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Hawks thought Dabi was hot.
Not in the sense of his quirk, no, more in a ‘I wouldn’t mind getting my soul fucked out by him’ way. The problem was Hawks didn’t even know if Dabi swung that way, much less if he was even interested. The arsonist was so apathetic that it was difficult for Hawks to try and get a read on whether or not Dabi would roast him alive if he flirted with the villain.
Hawks kept an eye out for any sign of interest, but didn’t hold out much hope.
So when they were on a stakeout together, Hawks having pulled Dabi down to lay over him as footsteps went past, it took him a few moments to process the hard line of heat he felt pressing into his thigh.
He blinked a few times, one half of his brain tracking the movement of the person just beyond the stack of crates he and Dabi were hiding behind, the other half slowly piecing together exactly what he was feeling. He looked up at Dabi, the arsonist learning over top of him on his elbows, determinedly not looking at him. A cute little pink flush just barely ghosted over the top of his scars.
The pieces slowly started falling together in his mind. Was he…?
Hawks shifted his leg slightly, and Dabi let out a heavy breath, the gravel near Hawks’ ears crunching as Dabi clenched his fists. Okay, so that was Dabi’s dick.
Nice.
That solved problem one.
Problem two: getting Dabi to rail him faster than a bullet train.
Orthodox methods didn’t work.
Flirting had almost immediately been crossed off, since Hawks kind of flirted with everyone.
The next idea of ‘make a move’ was discarded when Hawks tried to lean in and kiss Dabi, except the arsonist apparently thought he was unable to stand because he was drunk. Hawks hadn’t drunk a goddamn thing all night, and for what? Dabi to stand aside and let Hawks face plant on the floor?
He made up for that mistake by getting plastered with Rumi.
“He’s so fucking stupid,” Hawks muttered over the rim of his glass. “I try t’ kiss him and he just fucking doesn’t.”
“Maybe he’s not interested,” Rumi suggested, swirling her glass as she watched him drink more and more with an amused glint in her eyes.
“He popped a boner and was barely keeping himself from humping my leg, of course he’s fuckin’ interested.” Hawks slammed the last of his drink. “He’s just fuckin’ stupid.”
Rumi shrugged. “Does he need a neon sign saying ‘fuck me’ over your head or somethin’?”
Dabi blinked at Hawks’ shirt, taking in the words that stood out against the white fabric. ‘Fuck me.’ was written across it in black marker, and Hawks was giving him a flat look as he pointed at it.
“You can read, right?”
Dabi rolled his eyes. “Boyfriend that clueless that you need to wear a shirt for him? That’s pathetic, birdie.”
Hawks stared at him blankly for a long, long moment. Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sharpie, writing one more word on his shirt without looking.
‘Dabi, Fuck me.’
Dabi gave Hawks an unimpressed look as he ‘tch’d. “I’ll fuck you up if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on.”
Hawks stood there for a minute, not moving, before he picked up his discarded jacket and screamed into it.
“Do any of you know what’s up with Hawks?” Dabi asked, voice breaking through the soft chatter of the bar. The room fell silent, and the entire League turned to look at him. “He’s been acting really weird for the past month.”
“He wants you to rail his-” Shigaraki’s mouth was covered by Toga’s hand, earning herself a glare as she whispered in an incredibly indiscreet manner.
“Shhh,” she shushed him. “If he hasn’t figured it out on his own by now, us telling him isn’t going to change anything.”
Dabi blinked as Hawks turned on the projector.
How to stick your dick in Wing Hero: Hawks
A presentation by Hawks
For you, dumbass
“First of all,” Hawks said, not giving any time for Dabi to formulate a response as he clicked to the first slide. “Understand that I want your dick. In me, specifically. Preferably up my ass, but I’m down to deepthroat you.”
“What.”
“Second,” he clicked to the next slide, which showcased a… diagram for anal sex. “Once you understand that, you stick your dick in me.”
Dabi had no words.
Hawks clicked to the next slide without missing a beat. “First, you either bite my lips raw in an intense kiss or you leave so many hickies on my neck that the tabloids are talking about it for weeks, preferably months. I want at least one headline.”
Click.
“Then we get undressed. By taking my clothes off or burning them off, I hold no actual preference. Actually, the burning thing might be hot. Haven’t tried it before, but if you feel like burning your handprints into my waist or thighs, go for it. I’ll pop a boner every time I look in the mirror.”
Click.
“Moving on. You then stick your fingers in me and stretch me out. I know I’m kind of glossing over the foreplay, but I want your dick against my prostate as fast as humanly possible. We can probably try minimal stretching at a later date, I think it’d be fun, but I’m pretty sure your dick is too big to do that when I haven’t gotten laid in like eight months.”
Click.
“Anyway, unless you got something, don’t worry about a condom. If I’m not dripping with your cum when I go on patrol tomorrow, then what’s the fucking point.”
Click.
“So, positions. I’m not really picky, I’m willing to ride your dick like the horse girl Rumi accuses me of being, or if you wanna rail into me and use my wings as handles to pull me back onto your cock, we’re gonna have to talk about it a bit first so you don’t dislocate anything, but fuck yeah I’m down for that shit.”
Click.
And Hawks went on, and on, and on, and on.
For seventy-three slides. Dabi was floored, speechless, and way too fucking horny.
Hawks turned off the laser pointer and turned back to Dabi. “Now, was any of that unclear?”
Dabi, who had his arms folded over his chest and kept his legs crossed ever since Hawks started using his own nudes to make a point, shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. “I mean if your boyfriend is so fucking dumb that you gotta use me as a test audience for this kinda presentation, I’d dump him, dumbass.”
“Okay,” Hawks said, scribbling down a note on his forearm. “Obviously not anywhere near clear enough, thank you for your feedback.”
Compress languidly took a sip from his glass as he watched the local pine trees from across the room.
Hawks took Dabi’s hand and stuck it up his shirt, forcing the arsonist to spread his palm across the hero’s abs. Dabi gave Hawks a blank look. “I’m not a physical trainer, idiot, what do you want me to do?”
“Do you think he’s ever gonna realize that Hawks really wants Dabi to rail him?” Spinner asked next to him. Compress gave the mutant an appraising look.
“Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to pretend there will eventually be a day this all stops?”
“Try grabbing him by the dick,” Rumi suggested.
Hawks reached across the couch and grabbed Dabi’s dick. Dabi made an aborted choking noise as he looked over at Hawks.
A second later, the remote for the TV smacked Hawks in the face. “Get your eyes checked, dipshit,” Dabi growled, standing up and walking away with a blush on his face. “Can’t be that fucking hard to judge distance.”
“Hawks, literally, it’s been months, just give up and go find someone else so I don’t have to listen to you pine anymore.”
“No,” Hawks growled, eyebrows furrowing as he glared at Rumi determinedly. “His dick is big. I know it. I know it’s big.”
“That’s literally the only thing you’ve told me about this guy, why the hell are you so invested?”
“No, Rumi, his dick is big.” She still looked skeptical. “Listen, I can almost guarantee he’s got piercings as well, and he won’t be afraid to fucking ruin me, so excuse me if I want him to use me like a fleshlight.”
“Okay, calm down you thirsty bitch,” Rumi said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Hawks raised his glass to his lips before Rumi snatched it out of his hand. “Bad choice of words, I don’t need you getting anymore shameless. You want his dick? You gotta make him think with his dick.”
Dabi apparently didn’t get subtlety, so Hawks decided to try a more direct route. By trying to get Dabi to, as Rumi said, think with his dick instead of his brain.
Dabi had a habit of breaking into Hawks’ apartment in the dead of night, so all Hawks had to do was make sure that there was something… appealing waiting for him. A bit of study of Dabi’s habits later, and Hawks was fairly certain he knew when Dabi was next going to give him another reason to stop replacing his window locks.
Hawks wiggled himself into his prettiest red lingerie, worked himself open, and sank down on one of his larger toys. He faced his bedroom door so Dabi would get an eyeful, but kept his back to his bedroom window so if Dabi decided to enter that way, he’d get some wank material for that wing kink he thought Hawks hadn’t noticed yet. Even if he didn’t get railed, he wanted to be the only thing Dabi could see when he jerked off.
So he sat there, giving himself pleased little sighs as he rolled his hips against the toy, biting his lip as it angled into him just right.
He glanced at his clock as his breathing got heavier. Dabi would show up within a few minutes, he was sure of it.
Just the thought of Dabi seeing him like that, all trussed up in pretty red lace and fucking himself on a toy to the memory of Dabi’s cock, thick and heavy, pressing into Hawks’ thigh on that stakeout… Hawks whined, starting to bounce himself up and down, imaging it splitting him open instead.
God, he was so fucking turned on.
Hawks sped up the roll and grind of his hips, gasping little moans and whimpers escaping his throat as the coil of pleasure in his gut wound tighter and tighter. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hawks spread his wings for extra balance and a little bit of support as he slammed himself down onto the dildo, even faster and harder than before.
Fuck, he was so close. He wanted to touch his dick, but refrained—the Dabi in his imagination was reducing him to a crying, writhing mess, watching Hawks ride his cock, and that imaginary Hawks was moments away from cumming without being touched, and by god did that sound hot, so he wanted to emulate it as best he could.
He threw his head back, moaning with abandon as he crept closer to the edge, his prostate getting battered just right. “Fuck,” he moaned breathily to himself. A few feathers wrapped around his waist and began bodily jackhammering him onto the toy, as if it were Dabi grabbing him and taking control. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dabi, ‘m so close, so close, gonna— fuck —gonna cum, gonna cum-“
“Hawks?”
Hawks’ eyes snapped open to meet Dabi’s wide ones in his bedroom doorway, just as his toes curled into the bedsheets and the coil of pleasure snapped. “Dabi!” he cried in surprise, although it tapered off into a filthy moan as his orgasm thundered through him. “Dabi, Dabi, Dabi…” he whined, grinding his hips down as white splashed over his front. “Fuck, Dabi…”
He bit his lip again, legs losing all strength as his peak drifted away, leaving him with a dildo buried to the hilt in his ass and Dabi staring at him with blown pupils and undeniably tented jeans.
Hawks laughed breathily, too fucked out to be awkward. “Hey, Dabi,” he slurred, still drunk with pleasure.
He watched Dabi’s throat bob as he swallowed roughly. “It, uh, looks like you’re busy,” Dabi said tightly, voice coarse. “So I’ll just go.” He left before Hawks had a chance to respond.
Hawks chuckled to himself, too sated to feel frustration. At least Dabi wasn’t the only one with jerk-off material, because that was the best fucking orgasm he’d ever had.
Dabi’s teeth sunk deeper into his arm as his hips bucked up into his hand. He’d barely been able to make it back down the fire escape before the burning pressure in his jeans became too much, and he was jerking off like a creep in the alley behind Hawks’ apartment building. (It was better than walking back into the base twenty minutes earlier than expected with a raging erection, at least)
Yeah, sure, maybe he’d imagined Hawks riding his dick when he jerked off once or twice (a few dozen times, if he was being honest and excluding the blow job fantasies), but seeing the actual thing right before his eyes, in lingerie he hadn’t even imagined Hawks potentially owning-
He let out a muffled curse and bit down harder, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned back against the wall as the scene he’d walked in on played on loop in his mind. Hawks’ eyes snapping open and looking at him with a haze of lust, screaming his name as he violently orgasmed. Bright red wings spasmed and flapped outwards jerkily, majestic with the moonlight streaming in through the window at his back.
Hawks, looking at him with sex-drunk eyes and slurring his name out as if he weren’t glistening with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks, hips still grinding down on the toy as his dick wept a few last drops of cum-
Dabi’s canines broke through the scar tissue on his arm as he came with a muffled grunt, cum splattering over his hand and the pavement below.
He pulled his arm away from his mouth, watching in morbid fascination as a few drops of blood welled to the surface, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Dabi groaned, thanking his luck that he didn’t get caught, which would be a frankly mortifying way to go.
He wiped his hand off on a section of his jeans hidden by his coat and tucked himself back into his pants, tightening his belt back up with irritation. Fuck Hawks for being so fucking pretty and so fucking uninterested.
Dabi mentally wondered how to best murder Hawks’ boyfriend without the hero noticing.
“An’ d’you,” Hawks hiccuped. “D’you wanna know what he said?”
“Mm,” Rumi responded absently, sipping her whisky as her eyes followed a cute brunette across the bar. “What did he say?”
“He said ‘It looks like you’re busy, so I’ll jus’ go.’” Hawks slammed his head on the table with an ugly sobbing sound, thumping his fist on the wooden surface angrily. “I fuckin’ cummed callin’ his name, an’ he just fuckin’ leaves.”
Rumi snorted whisky through her nose.
Dabi’s mind froze when Hawks dropped himself into his lap instead of into a chair. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Hawks squirmed, trying to get comfortable, and—yep, that was his dick, god fucking damnit. “It’s cold, you’re warm, easy solution, right?” Hawks shifted again, and Dabi felt his dick begin to swell because the fucking traitor seemed to think it was getting a lap dance. Hawks looped an arm around Dabi’s shoulder, wiggling in such a way snuck him a little deeper between Dabi’s thighs, and Dabi already knew he wasn’t going to remember jack shit from the meeting even before Shigaraki started talking.
Hawks couldn’t seem to get comfortable, squirming in Dabi’s lap and not seeming to notice the boner that was rubbing against his ass each time he moved. Dabi sat there, frozen, gripping the arms of his chair tight enough that the wood creaked. Hawks eventually huffed and turned so that his back was to Dabi’s chest; he was straddling Dabi’s lap, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table.
It was then that Dabi made the mistake of glancing down, seeing his tented pants pressed firmly against Hawks’ ass. The image of Hawks moaning and whimpering his name on that toy, looking at Dabi and gasping his name as cum shot onto his abs came back to his mind unbidden, and he could fucking see his dick twitch in his pants.
He gripped the chair a little tighter as he forced himself to look up at the ceiling.
He had to bite his lip to keep himself quiet as Hawks’ hips started rocking slightly, rolling against Dabi’s dick in an absolutely divine way, and Dabi silently hoped that he wasn’t going to be made to bust a nut in his pants thanks to Hawks’ unintentional lap dance. How had the other man not noticed yet? Hawks was so fucking oblivious, but if he wasn’t going to do anything, Dabi was going to take what little he could get.
Hawks was going to be the death of him, but at least he would die happy.
Dabi could smell the chair beginning to smoke and smolder underneath his hands as he clenched his jaw tighter and tighter to keep himself from making a noise as Hawks’ movements became rougher and more insistent. He could shove Hawks off his lap easily, it wouldn’t be out of character, but that selfish part of his mind wanted to slam Hawks over the meeting table and fuck into him regardless of the people watching. Silently enduring an accidental lap dance and having his wishes of leaving the meeting with non-sticky boxers being crushed seemed like a good middle ground.
Dabi could feel the steam escaping his mouth when Hawks next pressed down, and he could feel his balls drawing up as he edged closer and closer to cumming with each roll of Hawks’ hips-
“Hawks, give Dabi a lap dance later, we’re in a fucking meeting, you sluts,” Shigaraki cut in with a growl.
Hawks stood up as soon as Shigaraki finished speaking, and Dabi gasped at the sudden loss of stimulation. “Yep, sorry, boss,” the hero said, plopping himself into the empty seat next to Dabi.
Dabi supposed he was relieved. On one hand, he wasn’t about to cum harder than he had in his entire life in front of Shigaraki, of all fucking people, on the other, the urge to pull Hawks back and grind into him like a body pillow was immense.
“Hey,” Hawks whispered as Shigaraki began talking again. Dabi braced himself, curling his fingers into the charred armrests of his chair, before he looked at Hawks. “Come over to my place tonight, I got something for you.”
Dabi, distinctly able to remember what happened the last time he went to Hawks’ apartment, nodded stiffly and excused himself to go to the bathroom and take care of the problem that the oblivious idiot had left him with.
Dabi wheezed as the air was slammed out his lungs, Hawks having pinned him to the wall of his apartment. “Hawks, what the fuck-”
“Shut up,” Hawks said with a huff of annoyance, proceeding to shove his hand down Dabi’s jeans and-
Oh.
Dabi threw his head back with a thump as his head hit the wall. His hips bucked into Hawks’ hand, cock quickly stiffening. Hawks threaded his thumb through the ring at the head of his dick and tugged. Dabi gave a long, choked moan. He was already beginning to pant through his mouth as he glanced at Hawks’ face, the hero looking at him with a self-satisfied smile. “Feel good?”
Dabi nodded numbly as a heated flush rose to his face. “Hawks,” he began, briefly cutting himself off with a whine, “what are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” Hawks repeated with an amused undertone, wrestling Dabi’s belt off and shoving his jeans down, other hand continuing to stroke his cock all the while. The hero lowered himself to his knees, maintaining eye contact all the while as he nuzzled Dabi’s dick against his cheek. “I’m going to suck your dick,” he said, flicking his tongue out to wipe the beads of precum off the swollen head. “And then you’re gonna lay pretty in my bed while I ride your cock, then we’re going to sleep, then we’re fucking all day tomorrow. If I can still walk tomorrow night, you’re getting an express ticket to the Atlantic Ocean. Understood?”
Dabi opened his mouth to respond, although the sound came out as more of an aborted choking noise as Hawks took his cock in his mouth, lowering himself until Dabi was in his throat and desperately pulling at Hawks’ hair as he tried to not fucking bust it right then and there.
Hawks collapsed on top of Dabi in a boneless, extremely satisfied heap. God, that had been so worth every single confused response Dabi had given him in the previous four months. He could already feel the ache settling in his hips. He wasn’t going to be able to sit the next day, and he was going to enjoy it. Hawks smiled to himself as Dabi’s chest heaved below him, the villain struggling to catch his breath with Hawks sprawled on top of him.
“I, uh,” Dabi started, finally breaking the silence after a few minutes. Hawks hummed in sleepy acknowledgment, taking a visceral, primal sort of pleasure as he felt Dabi’s cum slowly begin to drip out of him. “I’m not exactly complaining, but what the hell brought this on?”
Hawks blinked up at him blearily. “I wanted to fuck you. Is that still not clear?”
“It feels a little sudden-”
“Dabi,” Hawks said, cutting the arsonist off as he propped himself up to lean over Dabi’s face. Dabi’s cheeks were flushed and he watched Hawks with wide eyes. “You remember that time you walked in on me getting off, yeah?”
Dabi winced. “Listen, I didn’t mean to-”
“No, no, I was happy you did.” Dabi shit his mouth with a click, and Hawks gave him a sultry little smile as his voice lowered into a purr. “I was thinking about you, y’know? I wanted you to see me like that, dressed up in pretty red lace just for you, thinking about your cock splitting me open and fucking into me like I was your toy. An’ then you showed up, and I came with your name on my tongue, and it was the best orgasm I ever had in my entire fucking life.” Hawks smirked down as Dabi’s breathing picked up again, twirling a strand of black hair between his fingers. “Well, until tonight, that is.”
Dabi gave more of a strangled noise than words in response as Hawks rolled his hips down, dick slowly stiffening again under his ministrations.
“‘M not gonna complain about having that dick in me again if I gotta prove my point.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Dabi asked breathlessly, though it didn’t seem to be much of a concern to his morals if the returning upward grind was any indication.
“I haven’t had a boyfriend this entire time, dipshit.” Hawks ground down harder and Dabi moaned. “I have been trying to get you to be my boyfriend, or at the very least fuck me, for the last four months.”
Dabi blinked at him, taking several moments before comprehension dawned across his face. “Oh.” His eyes widened. “Oh.”
Hawks raised his eyebrows. “You gonna sit there and think about what a dumbass you are or am I gonna cum again?” Dabi paused, seeming to weigh his choices, and Hawks clicked his tongue in annoyance. He leaned down to whisper in Dabi’s ear. “Let me make this clearer. You go back to the base and think about your idiocy alone while I fuck myself stupid with some toys, or you fuck me stupid, tonight and every night after.”
He pulled back, and Dabi was looking at him with blown eyes. The arsonist licked his lips absentmindedly, and Hawks kissed him, shifting his hips so Dabi’s hard cock slid against his hole. A bit of clever movement later allowed Hawks to catch the swollen head of Dabi’s dick on his rim, the hot and throbbing appendage popping back into him easily. Dabi threw his head back and hissed out a soft, “Fuck.”
Hawks smirked, clenching around the tip of Dabi’s cock and enjoying the dusty red color of the villain’s face. “How ‘bout it, sweetheart?”
A low growl escaped Dabi’s throat and hot hands grabbed Hawks’ hips. Blue eyes sharpened into something determined, and Hawks barely had time to register the acceleration of his heart before he was slammed back down. A cry ripped out of Hawks’ mouth as Dabi flipped them, barely reserving the presence of mind to tuck his wings and keep them from getting crushed. Dabi began jackhammering into Hawks, whose moans were shaky as the air kept being punched out of his chest.
“So,” Dabi panted above him, giving him a mean little smirk as he pounded Hawks’ prostate, “I guess we have lost time to make for, eh?”
Hawks sobbed through an orgasm fueled by overstimulation (fuck, was Dabi the kind of person to take longer to cum when overstimulated?), whimpering as teeth attacked his neck and handprints were burned into his waist.
Even if he was a little slow, at least Dabi had paid attention to the PowerPoint.
pidge(on)
hey i cant make it to the bar tonight
bun bun
???? why
pidge(on)
guess who finally took a hint
bun bun
omg
finally
please tell me it was fucking worth me suffering thru all ur gay pining
pidge(on)
lmao i’ve called out for the entire week cause i can’t move my legs and his hands are burned into my waist i’m so fucking happy
bun bun
burned?????
hawks babe pls tell me u didn’t fuck endeavor
pidge(on)
lmao fuck no does he seem like he has a pierced dick
no, my mans got 47 piercings on his face alone
bun bun
oh thank god
wait
hawks
please do not tell me ur fucking the one fire quirk person whos a worse option than endeavor
pidge(on)
can’t talk rn i got a dick calling my name
bun bun
don’t you fucking brush me off
hawks
hawks
hawks u little shit
pidge(on)
read 5:47pm
bun bun
HAWKS STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME TO RIDE A BURNT METAL DETECTOR NIGHTMARE U BITCH