Sakura Haruno

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Nanami 🤧🤧🤧

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✮Feathers at My Window.ᐟ

Summary: Hawks and Pro Hero Y/N have been secretly dating for a few months, their bond deepening beyond friendship. Trusting her completely, he shared his real name—but when she struggles to remember it, he takes it upon himself to ensure she never forgets again.

W.C: 1.2k

Disclaimers: Suggestive content, Mild sexual themes, Strong Language, Secret relationship, Sensory Details; Part 2 contains NSFW content 

Inspo from another Hawks writer @nakidoriii, thank you!❤︎

Like, comments, and feedback are appreciated!

You were lying in your bed, the room a comforting environment that always seemed to ease you at your best and worst times. The smell of your lavender-scented diffuser lingered in the air as you took a deep relaxing inhale through your nostrils. The bright moon filters through your blinds in the early hours of 1:47 AM.

Your arms were crossed under your head as you lay on your stomach. You really should sleep, you need to sleep. You have work in the morning, papers to check over and sign, missions to accept, and meetings to go to. But you couldn't, and you wouldn’t. For you and a very infamous avian hero had a very important meeting to attend to yall selves.

Right on cue, a feather-light rhythmic of knocks came to the glass of my balcony doors. My eyes snapped toward the source, excitement stirring in my chest. Without hesitation, I flipped the duvet aside, bare feet padding across the floor as I made my way toward the balcony.

Before my hand came near the curtains of the doors, my eyes once over myself as they caught sight of the body mirror in the corner of my room. 

My hair was styled in two messy twists that draped over my chest. A tank top clung to my skin like a second layer, the fabric stretched thin enough for my nipples to peek through, hardened from the cool air. Cotton shorts, soft and barely covering much, hugged my hips, riding up just enough to leave my ass teasingly exposed.

You and Hawks have been caught up in a secret relationship for what feels like ages—maybe four to six months—though you’ve lost track of time in the thrill of your hidden moments together. It all started when he first spotted you at a lively Hero Gala. The moment his bright golden eyes met yours, something sparked between you two, pulling him in. It wasn’t just your stunning looks that drew him; it was the way you carried yourself with such ease, the sweet sound of your laughter that filled the room, and so much more. From that very first conversation, everything changed, revealing a connection that felt meant to be.

Another light tap tapped against the glass, pulling you from your deep thoughts. You quickly raised your hand, drawing the curtains aside as they slid along the pole that held them up.

A blissful smile painted your facial features in an instant as you met those familiar golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the night. 

Hawks, your secret love; Hawks.

He was dressed in his hero uniform, his gloved hands pressed against the transparent barrier as he smiled brightly at you. He tilted his cute little head, mimicking a gesture for you to open the door. I hurriedly unlocked the doors and slid them open. Suddenly, he came crashing into you, nearly knocking both of you over.

“Hawks! Baby,” I exclaimed, as he started pampering your face with the gentlest of kisses. Wrapping my arms around his neck I quickly caught myself toppling over. “Stop it, dummy.” I declared but with no real force behind it. He chuckled as his arms, embraced around your waist, hugged tighter. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he blissfully sighed. The warmth of it sent a chill down my spine.

“Gosh, I missed you.” You could feel a grin creep up his face after he said those words. My smile softened, pulling back so I could gaze into his eyes. “And you know I missed you too, right?” My thumb caressed his cheekbone as I held his face.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, his nose brushing mine “...I’m aware.” he continued, “But do you know one of the things I miss the most?” Hawks raised a thick brow, his smirk never faltering. I smile back as the nose brushing swiftly transitions to our foreheads resting against each other. “What?”

He tilted his head. “When you called me ‘Keigo’.”

My eyes opened from their closed state, drawing back from the embrace as I stared back at him. His chest rumbled as a series of chuckles left him. “Seriously, dove, either you don’t give to shits about my real name or you have a very bad memory.”

 I scoffed as I lightly shoved him, “Well, I swear it’s not the first reason.” I snickered, playfully rolling my eyes, “And it’s not my fault to call you by what everyone else does.” I bit back, “You only just told me your real name a month ago.” I slowly made my way over to my bed, sitting on a leg and the other lazily swung over the edge.

Hawks huffed out of amusement, evoking back on the time he shared his real name to her. Hawks sood shredded his jacket, and immediately I can feel my cheeks burning with an up rising lust. It was almost impossible how amazing -No, that’s an understatement- Incredibly amazing the way his abs looked in the moonlight. And that still was an understatement in my books! The moonlight was complimenting him in the best possible way. It enhanced them, making them look more lickable than any lighting could.

Hawks -who, of course, seen her reaction and what her eyes were focused on- languidly tossed his hero jacket on the back of her desk chair. “My eyes are up here, baby girl.” 

“I know where my eyes are.” I sharply stated.

 Leaning back on my hands as I glance into his golden eyes. “I’m just… taking in some things.” I smile, tilting my head as it rests on my shoulder. “Yeah, you're really soaking it all in, huh?”  He chuckled, making his way over to you on the bed. “Of course, how else do you expect me to react to my handsome boyfriend’s major bod?” I giggled as I said it in a funny tone.

Hawks laughed along, settling down beside me on the mattress. “This seat taken?” he quired as he got comfortable beside me.

I scouted closer, him wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You know any seats open for you, birdy.” Smiling as I laid my head on his shoulder, soon after Hawks did the same as his was resting on top of mine. We stayed like that for a good minute as we just appreciate each other’s company.

Hawks’s voice soon broke the comfortable silence. “Are you ever gonna actually remember my name?” He asked, feeling the light weight of his head disappear as he turned to me.

My brows furrowed, “ I already call you ‘Hawks’, dummy.” I tilted my head to the side almost innocently.

Hawk blinked.

A smirk creeping up on his face. Tilting his head in an exaggerated mocking way, he pressed further. 

“I mean my real name-”

 “Keigo?”

I made an ‘O’ shape with my lips as I soon understood, the realization coming to me. “Oh! Oh, well. Yeah obviously, I just need to get used to it.” I encouraged, gently elbowing him in his bicep.

Hawks on, the other hand, grinned lopsidedly. Leaning in closer as his gaze stayed on me. His calloused yet soft hands came to intertwine with mine. The warmth of his breath against my ear was deliciously tantalizing.

His lips brushed your lobe as he murmured:

 “Maybe I should engrave it in that pretty little mind of yours…”

 A teasing nibble at your ear.

 “So you’ll never forget it."

A/n: If you enjoyed this then that will encourage me to write a part 2!

Some of these dividers were borrowed from @anitalenia!

GIRL you are KILLING IT! GIRL i don’t think it’s MOVING ANYMORE. GIRL you can STOP BITING

“why isn’t there any fic about (x)?” there can be a fic that is precisely about what you want to read. just start writing that fic for yourself.

“but I’m not a writer” every writer has had their first time writing. most writers start with writing something they want to read. your work doesn’t have to be perfect, because having 1 fic that is precisely about what you want to read, even if it’s not perfect, is still better than having 0 fics about what you want to read.

thinking about her this evening 🤭

Trouble (Part 1)

Nanami Kento x Y/N Reader

Warning: sexual tension ||| MDNI

This is the third week in a row that Nanami has seen you at the library. You were a music theory tutor that was hired in the beginning of month. Nanami often watched you while he read. You first caught his eye when you bumped into him three weeks ago, carrying a stack of sheet music and books. You both often think about that interaction. The way you accidentally touched his hand while picking up the sheets of papers, how smooth his voice sounded when he spoke to you, him complimenting your eyes…. Just for you guys to never have a real conversation after that. The only reason you know his name is because you took it upon yourself to look it up on the check in computer. You were gonna have a conversation with him today, though. You planned it.

“Good morning.” You say to the receptionist as you walk into the library.

“Good morning, Y/N. You’re here early?” She flashes you a look of suspicion. “Trying to beat Nanami here so you can finally talk to him?”

You jump at the true accusation, getting shy over her noticing.

“Whhhaaaa,” the pitch of your voice being high. “Can’t I be early to the job I love SO much?” You play off your nervousness.

Your coworker laughs and says , “I saw you look up his name that day, girl. You’re not slick. Besides I don’t think he’s married, or has kids or anything.” Married? That thought didn’t even cross your mind. “This is the perfect morning to talk to him, Your first student cancelled and then you have office hour, then lunch.”

“This is the motivation I needed, thank you, girl.” You walk to your cramped office and place your things down. You immediately stand in-front of the full body mirror by your book shelf, making sure you look perfect. You wore a black fitted blouse, that accentuated your waist. You unbuttoned one more button to reveal abit of your breasts. Your smokey grey skirt hugged your hips and stopped a couple of inches above your knees. You turn around, revealing the slit in the back of the skirt. You silently thank your mom for blessing you with a perfect ass and rack to match. You face forward again, fixing your stockings. You check the time, shit, he should be here any minute.

“I need perfume.” You say rummaging through your purse. You spray a couple spritz, put away your things, and hastily walk to the library.

“Good morning, Nanami.” You hear the receptionist say.

He softly smiles at her and says, “Good morning. They got you working by yourself?”

“No, Y/N is here too.” Your coworker pointing over at you, pretending to look through the go back cart.

“That’s good. Don’t work too hard.” He says as he swipes his card to check in.

Today he wore a fitted blue dress shirt, that showed the outline of his chiseled chest and arms. He had worn this shirt before and personally, it was your favorite. You smiled lightly at him and waved as he walked up to you. You didn’t realize how much taller he was than you until he was standing right in front of you.

“Good morning.” You say turning your head to face him.

“Good morning. I know I come here once or twice a week but I don’t think I ever got your name?” His question jump starting your pulse.

“Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you.” You hold out your hand for him to shake it. His big calloused hands engulf yours as he says, “Nanami Kento. The pleasure is mine.”

His face was perfection up close, prominent cheek bones, sharp jaw line, and nice lips. All you needed to know is if you were his type, then you wouldn’t be nervous. He lets go of your hand and you awkwardly smile at him as you keep sorting the books.

“What do you like to read?” You blurt out. You were gonna talk to this man whether you like it or not.

He lets out a “hmm” as he looked up to think. He stuck his hand in his pockets and said, “This is a broad answer but fiction or non fiction. What about you? You seem like you have good taste.”

Okay, what did he just say? You seem like you have good taste? He’s flirting with you but you still need more convincing. You stop sorting the books and turn your body towards him.

“When I’m not reading music theory books, I enjoy romance. It’s a nice change of pace after talking about how to build Neapolitan sixth chords all day.” You feel his eyes burning holes through you, your not even sure if he was listening. His wandering eyes taking in every detail of your body. You’ve felt this gaze before, now that you think about it. However, you didn’t know it was him on the other side of it. He’s been caught and that was the evidence you needed to really take control of the situation.

“How long have you done music for?” His eyes shifting back to my eyes.

You smirk and say “20 years. I’m currently 25.”

“I had no idea you were such an impressive young woman.”

“There’s lot you don’t know about me. What about you, Mr. Nanami ? What do you do for work?” You start pushing the cart and he follows. It seemed like he wanted this conservation to continue. He spoke to you the entire time you were doing the go backs, an hour passing the both of you by. Thank god the library is dead this morning.

“Y/N, your office hour starts now.” Your coworker says from across the room.

“Thank you.” You reply.

“Office hour, huh? I assume you have to leave now?” He says lightly.

“Not quite, you can come read in my office… if you’d like.”

He slightly blushes at your words and says, “I won’t get you in trouble, will I?”

“As long as you don’t tell anybody.” You wink at him and push the go back cart back to the front of the library.

You exchange looks with your coworker at the front as she puts her headphones in. You mouth the words “thank you” before heading back into your small office, with Nanami sitting in the chair infront of your desk. He had his book in hand and already hung his bag next to yours on the wall. You make eye contact with him as you close the door, knowing it’s gonna be a tight squeeze when you pass by him to get to your chair behind the desk. He knew this too.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna get right past you.” You say as you shimmy your way infront him. Your plump breasts being a hairsbreadth away from his face. He got close enough to get a whiff of your perfume and that was enough to jumpstart his pulse.

You turn on your computer as Nanami starts reading. You sat in silence for a few moments with each other. You both were exchanging glances every now and then. He loosen his yellow spotted tie and runs his hand through his hair. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly; putting his whole body on display for you.

Your intrusive thoughts take over and you rub one of your heels against his ankle. He looks up from his book to see your reaction. Nothing. You kept typing on your computer and ignored his glance. He went back to his book. You did it again, this time wondering up to his knee.

“Mmm.” He lets out as he flashes you warning look.

“You good?” You ask playing dumb.

“Mhm.” He plays along.

A few minutes pass by and you repeat your actions. This time, running your heel up to his crotch. You feel him squirm under your leg. He puts his book down and locks his gaze on you. His hands slowly wander up your stocking covered leg.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

WHEN THIS IDEA CAME TO ME I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. I hope you all like it!

Part two

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