#bottom hawks

you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.

soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.

why?

you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.

"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.

you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?

you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.

he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.

"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.

"w-what'd you say baby?"

"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.

you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.

you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.

he growled as you pulled away, cute.

"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"

you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.

when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?

He’d tried to be cocky at first, still playing the flirty card even as you slid between his legs, even as you lifted the toy in your hand and let him see the slick inside catching the light. He had raised a brow, smirked lazily, said something about being “spoiled rotten.” But you’d seen the way his breath caught the second the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of the sleeve.

Now?

Now, Keigo was a mess.

His thighs were trembling, his heels digging into the mattress, and his wings—those beautiful wings—were spread wide, half-draped over the bed and twitching with every slow, intentional stroke you gave him. You kept the toy snug around him, twisting it just the way he liked, watching how his lips parted and his head tipped back, a shaky moan caught at the base of his throat.

“F-Fuck, baby,” he gasped, voice high and cracking, hips jerking up before you pressed them back down with your palm. “Y-You—shit, you’re good at that…”

You just smiled and kept your rhythm steady. Dragged the toy up until just the head was inside, then sank it back down slow. Watched the muscles in his stomach jump. His wings fluttered again.

“You’re already so close,” you murmured, thumb tracing a lazy circle against the inside of his thigh. “What happened to that confidence, Keigo?”

He whined.

Whined.

Then tilted his face to the side like he was hiding the color burning in his cheeks.

You dipped in closer as you sat beside him, lips brushing his ear. “You love when I touch you like this, don’t you?” you whispered. “Look how perfect you are like this—such a good boy.”

His whole body twitched. His back arched. You felt it the second he almost lost control, tried to thrust up into the toy but couldn’t—your hand was still on his hips, holding him down, dictating the pace.

“Ngh—fuck, stop saying that,” he breathed, but his voice was thin, watery, soft like melted sugar. “Don’t—shit—don’t call me that, I can’t—”

“You can,” you crooned, curling the edge of your palm around the base of the toy as you twisted it again, grinding it just slightly. “You like being good for me. Look at you. Gorgeous, whimpering, so fucking desperate—and I haven’t even let you cum yet.”

His hands flew up, finally grabbing at your forearm like he needed to ground himself.

“Please,” he choked, head turning back to face you, golden eyes glassy and wide. “Please, I-I need it—fuck, I need you to say it again—please—”

You leaned over him, lips barely brushing his jaw as your free hand grazed over his chest, featherlight.

“You’re my good boy, Keigo,” you whispered.

And he broke.

You... were.... everything.... are... everything.

Hawks... Keigo... never thought he could have this after the wars, when everything was said and done. He was lucky to have his life and to be able to try and make a change again, no matter how painful the loss of his quirk was. You are a bright, shining light in his life, helping chase the endless ache away.

You are inspiration. You are warmth. You are steadfast bravery, the calm in the storm, and most importantly, you are kindness.

Keigo met you for the first time when you had gone to his first town hall he held as HPSC President to ask for needs and ideas from the community. You had created a proposal for better and safer schools that catered to students of all needs from volatile quirks to heteromorphs to the quirkless. You ended your speech with a final note of how everyone deserves a safe and quality education where they are not shunned or discriminated against, and he felt a bit of hope for the first time in a long time and was completely intrigued by you.

He came to find out as the two of you grew closer while working on the proposal, that you were a teacher, one that had been terrified not for her life during the war, but how your students would be affected. Students whose futures you wanted to protect just like him. Even now you worked tirelessly to make sure your students not only learned, but also that they became their best selves and felt safe enough to trust you with their deepest problems. It was draining but rewarding, and he had to wonder, who took care of you?

So he took it upon himself when he could, to visit you during lunch or after school with a meal, an ear for listening, a shoulder to cry on, and you rewarded him with something he's never had, a home.

Sure, he's only been living with you for a month in your quaint little abode that was conveniently half way between the office and your school. He couldn't believe he could wake up to soft kisses and birds chirping outside, the world at peace, as you lightly sang and watered your plants.

Your quirk, Nightingale, and the nickname you let him call you, allowed you to draw out potential through song. It worked to help your flowers bloom, your students on a bad day... and even helped him restart the beginnings of a quirk awakening. His wings were small, no bigger than a cardinal's but they were his, and they were a comfort when the days were too long.

They were precious, yes, but you were even more precious.

And when he found the box hidden under your bed, he knew how he wanted to show his appreciation.

ˋˏ-༻❁༺-ˎˊ

You let out a sigh of relief as you unlocked the door to your house and smelled your favorite foods cooking. You had hoped that he would be here after the long day you had but understood he was always heavily needed at the HPSC. You tried not to let him drown in paperwork and he did the same for you, the two of you dragging each other to the couch for much needed cuddles and relaxation.

You entered the kitchen as he was carefully plating the food that smelled mouthwatering delicious and smiled. You loved tasting all the food he made on his culinary journey, especially since you weren’t the best in the kitchen and were often too tired to cook for yourself or even see the point of it.

“I’m home.” You softly announced stepping into his arms and finally relaxing as he held you close to his chest, burying his nose in your hair and squeezing you tight.

“Welcome home.” He murmured and you nuzzled a bit into his chest, indulging yourself for a moment before pulling back.

“This looks and smells amazing. Just what I need.” You said as the two of you carried your plates over to the dining room table, moving in close to one another.

“Rough day?” Hawks asked, always wavering between his two names.

In your more tender and intimate moments, he preferred Keigo and you felt honored you could see him so vulnerable, after all he has done for you and Japan. That you could take care of him, the way he takes care of you. You never thought your speech would lead you here, but you were glad it did.

You hummed before letting out a tiny moan and wiggle in your seat as you took your first bite.

“Fuck. I could blow you right now for this.” You muttered to yourself in pleasure as you dug in, Hawks laughing.

“Perhaps later, there’s something I’d like to try anyway. But first, I want to know more about your day.” Hawks said, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand with an endearing smile, wrapping his ankle around yours.

You were curious but nodded, you had a request to make of him anyway.

“I want to hear about your day as well and this idea of yours but for now… if I give you the list of streets that could use more patrols, can you…” You trailed off as his eyes sharpened and he nodded.

“Of course. Your students are having trouble again?” Hawks asked and you nodded, stomach tight with concern.

“It’s not just to and from school. It’s around their homes now. People testing what they can and can’t get away with under the reforms. It was hard enough with so few schools being able to reopen after the wars and functioning at overcapacity and the housing situations aren’t the best with all of the rebuilding… I just want my kids to be kids, you know? Not have to worry about things like that.” You said and Hawks kissed your temple.

You played so many different roles for your students. You just wanted to make all of your lives a little easier and to bring back the joy, whimsy, and humor they once had, instead of just survival.

“Thank you for telling me. I am happy you won’t let this sort of thing be overlooked. I will create new routes encompassing them right away and arrange for a press conference reiterating how we all must work together to rebuild and what consequences there may be for those intent on ruining that.” Hawks said and you smiled, turning and kissing him, filled with love.

“You are making a bright future for us all. Tell me of your day.” You said and he gave you a quick peck in return.

“So aren’t you, you’re the one shaping young minds. My day wasn’t bad, a bit of the usual. Mera kicked me out of the office early so I thought we could do something special tonight. Something fun that might distract you?” Hawks said as the two of you finished and brought your dishes to the sink, Hawks rubbing your hips and looking at you earnestly.

You brought your arms around his neck and kissed his chin.

“That sounds so nice, actually. What did you have in mind?” You asked and he fidgeted for a moment, his tiny wings stretching out, the tips just barely peeking past his back.

“I… found your box under your bed. I was wondering if you could peg me?” Hawks said, golden eyes glittering. You blinked. You weren’t expecting that. It’s not as if you made your toy box a secret and you certainly wouldn’t say no, but..

“I would love to, but why?” You asked, stroking his scarred cheek. You knew he had a deep desire to please and wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing this because he thought he needed to.

He exhaled softly, kissing your hand and holding it before pressing his forehead to yours.

“I know what you are thinking. I do want to do something nice and fun for you as stress relief, but I think I will really enjoy the intimacy, and letting you take care of me too.” He said and you kissed him, holding him close.

“Alright.” You said in a breathless, excited voice, your heart full with how much you adored this man.

He grinned and the two of you traded kisses as you walked back to the bedroom, discarding your clothes along the way.

You sat naked in his lap, grinding your swollen and wet clit against his toned thigh and moaning at the friction as he placed hot kisses on your neck.

“How do you want to start, My Love?” You asked, carding your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp as he sighed in contentment.

“However you think. I just have two requests. One, I want to see your face at all times and two I get to put my mouth on you.” Hawks said and you smiled, peppering kisses all over his face.

You knew how he felt about his back. The scars. The trauma he still carries from those fights. How long he went without his wings. He had only just started letting you put a special cream on his back and sing while activating your quirk just recently. There was still so much he kept to himself, too used to shouldering everything on his own, and you treasured how little by little he was opening himself up to you.

As for the second request, well, he certainly could use his mouth for more than just smooth talking.

You stood, ignoring how you throbbed with excitement, your pussy already clenching and your thighs sticky, grabbing your box of toys from underneath the bed. You pulled out your strapless purple vibrating strapon and a custom purple lace panty with a reinforced hole to help make the strapon more secure, as well as a bottle of lubricant, putting them on the bed and crawling over to kiss Hawks, gently pushing him down. He went down easily, giving you a soft smile when you put your softest pillow behind his shoulder to cushion his small winglets and another under his lower back. You kissed him, simply enjoying being in his embrace as all your cares melted away temporarily. This you could do here and now and bring each other pleasure and satisfaction.

“I know you want to see my face, but I also promised you a blowjob for dinner. Two birds, one stone?” You said wiggling your eyebrows as he snorted.

“How about no stones, but mind blowing orgasms, my beloved Nightingale?” Hawks said and you grinned, feeling a pleasant tingle and warmth at the endearment before swinging your legs over his head and facing his cock.

You pressed a kiss to the leaking head, stroking it gently as he moaned and panted against your pussy. You swallowed his cockhead, giving a muffled moan as he spread you, flicking his tongue against your clit before delving into your hole, applying the perfect amount of pressure and letting out happy little sounds, the vibrations making you tremble as you tried your best to bob up and down on his cock. You sucked hard, deepthroating him as you ground your pussy against his mouth and fumbled for the lube, drizzling some on your fingers. You pulled off of his cock, panting and moaning as you swiveled against his tongue, pressing a slicked finger at his rim.

“Okay?” You whispered in a hoarse voice as he nodded against your cunt, his groans turning even more excited and enthused.

“Only if you come for me first. Come on Sweetheart, I’ve got you. That’s a good girl.” Hawks… no… Keigo encouraged, one hand grabbing your hip to guide you faster on his face as he slipped in two fingers and crooked them, causing you to whine and moan, dizzy with the pleasure and praise. You rode him desperately as his tongue and fingers worked you until you were coming with a loud cry, writhing against him. He gently worked you through it as the waves of pleasure crashed over you until you lifted off of him and he withdrew his fingers, pressing a kiss to your clit. You turned around to see his satisfied smile and beautiful golden eyes, wiping his shining lips before kissing him and sliding down his body, scattering kisses.

“You’re so good, Keigo. My Keigo. Beautiful boy. My hero.” You praised as he squirmed a bit. You reached his cock once more, sucking it in and looking up at Keigo as you slid a finger gently into him. He showed no indication of discomfort, but you knew he wouldn’t, too used to pain.

Still, you took your time stretching him, only adding other fingers when you were sure he could take it, sucking on his cock to distract him until you found that spot deep inside of him that had him crying out in surprise, gasping. It had taken you so long to encourage him to be loud and vocal and here you were rewarded with a beautiful sight and sounds as he moaned, grinding down against your fingers when you added a third.

“I’m… wait, wait, wait.” He said frantically and you immediately, but gently pulled off and out. He panted and gave you a lopsided grin.

“Sorry, I just want to come with you in me. I want to have you even more near me.” Keigo said and you smiled in understanding, kissing his inner thigh before grabbing the strapless strapon. You moaned, inserting one end into yourself and clenching around it before sliding on the panties to keep it more snug against you, feeding the other end that was to go into your lover through the hole. You stroked lubricant down the shaft as Keigo watched and you smiled when you could hear his wings rustling.

You guided it to his hole, looking into his eyes as they softened and he nodded. You pressed in slowly until your hips were against the backs of his thighs. You pressed his legs up a bit so you could lean over him and kiss him, withdrawing slightly to press back in, watching his cock leak against his stomach. His mouth opened in a moan as he clung to you and you groaned.

“Fuck. You’re incredible. Can’t believe I get to have you.” You whispered to him, the strapon rubbing against your clit with the thrusts as your pussy clenched down on the end inside you.

“Hey, those are my lines.” Keigo teased, eyes shimmering as he held you close, his cock trapped between the two of you as you thrust in and out of him, angling your hips to hit his spot. You kissed him in reply, hoping he could feel the love as you stroked him and cupped his face. He gave a low warble looking at you with wide eyes before suddenly clinging to you, his cock jerking in your hand and spurting down your wrist. You kissed his cheek hard as you felt your own orgasm take you from the friction, trembling in his hold before collapsing on his chest as he stroked your back.

The two of you lay there, relishing in each other’s warmth and hold before you moved slightly to pull the strapon out and discard your panties.

“New idea. Bubble bath and then we cuddle and finish watching that show?” Keigo whispered tenderly and you smiled.

You could face anything with the best stress relief and hero by your side.

Together, you would ensure a brighter tomorrow.

The collar that fit perfectly around his neck, the lead that was attached to it, right onto your hand. The dark pink blush spread against his cheeks, on his knees just for you like a cute little pup.

"Awh, my sweet boy. Don't you just look perfect like that." You said as Keigo smiled embarrassingly, all naked and exposed just for you, on his knees. His hard cock evidently on display, just for you to see.

He placed his hand on your trouser leg, soundlessly asking you to take them off. You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, you asked with a teasing tone

"You want me to take them off? Tell me why. Go on my pup. Why would you like me to take them off?" You stroke his hair lightly, waiting for his delayed response

"I wanna see you...master." he finally whispered quietly. You grabbed his pink cheeks and forced him too look at you.

"I didn't hear that pup. Speak up" You said, erection bulging through your trousers at the sheer cuteness of your husband.

"I want to see you master!" He shouted, eyes tight shut and blushing.

You let go of Keigo's face and leaned back in your chair snd replied with "Go on. You do it. Youve been a good pup for me." Keigo hesitated, not beaucse he didn't want to do it, but because he was embarrassed.

Though he just couldn't get enought of you so he unzipped your trousers, maintaining eye contact with his beautiful golden eyes. He pulled them down and cutely put them to the side.

Your throbbing cock expanded, threatening to tear through the fabric of your boxers, you bit your lip as Keigo pulled them down. Now discarded, keigo could fully see the prettiness in your dick.

The thickness nd the length of it made Keigo gulp, he wanted it so badly. Let alone how the lighting struck the tip of your cock, displaying the glistening pre-cum that littered your tip.

Or the two large veins on either side, that went all the way up to your red tip, angry and leaky.

"You wanna suck it pup?" You teasingly asked Keigo, he bit his lip and nodded. You nodded in approval as he came closer to your cock, breath against your tip.

As soon as his wet mouth connected with your tip, your heart fluttered and a tingly sensation went shooting through your veins.

"Shit.." You graoned as his mouth descended on your dick, your hand went straight for his hair, slowly running your hand through his golden locks as you whispered to him

"Just like that pup~feels so good~" you groan, slowly guiding his head up and down your cock, careful not to choke him from the pleasure.

"Driving me wild pup~" You moaned as your toes curled, you felt his cheeks hollow on your cock, your head shot up. That was new and it felt good.

A good few more minutes of this, you were almost at the edge but you couldn't leave Keigo without an orgasm after he'd been such a good boy.

You gently guided him off of your cock, his pupils blown wide and his mouth salivating at your length.

"Come ride me pup, you've been such a good boy for me. So proud of you." You praised him, his eyes went wide and he smiled.

"Are you sure master?" He asked and you patted your lap, nonverbally telling him yes. He climbed up on top of your lap, his tight ass hovering over your hard cock.

"Prep or no prep, pup" You ask him, even thought you wanted to slam right into him, his comfort was always your priority.

"No prep." He softy moaned, your chuckled and slowly lowered him down on your cock.

The sharp intake of his breath, told you that he was enjoying it. You slowly guided him all the way down on your cock and his eyes immediately went back into his head, you kissed his neck, as he placed two firm hands on your shoulders.

"It's okay, pup. Take your time. I've got you, tale your time to enjoy my cock." You softy told him and he bounced up and down your cock.

Your eyes locked as he moaned and moaned, your left hand went down the his chest playing with his nipples.

"Agh~~mm~fuck~please" Keigo moaned as he kept riding you, your cock twitching inside his tight, sweet hole.

"Your doing so well for me~ keep....keep bouncing like that. Your gonna make master cum." You moaned as you sucked on his neck, leaving a purplish bruise on his neck.

His back arched as your left hand went lower and started jacking his cock slowly. "Gonna~~cum~~please."

"Yeah~~that's a good boy. Cum for master." You groaned deeply, your own cock starting to feel ready to cum.

You grabbed his ass with both of your hands and slammed him and down your cock, your balls tightening with every movement. He shook with pleasure as he felt your cock repeatedly slam right onto his prostate.

You felt his muscles contract as he screamed out your name in ecstacy, a bunch of incoherent nonsense spewed out of his mouth. A few ropes of thick cum shooting out of his cock. His eyes when straight to the back of his head once again when you continued to pound relentlessly into him, even after he rode out his orgasm.

"Just~a~ little more pup~~" You moaned, your toes curled, your cock was so close to cumming. All you could hear was his blabbering of words to keep going, though he was barely conscious.

With one final thrust, you finally let go of his ass while, you body gave out and you came right inside him, slowly riding out your orgasm inside him.

You finally pulled out your soft cock from inside him and let him regain himself after a minute or two.

You quickly unclipped the leash and collar from his neck, putting it to the side and lovingly stroking Keigos hair.

You gently place him on a chair while you go and get a cup of water for your poor husbands throat.

You give it to him and gently make him take sips, his naked body still twitching a bit. You placed the water down and looked at his almost sleeping figure.

"Let's go for a bath yeah?" You ask him and he nodded his head, you picked up your birdie boy and carried him to the bathroom.

While you ran a bath for the two of you, Keigo finally regained his composure and said while yawning "Damn, you really put me through the ringer tonight. What time even is it?"

"Acting so normal after like I wasn't up in your guts a second ago." You laughed then filled the warm bath with soap and water.

"Get in babe, I'm so tired." You say before he walked over to the bathtub and nearly fell in the process, his legs too sore to walk. He galred at you and said "You didn't need to go that hard."

"Sorry babe..." You say before helping into the bathtub and getting in yourself.

From there you chatted with Keigo about what he liked n what he didn't, you massaged his sore spots, and you guys had a great time ordering fast food for dinner and after that just passing out in bed from exhaustion.

A/N: Thanks for reading, thanks for waiting for me during my break. I appreciate you all. Love you 💗💗

Make sure to drink water and eat some food

You deserve it <33

Have a Fantastic Day/Night

23:14 Pm. Zyler signing out

He twisted over the parquet floor, hand slowing but not stopping. “Dabi?”

“Sorry,” Dabi said softly, boots crunching over the glass below the window, “I came as fast as I could, but I guess ten minutes is still a long time for an omega in heat. Especially you.”

Boots hit the floor, then a thump of fabric. Beside Hawks there was a shaky breath, then a hand in his hair, gently pushing it back from his forehead.

“Can I get you off the floor?”

“Please,” Hawks whined, curling toward Dabi and reaching for his hand. “I need to cum. Please.”

“You will.” Dabi slipped his arms under Hawks and cradled him as he stood. The heat of Dabi’s body, the faint scent, it was nowhere near enough for Hawks but soothing all the same. “Can you lift your wings a little for me first? I don’t want to drag them through the glass.”

Hawks complied. Anything to get to bed. To get Dabi on him, in him, scent and skin.

He nuzzled closer as Dabi peeked into one bedroom, then the next. “No nest?”

Any other day, shame would have spread under Dabi’s observation. Today though, there was room for nothing but need. Fisting Dabi’s threadbare tank top, Hawks again whined at the empty ache between his legs. It terrified him, how badly he craved Dabi. It exhilarated him.

Hawks’ back hit something soft, his wings flared over silk sheets. The low timber of Dabi saying something, laughing even, reached Hawks on some level - like background music he couldn’t quite place the lyrics to. It was comforting all the same, and the only reason he’d yet to tear the rest of their clothes off and take what he needed.

Vaguely aware of his own limbs, he felt his feet freed, then his legs. Cool air against Hawks’ slick damp thighs pebbled his skin.

“You smell incredible, you know that?” Dabi’s voice came from behind now as Hawks was sat up, his coat carefully pulled over his wings. “You’re such a good omega for me,” he praised as he removed Hawks’ compression shirt to leave him bare.

This slow show of care was as tender as it was torturous. “Dabi, please,” Hawks begged now, “I need you.”

“I know what you need.” Dabi was back in front of Hawks, dropping to his knees between Hawks’ legs. “I’ll take care of you, ok?”

Hawks had barely opened his mouth when a warm breath ghosted over his cock, and Dabi took him entirely in his mouth.

“D-Dabi!” Hawks gasped, his hips bucked up. “Wh- what are you doing?”

Dabi pulled off with a pop, blue eyes flickering with mischief. “Pleasing my omega.”

Hawks didn’t have a chance to protest, to tell Dabi exactly what it was he needed, before he was back in the hot, wet heat of Dabi’s mouth.

Pleasure pooled in his belly. His hands held the edge of the bed as he fell back, wings flared wide.

“I-I need,” Hawks tipped his head back. “Dabi, I need mo- ah!”

Holy shit Dabi’s tongue was long.

Hawks knew male omega weren’t large, but still, it should have been impossible for anyone’s tongue to lay tip to base and then some.

A jolt of pleasure zipped from cock to core.

But it still wasn’t enough.

“More.” He reached for Dabi’s hand. “That’s not enough, I need more. I need you.” He emphasized the last word.

Chuckling when he pulled off, again, Dabi motioned for Hawks to scoot up the bed to crawl on. “Impatient, are we?” Dabi pulled his tank top off, tossed it aside. Hawks’ stomach dropped as he watched the staples separating healthy and scarred skin pull tight with Dabi’s every move. “Dabi… your scars-“

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me.” Dabi unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and kicked them away, but notably left his boxers on.

Hawks shook his head, not too far gone yet for concern to give him some clarity back, especially when he caught patches of angry red, traces of dried blood. Quietly, he asked, “does it hurt?”

Dropping to lay beside Hawks, Dabi shrugged. “Not a lot of nerve endings left there, pretty bird.” His finger trailed the groove of muscles down Hawks’ stomach. “And even if there were, it wouldn’t stop me from taking care of you.”

“But-“

“I thought you needed more,” he teased.

Something like a groan escaped the back of Hawks’ throat. Worry and want warped into a mess he couldn’t make sense of.

But Dabi could. Somehow.

Dabi’s fingers slid lower, past Hawks’ neglected cock, between his thighs. “So wet,” he breathed, body radiating heat beside Hawks.

“Dabi.”

“I know, I know.” Feather light, Dabi dragged his fingers back up, lubricating them with slick before he took over Hawks’ piss poor attempt at jerking off.

A moan slipped through Hawks’ lips as he curled in towards Dabi, desperate for more. “It’s not enough. I tried.”

“Well, now your alpha’s going to try.” Dabi pressed his lips to the scent gland on Hawks’ neck. “You’re going to cum this way first, and then, we’re going to talk.”

“Talk?” Hawks whined.

“Mhmm.”

Hawks was about to protest, to beg, plead, cry if that’s what it took, when Dabi twisted his wrist just right, dragged the scarred skin of his palm over the sensitive tip of Hawks’ cock and back down. The friction fueled the fire in Hawks’ gut.

“Fuck!”

“That it.” Dabi’s voice was a low rumble of power as he whispered, “cum for me, pretty bird.”

Dabi pulled Hawks closer, stroked faster, just on the rough side of pleasure. Something Hawks didn’t even know he liked until now. He kissed around Hawks’ scent gland until his teeth found the faint scar of his mating mark and rested gently on the skin.

“Fu- Dabi,” Hawks dug his fingers into Dabi’s shoulders, “I’m close.”

Another twist; a throb of pleasure right up to Hawks’ core. Dabi shifted on the bed, angled himself to sling a leg between Hawks’ and pressed their thigh glands together. Juniper and woodsmoke enveloped Hawks, amplified the molten need in his core, left room for nothing else.

“Cum for me,” Dabi said again, a command this time, but soft and inviting. Calling to the climax cresting in Hawks, coaxing it higher, and higher, and-

Hawks buried his face in Dabi’s chest, thrust into his fist, and came so hard there was nothing for him but pure, white bliss.

Cradled in Dabi’s arms, the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through Hawks’ body for longer than he cared to keep track of. Yet, it was still over far too quickly.

Bliss faded slowly, giving way to a clearer head now that his immediate need had been met. It wouldn’t last long, he knew. That voice was still present in his mind, and only slightly further back from his focus now, urging him to beg his alpha for more, reminding him he was far too empty. But it wasn’t louder than his growing worry over Dabi’s words.

Hawks leaned back slowly, and Dabi took that as his cue to roll to the side. It wasn’t far, still skin to skin, but Hawks still had to stifle a whine at the loss of heat. Of connection.

He followed, rolling to his side to look at Dabi and trying to figure out how to approach everything they needed to discuss in such a small window of clarity. The first orgasm of his heat may lend Hawks ten, maybe twenty minutes of clarity, but it was also like opening the floodgates and waiting for the tide to surge back in. He took a slow breath, braced himself for the things he needed to admit, and parted his lips.

“I know we don’t have a lot of time,” Dabi said softly before Hawks could speak. “But we need to talk first.” He brushed a lock of hair back from Hawks’ forehead.

Hawks nodded. “I’m sorry, I meant to come back after my call and explain everything about me and why we met and why I was pretending to be an alpha, but-“

Dabi pressed a finger to Hawks’ lips. “Not sure we have that much time.” He smiled, one of those rare, soft ones Hawks had come to covet over the last couple weeks.

“I need to know what you want from me.”

Hawks propped himself up on an elbow, adjusted his wings to drape over the edge of the bed behind. “What?”

“During your heat,” Dabi said, “what exactly do you want from me.”

Warmth flooded Hawks’ cheeks. “The, uh, normal stuff. Ya know?”

Dabi chuckled and shook his head. “No, I don’t. I want you to tell me what you want. What have” - his jaw flexed - “what have past partners done for you. What did you like or dislike?”

Guilt reared its ugly head in Hawks’ thoughts. Why… why did Dabi have to be so damn perfect when Hawks was anything but?

Hawks sighed and looked out the window past the slope of Dabi’s body. “I don’t really have anything specific. They just… spent heat with me, did what every omega needs.” He shrugged and forced himself to meet Dabi’s gaze. “Do you need to know more than that?”

Dabi frowned. “I’m not some random beta, Hawks. I’m not even some random alpha. I’m your alpha.” He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t have shut this topic down when you brought it up.”

Unhappy with the new sliver of space between them, Hawks scooted closer. “What?”

“That first time I scented you, you asked about protection.” Dabi’s voice wavered on the last word. He cleared his throat. “I moved the conversation away from it because” - he turned his face to the window, but not before Hawks caught a flush on healthy skin - “well, because I’ve, uh, I’ve never-

“Are you a virgin?” Hawks blurted before he could catch himself. His hand flew to cover his mouth, but as always, the damage was done.

Dabi’s head spun back to face Hawks so fast it nearly gave Hawks whiplash. “Of course not.” He scoffed. “And that’s not what I was getting at.”

Hawks bristled. Prickly heat swept through his veins, stung his eyes. Back came instinct’s voice, louder now, urging him to plead with his alpha for pleasure. Unable to tell if that was his heat talking or his hurt, Hawks pushed it back and rolled over. “Oh.”

Dabi swore. “Hawks, that’s not-“

“It’s fine,” Hawks snapped, pulling his wings tight to his back. This was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Of course Dabi had been with others. Hell, Hawks himself wasn’t even a virgin.

It was just a touchy subject to broach laying naked in bed with his nerves already a live wire waiting to spark and his mind muddied with need and guilt and worry over his first heat with an alpha. With his alpha.

He felt the bed shift, and the heat of Dabi’s chest against his wings.

“I’m sorry,” Dabi said, breath tickling Hawks’ neck. “I know this isn’t really the time for that talk, but we’ve done this all out of order and I just…” His arm slipped over Hawks’ waist. “I’m not good at any of this.”

Hawks couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up. “That makes two of us.”

Dabi hummed. His thumb rubbed warm circles over the curve of Hawks’ hip. “What I was going to say, was that I’ve never been with an omega.”

“When they were in heat?”

Dabi’s nose swept back and forth across Hawks’ neck as he shook his head. “No, not with an omega ever. Not even in rut.”

Unable to resist, Hawks asked, “what did you do then?”

“I rode it out alone most of the time. A few times with a beta.” His hand slid to Hawks’ stomach and splayed wide and warm. “That’s not really the point though.”

“What is?” Hawks closed his eyes, melted into Dabi’s hold.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mhmmm.” Dabi warmed his hand, and for a beat something rumbled at the back of Hawks’ throat before he swallowed against it. “You wanted to talk about your heat, and I shied away from it because the thought of heat and… everything that comes with it terrified me.”

Dabi pulled Hawks a little closer, and amended, “terrifies, actually. It terrifies me.”

“Me too,” Hawks admitted, far more easily than he would have thought he could.

“But I wanted to try to do at least one thing right,” Dabi continued, voice dropping as he added, “not that I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve had you in my mouth and I have no idea what you really like. Hell, we haven’t even kissed yet and we both know where this is going to lead.”

Need throbbed low and insistent in his core. Was it wrong for Hawks to be a little turned on by how flustered Dabi sounded? Maybe that was the heat rolling back in, the haze creeping around the edge of his thoughts, the urge to seek more touch, more scent and skin from Dabi.

It would explain why the next words he blurted out were, “so kiss me then.”

Dabi was silent for a long moment, his body stone still until a low rumble of laughter vibrated through him into Hawks. “It’s that easy, huh?”

Hawks rolled to face Dabi. “None of this is easy, and I can’t tell you what I like because I have no idea.” He laid a hand on Dabi’s chest. “But I know I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’ve been dragged into this mess with me and have been nothing but understanding,” his voice cracked, “and it’s my fault everything’s wrong beca-“

The rest of his words were swallowed in Dabi’s kiss.

Hawks’ intent to explain things was quickly tossed aside in favor of their kiss. An easy decision, really; he hadn’t realized how badly he’d craved this until now.

A hand traveled down his back to the curve of his ass and pulled him closer as Dabi swiped his tongue over Hawks’ lips. Hawks opened, and despite their shared fumbling through this kind of intimacy, the kiss only intensified that wanting ache inside him. He needed Dabi, like he needed to feel the wind under his wings or the beat of Dabi’s heart as he lay on that damn cot so far from Hawks’ bed.

Dabi shifted them both, rolling Hawks onto his back slowly so he could adjust his wings.

Against his stomach, Hawks could feel how badly Dabi wanted this, and even like this, he could scent the desire that had to be consuming Dabi’s mind, but Dabi didn’t rush them. Hungry kisses turned into a softer exploration of Hawks’ neck, his collarbone, the sensitive space just below his ear. Holding his own want at bay, Dabi interlaced their fingers above Hawks’ head and nuzzled his scent gland.

Hawks couldn’t decide if he wanted to sob or surrender to his heat and let go.

“You’re okay,” Dabi whispered, “I’m gonna take care of you. Lemme just…” he kissed Hawks once more and rolled off.

The whine that left Hawks’ lips might have been embarrassing if he wasn’t already a mess of slick and sweat and near-tears.

And Dabi, the bastard, only laughed as he pulled his pants off the floor and dug into one of the pockets. “I’m getting there. Can’t forget this though.” He pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth as his freehand pulled off his boxers and tossed them aside.

Already halfway gone, Hawks’ mind emptied of everything but his own want and his alpha standing at the foot of the bed, bare and entirely capable of filling Hawks the way he needed and then some.

“Dabi,” he whined, past caring how pathetic he sounded.

Dabi rolled the condom on himself, and with an infuriating smirk that did nothing to soothe Hawks’ desire, climbed back on the bed. “I told you I’d take care of you. I meant that in every way.”

Hawks spread his legs, watched Dabi pull his lower lip between his teeth and guide himself through the slick to Hawks’ entrance, and stop.

Hawks might have whined again, or maybe pleaded, he couldn’t say. His body was on the verge of igniting, and there was little left of his rational mind. He tried to shift down closer to what he craved, but was stopped by Dabi’s hands holding him firmly in place.

Dabi’s lips moved, shaping around syllables that must have been concern given the furrow in his brow, but his words were lost in the roar of Hawks’ desire.

“Please, Dabi,” Hawks tried, “please I need you.”

A sigh, a small shake of the head and a smile, and then Dabi gave in.

Even this far gone, the difference between a beta and an alpha was obvious to Hawks, almost uncomfortably so at first. But Dabi seemed prepared for that, or maybe he was just that in tune with Hawks’ needs. He was slow, every thrust measured until Hawks’ discomfort turned into pleasure.

Whispering praises and sweet nothings like a prayer against Hawks’ skin, Dabi sank further in, moved faster, chased both of their release. One hand threaded through Hawks’ hair, smoothing it back, the other slipped under Hawks’ lower back to angle him closer, drive Dabi deeper.

High on Dabi’s scent and a sense of fulfillment Hawks had never once felt since he’d presented, he fisted the sheets. “Close, Dabi I’m close.”

“Can I knot you?” Dabi panted against Hawks’ neck, “please? I swear I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I’ve never- and you’re so-“

“Yes!” Hawks laughed, euphoric. Breathless as Dabi forced the air from his lungs with every snap of his hips, he pleaded, “please, yes.”

“Good omega,” Dabi said, “such a good omega for me.” His lips found Hawks’ scent gland, teased the area with feather light kisses before his teeth took over, sinking in just enough to add a bite of pain to Hawks’ pleasure. Dabi’s knot swelled, a pressure to rival the throbbing desire in Hawks’ core. Another thrust, a gasp of hot air against Hawks’ skin, and Hawks was driven to the edge, nails digging into Dabi’s shoulders.

“Cum with me pretty bird,” Dabi breathed, sounding utterly wrecked as he buried himself deep in Hawks and took them both over.

Hawks’ cry of ecstasy was swallowed by a kiss as Dabi’s knot locked him in place. He came, scent flooding Hawks and leaving behind nothing but rolling waves of pleasure and thoughts of

Dabi

Dabi

Dabi

as Hawks drifted off into the rapture of experiencing heat the way he was meant to for the first time, and the knowledge that he would never need to settle for less again.

~~~

Hawks first heat off suppressants and schedules was short but “ravenous”, as Dabi told him, more than once, when Hawks was lucid enough for conversation and food and water and the gentle cleaning in between it all that Dabi insisted Hawks not lift a finger or feather for.

It was nearly thirty-six hours spent being cared for in a way Hawks never imagined he could be.

But reality came crashing back in far too fast.

By the third day, Hawks up and active again, helping strip the sheets for the wash and dressing in sweats and a shirt Dabi had scented for him.

Hands loaded with sheets and pillowcases while Dabi was busy in the kitchen, Hawks toed open the closet doors to his laundry and sighed. Rational thought had the reins again and while he knew there were far more pressing things to worry about, he couldn’t stop himself from lamenting the need to wash his bedding. For the first time in his life, the sheets held his scent - citrus and fresh air and a new hint of cloves he’d never known his scent held before.

Hawks brought the bundle closer to his nose. Dabi’s scent was there under it all too, but rather than smothering Hawks’ like most alphas would, Dabi’s scent served only to sharpen Hawks’, to intensify it. It added, rather than took, and all Hawks could think then, was how fucking cruel it was for Dabi to be stuck with him of all the omega out there.

He shoved the sheets into the top loader, blinking against the heat in his eyes.

Dabi was a good guy, fuck, a great guy. He’d been gentle and caring and understanding with Hawks, even when he didn’t deserve it. The first person to call out the Commission’s way of raising him, Dabi had been the only one who’d pushed Hawks to see himself as more than a tool. He’d even made sure to bring goddam condoms, all because Hawks had mentioned it once.

The sheets caught on the agitator; Hawks tore them away with enough force to rip.

Villain or not, Dabi was good for Hawks. But the opposite wasn’t true, and it had never been more obvious.

Hawks wiped the corner of his eyes and tried to pull the now truly stuck sheet back out.

Dabi deserved so much better than an omega who’d only come to him as bait in a trap. He deserved someone who could offer him as much as he gave, someone who could help him achieve… whatever it was he wanted in life. Aside from murder, of course.

Selfishly, Hawks did want to be that person.

He took a slow breath, pretended not to see the little tear spots speckled across gray sheets, and untangled the bedding from the agitator slowly.

Maybe he could be. He had already made up his mind; he’d been ready to tell Dabi everything before that call for help and his heat had swept him away. There was no way he would let the Commission take Dabi now anyways, and it wasn’t because of the sex.

Well, it wasn’t just the sex, which was well worth every ache in his muscles today, and had only been made better when, in those moments of quiet post-sex clarity, Dabi had curled around Hawks like a human-sized heating pad and held him until his heat demanded more again.

The biggest reason though, was much simpler.

Hawks was going to save Dabi from the Commission’s fate because he wanted to.

For Dabi and for himself.

Pulling the ripped sheets out and chucking them in the trash, Hawks had just closed the washer and wiped the last of his frustration from the corner of his eyes, when warm arms wrapped around his middle, and a low voice rumbled against his wings. “What’s wrong?”

Hawks smiled, less irritated with Dabi’s ability to scent his mood than before, and leaned back. “Nothing now. I do need to talk to you though.”

Dabi’s head dropped to the curve of Hawks shoulder. “What about?”

“Me. Why I was looking for you. Why I was pretending to be an alpha. Why the Commission-“

The doorbell rang.

Hawks stiffened.

“Don’t worry, it’s just takeout.” Dabi kissed Hawks’ neck and let go. “You had like, nothing that wasn’t expired in the cupboards and I was craving soba.”

Hawks rolled his eyes and followed Dabi to the door. “I haven’t exactly been home to cook.”

“Can you cook?” Dabi teased, shooting a wink over his shoulder.

“… Yes?”

“Uh huh.” Dabi unlocked the deadbolt. “Well, let’s eat and then you can tell me what had you so upset and what I can do to help… and then we’ll discuss your potential culinary-“

The door exploded inward in a barrage of razor-sharp wooden shrapnel.

Hawks stumbled back, reacted too slowly. Shards whizzed by, shredding his arm closest to the door, lodging deep in the meat of his shoulder, his hip.

Pain came next, a hot iron shoved straight into his skin.

Then came adrenaline, smothering all else as his instincts finally kicked in. An army of feathers detached and shot to the door, only to be swallowed in a blaze of fire. He shouted to Dabi and met his gaze through the smoke. Rage burned bright in blue eyes. Dabi lifted a hand to the door, let loose a bolt of fire and launched himself towards Hawks.

A second explosion. This one from the windows behind.

But Hawks was ready this time. A feather yanked Dabi the rest of the way to Hawks’ side and his wings shielded them both from the spray of glass. He launched another volley of feathers at the window, but struck… nothing?

Who the hell was-

“Hawks, we need to go.” Swinging a hand in front of him, Dabi created a wall of fire between them and their attackers. “Now.”

“But-“

“Now!” Dabi roared, fisting Hawks’ shirt and pulling him back down the hall toward the bedrooms. Pops of exploding overhead lights followed them.

Dabi blasted his way through the bedroom door, met the third explosion. His body collided with Hawks, Hawks with the drywall behind. Stars burst in his vision.

Overwhelmed by the roar of fire, the crackle of electricity shorting and shattering glass, Hawks struggled to focus. He’d trained for this kind of attack on his input before, mastered the skill of shutting out everything but his target, but fresh off his heat and hardly expecting to be attacked in his own fucking home, that training came back frustratingly slow.

He sent another round of feathers into the room but lost them to a haze of pink rolling in from the gaping hole to his bedroom.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He shook Dabi, who sat eerily still beside him in the hall. “We need to go.”

Dabi didn’t respond.

“Dabi?” Hawks shook Dabi harder. Pain flayed his skin wide open from shoulder to fingertips every time the wood splinters scraped his nerves. “Dabi, come on, get up. We need to go, you’ve gotta wake-“

“Go where?”

Hawks froze.

No. No, no, no.

She couldn’t be here.

‪

The fire in the living space flickered out, and through the smoke stepped Madam, looking entirely at home in the wreckage of Hawks’ apartment. “Go on.” Security personnel formed a wall on either side of her. “I can only assume you mean go to Tartarus, that is your mission after all.” Madam President brushed the dust from her skirt. “This isn’t exactly how I thought you’d accomplish it, but results are results.” She nodded to one of the guards beside her. They pulled a pair of quirk-canceling cuffs from their belt. “You’ve done well, Hawks. It’s time to stand down.”

The guard advanced; a feather shot the cuffs out of his hand, sent them sliding through the debris littering the wood floors.

Dabi mumbled something unintelligible, but Hawks’ focus remained dead ahead.

“There’s no need for that,” Madam said far too calmly. “I know your emotions are high so soon after heat, but we can discuss the conjugal visits once you’ve calmed down.”

Hawks’ wings expanded to block Dabi, his feathers sharpened.

Sighing, Madam President turned to someone behind her. Hawks’ own pulse muffled their conversation.

Madam President turned back to him. “Your mission is officially over, Hawks. Stand down,” she ordered, like he was nothing but a dog refusing to give up its favorite toy.

Yet, all he could manage was a single sharp shake of his head.

Heat swelled at his back, aggravating his cuts, but instinct told him the bigger threat was still ahead, and there was no taking his eyes off it.

Something small was passed through the guards from back to front, a cartridge was loaded into their guns. It was now or never, Hawks needed to move. To act on his decision.

But his muscles remained locked in place.

“Last chance, Hawks.” The guns cocked. “Remember you’re still a hero, but only if you back down now.”

The warm hand laid flat against Hawks’ back was his trigger.

He fired first, taking down the front row of guards as he spun, hooked his arms under Dabi’s, and shot them through the mist. His wings snagged on the jagged edges of the hole in his bedroom wall as they tore away. Adrenaline dammed his pain out of reach.

Through his lost feathers, he heard Madam curse and call out to all available units in the area. The connection was severed abruptly.

But he didn’t have time to wonder why. If that pink mist was anything like last time, he had only seconds before pain would send them into a two-hundred-meter free fall to the streets below. They needed safety. Secrecy. Somewhere the HPSC wouldn’t think to look while they recovered.

Hawks reached the edge of the city faster than he thought possible and landed them between two buildings leaning precariously close to one another.

He managed to get Dabi’s arm around his shoulder, despite the lack of feeling in his fingers, and settled a feather against the pulse point on his neck. It was strong. Steady.

Hawks would have wept with relief if he had the time.

He pulled them into the first open door he found, using feathers to help bear Dabi’s dead weight, and sent others to scout their surroundings. They couldn’t go back to the PLF mansion, and seeking safety from another hero was out of the question, especially if that mist had the…

Hawks stopped in front of what must have been an old junkie hideout, trying to avoid stepping on the glass and debris and things he didn’t want to name with his bare feet.

Why was he still standing? Why hadn’t the pain doubled him over like last time? He stewed over it as they slowly made their way up one floor. Then two. Then all the way to the sixth floor where he found a room that wasn’t as badly trashed as the rest. There was a couch in this one that looked mostly intact, the best they were going to find at the moment.

Settling Dabi on the half of the couch that still had cushions, Hawks ran on autopilot as he finished checking the building, bringing back anything that could be used for first aid or food or water, and checking on Dabi’s wounds.

Most seemed superficial: a cut across his brow, one hidden under dark locks of surprisingly thick hair, a few along his arms. There was a welt growing on the back of his head (courtesy of the second explosion, Hawks was sure), several missing staples and bloody seams, but Hawks knew what he couldn’t see could be so much worse.

When he was certain he’d collected every clean(ish) cloth in this building and the next, he recalled his feathers, wet the rags, and set to work wiping away as much blood as he could. When he finished, he tipped Dabi’s head up to get a few sips of water in, checked his pulse again, and then, there was nothing to do for him but wait.

Listening to Dabi’s steady breathing, Hawks took a seat on the floor and set to work on his own wounds as he replayed the attack.

The pink mist hadn’t done a damn thing. Either he’d built and immunity to it last time, or it was a feint to make him feel trapped. He’d bet his life on the last option.

Jaw set, he carefully extracted the wooden shards from his hip, then the two from his shoulder.

If the mist was a feint, that meant the Commission knew what had happened on his last call. Hell, they’d probably sent the villain.

He tied a cloth around his arm, used his teeth to pull it tight.

And a feint meant - he emptied another water bottle to wet the last clean cloth and dabbed at his other wounds, hissing at the pain - it meant they’d induced his heat - a practice that had been outlawed for centuries and was almost always punished with life in prison these days. Of course, he knew the HPSC had ways around those kinds of sentences; hell, he’d done things for them that were equally as punishable. But until now - bile burned his throat - until it had been him they were against, he’d never thought twice about what they’d asked of him.

He whipped the empty water bottle across the room and leaned back against the couch.

Some fucking hero he was.

Tipping his head back to rest against Dabi’s uninjured arm, he huffed. There was so much to unpack between them already. Things Dabi may not even forgive Hawks for. Adding a crisis of conscience on top of it all was like adding kindling to a bonfire. He’d lied, betrayed, used, and whatever the hell else Dabi wanted to tack on, and he couldn’t even say it was for a cause he believed in anymore.

He closed his eyes. They were so damn heavy.

Sleep was a horrible idea right now, Hawks knew that of course, but his adrenaline high had worn off and his body knew nothing but pain and exhaustion now. The battle for consciousness had been lost the moment he’d sat down, really.

Hawks did what he could, sending feathers to every entrance of their room, scattering a few around the building, laying one carefully over Dabi’s heart and another over his wrist, and hoped that would be enough.

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"