawks upsets his wife, and soon grows just as upset himself, he desperately wants to hook up with the current number one for a man to man talk.

"She keeps thinking I'm cheating on her," Hawks shrugged.

"Hmm I wonder where she got that idea from," Enji's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"Anyways," Hawks didn't wanna revisit the subject of his handsy fangirls. "I'm in the hole..."

"What's the punishment this time?"

"That's the thing, I don't know," he admits. "She won't tell me."

"Then why are you so worried?"

"Why WOULDN'T I be worried!?"

"It's clearly not a big deal if she isn't punishing you."

"Coming from the guy who doesn't even live with his wife," Hawks spoke without a filter as he's known best and earned himself a scornful scowl from the man of flames. "What should I do to make things up to her?" Hawks sat down at the edge of the building since Enji refused to speak back to his previous comment. "Is anything you've been doing for your wife doing any good?"

"I don't honestly know," Enji grumbled. He's sent his wife flowers not too long ago but she didn't exactly comment back to him on how she felt.

"Any suggestions?" Because Hawks is literally about to throw himself off the building if he doesn't get any answers soon.

"Just make sure she knows how much you love her," was all the brute had to suggest.

"Gee thanks," Hawks sighed.

It took some time, but Hawks had allowed Enji's suggestions to settle in for the rest of their stakeout of which carried on late into the night. To do something so heartfelt it'd make all your past mistakes melt away from existence. Ultimately, Hawks decided to sit on the idea for tonight, and maybe tomorrow or the next day afterwards BUT he'll promise to make things up to (Y/n) soon enough. With work done, the heroes bid farewell and went their own separate ways. Hawks flew home as usual. It'd only be unusual if he had entered the home through the front door. Given that it was rather late, it was of no surprise to find (Y/n) already asleep in their spacious bed. He figured he'd take a shower and do the same although he had to stop and adore how the beautiful woman slept. Her arms embraced his pillow, her nose buried within it for his distinct scent lulled her asleep. It was her idea of a substitute for when he wasn't there. "She misses me," Hawks smiled with content and aimed to finish up his shower sooner rather than later so that he could take the pillow's place in (Y/n)'s arms.

On the other hand, upon finishing his shower, Hawks was left with the grim realization that his clothes were missing: dirty AND clean. Not a hamper to be found, neither a stack of laundry to be traced. Just one towel rolled to mimic a burrito sitting upon the toilet's pearly seat. He took the towel with a hiss and wrapped it around his waist. "It's finally happening..." He grumbled under his breath, a hand grasping the door's handle so tightly his knuckles faded to white. "It's punishment time isn't it?" He snapped with a whip of the door so strong it nearly was thrown off the hinges. Hawks was expecting an entourage of cameramen, a funny outfit or get up or something but nope... (Y/n) sat upon the bed wearing only an extremely loose fitting t-shirt of his and a pair of panties. Yet, his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Just please... Tell me..." Hawks' wings slumped to the floor. "Punishment time?"

"Only if you're okay with it," (Y/n) hummed.

Hawks' eyes widened, "I get a choice for once?"

"Sex," the girl spoke. Music to his ears, Hawks whipped off his towel and pounced on the girl leaving her pinned beneath him against the creaky mattress. His lips hungrily peppered the sensitive flesh of her neck and collarbone while his hands explored what lied beneath the shirt she stole from him all to wear on this latest of nights leaving her to squirm and writhe under his influence. "N-No!" The girl mewls for her hands pushed and shoved against his built frame with great desperation but of course with him being a pro his strength outweighed her own. "K-Keigo!" Her voice snapped like lightning, earning the blonde to pull back with a puppy dog frown. "When I meant sex," (Y/n) sat up and fixed her shirt. "I meant I'd call the shots..."

"Okay and?" Hawks tilted his head to one side. "You damned well know how horny I am. Just hit me with it," because why else was he sitting upon his knees, naked, with a hard on in front of his wife if he WASN'T hungering for some erotic action.

"I wouldn't say that," (Y/n) crawled off the bed with this devilish look to her features all the way to the dresser across from the bed. She dug through the middle shelf, half bent over in her desperate search. The shirt that captured her small frame rode up little by little, and Hawks had a front row seat to the provocative pair of laced panties that concealed her privates. Actually, was there any point in them? Hawks hungrily licked the corner of his lips since those panties were as see through as a ghost. He just wants to approach her from behind and shove his-

Clink

Klang!

(Y/n) whipped out a leather belt of sorts from the drawer. The buckle was clashing with the metal accessories for she held it high above her head like a trophy and Hawks could only stare at it with intrigue. Until... He saw something that didn't belong. A black six inch false penis or 'dildo' attached to the belt by loose leather and for six inches, that thing was intimidating. From the veins to how much girth there was...

"No," Hawks said with the most deadpan smile he could muster. This all has to be a joke right? "Have you been watching porn or something because why else do you wanna fuck me outta nowhere?"

"Well you aren't wrong there," She playfully shrugged.

"(Y/n)... You're not fucking me up the ass."

"Uh... Yeah I am," (Y/n) bent over at her waist and slipped one foot then two within the leg holes of her strap on. "Karma's a bitch Keigo! You're in debt to me and you won't let me try this otherwise."

"Ooooooof course," Hawks sighed with defeat and lied upon his back. His wings furled inwards to hide himself for the time being as the thought of being 'unflowered' in a sense to his wife was something he never would've thought would happen. "You know you could've just asked instead of making me freak out for the better part of a week trying to figure out how to make you happy again."

"Again," she approached the bed. "Would you let me fuck you up the ass otherwise?"

"I mean..." Hawk's began to blush like crazy, and he isn't quite sure why. "I may like it... Who knows?" Hawks can't quite put his finger on it but the idea of being fucked up the ass actually sounds intriguing. He's not sure if it'll hurt like a bitch or feel like heaven. Maybe both? There has to be reasons why (Y/n) is always screaming his name on special nights. Something about it must feel good right? Might as well explore one of his greatest wonders right here and now.

Consent... Keigo actually gave me his consent. (Y/n) thought in bewilderment for she took up a position at the edge of the bed and stroked her 'cock' a few times as to get familiar with it's every vein, dip and arch. A long sigh had fled from the blonde's lips as he knew it was that time and his magnificent wings unfurled from his body to lie sprawled upon the bed and well past it for that matter. (Y/n) could've sworn she was in an alternate dimension as her husband spread his own knees without a command as he entered full submission for her and her alone. (Y/n) wanted to say something more, something else to ease her angel of a husband into everything but settled on gently massaging his tightened entrance instead. He nearly gasped at first contact, but it eased into a heavy breath. It was her first and presumably last time she'll touch him here and she'll make sure to treat him like the king he was.

He's so tight as (Y/n) expected him to be. So warm and oddly soft... So comfy. Is this what a vagina feels like? No wonder why Hawks is a horn dog most of the time. "How does it feel?" (Y/n)'s better nature kicked in. She's only two fingers in and worry as if he feels like his body's splitting. Does it feel good? Horrible? She needs to know.

"You're not going into my ass raw if that's what you're asking," Hawks retorts as he felt uncomfortable and that's the best way to describe everything. There's so many nerves in one little concentrated place on the body and that place is his ass? He can't even move, that's how weird and stuffed he feels right now only on two fingers.

"I didn't plan on it," (Y/n) laughed with unease for she pulled her fingers from him. His back arched suddenly with her removal and she found him with his head lifted, eyes glossed over with lust. He wants this. He must. (Y/n) won't let him down now.

(Y/n) crossed her arms, taking in handfuls of the shirt she wore, and shed the piece of clothing leaving her in the lingerie she picked out for this evening. With one hand, she spits into her palm and rubbed her shaft. She repeated these actions until her cock was glistening with saliva and pressed the head to her husband's puckered entrance. A forward motion, her hips guide the shaft for it sank into him. The sound that Hawk's made, a broken half moan that remained so high pitched, (Y/n) had never heard such a sound come out of him in all her years. It all compensated for the pain and pleasure that overtook his being.

It's only when Hawks no longer remained in a stunned painful state, but rather his hips slowly rocked and ached for attention, that (Y/n) figured it was alright to move. (Y/n) was so thankful that Hawks opted to lie on his back instead of his stomach during this once in a lifetime moment despite it being more rough on his body. She could see every tremble of his body, the shake of his thighs, the way his feathered hair swayed with every thrust his body endured and how he desperately kept his amber eyes transfixed on hers made her heart jump and pump all the quicker. I love you, I love you, I love you! The man would scream as he usually would while (Y/n) was too nervous to speak at all for now the roles have flipped and he couldn't speak period.

With time, each thrust and moan led to never ending shudders from the male's body and she knew he was riding an orgasm anytime now. "Ugh... (Y/n)!" Hawks cried after moments of silence and echoed moans. His body flailed with oversensitivity, a cock that twitched with the sputter of his white hot release that trickled from the head to his base. Soft, red and spent it was. For when (Y/n) pulled herself out, his hole was stretched yet contracting to the loss of mass that it once occupied.

(Y/n) lied herself down beside her husband. His body hot and sticky with sweat as he breathed in and out longingly with bliss. She trapped his stubbly chin within her grasp and captured his lips with passionate interest. Once she pulled back, their eyes locked. "I guess that felt good huh?" She hummed.

"Yeah..." Hawks smirked and kissed her once more. "Wish you would've done it sooner-" A yawn interrupted the two of them. "And now I... Understand why you al... Always doze off after we do it," he nodded off with tears to his eyes.

"Sleep well," she hummed. "Cause the next time we do this, I'm not gonna let you off after one round."