#hawks hate

This bullshit started a few months ago.

Around the same time he started spying on the PLF, you showed up at the HPSC headquarters with a stack of credentials from some other country, swearing up and down that you moved to Japan to become a hero.

Looking back, it was so fucking obvious. But the documents were perfect, you smooth-talked your way through every security screening and interview, and flashed that award-winning smile at anyone who had the nerve to be even slightly suspicious.

Of course, Hawks took it upon himself to keep an eye on you.

I mean, an extremely promising hero that no one’s ever heard of before from another country just popping up out of thin air during the height of the rise of villainy?

He’d be crazy not to do his own spy work. And it’s not like he’s not used to this type of thing anyways.

And what better way to keep an eye on someone is there than getting as close as possible to them?

So, throwing on his own most charming smile, he approached you without a trace of visible suspicion. You’d met him with your own charisma, easily accepting his invitation of a tour of the headquarters, patrolling together, maybe getting lunch together sometime…

As much as Hawks hates to admit it, he did actually…not trust you, no, but he let his guard down.

You did everything right. You asked all the right questions while gathering info about headquarters- schedules, security, cameras, shift rotations. You did your due diligence on patrol, saving civilians, apprehending regular thieves and chasing after villains. And your one ‘lunch meeting’ turned into multiple, then into dinner meetings, then dates without the name.

And, well, one late night together at the office turned into quite possibly Hawks’ biggest mistake when it came to you.

He should’ve known.

Of course a villain would be willing to sleep their way into someone’s good graces.

“Mmm…” You hum softly, still grinning as you back him up against the wall. “You just thought something mean, didn’t you?”

Scowling now, Hawks finally reaches back and grabs a long, sharp feather, extending it towards you with a hard glare. “Don’t act cute with me.”

Pouting lightly, you stop a couple inches from the tip of the blade, holding your hands up in a fake, weak show of surrender. “C’mon…I’m not acting. I thought we had something special going on…”

“‘Special’?” He scoffs, taking a hard step forward and backing you up now. Somewhere on the main floor, something erupts and shakes the building. “You faked everything with me. That’s not special.”

“I didn’t fake everything…” You nearly purr, giving him a grin that suggests you mean exactly what he thinks it means. “At the very least, we made each other feel good, didn’t we?”

Stupidly, Hawks blinks in slight surprise, remembering quite well the exact moments you’re talking about.

You did that right, too.

Kissed him right. Whispered the right things in his ear. Touched him right. Let him fuck you right.

And it wasn’t just once. It became a regular thing- meeting up for some good old fashioned stress relief amidst all the instability of the world. It was more than ‘good’. Fuck, he even took you back to his house a few times. But you never let him over to yours…

“That doesn’t have to end just because of this…”

Fuck, when had you gotten so close?

Stepping past his extended blade, you stop less than a foot away, batting those deceivingly innocent eyelashes at him. “We can keep making each other feel good…”

Glare faltering to a look of confused surprise, Hawks stares at you without moving away or striking like he should. You…wanna continue?

God, what is he even thinking—?

Snapping back into reality, he hardens his glare again, tensing up again as he steps back.

He either needs to grow the balls to kill you right now or make a run for it. If he misses his opportunity and Twice starts cloning himself, this whole mission will be doomed—

But before he can make up his mind, your hands land on his chest and shove him back the remaining few inches into the wall. Reacting just a second too late, Hawks nearly drives the feather into your back.

Too late, though.

Because your lips are already on his- soft and sweet just the way he’s used to, your hands gentle against his chest as you pin him there without any real force.

Eyes wide as saucers, he stares at you.

Fuck…

Long lashes fanning over your heated cheeks, body pressed lightly against his, hair framing your face perfectly…

You’re too damn pretty, seriously.

It’s just now that Hawks realizes he’d grabbed your waist when you pushed him back. He squeezes it lightly, and your breath hitches softly the same way it used to.

Shit…

Groaning miserably in the back of his throat, Hawks drops the feather that had been poised against your back, wrapping the arm around your waist instead. He tugs you closer, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes as he kisses you back deeper.

Fucking idiot.

Suppressing a grin so he doesn’t feel it against his lips, you peek your eyes open to see his taken expression. You almost feel bad, honestly.

He’s clearly never had much affection in his life before. So skeptical, so suspicious, so talented…but so weak when it comes to any form of intimacy.

He didn’t admit it, but you could tell you took his virginity. Hell, maybe even his first kiss. He’d looked at you like you were a goddess every time you let him slide inside, his wings shaking and his breath hitching as you purred his name and pulled him down closer. He teared up every time he came, his hands sinking into your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He thanked you every time in the afterglow.

Yeah…you almost feel bad.

Biting at his bottom lip the way you know he likes, you reach over his shoulder to gently run a hand over the ridge of one wing.

The reaction is immediate, and exactly what you need. You learned quickly that he’s sensitive everywhere…but especially those wings.

Hawks moans against your lips, his knees nearly buckling as he smushes you in closer to his body, his hips rolling forward of their own accord.

Continuing to pet and stroke his wing with one hand to keep him distracted, you free one trails down with a careful slowness, down down down to the dagger concealed on your thigh. Once your fingers brush the hilt, it’s over in an instant.

Again, he reacts just a second too late, and a pained gasp leaves his lips as half the blade is thrust into his side. Impressively, he’d managed to grab your wrist in the split second between realizing what’s happening and stopping it before it’s too late.

Unable to stop the grin now, you rip yourself from his grip and jump back, pulling the dagger from his side on the way back.

Hawks clutches his side, grunting lowly in pain while leveling you with quite possibly the most hateful glare you’ve ever seen. But he’s not just looking at you anymore.

“Guess you really did get distracted.”

Dabi snickers as he steps up beside you, making a show of wrapping an arm around your waist. You go easily, leaning into his side while wiping the blood from your dagger on the leg of your pants.

“Pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls mockingly, rough hand rubbing your hip with obvious possession. “I guess even you can’t help falling for some tits in your face, huh?”

Hawks doesn’t take long to put the pieces together, and he scowls at the realization. “You let your girlfriend cheat just for a mission?”

Shrugging casually, Dabi glances at you briefly before looking at Hawks again. “It was my idea. I knew she wouldn’t fall for some poser hero like you anyways.”

You giggle softly, only rubbing salt into the wound even more.

“So you let your girl cum on another mans dick?”

Admittedly, the way he calls you out surprises you a bit. But, then again…

“She didn’t. Not really, anyways.” Dabi counters easily, still laidback as he holds you close. “Trust me, she only feels real good when she’s taking it raw. And she did, right after every time with you.”

“Hey—.” You complain softly, nudging his side with your elbow and looking at him with a small glare at the unnecessary crassness.

“What?” Dabi snorts in amusement, looking fully at you now as he grins. “It’s true.”

“Yeah, but—.”

You’re cut off by the sound of whooshing air, both of you looking back over to see an empty spot where Hawks was once leaning against the wall. Now there’s only a small pool of blood and a smear on the wall. Frowning, you take one step to chase after him before Dabi grabs your arm.

“Go meet up with the others.” He commands lowly, pushing you in the opposite direction. “I’ll deal with this nuisance myself.”

You snicker, stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to his scarred cheek. “Jealous?”

Smirking sharply, Dabi grabs your jaw quickly with his free hand, wiping your lips clean almost roughly, as if he can force Hawks’ essence from them.

“Among other things.” He admits lowly. “Now go.”

Letting go of you, Dabi starts off in the direction of where he last saw Twice, only calling back once before turning a corner.

“By the way…That kiss was way too long, sweetheart.”

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