#but hey at least i'm making mini thirstfics

[tainted-wine]

I had a thought like hawks' feathers are super sensitive so he's really aware of his surroundings right, so what if his new neighbour, not knowing this, masturbates to her hot new neighbour every night and him, aware of this, does the same in response

Whoops I made Hawks a total creep. This was supposed to be much shorter but I got a little carried away with the sex. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to indulge in some good ol’ somnophilia.

Drugging and Noncon ahead, Captain.

Man, you didn’t expect to have such a hot neighbor! The beautiful winged Hawks welcomed you with open arms, even lending a hand in moving your things and getting settled, and by lending a hand I mean he and his feathers do all of the work. You couldn’t help but wish that he did more of the lifting manually so that you could watch him use that beautifully sculpted body, wishing for the flex of his lightly toned muscles, and sweat running down that smooth handsome face. What a meal.

Hawks acts like he doesn’t notice you nearly drooling as he works.

He never leaves your thoughts as the day goes on. Should you ask him to have dinner with you? No, you’ve just met; that’s coming on way too strong. You’re hoping to see him again whenever you’re outside, but you sadly can’t catch another glimpse of him today.

When night comes, he’s still invading your mind, this time in more sinful ways. You wish you could have seen that body in all of its glory, even better if he was looming over you in your bed. Those hands that were equally rough and soft trailing down your skin, those supple lips kissing every inch of you, the growing erection begging to feel you from inside…

Your fingers try to please you in his place, moaning his name as you bring yourself to orgasm, wishing so dearly that it was his tongue circling around your clit.

With his sensitive feathers, Hawks hears you loud and clear. To think that you’d want him so badly after a single meeting…the pure lust resonating from your house has him shivering. He can’t help but indulge himself, leaning against the wall with his wings fully spread out. Your moans and breaths give him an idea of what speed you’re pleasuring yourself, and he begins to stroke his hard cock at the same pace.

His wings shudder as your volume increases. ‘Just how wet are you?’ he wonders. If only he could smell you, taste how horny for him you truly are...he’d love to save you the trouble and fuck you himself.

But he’s not just going to show up at your door and ask for a hookup. No, Hawks is a predator, and a predator needs a thrill.

The days go by and your interactions with Hawks are fairly short. He’s such a busy bird that can’t do any more than give short pleasantries before taking flight. He still never fails to charm you during your short exchanges, buttering you up with compliments and sweet talk. It leaves you too flustered to even ask of anything from him.

The feathers have been hiding in your house for several days. He managed to sneak them through your windows and vents—now he senses everything you do. It feels like he’s right there the next time you touch yourself, the feather under your bed taking in your heat and whimpers. Both of you cum simultaneously every night.

What he grows to love just as much as your private sessions…is your sleep. Your slow, deep, satisfied breaths after fingering yourself so intensely, it has him getting hard all over again. He can practically see your heaving chest; body sprawled out and still slightly flushed.

When a daring feather brushes against your lips as you sleep, you moan his name and he almost soils his sheets again.

He has to have you.

You’re ecstatic when Hawks finally steps into your house again. He said that he wanted to check on your progress in getting settled, and you give him a tour of your place before you both sit down and chat. You happily accept the offered can of soda, taking gulps as you share your thoughts about living in this city.

You’re so careless, taking opened cans from men you hardly know. His cock twitches in excitement with every swallow.

Your eyelids are getting heavy. Where did this wooziness come from? It’s not even that late, and you finally had this flying hunk in your house again! You couldn’t fall asleep now!

But it was impossible to fight. Hawks helps you to your room and lays you on your bed. Slurred gibberish escapes your mouth when you succumb to the closing darkness.

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You think you’re asleep, but you can still feel something. Hands…there are hands touching you all over. Are you dreaming?

The touches in your dreams don’t usually feel this real, and are you naked? When did you remove your clothes?

Every inch of you is being fondled. You can’t move or speak, can’t even open your eyes. You can only feel.

There’s a voice in the distance, far away and muffled, but you recognize it. Hawks. This was most definitely a dream.

You’re enveloped in the heat of another body, like someone is on top of you, and then there’s a light peck on your lips. Then another. Then it gets deeper, sucking and biting at your lips until something wet and warm pushes into your mouth, writhing against your tongue.

You’ve never had a dream this immersive. It has your arousal reaching new heights as the hands and mouth move everywhere, before your legs are being spread apart. God, how badly you wanted to see him, to reach out and touch him as he explores you, but the inability to move was exciting in its own way.

The mouth reaches your pussy, and your constricted throat tries to scream, but nothing comes out. The faded sounds of slurps and growls can be heard while you’re being devoured, the broad flat of a tongue licking long stripes up your sex before assaulting you with shorter licks. The pleasure is incredible; you hoped that nothing would wake you from this amazing experience.

You feared that’s exactly what happened when the godly mouth leaves, but then something presses against your entrance. It pushes inside, stretching, burning...and without warning, the rest of it is roughly slammed into you.

The pain only turns you on more. This is nothing like the sweet-talking Hawks you touched yourself to, the one that claimed you with a gentle passion in your other dreams. This one was humping you like a ravenous animal. The dick that you couldn’t even see was shocking you with spikes of hot pleasure after each hard slam of his hips.

There’s so much you wanted to say…to tell Hawks that you’re so close, to not stop, to fuck you even harder, to fill you to the brim with his cum. If only this damn dream would let you use your voice.

For a split second, his guttural moans are as clear as day, but then your orgasm clouds everything. Your dream doesn’t shatter like you expected as the powerful spasms overtake you. You’re still encased in darkness even as you feel your body tremble violently, the cock still slamming into you until a rush of warmth fills your womb. If this were real, you probably wouldn’t even mind taking his seed.

Everything calms down sooner than you wanted. It’s not long before his presence is gone, and it’s just you and the void you have yet to be released from.

He gives you one last kiss before cleaning you up, tucking you under the sheets like a loving partner that didn’t just violate you in your drugged state. He may have impregnated you. How will you handle that? He can’t help but wonder what happens next. Will you run away? Will you try to expose him to the public? Will you come back to him to be taken again?

He doesn’t know, and that’s all part of the thrill. No matter what you do, there’s one thing he does knows for sure: He’s going to fuck you again.