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Moonlight seeps in through the boarded-up windows and illuminates the room just enough to see vague outlines of furniture and two bodies. Muffled moans and curses fill the air, along with the distinct sound of skin slapping. Hawks lies pinned beneath Dabi, bent over a table. They hadn’t meant to end up like this, they’re not even sure how they got into this situation.
Hawks was sent on a mission with Dabi, part of his ‘get Dabi to trust me so I can finally meet Shigaraki’ plan. Things went south and they had to hide out in an abandoned house in the outskirts of the city. One thing led to another and suddenly they were all over each other, unable to keep their hands to themselves.
Not that Hawks would complain, this is the best fuck he’s ever had. He feels like they fit perfectly, made to take each other. It’s rough, dirty, far from loving, but incredible. And he’s close. Oh so close. Just a few more thrusts and he’ll-
Golden eyes snap open to the sound of harsh pants and pathetic whimpers of pleasure falling out of his open mouth. His hips are rutting into the mattress below him. After two more thrusts, his body tenses up and he releases into his boxers, biting down on his lip hard enough to break the skin. He goes limp and sighs heavily through his nose, his eyes falling shut. Slowly, the realization of what he’s done hits him. He had a wet dream. A wet dream about Dabi. He just came in his boxers like a teenager with Dabi on his mind. Shame fills his entire body and all he wants to do is hide in his apartment forever. He would stay in his bed a bit longer than usual if it wasn’t for the uncomfortable stickiness between his legs.
Begrudgingly, he rolls over onto his back and sits up, the movement causing his cum to slide down his softened cock. He grimaces at the feeling and goes to his bathroom to clean himself.
He spends thirty minutes scrubbing his skin until it’s red and he doesn’t feel disgusting anymore. He just wishes he could erase the dream from his memory. Unfortunately, that’s all he can think about. It felt so real. Dabi’s hands on his waist. His lips on his neck. His filthy words in his ears. His dick pounding into-
Hawks physically shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and scolds himself. He needs to do something, anything, to get his mind off of Dabi. He checks his schedule and groans when he sees he doesn’t go on patrol until 5pm, and he doesn't even have any interviews or photoshoots.
It wouldn't hurt to do an extra patrol this morning. I’ll probably have to chug some coffee or energy drinks in between but it’ll be better than sitting around thinking about being fuc – yeah, I’m gonna go.
He quickly changes into his hero outfit and takes off, heading for his agency.
The first few hours of the patrol are boring, and, usually, Hawks would love to have a boring patrol. Boring means safe. Today, though, he prays for something to happen so he can actually do something and stop thinking about his stupid dream.
After another hour of nothing, his prayers are answered in the form of a huge explosion in the middle of an industrial area. He rushes over as fast as he can, ready to do whatever he needs to do. He spots several civilians running out of a building and sends his feathers to help get them to safety. He’s about to scan the area for the villain when a burst of blue flames catches his eye.
Blue flames… Blue.
Dabi. Shit. Why is the world so against me today? I can’t just leave, either. People have seen me here already. Damnit.
With a scowl forming, he flies towards the fire. Once he’s sure the area is secure, he locates where Dabi is. The arsonist is standing in an empty warehouse with a bored expression. That is, until he spots Hawks in the rafters.
A twisted grin takes over his face and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Hawks! How nice of you to show up!”
Hawks sighs and steels himself, needing to be extra careful about his words and actions, before jumping down to stand twenty feet in front of the villain. “Dabi, what are you trying to accomplish right now?”
Dabi laughs and starts to walk towards him. “I was just trying to get your attention, since you didn’t answer my call or any of my texts. I was hoping you would be willing to do something for me.”
Call? Texts? When did he do that? Hawks does his best to keep up the façade of being calm as the subject of his wet dream gets closer and closer to him. “I’ve been on patrol this morning. I must’ve silenced my phone last night and forgot. What is it you need me to do?” Please stop walking closer. Please stop walking closer. Please stop- fuck, he’s not going to.
“You? Silence your phone? Shouldn’t you always be prepared to go stop villains or whatever else you do?” Dabi stops merely two feet away from him, his signature smirk on his face. “I need you to help me find someone.”
Hawks manages to keep his composure despite the villain being way too close for comfort. “Find someone? I’m gonna need details, hot stuff.”
Dabi, thankfully, ignores the nickname. “I’m not giving you details until I trust that you’re actually on our side. And by helping me find him, you’ll be moving in the right direction.” He then reaches up to jab his index finger against Hawks’ forehead. “All you need to know is his suspected location.”
“Ow.” Hawks frowns and swats his hand away. “Not even gonna tell me his quirk? I feel like that’s pretty important.” Dabi mimes zipping his lips and it makes him sigh. “Fine. I’ll do it. When is this happening?”
“Next week. I’ll let you know when it’s time.” Dabi walks past him towards the entrance of the warehouse, stepping into a warp gate that opens up moments later.
With the villain gone, Hawks buries his face in his hands and groans. “Dammit!” At least I was able to act normal. If I had slipped up ... He shudders just thinking about it. If he can get through this week and find this guy without incident, he can move on with life like normal. He was only nervous because he had just had the dream last night, that’s it. And it was a one-time thing. He’ll be fine.
To Hawks’ horror, it was not a one-time thing. He had three more dreams about Dabi that week that ended with him cumming in his boxers. Three. He doesn’t know who he pissed off to be tortured like this, but he has some choice words to say to them when he finds out. It’s one thing to be having wet dreams in your twenties, it’s a completely different thing to be having wet dreams about a villain you’re double-crossing. His mind is so distracted from the dreams and lack of sleep (after the first two dreams he tried to stay awake for three days straight to avoid having another. He ended up passing out and having one anyways.) that his agency makes him go home early on the day Dabi had texted him that the mission was going to happen.
He wants to try to squeeze in a nap but doesn’t want to risk another dream, so he chugs an energy drink instead. He’ll be fine. Everything is going to go well. He has nothing to worry about. That’s what he keeps repeating in his head while he changes into more comfortable clothes. It’s impossible to be incognito with his wings, but he can at least change out of his compression suit.
A ding on his phone alerts him of a text as he’s pulling on a tight black t shirt. He unlocks his phone and sees an address paired with ’20 minutes.’ Guess it’s time to leave. He inputs the address into his phone and puts on his headphones so he can hear the directions.
He arrives five minutes early. It’s a condemned building; what looks to be an old mini mart. He stays out of sight so their target doesn’t get spooked and tries to run. Sending a quick text to Dabi to let him know he’s here, he perches on a rooftop to wait. He waits another ten minutes before he finally spots the villain coming out of an alleyway. Just the sight of him after the past week has Hawks groaning inwardly, annoyed with the way his mind reminds him of the dreams. Let’s just get this over with.
Hawks jumps down to land next to Dabi, keeping his voice low. “So what’s the plan?”
Dabi gives him a once over and jerks his head to the building. “We go in and capture the guy. Rough him up a little, if necessary, but Shigaraki wants him mostly unharmed.”
“Got it. Still not gonna tell me his quirk?” When he gets a flick to his forehead, he gives the villain a glare. “Stop doing that. Let’s just go get him.” He doesn’t wait for Dabi before walking up to the main entrance and forcing the door open.
It’s eerily quiet and smells of mildew. Not even his feathers pick up on anything at first. A few seconds pass before Dabi is following behind him. There’s rustling in the storage room, so he goes to open the door. Inside, there’s a man who is frozen in the corner, wide-eyed. “D-Don’t hurt me!”
Before Hawks can speak up, Dabi steps in front of him. “Calm down, we’re not here to hurt you. Unless you put up a fight. We just want to talk and hopefully convince you to come with us.” The man, who is now trembling, nods slowly and glances between the two of them.
Hawks can sense what’s about to happen before it actually happens, so when the man tries to run out, he grabs onto him and pins his chest to the wall. “Why did you think that was a smart idea?” His eyes widen at what comes out of his mouth. “I didn’t mean to say that. What is happening?” Hawks gives a side eye to Dabi, his eyebrows furrowed. “This is why you didn’t want to tell me his quirk. What quirk even is this?”
Dabi simply smirks at him and shoves his hands into his pockets. “I’m sure you can figure it out. The commission isn’t keeping you around for nothing, are they?”
“Shut up. Damnit, why do I keep saying everything?” Hawks scowls to himself and turns to the man he has pinned. “What’s your quirk? And stop using it on me. This is annoying.”
“I-I was told to not tell you.”
“The hell? Who told you that? Is this a set-up?” His head snaps back to the villain while his mouth keeps running. “Dabi, what is going on? And why aren’t you affected too? Is this a one-person quirk? I don’t like having all my thoughts out in the open. I feel violated.”
Dabi laughs and leans against the doorframe, clearly enjoying the situation. “Maybe it is a set-up. What would you do if it was?”
“I would be irritated. After everything I’ve done for you and the League, you still don’t trust me? And here I thought we had something between us.” Hawks’ eyes widen at the unwanted and accidental confession. “Ignore that, I didn’t say anything. Fuck.” Dabi continues to stare at him without responding, as if wanting him to dig himself into a hole. “Why aren’t either of you saying anything? And you-“ Hawks turns to the pinned man once again. “I said to stop using your quirk on me!”
Said man grimaces slightly and glances over at Dabi, seemingly asking permission. “Would you let go of me, first? I promise I won’t try to run again.”
“You’d be an idiot to try that again. I’m not even sorry for saying that.” Hawks releases his arms and steps back. Am I still affected? No, thank god. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, now that that’s over with-“ Turning to Dabi, he glares and jabs a finger into his chest. “Care to tell me what’s going on?”
Dabi raises his hands in surrender, although his expression doesn’t change. “I admit, I was told to test your loyalty. But even if I wasn’t ordered to do it, I would’ve done it on my own. Forgive me for not trusting the Commission’s pet.”
Hawks’ wings raise slightly. “I’m not their pet.” A hand grabs onto one of his feathers and his thoughts come spilling out of his mouth once again. “Although I wouldn’t mind being yours.” Hawks freezes in place, his face heating up and his eyes widening. “Shut up, don’t say anything. I didn’t mean that. I swear, if you don’t stop using your quirk on me, you’re not going to like the outcome.” He turns to look at the man behind him with a glare, causing him to let go and back into the wall again.
“No, please continue using your quirk.” Dabi steps closer into Hawks’ space and glances at the man. “He’s saying some very … interesting things. And if he tries anything, I’ll kill him.” The villain nods at him, encouraging him to listen. “You do remember the deal, don’t you?”
The question makes the man turn slightly pale but he nods and hesitantly reaches out to touch Hawks’ wing. “You motherfuckers-“ The hero tries to move out of reach but soon he’s the one being pinned to the wall, his wings squished between his back and the wall and his hands above his head. “What the hell, Dabi? Let go of me.” He struggles to get free but Dabi doesn’t budge.
“I want you to elaborate on what you said. Something about you being my …” Using one hand to pin Hawks’ wrists, the villain uses his free hand to grab onto his chin. “Pet?”
Hawks swallows down the sound that wants to come out, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “You’re gonna make me talk about that with him here? You’re a freak.” His eyes widen again and he glances around the room nervously. “I … I didn’t mean- you’re not- damnit. It’s so hard to concentrate with you this close.”
Dabi slowly grins and leans in closer. “Am I making you nervous?”
“No- yes-“ Hawks swallows dryly and presses into the wall as much as possible, desperate to create space between them. “This is very different than the dreams.” The blonde stills instantly and the color drains from his face. “I want to die. Kill me. Dabi, please kill me right now.”
“Dreams? Birdie, have you been dreaming about me?” Dabi, shockingly, doesn’t sound like he’s teasing him. He sounds genuinely surprised. The poor man who was dragged into this situation looks wildly uncomfortable and like he wants to disappear.
“Yes. No! Shut up!” Hawks can’t help the tears that form from the pure embarrassment he feels. “Please just put me out of my misery.”
Dabi’s hand tightens on the blonde’s jaw. “Were they wet dreams?”
Hawks squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers. “You’re being mean right now, please stop asking me questions. I don’t wanna answer. Please let go of me.”
Sighing, Dabi releases his chin. “Fine, I’ll leave it alone for now.” He glances to the man still holding one of Hawks’ feathers. “Your job here is done. I’ll have the money sent to you by the end of the week.”
Not needing to be told twice, he rushes out, his face bright red.
Alright, he’s gone. I can finally think to myself in peace... Fuck, I want to crawl into a hole right now. I can’t believe I had to go and think about the stupid dreams. He probably is disgusted. I’m disgusted, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Now, if only he wou- Hawks' racing thoughts are interrupted by Dabi poking his forehead.
“I might’ve pushed it a little far with the questions, but you don’t have to go wishing I’d kill you. I think that’s a bit dramatic. Having wet dreams is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Hawks smacks his hand away and scowls up at him, but his red face makes him look less threatening. “It’s the fact they were about you! I think I deserve to know that guy’s quirk after everything I had to go through. It has something to do with thoughts but I want to know the whole thing.”
Dabi raises his hands in surrender for a moment before leaning against the wall with one shoulder. “Anyone he touches has to speak every single thought that crosses their mind. Shigaraki thought it would be a good way to test your loyalty to us.”
“Well, congrats on making me make a fool of myself.” Crossing his arms, Hawks keeps the scowl on his face. Why isn’t he leaving? He’s blocking the doorway now, too, so I’d have to pass him to leave. Swallowing down his nerves, he pushes past Dabi so he can get out.
Well, he tries.
Dabi stops him by pinning him to the wall once more.
“Where do you think you’re going, birdie?”
The villain’s gaze on Hawks makes him feel hot all over. “Home?” He barely gets the word out before a thigh slips between his own. Oh fuck no. What is he doing? Biting back the whimper that wants to come out, Hawks schools his expression into boredom.
“You’re really going to go home and pretend like you never said those things about me? About us?” Dabi leans down until he’s mere inches away from Hawks’ mouth. “Aren’t you even a little curious to hear how I feel about it?”
He’s so close. Too close. What is he playing at? “Shouldn’t you be getting back to Shigaraki to give him a report?” Hawks tries to lean back, but he’s pressed up against the wall already.
“He can wait.” Dabi grabs his chin and glances down at his lips. “Tell me to stop right now and I’ll forget this ever happened. If you don’t, there’s no turning back.”
Suddenly, the room feels way too hot and Hawks swallows dryly. Do I actually want things to stop here?
In lieu of a response, he surges forward to kiss Dabi. The villain sighs against his lips and eagerly reciprocates. The thigh between his legs slides against his groin further as Dabi presses his entire body against his own. The tension in the air rises as both of them fight for dominance in the kiss. Dabi bites at his bottom lip, and the moan that he lets out is embarrassingly loud for that small action.
Chuckling, Dabi practically purrs against him. “You seem to be quite eager.” He releases the hero’s hands in favor of grabbing his hips.
“Shut up and keep kissing me, asshole.” Hawks yanks him back in and swipes his tongue against his scarred bottom lip. Dabi gives him what he wants and parts his lips. As their tongues explore each other, Hawks can’t help but rut into the thigh, his dick slowly filling out. He’s such a good kisser. At least my dreams were right in that aspect.
A couple minutes pass before Dabi pulls away to trail kisses along Hawks’ jaw. “So, you wanna act out one of those dreams of yours, birdie?”
Hawks lets his head fall back into the wall, a soft thud cutting through his harsh breathing. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Dabs, I’m so pent up I don’t care how we do things, as long as it ends with you fucking me. Just- no marks. I can’t have anyone seeing a hickey when I go to do a photoshoot.”
Dabi rolls his eyes at the last remark. “Makes me want to mark you up even more, but I’ll behave.” Stepping back, he lets his eyes trail down Hawks’ body. “How about you get on your knees for me like a good pet?”
Hearing those words, Hawks’ eyes widen. He’s almost surprised when they have an immediate effect on him. The noise in his mind goes quiet. Shit. His brain goes a little fuzzy as he drops to his knees, gently enough to not hurt himself. Gazing up at the villain, he places his hands on his thighs to keep them still.
Dabi marvels at how fast the hero listened. “You’re just a dumb bird, aren’t you? All it takes for you to submit is a couple words.” He’s fuckin’ pretty, though, so I’m not going to complain.
The humiliation stirs something in Hawks and he whines low in his throat, feeling his dick twitch with interest.
Keen as always, Dabi notices the way Hawks is straining against his pants. Damn, who would’ve thought the number 2 hero has a humiliation kink? “Bet you just want to be used as a fleshlight. Good for nothing other than making me feel good, huh?”
Hawks feels himself slip a little further into subspace, and he nods dumbly. Wanna be a good toy for him. “Please use me.” His hands twitch with the urge to give himself some relief. The ache is his cock becoming almost painful.
The rush Dabi is getting from the blonde makes him feel high. He hums as if in thought as he moves to press his foot against Hawks’ bulge, ripping a cry out of him. “Show me how bad you want it, pet. Get off using my foot, and I’ll consider giving you what you really want.”
Those orders give Hawks pause, and his eyes widen again. “... What?”
Dabi tilts his head, his voice mocking. “You need me to dumb it down for you?” He rubs the tip of his shoe in little circles and smirks at the way the hero’s breath catches in his throat.
“I- but that’s-” Hawks craves the friction, but the thought of humping against Dabi’s shoe until he cums... “It’s ... so humiliating.” He can’t bear to make eye contact anymore, so he lets his head fall forward. Unfortunately, he’s met with the sight of a black boot pressed against the outline of his dick, and it arouses him more than it should. Shit, what’s wrong with me?
Laughing a bit meanly, Dabi presses his foot harder. The blonde moans and his wings shudder. “You didn’t seem to mind humiliation just a minute ago. What makes this time different?” He keeps his foot still, waiting for Hawks to give in. “C’mon, birdie, be good for me.”
It's not like I have much dignity left to lose at this point. Might as well get a good orgasm out of this. Taking a breath to steel himself, Hawks tentatively grinds into the boot. Oh, that feels good. He bites back a whine as he does it again, a little more confidently. Dabi hums approvingly above him, and it spurs him on more. His breathing comes out in little pants as the friction causes pleasure to shoot up his spine.
“God, look at you.” Dabi feels his own dick stir with interest as he watches the hero debauch himself on his boot. “Such a desperate slut that you’ll use anything to get off.”
Those words force a moan out of Hawks’ throat, and his hands shoot out to grab onto the other’s ankle. Although it should turn him off, he finds himself grinding a bit harder against the shoe. “Dabi-“ His head swims with arousal and humiliation.
Pretending to be unaffected, Dabi tilts his head to the side and watches with a neutral expression. “You can do better than that. At least try to make it seem like you want me to fuck you.”
Hawks full-on whimpers. Yeah, I can do better. “Please-“ With a newfound resolution, he steadies himself on his knees and humps against Dabi. He doesn’t care how pathetic he looks; he just wants to cum so Dabi will fuck him.
“Oh, good, the pet isn’t as dumb as he looks. But-“ Dabi reaches down and slides a hand into blonde hair. With no warning, he closes his hand into a fist and yanks his head up. “Eyes on me.”
Hawks’ eyes burn with unshed tears, and his mouth hangs open with drool and punched out moans. Fuckfuckfuck. Need Dabi- need him inside me. The sting of his scalp hurts so good, and he makes sure to let Dabi know with all his noises.
Dabi smirks at how easily he gives in. He looks so ruined and we’ve barely started. I can help with that. One hand still tugging at Hawks’ hair, he reaches down with his other hand to press on Hawks’ tongue; forcing his mouth open further. Dabi gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting directly onto Hawks’ tongue.
Hawks flinches at the sudden action but it only drags him further into subspace. His body tingles with his impending orgasm and all he can do is whine and moan.
“Swallow it.” When Hawks obeys instantly, Dabi lets out his own groan and tilts the hero’s head further back. “Say thank you.”
Hawks chokes on a moan and his movements become frantic as he chases his release. “Than-Thank you. Wanna cum.”
Dabi lightly slaps his cheek and leans down until his breath ghosts across Hawks’ mouth. “Good sluts beg for permission.”
The tears finally break free as Hawks begs shamelessly. “Please, please, Dabi. Can I cum, please? I’m so close. Please let me cum.” His hips stutter a bit, and he tries his best to hold off his orgasm until Dabi says yes.
Dabi simply stares in proud wonder. He's so far gone. “You’ve behaved so well, go ahead. But don’t forget to thank me.”
Now openly sobbing, Hawks gasps his thanks endlessly as he releases into his underwear. The hot stickiness is uncomfortable but he doesn’t stop rutting into Dabi’s boot until the overstimulation turns into pain. He finally slumps against the wall - as well as he can with Dabi still holding his hair – and lets his brain sink fully into that headspace. His limbs feel like lead and nothing Dabi says registers, but he sounds so nice Hawks can’t help but smile tiredly.
Dabi marvels at his completely fucked-out state. “Fuck, birdie, you’re so far under.” He carefully removes his foot from Hawks’ crotch and loosens the grip on his hair. “Didn’t think you’d get like this.”
Hawks whines at the loss and nudges Dabi’s hand with his head, earning him a chuckle. “Wan’ you t’ fuck me now.” Reaching up to grasp Dabi’s shirt, he pouts. “Been so good.”
“You have been so good for me. C’mere.” Tugging the hero to his feet, Dabi pulls him in for a kiss. Hawks tries his best to reciprocate, but he’s too out of it to do much more than cling to him. Dabi pulls back and glances around the room, looking for a suitable spot for them to fuck. We don’t have any lube. Shit. I’m not gonna fuck him with no lube. That’s cruel, even for me. “Birdie-“ He tilts Hawks’ chin up to get him to focus. “What’s your address?”
The question doesn’t register at first, Hawks’ brain too in the clouds. “Hm? Address?” He flexes his fingers as he tries to think, and giggles at the way they don’t feel like they belong to him. “Feel funny, Dab.” Giving Dabi puppy eyes, he tries to kiss him.
Dabi can’t help but grin, but he does reject the kiss. “You’re deep in subspace, that’s why you feel funny. But, I need your address.” He cradles the blonde’s face. “We need lube, and you’re going to thank me later if you’re on a bed.”
Hawks pouts when the kiss is rejected but does focus enough to give Dabi the address to his apartment. He’s rewarded with a slow, gentle kiss, and he whines pitifully. His brain doesn’t even process a portal being opened and being pulled around. He does, however, process being pushed back onto his bed. His silk sheets from when he left the bed unmade feel heavenly on his burning skin. Little coos slip out of his mouth as he relaxes, staring up at Dabi with a heated gaze.
Dabi stands at the end of the bed and unbuckles his belt. Let’s see how bad I can break him. “Strip.” Hawks scrambles to obey, lifting his shirt over his head. Dabi takes his time pulling his belt off and unbuttoning his jeans, watching as the blonde struggles with his own pants.
Failing to unbutton his pants, Hawks groans impatiently and tries to tug them down his thighs instead. When that doesn’t work, he huffs and pouts up at Dabi. “Help me?”
“You’re impossible.” Dabi rolls his eyes but indulges him, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Now, take them off.” He lightly slaps Hawks’ thigh and stands back up to full height. Arousal courses though his body as Hawks whines and pulls his pants down and off his legs. His boxers are wet from his orgasm earlier, so peeling them off is a challenge. The unpleasant sensation snaps him out of subspace, and he’s surprised when he doesn’t drop.
Now fully naked with Dabi still clothed, Hawks feels humiliation flare up all over again and his dick twitches weakly, starting to fill out between his legs. “Why am I naked and you’re not?”
Dabi smirks and climbs onto the bed to cage Hawks between his arms. “I don’t need to be naked to fuck you. How about you be useful and get your lube?”
Hawks tries to sit up, wanting to be good and listen, only to be shoved back down. “Wha-“
“You’re not going anywhere, pet. Use your brain, I know you can figure it out.” Despite his command to think about the solution, Dabi reaches between their bodies and grasps Hawks’ half hard dick firmly.
Hawks gasps at the contact and throws an arm over his face. Think, Hawks. Lube. Can’t get up… Feathers, duh. Sending a feather to retrieve the lube, he lets himself get lost in the feeling of Dabi’s warm hand jerking him off. The rhythm is slow, but it feels so good. Small moans fill the otherwise quiet room as the bottle of lube gets dropped on the bed. “Dabi, want you inside me.”
“Ah-ah, don’t be so impatient.” Dabi reprimands Hawks with a pinch to his thigh, the blonde whining at the sting. He grabs the lube and crawls down until he’s eye level with Hawks’ now fully erect cock. “You want me to finger you and get it over with, or will you let me eat you out?”
Hawks flushes a deep red at the question. “E-Eat me out? You want to do that?”
Dabi smirks and pushes Hawks’ thighs up and apart. “That’s why I’m asking, pretty bird.” He leans down and lets his hot breath hit Hawks’ twitching entrance.
This is how I die. “Fuck, eat me out. Please.” Hawks throws his head back and gasps out a low moan as Dabi’s tongue presses against his hole. It starts out as slow licks and nothing more; Dabi wanting to tease him. After several seconds of just that, Dabi prods at his entrance and slowly pushes his tongue in. “Ah-” Hawks’ thighs try to close but the villain has a firm grip on them. “Dabi- Dabi.” Only one of Hawks’ hookups had eaten him out, and they were not as skilled as Dabi. Every small lick, every curl of Dabi’s tongue inside him, it all has his dick leaking precum on his abs. He’s not sure if it’s the fact that Dabi has a possibly longer tongue than the other guy, he hasn’t had sex in so long, he’s been dealing with wet dreams about this man for a week, or a mix of everything. But all his senses are in overdrive. He’s so high in the clouds that he doesn’t notice Dabi slicking up his fingers with lube and asking him if he can start stretching him open.
When Hawks doesn’t reply, Dabi pauses. “You still with me, birdie?” He pushes himself up just enough to get a good look at Hawks’ face. No response. He removes all contact from the blonde and sits up, feeling a little bit of genuine concern. “Hawks.” He lowers Hawks’ thighs and gives one a slap to get his attention.
Hawks blinks sluggishly at the ceiling as his senses slowly return to him. His breathing steadies, and he lifts his head to look at Dabi. “Hm? Why’d you stop?”
“You weren’t responding.” Dabi reaches up to grab his chin. “If you’re unresponsive, you can’t give consent. If you can’t give consent, I’m not doing anything.” His voice is stern but not mean.
“Mm. That’s so hot.” Hawks gives a lazy grin. “I’m giving you my consent to fuck me stupid. I want to be sore for days after this.”
Dabi rolls his eyes but releases Hawks’ chin, turning his focus back to fingering him. With one lubed finger, he slowly presses into Hawks. “We’re going to use the color system. You know what that is, yeah?” He starts out slow but precise with his movements, just trying to loosen him up a little.
“Yep.” Hawks lets his head flop back down onto his pillow, and he sighs out at the sensation of Dabi’s finger. “Green is keep going, yellow is slow down or check-in, red is full stop.” He’s rewarded with Dabi’s mouth on his balls, sucking lightly. “Fuck- ‘nother finger.” Dabi pinches his thigh and he yelps, his leg kicking out. “Ow!”
“Use your manners.” Dabi glares up at Hawks from between his legs, stilling his finger. “Ask nicely, or one finger is all you’re getting.”
Hawks whines out, “Please use another finger, Dabi. I can take it.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Smirking, Dabi pulls his finger out completely before pushing two back in. “If you don’t remember to use your manners next time, you’re not getting what you want. Do you understand?” He pushes his fingers in to his knuckles and curls them up, pressing into Hawks’ prostate. The blonde cries out in pleasure, his back arching. “Answer me.” He doesn’t let up, alternating between scissoring his fingers and thrusting into Hawks’ prostate.
“Yes-“ Hawks claws at the sheets and tries to squirm away from Dabi, the constant pressure too much. “I- Oh God- I understand.” His whole body already feels like it’s on fire when Dabi takes the head of his cock into his mouth. He tenses and gasps out, “Yellow! Fuck, Dabi, yellow.” One hand tries to push Dabi off his dick.
Dabi pulls off with a wet pop and stills his fingers. “Too much?”
Hawks nods vigorously and tries to catch his breath. “Thought I was gonna cum again. I don’t want to cum until your dick is inside me.”
Dabi leans down, and, instead of Hawks’ dick, he latches onto his left inner thigh and bites. Hawks yelps and glares down at him, but with how fucked-out he looks it doesn’t feel threatening. “What? Nobody’s gonna see this, unless your photoshoots involve you getting naked.”
Hawks holds his gaze for nearly ten seconds, hoping to assert dominance. Dabi doesn’t react at all. Huffing in defeat, he relaxes into the mattress. “You can continue.” He hurries to add, “Please. And please add another finger.” The shame of being on the verge of begging is overshadowed by his want to be fucked.
“You remembered your manners. Good pets get rewards.” Dabi pours more lube directly onto Hawks’ hole and grins at the shudder. He forces a third finger in and waits a few seconds before focusing purely on opening him up. Hawks sighs and moans above him, his eyes closed in bliss. Dabi waits until the blonde is trying to rut against his hands before pulling his fingers out. “Condom.”
Hawks is lucid enough to react right away, a feather shooting to his nightstand. The feather deposits the condom directly into Dabi’s waiting hand before falling limp on the bed. “Are you seriously going to stay completely dressed while you’re fucking me?”
Dabi unzips his pants and pushes them and his boxers down just enough to pull his cock free. “I don’t undress in front of anybody, birdie. You’re not special enough to be an exception.”
Hawks pouts as Dabi rolls on the condom but he doesn’t press the issue. Makes me feel small. But it’s probably because of his scarring. “Alright.” He grabs the backs of his thighs and pulls them to his chest, giving Dabi better access.
“So eager that I didn’t even have to ask. What a slut.” Dabi brings his right hand down to land a smack to Hawks’ ass, causing Hawks to flinch and moan. Scoffing, Dabi leans over him. “Of course you’d like being spanked. I wonder what all your adoring fans would think if they knew how you act around a dick.”
Fuck. Hawks flushes and tries to hide his face, turning to press into the pillow. “Dabi…” He tries to give a warning, but it comes out sounding pathetic. Dabi grabs onto his chin and yanks his face forward again.
“Oh please, don’t try to act like you didn’t like that. You enjoy being humiliated.” When Hawks tries to hide again, Dabi tightens his hold. “I put you in subspace earlier by acting exactly like this. Trying to deny it is pointless.”
Hawks still refuses to make eye contact, despite being forced to face Dabi. “Just put your dick in me already.”
“Is that any way to speak to your master?” Dabi all but growls out, his eyes having a dangerous glint. “You wanna try again?” Hawks snaps his mouth shut and lets go of his right thigh in favor of grabbing Dabi’s wrist, trying to pull it off. “Hey-“ Dabi raises an eyebrow, silently asking for Hawks’ color.
Blushing even harder, Hawks forces out a small “Green.”
“So you’re just being a brat, then? I can take care of that real quick.” Within a few seconds, Dabi has Hawks flipped onto his front; his ass in the air and his arms pinned behind his back. Not letting Hawks adjust to the sudden change, Dabi presses the tip of his cock against his twitching hole. “This should shut that bratty mouth of yours up.” He slowly pushes in and sighs out at the tight warmth.
Hawks had opened his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat as Dabi fills him up. All he can do is moan into his pillow. The stretch isn’t painful, but there’s a pleasant ache. As Dabi bottoms out, Hawks clenches his fists and shivers. “Fuck, feel so full.”
“You’re so tight, even after all that prep I did.” Dabi pants softly and uses his free hand to grab the back of Hawks’ neck. “You did a good job with your safe word earlier. Don’t forget to use it again if you need to. Understood?”
Hawks nods as well as he’s able to. “Yes. Please move.” As if trying to entice Dabi, he pushes back into him and clenches for a couple seconds.
The increased tightness has Dabi groaning. But he doesn’t move. “Just a sec, birdie. I don’t particularly want to be giving you sexual trauma, so I need to know what’s off limits.”
That catches Hawks off guard, and he laughs. “You’ve got your dick up my ass and you stopped to be considerate? What a gentleman.*
Dabi squeezes his neck in warning, his voice stem. “Excuse me for having some morals when it comes to this. Tell me what’s off limits or we’re stopping.”
Realizing he’s dead serious, Hawks pauses and thinks about it for a few seconds. “No marks, like I already said, and no quirk use.” Dabi waits for a few seconds to make sure that’s all, and he quickly adds, “And be careful with my wings.”
“Thank you. For me, quirk use is also off limits, and no blood play.” Dabi squeezes Hawks’ neck again briefly before letting go. “I’m not going to be gentle. If you cry, if you tell me to stop, if you say it’s too much … I won’t stop unless you say red. Starting right after you acknowledge what I said.” His now free hand roams across Hawks’ sides and back as he waits.
Hawks almost whimpers at the tone and words, but he has enough self control to hold it in. “You won’t stop unless I say red. Got it.” He braces himself as well as he can with no use of his arms and his face pressed into his pillow.
Dabi practically purrs, “Good boy.” With that, he pulls almost completely out, then slams back in. Hawks cries out beneath him, his wings flaring out. Dabi sets a deep rhythm, but not too fast. Every time he bottoms out, Hawks lurches forward slightly and moans. To offset the hero moving, Dabi pulls back on his arms in time with his thrusts.
“Dabi- Dab- Fuck.” Hawks whines; his eyes rolling back. “So deep.” The position he’s in allows Dabi to hit his prostate easily, but the villain decides to be mean and purposefully avoid it most of the time. Every few thrusts, he hits it dead-on, and Hawks arches into Dabi slightly every time.
They’ve only just started, but the build-up has Hawks’ orgasm creeping up on him already. Panicking because of his premature release, he turns his head to face Dabi as much as possible. “’m close. Don’t wanna-“ He cuts himself off with a moan as Dabi slams into his prostate. “Shit- Don’t wanna cum yet.”
Dabi’s eyes flash dangerously as he leans down. “Aw, is the poor birdie gonna cum already?” Hawks nods with tears in his eyes, and Dabi gives a mean grin. “Pathetic.” He spits on Hawks’ cheek, making him flinch, and reaches around the front of him to grab his cock. Hawks gasps and tenses up. “Don’t hold back on me~ I plan on making you cum multiple times.”
“No – no, I-“ Despite his words, Hawks fucks into Dabi’s hand. “Can’t back-to-back.” A tiny sob slips out as Dabi angles his thrusts just right. “Please.” Hawks feels delirious on pleasure and subspace creeping back up on him. Dabi doesn’t move his hand, simply letting the force of his thrusts push Hawks into it.
“You can, and you will, pet.” Dabi moves his hand from Hawks’ dick to grab the front of Hawks’ neck and squeezes a bit. “Cum on my cock like a good slut.”
Hawks keens, tears freely spilling over his lashes, and releases onto the sheets below him. “Ah-“ His body shakes with little sobs as his orgasm washes over him. The pillow has wet spots from tears and drool, but he’s too out of it to care. “M-Mas-“ Hawks cuts himself off before he can finish, not wanting to give Dabi anything else to use against him. Unfortunately, the villain picks up on it.
“You’re being so good for master.” Dabi purrs into Hawks’ ear before pulling him up onto his knees; Hawks’ back pressed to his chest.
The change in position has Dabi pressing against Hawks’ prostate even though he’s stilled, and it’s too much too soon. “Dabi-“ Hawks struggles against the hand holding his arms as the overstimulation starts to turn painful. “Hurts!” Crying, his head lolls back onto Dabi’s shoulder. The calming fog of subspace washes over him fully and the pain subsides just a little, but it’s still overwhelming. His head swims as he struggles to form thoughts.
“There you go, pretty bird, just let yourself go.” Dabi finally releases Hawks’ arms in favor of resting his hand on Hawks’ lower abdomen. He gives a slow thrust as he presses his hand down. “Fuck, I can feel my cock from the outside.” Dabi groans at the realization and begins to fuck into Hawks again.
The sensation of Dabi pushing into his prostate from the inside and outside has Hawks writhing; his sobs coming out mixed with whines. ‘s too much. Fuck. Hurts. Something in him clicks and he remembers what he promised Dabi. “Yel-Yellow.” His voice is a mere whimper but Dabi reacts instantly, stilling inside him.
“Need a breather?” Hawks nods a little and hiccups, trying to calm down. “Good boy, using your safeword when you need it.” Dabi, true to his word, doesn’t move for a bit and allows Hawks to fully come down. Hawks’ cries slowly morph into sniffles, and the pain fades into pleasure once more. Once Dabi feels Hawks’ body relax, he grinds his hips slowly. “You good now? What’s your color?”
“Mhm.” Hawks sighs out a moan at the pleasant feeling. “Green.”
“Good.” Dabi doesn’t hesitate before setting a brutal rhythm, and the hand around Hawks’ neck tightens. Hawks groans and reaches up to grab Dabi’s wrist. He doesn’t try to pull his hand off his neck, he simply holds it. The sound of the lube is obscene, and it only seems to spur Dabi on. “God, you feel so fucking good.” Suddenly, the hand on Hawks’ abdomen grabs his free hand and places it where Dabi’s hand just was. “Feel how deep my cock is?”
Hawks presses into himself and keens as he feels the outline of Dabi inside him. Holy shit. Oh my God. He manages to lean his head forward, despite Dabi choking him, to see how visible it is. “Shit, Dabi-“ He moves his hand to get a better view, and a pornographic moan slips out at the sight. “You- fuck- look.” Hawks can barely form words, his mind too fuzzy, but he somehow gets the point across.
Dabi peers over his shoulder and curses under his breath when he sees. “Fucking hell, birdie, gonna fill you up so good.”
Despite the villain wearing a condom, the thought of his cum leaking out of him has Hawks whimpering and his eyes rolling back. “Yes, please, please. Want your cum.” A hand wraps around his still soft cock and he gasps, bucking into the touch. It’s still a bit sensitive from his orgasm, but the immense pleasure rushing through him and his floaty headspace has him filling out quickly.
“Gonna make you cum again before I do that. You can give me another orgasm, can’t you?” Dabi bites at Hawks’ neck just hard enough to sting but not leave a mark. The way Hawks clenches around him almost prevents him from moving, but he forces himself deeper.
“I don’t- I can’t-” Tears begin to fall down Hawks’ face once again as the pleasure overwhelms him. Dabi asked him a question, and he wants to be good and answer. His brain is mush, but he tries his best to communicate. “Never came more- more than-” Dabi squeezes his dick harshly and rubs at the tip, ripping a sob out of him. “Fuck! More than once. During sex.” The hand around his neck forces him to lean his head back again and he doesn’t fight it, going boneless against Dabi.
“And yet I’ve already made you cum twice. I think I can get you there again.” Dabi smirks against Hawks’ neck as he continues to toy with him. “You wanna be good for master, right?” Hawks nods desperately and reaches up to cling onto Dabi’s arm again, hiccupping. The way the blonde is shaking with sobs against him feeds his ego to no end. “Then you’ll give me another orgasm.” Though the position they’re in is great for Hawks’ pleasure, Dabi decides he wants to change it up. He gives Hawks’ dick a few more tugs before taking both hands off. When he starts to pull out, Hawks whimpers and cranes his neck to look back at him.
“Why- Why are you pulling out?”
“I want to see your face as I ruin you.” Hawks’ eyes dilate even further, and it makes Dabi’s dick twitch with want. “You’re going to ride me.” He moves to lie down where Hawks first was and pats his lap twice. “Sit.”
Hawks, despite his limbs feeling like jelly, clambers onto the villain’s lap immediately, his knees on either side of Dabi’s waist. Rough hands find his own waist as he takes Dabi’s cock into his hand to line it up to his hole. Sinking down onto him, Hawks moans softly through his sniffles. “I don’t know how long I can last.”
“If you cum before me, I won’t stop fucking you until I cum as well. I don’t care if you get overstimulated.” Dabi’s voice holds no room for argument, so Hawks simply whimpers. The blonde’s dick betrays him with the way it jumps up a little and a bead of precum drips down the side. “Well? Get to work, pet.” Dabi spanks his ass with enough force to make him flinch and moan.
“S-Sorry.” Hawks clenches his hands into fists on top of Dabi’s chest and raises himself a little. As he drops down, a strangled moan is punched out of him. It’s not quite as deep as before, but deep enough to have his eyes rolling back. “Oh, fuck.” His thighs quiver every time he lifts himself, and it takes all his focus to not collapse onto Dabi. “Wanna – ah – wanna be good an’ make you cum.”
“Gonna make master fill you up nice and full?” Dabi grabs at Hawks’ face to wipe away the tears, thoroughly pleased with how wrecked he looks. He always knew he had a sadistic side, but Hawks seems to bring out the worst in him. The blonde nods and chokes out a sob; his eyes glazed over. “Are you getting tired?” Hawks nods again, his arms now shaking too. “Do you want me to take over?”
“Please.”
He begs so prettily. Dabi moves his hands down to grab Hawks by the hips. “Good boy, using your manners.” Not giving him a warning, Dabi plants his feet on the bed and begins to fuck up into him hard.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” Hawks curls in on himself, almost falling onto Dabi, and shakes with pleasure. He swears he sees heaven for a second. He barely recognizes his own voice as he sobs and begs. He’s not sure what he’s begging for – to cum, for Dabi to go harder, to stop.
“Shit, you look so fucking pretty like this, birdie.” Dabi groans beneath Hawks and moves one hand to grip his cock. “Cum for me one more time, I know you can do it.” His own release is quickly approaching, and he wants to make sure Hawks cums before then.
“Close.” Hawks grabs onto one of Dabi’s shoulders with one hand and his hair with the other. “So close.” The constant abuse to his prostate has him slumping onto Dabi completely. He babbles incoherently, too far gone to think.
“C’mon, pet, let go.” Dabi swipes his thumb across the tip of Hawks’ dick and that’s what snaps the thread. Hawks seizes up with a silent gasp as he cums almost dry, only a few drops of semen sliding down onto Dabi’s hand. He clenches hard around Dabi as he rides it out, causing Dabi to finally reach his own orgasm. “God-“ The villain throws his head back and moans out a couple curses. He fills up the condom but doesn’t stop his hips, only slowing down.
Hawks trembles uncontrollably with the aftershocks, and Dabi not stopping only makes it worse. His brain is yelling at him to use his safe word, but his mouth doesn’t want to cooperate. Whimpers spill out from the oversensitivity and pain, but no words. Dabi lazily thrusts up into him, soft pants falling from his lips, for a minute before his mouth finally works with his brain. A broken “red” stops all movement.
“Don’t worry, Hawks, I wasn’t trying to get you to cum again.” Dabi carefully pulls out and rolls them both onto their sides. Hawks shivers in his arms, sniffling quietly as he starts to calm down. Despite hating it every time he’s done it, Dabi knows he needs to give proper aftercare so Hawks doesn’t drop. He didn’t intend for things to get so intense. “Shhh, you’re okay. You did so well.” Cringing to himself, Dabi combs through blonde hair and does his best to soothe the hero. “You were perfect for me.”
“Really?” Hawks’ voice is tiny, and Dabi hates the way something stirs in his chest.
“Really. Now, let’s go get cleaned up and get some water, yeah?” Hawks nods in agreement. “You cried a lot, so you’re probably dehydrated.” Dabi is met with a weak slap to his chest, and he’s relieved to know Hawks is coming out of subspace easily.
“And whose fault would that be?”
Dabi laughs a little and sits up to avoid another slap. “Glad to know I didn’t fuck the snark out of you. You’d be so boring without it.” He pulls the condom off his now-soft dick and ties it off, tossing it into the little garbage can next to Hawks' side table.
Hawks pushes himself onto his knees and points an accusatory finger at the villain. “I’m still very much myself, thank you very much. I just happen to be a crier during sex. Occasionally.” He moves to get out of bed and pauses when the pain in his legs finally hits him. He huffs and turns to Dabi. “Since you’re responsible for the loss of my leg use, I expect you to help me walk.”
Dabi rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue.