fixing eddies bangs
pov: eddie asks you to fix his bangs
cw: grinding, implied sex
you immediately say yes.
it has been a dream of yours to cut eddies hair or to style it in any way and you hop at the opportunity when it's presented.
you're both on the floor of eddies room, him practicing for his gig the following night, you picking an outfit for him for it.
you don't know when you'd become his personal stylist, but you always find yourself picking out his show outfits.
suddenly eddies soft tune that he's been playing stops. "can you cut my hair?"
the question out of the blue, as they hadn't even been saying anything before, simply content in the others presence.
you turn around, stunned, and look at him with a look that says really?
"c'mon, i know that styling my hair is like a wet dream of yours," you roll your eyes and turn back to his closet, being stubborn. "but i really need my hair cut for tomorrow!" you don't budge. "you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world and i would really like you to cut my hair." nothing. he rolls his eyes.
"please?"
and that's how you ended up sitting on a flustered eddies lap cutting his bangs.
he kept squirming and you're no expert, so didn't want his hair to look worse than it already did. soo you sat on his lap. not the best idea for either of you as now you have to try not to squirm as eddies manhood is rubbing up against your clit just right.
you're both a blushing mess and you pray he can't feel your pussy twitch from his big hands around your waist, the cold from his rings giving you goosebumps through your thin shirt (that's probably his, you don't remember), and his big doe eyes, staring at you like you're the prettiest thing on earth.
and you're not far off as that is exactly what eddie is thinking.
having the girl he's been crushing on for years a half an inch away from his face is not helping the feelings he's been trying to push down, or his growing boner.
it's just the way you press your lips in a line when you're focused, the furrow of your brows, the tilt of your head. ugh, the twitch of your tight cunt against his boner. fuckkk.
he feels his cock jump at that and he knows you feel it too. and as much and he doesn't want to admit it, he's kind of glad you do, especially now because he knows you're feeling the same.
just a few more snips. you tell yourself. it's not helping you feel better because you have absolutely no idea what to do when you're done. eddies grip on your waist tightens and your pussy twitches again.
and then you feel eddies cock twitch. like it's fucking mimicking yours. you finish his hair, and look him dead in the eyes.
"fucking finally." you sigh, breaking the heaving silence hanging over your both.
you brush the hair off his face and practically throw the scissors on the counter while keeping eye contact and eddie looks at you terrified and confused.
you kiss him at the same time you grind against his fat fucking cock. you can't believe you didn't realize how hard he was before.
eddie tries his hardest to kiss you back but can't hold back the moan that comes deep from in his chest.
this is gonna be a long night.
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Thinking of Hawks having two pairs of his hero uniform. One in case the old one got damaged in fights or when needing to wash the other one.
Thinking how you'd steal it when he was gone at patrol outside, wearing it felt so comfortable, like a safe hug when he wasn't around. Warming your body as you would lay it over yourself like a soft blanket. The fluff of it reminding how you'd feel it against your cheek, when hugging him before leaving to work or after he got home.
It still smelled like him, probably one of the biggest reason why you always found yourself at his wardrobe whenever you missed him, or needed to ground yourself. You couldn't help yourself.
It's not like he would mind, he found it actually adorable. He will never forget the swell in his chest, when he saw you sleeping on the couch waiting for him, wearing his pants, and his jacket hiding the rest of your upper body. His clothes, his jacket. Honestly in that moment Keigo swears he fell for you even harder, you were so cute. He suddenly felt a bit possessive over you, not in a obsessive or a bad way. But for the first time he felt like he owed something in his life, seeing you in his clothes. Seeing you find comfort specifically from him, it did something to his brain. (He knew he didn't actually owe you, but it felt a bit like that.) He swore to not let go of you, he didn't understand how he got to be so lucky to have you in his life. He only knew he'd do his everything to not let that go, to not let the two of you go. No one had ever made him feel this content, make him feel this warm feeling in his chest, spreading to all over his body every moment spend with you.
After that he would change between using his different jackets more often. So you could smell more of his significant fragrance whenever he wasn't around, he thought of you wearing it when he was out on patrol. Always slightly cursing to himself if the jacket got damaged, knowing it would need to be fixed or replaced meaning you couldn't hold on to it for a while.
In those moments he made sure to leave some of his others clothes more visible for you to grab. One of his shirt or the comfortable hoodies he had, the ones you loved the most.
Sometimes he'd softly laugh, seeing you steal and replace the jacket to the one he had wore earlier that day, it just smelled more like him. He didn't say anything about it. Or well.. He might have teased you a little bit about it every now and then. Complimenting how good it looked on you, how you looked just so fucking cute, he wanted to bite your neck, he was sure his heart was about to burst someday. Kissing you more passionately and all over your face, seeing you in his jacket really did something to him he coulnd't explain. Making him want to hold you more close to his heart, head over your hair feeling bit protective of you, wanting to make sure you'd stay happy and safe. He would do anything to make sure you were happy, to know how much he loved you, how much you meant for him.
He usually didn't want to bring all of his work back to home, or be reminded of his hero self when being alone with you. He just wanted to be Keigo, to be himself with you. To be yours. Maybe that's why he didn't mind, seeing you wear his jacket like it was your own, how you felt so close to him, meaning you wanted to be surrounded by him, you wanted him in his life.
Suddenly his uniform didn't feel just 'Hawks', it felt more like home to himself too, like it also belonged to Keigo. Reminding him how he was able to make you feel safe, not because he was a hero, but because he was him. You found a home in him, you loved all of him, not just what the jacket used to represents to himself. A pro hero meant to always stay strong, saving others and sacrificing himself for the greater good.
You managed to make him feel more human, just a normal guy, someone also deserving of love and affection without the twist of him just being used.
His jacket didn't represent that to you, not in a way it had for him for years at least. Sure you found safety in it, and felt comfort from it, but it was about so much more. It wasn't just about 'Hawks being there to save you' it was just the reminder of him itself, how you'd often bury your face in the fabric while hugging him tight. Sometimes carefully helping him to get it off, or helping him to put it on, pulling up the zipper at the back. The ones helping him to put it on with his wings, he could do it himself, but you looked so happy to be at help, kissing him afterwards to tell him to stay safe and have a good day. Telling you were here waiting for him when he'd get back. Finally he'd have someone to answer in return, when he'd call from the door that he was back at home at the end of every day. At actually home.
The jacket held so many precious memories, something you'd think to yourself when he was gone. It was a reminder of him. And the thought of him wearing the same jacket out there was kinda sweet and funny to you. Wondering what he was thinking at the moment. Was he safe? Did he remember to eat? Did he know you were wearing his other jacket too? Matching him like the feathered necklace he had given you.
You loved his jacket a lot, almost as much as you loved him, but still, nothing was as good as the real thing.
Keigo didn't mind, he'd sacrifice his jacket for you any day or night, if only he knew it was making you feel safe and cared, when he was away at work. It actually eased his mind, feeling a bit like you had something looking after you when he wasn't around.
You were so fucking cute.
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