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The sun had set a little while ago, and the thousands of lights that fill the city start to spring to life. Way up high, on the roof of my apartment complex, I sit and watch as cars and people bustle about. From here it all looks so small and insignificant, there is nothing and no one to bother me, it’s just my thoughts and I.
I’m supposed to be on watch for suspicious activity at the moment, but I just can’t find the motivation to leave the peace and quiet of the roof and throw myself back into reality. So, in the end I ended up sending out a few of my feathers in each direction, and if a villain is about, for them to be brought back to me. Easy peasy. I sigh and lean against the cold metal door that leads back into the building. I guess a small nap couldn’t hurt, right? My eyes feel heavy and my wings so warm wrapped around my worn out body, like a giant blanket. I stop fighting to stay awake and drift off into slumber.
“-wks…..! Hawks!…. Hawks!’’ I jump up with a gasp and quickly pluck a feather and thrust it in front of me, prepared for the worst. But I drop it as I see it’s no other than Dabi, dressed in his normal attire of a long trench coat, plain white shirt, long pants and black boots. Although he is smiling I can tell he’s not a happy camper. “Dabi? What are you doing here?’’ I quietly say. Maybe he’s come to finish me off, or maybe he’s learned I’m a double agent. how did he even find me? Throughout all our time together I’ve never told or shown him where I reside. So how is he here? But before I can voice any of my racing thoughts, he speaks. “Care to explain yourself pretty bird?” He smugly says in that deep husky voice of his and that twitch to the corner of his lips.
“What are you talking about?” Confused I stand up and wipe my eyes. My body is still stiff from laying on the door, so I can’t help but wince as my bones crack. “Well, I happened to be on a late night stroll you see when out of nowhere a bright little red feather flies into my jacket, and sends me flying into the sky.” Then it all comes back to me, i’d ordered my feathers to bring ANY villain if found onto the roof with me, and Dabi just so happened to be nearby, although not who I was targeting, is indeed a villain.
“Oh shit… I’m sorry… I ordered my feathers to catch any villains that could be nearby and you just so happened to be around.” I sheepishly smile and run my hand through my hair, I can feel the sweat start to form on my face. To my surprise he gives out a small, almost unnoticeable, chuckle. He stares at me for a minute, which to me seems more like hours, and makes way to my side, then slides down against the wall. “Sit.” I hesitate for a moment but then oblige, and slide down to join him.
The air is cold up high, don’t get me wrong I do enjoy the crisp fresh air very much. But right now I want nothing more than to lean into the warm and cozy heat of Dabi’s body. It’s so inviting and it would be so easy to just embrace it. I slowly inch over, trying to be as discreet as possible. I stop when I am as close as I can be to his side without us touching, which is about a half a inch. I can feel the heat, way more prominent now, radiate in waves from his arm, it warms my side greatly, and I unconsciously give a little chirp as I close my eyes and feel my body relent.
I can feel the flame users stare burning into my head, so I open my eyes to come face to face with him. I stare back and nervously avert my gaze to any direction that’s not his face. “Did you just chirp?.” He says with no hint of smugness or insult, he’s genuinely asking me. As I realize that yes I indeed did chirp, I feel my face heat up way faster than any flames could, and I throw myself backwards. I haven’t chirped in a long long time, I thought the commission had finally forced that unfortunate trait out of me. “OH… umm I’m sorry…. It’s not supposed to happen… I was just comfortable and..umm”. I stammer out what I hope to be a coherent sentence whilst avoiding Dabi’s glare as I twiddle my thumbs. I’m so stupid, I’ve ruined my chance of feeling warm, relaxed… safe even.
“Relax birdy” he drawls out, I find that I’m starting to like the pet names rather than be annoyed by them. “It’s okay you don’t have to feel embarrassed, it was honestly rather cute.” Cute…cute! Did I hear that right? He then extends his hand out to me, and invitation to come back over to him. I hesitantly give him my hand, it’s warm and clammy but I love it. What am I doing? I’m sitting on the roof of my apartment building at night, with no one but me and a very wanted villain who can set me aflame and disintegrate me in seconds, and I’m holding his hand.
I feel my face heat up even more than I thought possible as I sit back down next to him. He has yet to release my hand but I can’t find it in me to pull away, I instead squeeze his hand back. He tenses up but intertwines our fingers loosely, as if unsure. I’m still trying to process that this is even happening, so I’ll take what I can get.
“So…Do you come here often?” I break out of my trance as the words are spoken, and laugh. “What’s so funny?” I smile and look over towards him. “Nothing it’s just don’t you think this is kind of funny?” I say trying to contain my giggles. “We are both sitting on the roof, villain and hero, and we are holding hands” His eyes widen in sudden realization and he quickly pulls his hand from mine, I instantly miss the warmth as the cold air hits me like a train. He puts a few feet between us. “If you don’t want me near you just say so, I’ll leave” he snaps and I can see that annoyance and regret cloud his face. “No no no!, I wasn’t saying it was a bad thing!” I without thinking crawl over to him, grab his hands, and place them on my face.“You are warm and comfortable and I was enjoying sitting by you, that’s also why I..chirped…” I whisper out the last word.
Dabi not quite processing what’s happening ether seems frozen in place, His face unreadable. But then his hands squeeze my cheeks and he smiles warmly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely he always seems to be annoyed or smug but right now he’s none of that. He’s so….cute.
He pushes me back until I’m sitting, without moving his hands, and seems to study my eyes. I can’t help but fall deep into his ocean blue eyes that shimmer in all the right ways. Cold and dark but also full of pain and sorrow, the eyes of someone who’s been though so much, too much, and someone who wants the pain to stop.
His hands, still so warm, feel so good against my face. I relax completely into his palms and sigh in content. He could burn me at any moment, in seconds I’d be nothing more than a pile of ash. But somehow I believe that he won’t do that, at least not now. But really, who would have thought that I’d be sitting here with one of Japan’s most wanted criminals, enjoying such a quiet moment. I Never thought we would get to this point. When we first met I thought one of us would be leaving with bloodstained hands, or not leaving at all. But, here we are.
I close my eyes and enjoy the only physical contact I’ve had in a long time. Aside form my mother’s gentle caresses when I was a boy, I’ve never experienced intimate touch. The commission has clearly stated they do not want me to be intimate with anyone that they wouldn’t approve of, and they would absolutely hate if I were to find a mate as of now. They have always tried to conceal my bird like tendencies and having a partner would no doubt bring those traits into effect. So, I’ve been alone my whole life, never even experiencing a simple kiss. At some point he starts to rub his thumbs under my eyes which just makes me melt even more into his intoxicating touch.
“Hawks” he starts, “hmm..?” I lazily reply. “Can I do something?” I nod, honestly I wouldn’t care if this man were to murder me on the spot, his warmth is just to soothing for me to care. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I am finally being touched in a way that’s not violent. Without warning he removes his hands from my face and puts them into my hips. My eyes shoot open and I gasp softly, that makes him grip me just a bit tighter. Then he quickly turns me around and pulls my back flush against his stomach. My wings fold tightly onto my back reflexively. His whole body is radiating that wonderful warmth and now it’s enveloping my entire body, especially my wings that are already hypersensitive enough, that causes me to shudder and i bite my bottom lip to conceal any more embarrassing sounds that could appear.
So much happened in a split second that I’m genuinely confused when those hands climb up my stomach to my chest. “D-d-dabi… what are you d-doing…?” My heart is beating so fast I think it might burst. I am sitting in his lap, his hands are on my chest, and he’s so warm. I’m so flustered I can barley manage to move or protest when he starts to rub those hands all over my torso, his nimble fingers start to rub around my nipples, twisting and pinching in all the right ways. Even through the cloth that separates our skin from meeting it feels so….good. My wings stiffen so much I think they could cut through diamonds. I have to force my hand to my mouth to stop a moan from surfacing this time. Is this happening? Is this real? A few minutes ago this scenario was not even a possibility.
Unfortunately for me my ass happens to be right where his bulge is and I can feel the way it’s pressing against me, and my squirming around is just encouraging his assault on my torso. This feeling is so foreign but… it feels so good. I shouldn’t be doing this, I should break out of his hold and fly away, I should be screaming for him to get off me, I should be disgusted that a man who’s murdered countless people, is carelessly touching me. But I can’t bring myself to do any of those things, everything just feels to good to resist. “Hawks…is this okay..?” He whispers with his mouth against my ear, in a sultry tone I’ve never heard before, which causes me to have a full body shudder. I turn my head away from his mouth and nod. “I need to hear you to say it baby bird, is this okay?” He repeats. He’s stopped moving his hands but the heat remains. Say no Hawks say no.“Yes… this is a-alright..” I stutter “please don’t stop…”
I feel his grin against my cheek before he resumes running his hands around my body, the heat even warmer than before if possible. I’m reeling in his touch and I press myself as much as I can against him. I gasp when he takes my ear into his mouth and starts to nibble. “Dabi…. Hnng n-not there….” But he doesn’t stop, the tingling feels good but it feels even better when he lifts my shirt up and his hands meet my bare skin. I let out a loud moan even though my hand was tightly clasped across my mouth. One of his hands grabs my wrist and he pulls it down until our fingers find each other again.
“It’s okay birdy… you don’t have to hide it, I want to hear you..” his mouth finds my neck and he places small kisses that leave me craving more, once he feels that he’s given me enough pecks he starts to lick and suck spots onto my unblemished skin. “Mmm Dabi…. w-wait…” He pulls away from my neck and I turn to stare into his eyes. I wonder how I must look right now, my hair a mess and matted on my forehead, face flushed as red as my wings, and wide eyed panting harshly. “We shouldn’t do this here…” I practically choke out.
“Hmm you’re right.” He releases my hand and I can only watch as he pulls me up and into his arms, I automatically wrap my arms around his neck and squeak. “Dabi… I can walk..” now that he has a clear view of my face I feel more self conscious about the situation and avert my eyes. He’s starting at me with what can only be pure lust, I know what that’s like at least. I’ve had countless people stare at me with that look in their eyes, like they want to completely ravish me. “I know birdy.. but let me spoil you.” I can only flush harder as he leans down and kisses my temple. “Now show me how to get to your place.”
After descending from the roof, and about five flights of stairs, we finally arrive at my front door. Dabi hesitantly places me down so I can search for my keys. Although it’s far to late at night and no one in they’re right mind would be wandering around here, he still is on guard. I can tell by the way he checks over his shoulder. After the third failed attempt at unlocking the door, I realize that I’m trembling. What’s happening? Why am I so shaky? What am I scared of? I can feel my mind racing along with my heart. A hand on my shoulder jolts me back into focus, and I turn and see Dabi’s concerned face.
“Are you alright? You’re shaking pretty badly.” I give him a forced grin and laugh. “Ah.. I’m fine..” I know he can see through my bullshit response but he doesn’t press further as I finally fling open my door. My apartment isn’t the most spectacular sight to say the least. The walls lacking in decorations, the furniture bare except for a small sofa and TV, the kitchen covered in take-out boxes and unused appliances, and clothes dirty and clean strewn about the floor.
I know it’s a sorry sight and I can’t help but cringe when I see Dabi’s face, he looks like he knows why my apartment is the way it is, he understands all the nights spent eating alone without will to cook, the lack artwork or collectibles that most people usually have, the lack of furniture that shows I’m never really here and that no one ever comes here. I can’t bare to stand in the doorway anymore so I start to make my way to my bedroom. I’m wordlessly followed and as soon as I open the door, the air is stolen from my lungs as Dabi throws me onto my bed. I barley have time to sit up before I’m being shoved down.
He grabs my hands and pins them down above my head with one hand, the other on my stomach not pressing down hard but there’s enough pressure to make me understand that I shouldn’t move. “D-dabi…” I’m squirming around like a fish out of water but I stop when he throws his long legs over my hips and keeps me in place. The sight before me is one I’ve only seen in certain movies while channel surfing, and I can’t believe that this is happening to me.
My heart can’t take this. It’s to much. It’s all going to fast. I need to make him stop.
But I don’t stop him as he grabs the hem of my shirt and rips it off my body. Well at least I didn’t care for it. Now my entire torso is exposed and I suddenly feel vulnerable… a feeling I’ve never really felt. I’ve never been at the mercy of anyone like this before, let alone a villain. I snap out of it as he starts to lick at my neck again but this time his hand that was on my stomach wanders back to my exposed chest and fumbles around with my nipples as well. The fact that he’s holding my hands down with one hand should be terrifying, but for whatever reason I kind of like it, I think. I hit my limit as he trails down my hips and shoves a finger under the hem of my pants. I panic. I use all the force I can and I practically throw Dabi off of me, my wings flap wildly around.
He falls off the bed onto the floor with a thump and I gasp as I crawl over to the edge of the bed. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that for!?” He shouts at me. “I….I..umm..” I can’t seem to find the words to say, what can I even say? There is nothing that can justify me throwing him off the bed when he thought that I was enjoying myself.
I’m shaking bad now. I can barley keep my hands still. I pull my legs to my chest and wrap my wings tightly around my body. “I’m sorry…” I say but I’m not sure if he was able to hear me, for I spoke into my feathers. I feel the all to familiar sting to my eyes. Im crying now. No no no no no I can’t be crying, not in front of Dabi, not when I’m Im like this. This isn’t happening not now. I know he’s going to yell for how weak and pathetic I am, he’s going to walk out and avoid me forever, he’s going to force himself on me. He’s….he’s-
My thoughts are cut short when his hands push my wings aside from my face and grab my arms. “Hawks look at me.”I slowly lift my head to meet his gaze, my eyes no doubt are red and tear stained and I can’t help but feel embarrassed by this whole situation. “Baby, talk to me, what happened?” He places his hand on my cheek and I let out a sob as I melt into his touch. He’s so gentle. “I’m so sorry Dabi… *hic* I- I should have told you *hic* s-sooner….” I stammer out between sobs.
“Tell me what? Don’t worry I won’t be mad.” He rubs his thumb in circles on my cheek and gives me a small grin,like he did on the roof. I stare at his face for a minute, looking deeply into those gorgeous eyes of his I can only see genuine concern and….love? “I…I…” come on hawks say it, you have to say it. You can do this. I grab his hand from my cheek and hold it tightly “I…. I’m a virgin…” I timidly say as I stare directly into those baby blues. I wait for the worst. A slap, a scream, a burn, something. anything.
But instead I’m pulled into his chest in a strong and warm embrace, his face buried in my neck, his legs wrapped around my torso. “Hawks, it’s okay.” I throw my arms around his neck and I sniffle softly, how did I ever deserve this? He’s so… perfect. It finally dawns on me that I can trust this man, his feelings and actions are genuine, and he’s here for me and he’s not leaving. He’s running his hands through my hair and wings, carefully untangling tangled strands and ruffled feathers. After our long embrace I feel his head pull off my shoulder and I sigh as he rests his forehead against mine. “Hawks.” He starts “Yes..?” His face is so close. “Can I kiss you?” Kiss? Like a real kiss? Not on the cheek the neck or forehead, but the lips…. No Hawks you can’t run away from this, you can do this, my mind tells me. This is your chance so take it. I throw myself forward and press my lips to his. There’s a moment of hesitation from Dabi but that soon fades as he leans into the kiss.
This is happening. I can’t believe it. It’s so much warmer than it ever was, I feel like I’m really on fire. His hands cup my face, and I hear him let lose a groan. I whimper and unconfidently place my hands on his chest. His lips are smooth, but also rough, but I find that I very much like them. They are Dabi’s, no one else’s. They are perfect to me and I find myself wanting so much more. He pulls away from my lips and he chuckles at my flushed face. “How was that pretty bird?” He drawls. “It…it was… good.. I liked it” Oh God I just had my first kiss and that’s all I can say? What’s wrong with me? But I’m done feeling embarrassed, and I’m done running away, I want this. I want him.
“Can we do it again..?” I catch a unfamiliar glint in his eyes, and he pulls me towards him with haste. “Of course.” He purrs, and then our lips meet again. The kiss is just as good as the first, the warmth and the butterflies in my stomach, it’s so good. Things quickly start to get heated because one moment we’re sitting, and the next I’m again sprawled out underneath him. Our lips move in a messy fashion, our teeth collide somewhat but the pain just adds to the growing heat between us. His hand finds one of my sensitive nipples again, and I gasp, which gives him a chance to put his tongue into my gaping mouth. Now, with our tongues battling for dominance is when I notice that my pants are tight, way to tight.
After a long make out session, we finally break apart. Both of us are panting and sweating intensely, our chests rising and falling rapidly. “That was…” “Good?” He finishes. That was to good, I felt like I was floating, and now that we’ve stopped I feel that we need to start again. We need to do more, my body craves more. After another couple of breaths I put my sweaty palms on his chest, running over the staples that curve around his upper torso. He never did take off his shirt, his trench coat is absent however. “Dabi… can we do more?” I quietly question as I trace over the various lines that pelt his purple skin. “Are you sure? I won’t be able to hold back..” the thought makes me tremble, but not with fear… with excitement. “I’m sure, I want you… I want to feel you.. all of you.” He grins, probably for the twentieth time tonight, and then he’s pulling off his shirt. His chest is surprisingly not as damaged as I thought. The pale flesh is pretty unblemished, besides the various scars that are scattered about. The lower right of his abdomen is stapled together in a downward swoop that disappears underneath the waistband of his leather pants. His arms are the same as his chest, white flesh seemingly normal, until you reach the staples holding the purple dead skin onto his body.
“Like what you see..?” I jerk my head away fast. “Mmm shut up..” He kisses my nose and I squeak. Oh no. “Oooo I see I got another little tweet out of you, hmm?” I pull my hands up to my eyes and shake my head side to side. “Im sorry, it’s so embarrassing... I wish I could control it.” He again removes my hands from my face. “I believe I already told you that I find it cute… don’t feel ashamed of who you are, I like every part of you.” Every part of me? He likes me? This isn’t just a one time thing? I’m not sure, but there’s no time to think about these things as Dabi has had enough waiting, and he reaches right for my pants. He pulls the baggy sweatpants down to my thighs in one fluent motion, making me wonder how many times he’s done this before. The air that hits my bare thighs makes me hiss, and I squirm a bit. He hooks his arms under my legs and lifts them up a bit, to easily slide the sweatpants down my calves and off of me entirely.
Now only in my boxers, I feel the most vulnerable that I have the whole night. I have to remind myself that I trust Dabi, he won’t hurt me, and he won’t do anything to me without making sure that I’m alright. He cares about me, I’m not just his toy to play with. He values my feelings. He starts back at my stomach, kissing around my hips as he runs his hands up and down my legs, starting at my knees then up to the end of my boxers and back down. I want to look away out of habit, but I force myself to watch the scene before me. He’s taking so much time with me. I know he’s pent up and if it were up to him this would have been finished a long time ago. But yet he’s waiting for me. He’s doing this for me.
He hooks a finger under the band of my boxers, and stares up at me. “Is this still okay hawks?” I can say no, some part of me says that I should say no, but I don’t care anymore I’m done fighting myself. “Yes…please Dabi…” then he’s pulling the cloth off fast, and my aching untouched member is released from its confinement, the pink head dripping with pre cum. I’m leaning up on my elbows now, staring directly into Dabi’s eyes as his hand envelopes the base and he experimentally gives a few lazy strokes. I’ve never felt anything like this, someone’s hand other than my own, so warm wrapped around such a sensitive part of my body. I don’t know what expression is on my face, but Dabi must like it because he looks very pleased with himself. He spits into his hand to act as a makeshift lube and starts to stroke me with a rhythm. I can’t help the moans and groans that poor out of my mouth now. It’s so good, it’s way better than the kissing and touching. I wish I could have had this sooner, but I’m glad that I do now. I fist my hands into the bed sheets, my claws no doubt tearing the fabric. Oh well, I can always buy more.
Then his hand is gone, and before I can get a word out his mouth is wrapped around the tip of my dick and he’s lapping up the small white bead that threatened to drip. I throw my head back “AAH!” The unexpected action leaves me pleasure struck. The feeling is so different than his hand, it’s wet mixed with warmth, how can this feel so pleasurable? It’s astounding to me. My legs try to meet each other to close, but before they do they are being held down as Dabi licks and sucks, like he’s eating a lollipop. All the sweet sounds I make just encourage him to suck faster, without mercy. I can feel the heat start to gather in my stomach, I know I’m close but I don’t want this to end. I fist my hand into his hair and try to pull him upwards, but he fights me and continues his pace. “D-Dabi wait… I’m gon-na..” but it’s to late I can feel I’m about to burst. Dabi doesn’t seem to care. I can feel him grin. It’s all to much for my body to handle and I cry out as I shoot my load into his mouth. To my shock he simply starts to swallow it down and he doesn’t stop until all the fluid is gone, making sure to gather every last drop.
I collapse backwards and try to catch my breath, and process that just happened. Then Dabi is in front of me, a wide toothy smile across his mouth. “How was that mmm?” I can’t find the words to describe how amazing and otherworldly that felt so I respond by pulling him down in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his lips but I’m unbothered. “It was perfect.” I smile back. “Oh shoot what about you?” He’s still aching through his pants that he never even removed. “I’ll be fine don’t worry, I can take care of myself later.” No I don’t want him to, I want to make him feel just as good as I did. I want to know what it’s like to pleasure someone else. I get one last peck on the lips and as he stats to remove himself off of me I grab his arm. “Wait!” He stops and turns to me. “I want to… do that too, please let me… I want to know what it’s like.”
I’m as desperate as I sound, I want him to do more and I want to experience more. This can’t end here. “I don’t want to hurt you Hawks, I won’t be able to control myself.” He’s not lying, I’m shocked at the fact that he was able to resist the urge to ravish me at all, he was so capable. “I know… but I don’t want you to hold back…” did I just say that. What am I doing? Wanting him to destroy me, but these desires can’t be ignored anymore. He sits next to me, and opens his legs. I jump off the bed and kneel on the floor between his thighs, the carpet digs into my knees and the sensation is uncomfortable but I don’t care. I swallow and place my hand on his belt buckle, as I carefully undo his belt he watches patiently. I pull his pants down and gasp. He’s….he’s… not wearing underwear… I look up but he’s got the same expression on his face. “Surprised?” No I’m not really, he seems like the type to go commando, maybe he was even expecting this to happen. The thought makes my heart skip a beat.
Before he can be snarky anymore I grab his hard on and try to stroke it like he did to mine. His breath catches and he brings a hand to my hair for support, he isn’t rough at all but he does put pressure nonetheless. I don’t know what I’m doing at all but it doesn’t seem to matter because I’m not being pushed away or corrected. I continue my movements, watching as his face contorts into a pinched expression. He doesn’t take his eyes off me though, watching every small move I make. “Fuck Hawks, how are you so talented?” I flush at the complement. I like this, but I want to do more. I only hesitate for a moment before I take him into my mouth as far as I can. “Jesus.. warn a guy next time.” I hum in response and that shuts him up.
I start to bob my head and stroke the remaining length that I can’t take. Dabi doesn’t moan, but he does grip me tighter and groan in that deep voice. I’m not going to lie, this is unlike anything I’ve ever done before. He tastes salty but sweet at the same time, and his hand makes me feel confident in my actions. I speed up, my pace fast and unrelenting. I’d say I’m doing a pretty suburb job, with the way his hips occasionally jump up. I think he’s pretty close, I’m not sure though. I’m a little shocked when I’m pulled off of him and he brings me up into another kiss. I soon realize why however when his whole body violently shudders and his load pelts my stomach. He didn’t want me to swallow it, but I want to.
“Ha… that was good for your first time birdy….you really haven’t-“ he’s cut short as I gather some of his load onto my fingers and stick them into my mouth. It’s bitter and sticky but I make sure to make a scene as I slowly lick my appendages clean. I don’t stop until it’s all gone, and he watches with a unknown look. I wonder if this makes him fluster. I remove my index finger with a loud smack and lick my lips. “I’m glad I was of good service.” I don’t know where this confidence came from but I am holding onto it for as long as I can. Dabi seems stunned, unmoving and wide eyed. I give a sly grin, trying to replicate his usual expression. Then, as if I see the string snap, he bolts up and grabs my shoulders, his heat is way hotter than before and I know he’s trying his hardest to stop himself from doing whatever he intended we do.
“Hawks….can I fuck you.”
“Huh?” What? Did I hear right? I must be though because he’s staring at me with a foreign look, a look that is desperation, lust, confidence, and something else I can’t quite place. I don’t know how to respond, would this be taking it to far? But We’ve already given each other blowjobs, so would it even matter anymore? Who knows, this may be my one chance to experience what it’s like to feel what real intimacy is like… and I feel like Dabi is the only one who I can really trust in this way. I don’t think I’d want to do this with anyone else. After a long moment of thinking, his hands start to loosen their grip on me and he’s starting to retract himself. “I understand I’m sorry I’m taking it to far I-“
“Yes Dabi you can, I want you to.”
He seems just as dumbfounded as I was at his question, I know that he didn’t think this outcome was possible. “I want to experience what it’s like to be intimate, I want to know how it feels, and I…. I want it to be you…. I don’t want to do it if it’s not you… so please Dabi… fuck me.” I can’t believe how forward I am but I want this, I want this so bad, and I never have the confidence to go for things that I want. But right now I know that I can take this, the opportunity is right I’m front of me, and it lays with no other than Dabi who in my opinion is probably one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. His scars may be a turn off for others but for me he’s perfect, every part of him.
He pulls me into a kiss, full of heat. It’s probably the most intense one of the night. We kiss for a insurmountable amount of time, and when we break away form each other, our lips are swollen and wet. ”Get ready pretty boy.” Is the only warning I get before I’m thrown onto my stomach, my wings open and extend outward in response, like they know they need to move out of the way. His hands on my back feel relaxing and I hum in contempt. He trails them down to my hips and then they are on my ass. I turn my head to stare back at him, he’s hard again, and he’s shining in the moonlight with a almost ethereal gleam. His hair almost looks white from this angle.
“We may have a little problem here hun..” what does he mean? “I thought I had some but I guess not, we’re gonna have to improvise then.” Huh? Before I can begin to ask what he’s talking about, he’s spreading my cheeks open and he’s- “mph!” I cry out into the pillow and curl my body into the bed. “D-d-dabi… hnggg stop it…. That’s so-“ my words die in my throat and as I let another moan escape from my lips. He’s licking stripes up and down my hole, making sure to cover every area throughly. This is so lewd but it’s strangely enjoyable. He must not have any lube, that’s what he meant. “You taste good…” that causes me to stiffen my wings and grip the sheets even tighter. How is he so hot? Literally and physically, how did I get so lucky… he continues to eat me out, his wet tongue so slick and slimy. This is gross, but why does it make me so turned on? I notice that I am also starting to get re- aroused.
After a little more licking he finally pulls away from my behind, with a loud pop. “This next part may hurt a bit okay? Tell me if you want to stop.” I shake my head and shut my eyes tightly, preparing for whatever is to come. I know that men can have sex, but I’m not exactly sure on all the steps to get there. I never really have any alone time so I’ve never been able to do proper research. I can only recall about two or three times I’ve been able to touch myself in the past couple of months. I had to be fast though and then carry on with more important matters. Tonight I was supposed to finish a mountain of papers, but clearly that isn’t going to happen. I’m jolted back to the present as one of Dabi’s fingers starts to circle around my slick hole. It pokes and prods before it starts to slowly press into me. The sensation is very weird, it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it also doesn’t exactly feel good. I feel full and I can feel my body contract around the digit.
“Relax… you’re doing good, so good.” I try to follow his instructions by making my limbs lax but I can’t seem to for to long because then he’s wiggling and pressing around my insides, and I have to stop myself from throwing him off of me again. It’s so new and strange but I know that if I can get through this, we can get to the best part. “It’s so weird.. D-dabi…” I force out. “I know baby, you will get used to it soon.” He soon adds another finger, then after awhile another. I have three of those digits buried deep inside of me, twisting and pulling and stretching. His hand stops and he retracts his fingers entirely. I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding and pant silently into the pillow
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I want to ask why he’s stopped but I’m flipped back over onto my back and I catch a glimpse of his face. He’s starting at me with a intense fire now, a look if I saw on anyone else, I would be panicking. But I trust him, he’s proved to me countless times that I don’t need to be afraid. “You’re pretty prepared now…. Are you ready?” I swallow and instead of words I lean up and peck his lips, I pull back and grin. I get a grin and a peck back before I lay back down and mentally prepare for what’s to come. This is it Hawks, this is the moment. My minds racing, but not as much as it was when this all started. He brings his hand to his neglected, dripping cock, and positions it to my aching hole. “Here we go…” is what he whispers out before starting to push into me.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, is all I can register in my mind as I feel him go deeper and deeper inside. The stretch is way more prominent then his fingers and it’s so hot, just like every part of him. I instantly clasp my hand onto his forearm, my grip tight and full of power. The sweet sounds that pour from my lips surprise me, I’ve never made such sounds before. Dabi leans down and peppers my face in small, reassuring kisses. “That’s it’s, you can do it, breathe birdy…” I quickly inhale and exhale to try to regain control of my breathing. It’s so big, he’s so big, how do people do this? “Hnn…haaa… it hurts….mphhh… it’s b-big..” his hand finds my own, as he presses his remaining length into me. We both go still. “I know honey, I won’t move until you’re ready…” his balls are pressed flush to me, and my entire being feels so full, It’s like him and I are one being now, transformed into something otherworldly. We stay still for as long as I need to, during that time we kiss passionately and I’m fed sweat nothings into my ear. “I…I think you can move now…” even though he’s been sheathed into me for quite some time, I know that it’s still going to hurt some more before the real pleasure begins. He squeezes my hand tighter and brings his face in front of mine. There’s something about starting at him, that makes this much more romantic. I want to be with him, no one else. Is that what he wants as well? Or is this just a ploy to get more information from me? Or perhaps just maybe… he wants me to?
I force my eyes shut as he starts to pull out of me, and then he’s pushing back into me full force. The pain is instant and it burns, but I bare it. He starts a steady pace, in and out, in and out, in and out. Slowly i can feel the pain start to fade, and the burst of pleasure hits me unexpectedly. “OH DABI… RIGHT THERE!” I shout out. It all becomes a blur after that. He’s slamming into me at a brutal pace now and the pleasure that comes from it is so intense I think I may pass out. How can it be this good? It’s so good. That’s all I can think about. “Jesus….you’re so t-tight..” Is all I can hear him say as his pace continues. I feel the tightening in my stomach start to fester and I know I’ll cum again soon.
It’s becoming to much, to many sensations at once. “IM…IM..” I cry out. My back arches up as I release again. My body starts to feel way to much pleasure now, he doesn’t stop however, chasing his own release. Im clenching around him very tightly as I ride out my high in waves and I’m screaming, I feel tears fall from my eyes. “Aaa… me to.. I…” he comes with a low moan as he thrusts into me one last time. I feel his seed coat my insides and I weakly whimper. He collapses on me, both of us out of breath and sweating in waves. I feel a hand on my face, and I open my eyes, some stubborn tears slide down my cheeks. “Well, that was something.” He gasps out as he wipes my face clean. “Haaa…. yeah that was… incredible, I’ve never felt so… good in my life..” I can’t believe I just did that, but I finally understand what the hype was all about at least. He pulls himself out of me and i wince as his load drips out of my abused hole onto the sheets below. Im sticky and gross feeling but I don’t care. He flops down next to me and I’m pulled into his strong arms, my head against his chest.
I relax completely into his hold and smile. I’d never take him to be the cuddly type but here we are. I came twice in only a small matter of time, and I got slammed into brutally, I flush at the thought. Now that the funs over I know I need to ask him. What was this to you? Why me? Are we going to do this again? …do you like me the way I like you? I don’t want to voice any of those concerns, especially the last one, but I have to know. I tilt my head up. “Dabi… can I ask you something?” He looks down, content and satisfaction on his face. “Yes of course, ask away.” He instantly replies. I now notice his hand is running through my wings, and the other around my waist, rubbing smooth circles into the skin. I know I’ll bruise, my neck and hips were so violently grabbed and mouthed at, that it would be impossible to come out of this unscathed. I think that I like that idea however… being marked by the person who gave you so much pleasure. The reminder when you look into the mirror that only they were able to do such things to me.
I stare into his eyes, you can do this Hawks. “Dabi… I have feelings for you… I.. I like you more than just a fling.. and I want to…be with you.” His hands pause their movements and I know I’ve messed up. Shit I shouldn’t have said that, I should have just enjoyed this moment. Now it’s over and he’s going to laugh and leave. I throw my head back down and wait for whatever’s next. But then a hand of his is under my chin and I’m pulled up into a kiss. It’s not heated like before, it’s gentle and soft, like a light rain shower after a major storm.
“Hawks… I feel the same way.” Shock fills my face, is this real? “You really think I would steal you’re innocence and then run off into the sunset? I’m not that heartless.. I wanted to be your first, and I want to be your last. No one else will ever get to do what I did to you tonight.” His words bring an intense heat to my entire body. He feels the way I feel? He has feelings for me? “You…you mean that?” Another grin. “Yes birdy I do.” Then we’re kissing again with a gentle nature, full of love.
When we finally pull apart I’m breathless and so exhausted, but I’m also full of joy. I can feel my eyes start to slip shut. Dabi pulls the blankets up and over our bodies, the soft cool sheets add to the warmth. In a moment of bravery I pull my free wing over my new lover and cover us entirely. “Hmm you know I can get used to this..” he says. I chuckle in response. “Me to..”
I let my eyes close and cuddle into his body more. I’m not sure, but I think I can make out a “goodnight darling.” And one final kiss to my temple, as I drift off into the most peaceful slumber, I could ever ask for.