#hotwingz

Hawks is officially beyond done with this fucking mission.

Infiltrate the League. They had said. 

It will be easy for someone of your level. They had said. 

Well, what about when he starts catching feelings for the local arsonist and starts to feel at home with the misfits he calls colleges, huh? What then?

He gets thrown through a wall at three in the morning trying to keep Toga safe on a side of town he’s not supposed to be on leaving him unable to radio for help with even his naked wing nubs protruding too much to be able to get himself free. 

Miraculously he wasn’t being crushed, but actually trying to escape threatened that so he was stuck until Toga returns with help. He sighs, watching another dust mote drift around the store room his upper half was stuck in while his feathers remained vigilant protecting his backside that was facing the alley.

Just not vigilant enough apparently, because somehow, like always since he and the arsonist started getting close, Dabi manages to sneak up behind him, making Hawks give a squawk from inside the store room when his lower back is caressed. “Who-” His feathers pick up on the familiar heartbeat. “Dabi! Stop messing with me and help me out, dammit!

Dabi chuckles lowly, fingers heating up slightly to relax the hero. “Calm down, birdie, you know I’m not strong enough to get you out of there. You’re gonna have to wait for Spinner and Twice to come dig you out. I was just nearby so came to keep you company.” 

Hawks curses, trying not to slump and risk his precarious situation changing. “Well, how long will that take?” 

Hawks’s feathers sense Dabi's shrug. “We’re on the other side of the prefecture so probably around two hours, maybe less. It’s hard to say.” It’s Hawks himself that can sense the smirk now. “You’re lucky I was in recruiting in the area. Especially with your back exposed like this. It would be too easy for someone to come and take advantage of your situation.”

“You mean like you’re about to suggest we do?” Hawks deadpans, really not in the mood for Dabi’s dramatics at the moment. “Normal bondage not enough for you?”

“Aw, come on, birdie, what’s got your feathers all ruffled?” Dabi asks as though Hawks isn’t stuck in a wall! 

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Dabi.” Hawks snips sarcastically. “Maybe its the fact that I’m running on four hours of sleep and a coffee, it's a little chilly, and, oh yeah, I. Am. Stuck. In. A. Wall like some doujin or something! Excuse me for not plastering on the PR smile that you can’t see anyway.” He mutters, crossing his arms on the other side. “And my connection is try to use it to act out one of those doujin.”

“Ouch, back down to connection.” Dabi hisses in amusement. “Harsh. And here I was just trying to help you pass the time. Are you not the least bit curious?”

Hawks is silent for a moment.

Well, now he is. 

“Dammit, Dabi,” Hawks mutters, able to sense the smirk grow from the amused hum. “Fine. You have lube?” 

“With how much we fuck in random warehouses?” Dabi snickers and Hawks feathers can hear something uncap. “What kind of amateur do you take me for?”

Hawks mutters just to be pissy before letting a feather slip in the cracks to protect his middle while Dabi gets his flight pants down. He shivers slightly at the sudden chill, but it’s quickly replaced by the sometimes sweltering heat that just comes with being around Dabi in general.

“Your tail feathers are coming back in,” Dabi notes, running a warm finger over a vein in one of the still-small feathers. “They’re cute.”

Hawks flushes on the other side of the wall at how the feathers raise in invitation and tattle about how nice it feels. Hawks had been forced to pluck them for so long that he didn’t remember what they feel like so they’re incredibly sensitive, and the heat of Dabi’s fingers on them might be one of his favourite things if it wouldn’t make the villain so smug. 

“And so responsive.” Dabi drawls, gripping them lightly. “I wonder if I’ll be able to use them like a handle when they’re their full size. Or even…”

Hawks can’t hold back a croon when Dabi drags his warm hand up the feathers like he would Hawks’ sick and it has a similar effect with how sensitive they are. “D-Dabi!”

He was suddenly regretting listening to Spinner’s mutant positivity since it was currently being used against him. 

Dabi hums questioningly, but he knows exactly what he’s doing and they both know it. “Yeah, those are going to be fun.” 

“I will go back to plucking them if you’re going to use them for evil.” Hawks warns only to pout when he is laughed at instead. 

“Probably shouldn’t let a villain fuck you then if you don’t want evil involved.” Dabi points out as Hawks’ feathers pick up the wet sound of lube. “And with such a tempting little toy twitching in front of me? It’d be cruel to both of us to deny myself that.”

Hawks just huffs, swatting at him with one of the feathers he had sent out to guard him and scowling when Dabi just laughs. His scowl very quickly turns to an embarrassed moan when trying to cover Dabi’s mouth with the feather earns him the drag of warm tongue and stitches right along the sensitive vein that makes his wings tremble on the side of the wall that most of him is on. “Fuuu- I’m still killing that doctor if I get my hands on him, but he definitely deserves a thanks for that little enhancement.”

Dabi smirks against the retreating feather, nipping at it before his lube-slicked hand returns to Hawks’ exposed ass. “Haven’t had a complaint yet. Ready?”

Hawks just lets his tail feathers rise more in invitation before shuddering when a warm finger prods his rim before sinking in. “Fuck.”

“Soon.” Dabi agrees, working his finger in slowly and keeping the temperature just right that Hawks can’t seem to help but relax around him. “Good boy. You open up so easily for me now, don’t you?”

Hawks’s face flushes on the other side of the wall as he tries not to squirm and shift the rubble. It was weird not being able to see Dabi. He can feel him—would know those hot fingers anywhere and especially inside him—but not being able to see him creates a weird sort of disconnect that sets off his fight or flight while also being strangely hot. His feathers puff up as another finger is added, beginning to properly work Hawks open, but if Dabi isn’t talking and Hawks ignores the familiar feelings through his feathers, it could be anyone back there and it makes him panic as much as it makes his wings tremble in interest. 

The hot hands and low, mean laugh combined with the distinct sound that his dramatic ass coat made, however, leaves no doubt in his mind who was behind him opening him up to use as a fuck hole and makes him hold in a coo when Dabi crooks his fingers just right to still drag a moan out of him. The villain is quick and efficient as though Hawks is nothing more than a glory hole or a toy, getting him stretched open without any of his usual pretty or mean words, but still using every trick he knows to get Hawks to open up for him with ease and for some reason that has Hawks hotter and more embarrassed than the villain’s dirty talk ever has. He's a top hero dammit, and here he was about to be used like a common whore. 

He hopes Dabi doesn't notice how his cock twitches between his legs or he’ll never hear the end of it. It'll be the topic of back alley tryst for months, whispered about filthily in his ear as he's fucked, and dammit, what has Dabi done to him that the mere thought turns him on so much? 

“For someone who was bitching so much just a few minutes ago, you sure are responsive now.” Dabi smirks as he pulls his fingers out of Hawks and smears the excess lube down the hero's dick just to make him choke on a moan. “Look at how hard you are. And so sensitive too. Tell me, hero, what's got you so worked up?” He asks as he starts undoing his belt and pulls down his zipper, watching Hawks' hole clench around nothing. “It's only been a week, have you really missed me that much?” 

Hawks groans, knowing the silence is too good to be true. “Just get on with it. I wanna get out of this wall and I doubt Spinner and Twice want a show whenever they get here.” 

Dabi just chuckles lowly, squirting more lube over Hawks' hole to make a mess more than anything and smearing some on his pierced cock as he lines up. “I doubt they'd care, and I owe Spinner some scarring for fucking Natsuo on the couch last week.” He hums, only sounding slightly annoyed as he drags his cock over Hawks' puckering hole just to see him shiver and hear him coo. “One of Twice’s voices might even ask to join in and what would you do then, hmm? You're stuck. Stuck in a wall with your ass to the world just begging to be fucked. You mentioned doujin, I think I have a marker somewhere. Can leave tallies on your ass as a little reminder. How does that sound?” 

Hawks tries to ignore how his wings puff in interest. It's not like it’d be the first time he was passed around the League, but unless they spoke, he wouldn't know who was fucking him until they were already inside and something about it sent a shiver through him and made his cock pulse with need. 

“Oh, you like that idea, don't you?” Dabi taunts. “We could make that happen, you know? Let Shiggy disintegrate a hole in the wall to stuff you in. Wonder if we could get a nomu involved? Though that would probably fuck you through the wall and I don't really want my birdie broken either.” Dabi hums in thought, unaware Hawks is definitely putting a pin in that for later. “Oh well.”

That’s all the warning Hawks gets before he chirps as Dabi starts pushing in with a curse, being merciless with each piercing that pops past Hawks' rim and grinds against his prostate. His wings knock shit off of shelves as they fly out and tremble, but Hawks pays it no mind as he's filled, Dabi as big as ever but giving him barely any time to get used to the feeling like back when they first started fucking months before. It burns a bit, both from the too-fast stretch and the heat, but fuck if Hawks hadn't missed it a little. 

“So fucking tight.” He hears Dabi hiss on the other side of the wall as probably his forehead thuds against the bricks. “Only your ass hanging out like this, it's like fucking a sex toy. Like one of those fake asses you can get? Hmm, wonder if you'll last longer than my last one.” He chuckles lowly.

Hawks opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but Dabi's already pulling his cock back out to slam it back in and Hawks cries out at the feeling. He digs his talons into the bricks around him, moaning as he's taken hard and fast, used like nothing more than a toy without any regard for his own pleasure which really shouldn't be as hot as it is but neither should fucking a villain be. 

“Dabi!” He moans, boots scraping against bricks as he tries to find some sort of leverage to thrust back against him, but that risked knocking bricks loose so he had to just dangle there like a good little fleshlight and take it. “Fuck! Harder!” 

Dabi chuckles meanly, hot hands gripping Hawks' hips almost enough to burn and definitely tight enough to bruise as he chases his own pleasure, squelching and slapping echoing in the alley as he abuses the hero’s lube sloppy hole like it was made for it. He grants his request for harder but does so under the stipulation of avoiding his prostate altogether just to hear Hawks chitter in frustration as Dabi enjoys the power trip. Hawks will use his safe words if there's an actual problem so until then, Dabi doesn't see a problem in having a little fun. It's been a while since he's fucked the blond rough and hard, and the hero knows Dabi will take care of him in the end either way. 

“Shit, birdie, you're squeezing me like you plan to take my dick off. That's not quick release like my mouth, you know?” Dabi chuckles morbidly as he continues pounding into his birdie. “But if you want my cock that badly, I'll be sure to give you Every. Last. Centimetre.” He growls, thrusting harder with each word against Hawks’ prostate before going back to avoiding it.

Hawks chirps and moans, feathers digging into the wall between them as they sharpen along with the ones outside if Dabi’s startled curse is anything to go by. 

“Hey, watch it! I thought I trained you out of trying to slice me to ribbons!” Dabi warns, smacking Hawks’ ass to get another chirp out of him and make him tighten around his cock. “Behave or I actually use you like a cum dump, and don’t let you cum.”

Hawks squawks in outrage, wings flapping against the wall. “Dabi!”

“Are you going to behave?” Dabi asks lowly, having stopped all movement. 

Hawks chitters, trying to squirm for stimulation, but he feels the wall shift around him and decides that’s a bad idea before slumping. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” Dabi smirks before giving his ass another smack before starting to fuck him like he plans to break him. “Keep your word and you might actually get to cum this round.”

Hawks cries out as he’s fucked, feathers needing to fly around to help stabilise the wall even as he manages to snort. “You and what stamina, bacon bits?”

Normally, that would piss Dabi off and get Hawks fucked stupid just to prove a point because despite not being able to run more than a block without needing to find a place to hide and wheeze, Dabi definitely made up for it in the bedroom. Now though? Now he just laughs in a way that makes feathers sharpen again. “I think the ‘and what army’ would have been more accurate, pretty bird.”

Hawks chirps in confusion, too busy getting fucked to really try to piece it together until a hand cards through his hair to make him look up into the familiar turquoise eyes smirking down at him. “What the-”

“Like I said,” the new Dabi smirks, “‘and what army’. Did you forget Twice’s quirk and that Kurogiri exists?” 

Hawks blinks slowly before flushing red because he had, in fact, forgotten both of those things pretty much the second Dabi suggested this. “No?” He lies before realising, “Wait, why the hell am I still in the wall?!”

He can hear both Dabis and several more laughing and his feathers twitch trying to count. “You’re stuck in the perfect position to be our good little fuck toy, and we weren’t supposed to at least try?” The Dabi in front of him laughs. “If you had said no, Kurogiri would have already been portalling you out, but since you said yes~” 

Hawks tries to look away in embarrassment, but the hand in his hair prevents that so he’s stuck looking up at Dabi as he’s fucked hard from behind by possibly a clone of the same man. “So…uh…which one is the real one?” He asks, moaning as Dabi grinds along his prostate again. 

The Dabi in front of him smirks. “Tell you what, birdie.” He starts as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants until his cock can prod Hawks’ lips. “If you can guess, you can cum and rest. If you can’t, then you can still cum, but we keep going until you figure it out or pass out. Whichever comes first.” He tilts his head predatorily as he strokes himself to full hardness. “How does that sound?”

It sounds like a terrible deal is how it sounds. Hawks knows how good Twice is with his quirk, and that every clone will have the same memories as the others up until they’re given autonomy. That’s a game he’s guaranteed to lose. 

Unfortunately, he’s always been too fast for his own good, and that includes his mouth. “Deal.”

Dabi grins like the cat that caught the canary as he pulls blond hair and the Dabi outside thrusts harder to make Hawks cry out. “Don’t even think of backing out, slut. Now open up.”

Hawks shudders, opening his mouth wide to let the villain inside before moaning as his mouth is filled with cock and at the knowledge that Dabi is spit-roasting him by himself. 

Normally he would get to lick and suck some or at least enjoy the weight of his cock and the feel of his piercings, but much like the Dabi outside with his ass, the one in front of him seems to be set on using him and immediately starts fucking Hawks face, only readjusting when he gags a little too hard to be considered sexy, but not once stopping. This leaves Hawks getting brutally fucked and stuffed full at both ends by the same, and fuck, Hawks did not know this was a thing for him but it has his cock aching to be touched as he moans. 

Having already started before the other was even revealed, it doesn’t take much longer for the Dabi outside to start getting sloppy, gripping Hawks’ hips tight and burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard inside the hero. Hawks feels the wall shift slightly when Dabi has to pull his hands away to not burn Hawks, but Hawks can’t really be bothered to care until a feather hears a marker uncap.

…

He feels a line being drawn on his ass. 

…

This fucker did not just put a tally on his ass!

The Dabi in front of him must realise that Hawks figured it out because he laughs at the mortification in Hawks’ eyes. “We told you we brought a marker.” He smirks. He doesn’t bother stopping to let Hawks respond, still fucking Hawks’ throat as another Dabi lines up to push into Hawks’ already sloppy hole and makes him moan around the cock in his mouth. 

Hawks had considered the fact that Twice’s clones were impeccable. He had considered Dabi maybe lying about who was the real one. What he had failed to consider is that he just wouldn’t be given a chance to answer and would instead remain stuck in the wall being used as Dabi’s fuck doll until he passed out or tapped out and he manages an honestly pathetic warble at the realisation. 

“Aww, what’s wrong, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him coos mockingly. “Did you finally realise what you signed up for?”

A choked chirp manages to escape that quickly turns into another moan as his eyes roll back when the new Dabi behind him starts targeting his prostate rather than avoiding it, both Dabi’s laughing at the little display as Hawks tightens around the one in his ass. He hopes Dabi didn’t expect him to hold out because there was no way he was going to last like this. 

Sure enough, it’s not long before Hawks tenses up, his feathers trembling as he tries to hold off on cumming, and manages to focus his eyes enough to see Dabi smirking down at him. “What’s wrong, baby bird? Are you about to cum?” The smirk grows when Hawks makes an affirmative noise. “You haven’t even guessed yet. Hmmm, tell you what. If you can get it right right now, you can cum and we’ll finally get you out. If not, then we get to keep fucking you even after you do. How does that sound?” Just repeating the original deal in slightly different words, knowing Hawks is too desperate to notice.

Hawks groans, knowing he’s being set up but snaps once for yes, gasping when the Dabi in front of him finally pulls out of his throat. He hadn’t even been properly fucking his face, just lazily grinding and making Hawks cock warm him. 

“Well, pretty bird? Who is it?” Dabi hums, leering down at him in amusement. “The first one, me, the second one, or do you think I’m still waiting?”

Hawks coughs, trying to clear his head enough to think with the second Dabi still targeting his prostate, but it was difficult when everything in him was torn between cumming and not cumming, and what was the question again? 

As though to remind him, the Dabi behind him gives another slow grind against his prostate that makes his toes curl in his dangling boots as he croons.

“Well, baby bird?” The Dabi in front of him prods with a wicked smirk. “Who's it gonna be?” 

Hawks groans, shaking his head to try to clear it, but the Dabi outside seems dead set on keeping him cock dumb and he moans instead, making another stupid decision. “I still get to cum if I don't figure it out?” He croaks, voice gravely from being face fucked and used as a cock sleeve.

Dabi grins wickedly, nodding. “As much as you want, but we don't stop until we're done.” He confirms.

Hawks chirps at another deliberate grind against his sensitive bundle of nerves and barely holds off cumming. “First one. Fuck it. Just let me-” 

Dabi’s smirk widens, shaking his head and making a buzzer noise. “EHH! Sorry, birdie, guess you're ours to play with.” He laughs as he grips Hawks’ hair again before going back to bullying his throat. “You can cum now though.” 

That's honestly all Hawks cares about as he moans and warbles around the cock in his mouth and cums hard over his barely pulled-down pants and onto the ground with the next pass over his prostate that leaves his ears ringing with the intensity. 

True to their word, however, the Dabi’s don’t stop. 

None of them do. 

Hawks hasn’t even finished cumming and the Dabi behind him is this fucking him like it’s all Hawks is good for as the one in front of him continues to alternate between fucking his throat and using him as a cock warmer. The approximately three seconds he is allotted for post-nut clarity tells him that he is an idiot, and the one in front of him is probably his, but then the one behind him is adding to the mess the first one already left in his ass and kind of shorts out his brain when he decides to cum right against his prostate. 

Was one of them sucking on a surveillance feather? One was definitely playing with one like a cherry stem sans actually twisting it, but it was mind-numbingly distracting all the same. 

And he had agreed to all of them.

There’s barely a second humiliating tally on his ass before another one is sliding in. The sane part of him really wishes he could concentrate enough to figure out how many were out there, but he’s already having a hard enough time remembering how not to choke on Dabi’s cock so how many times he’s fucked quickly becomes the least of his concerns so long as he gets to cum. They’re leaving tallies anyway, he can just count them later if he remembers how. 

With the ways they’re fucking him though? Yeah, he’ll be lucky if he remembers his old name. 

It’s by the fourth Dabi in his ass that he starts losing track of what’s happening to him. His throat is sore and his ass is aching, but his head is perfectly fuzzy as the Dabi in front of him plays with his nipples, and two of the Dabis behind him are figuring out how to get a boot off of him to be able to spread his legs wider. It’s when the fifth and sixth enter start trying to enter him at the same time that he cries out with another orgasm and loses all sense of time from there. 

They’re so fucking big and stuff him so full. How they’re managing to move him around without affecting the building Hawks doesn’t know but having so many piercings grinding against his sensitive walls so thoroughly has his eyes rolling back on a moan. 

It's hours before they’re finally done with him, and Hawks doesn’t know if it's a continuous stream of different Dabi’s or the same few over and over, but he’s nearly unconscious in the wall and has been coming dry for a while. 

“How you doing, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him asks, holding his cheek carefully, running his thumb over the apples.

Hawks blinks at him slowly before smiling goofily in a daze. “You’re my Dabi, aren’t you?” 

Dabi grins wickedly though there is a tone of fondness in bright turquoise eyes. “Took you long enough.” He snickers, leaning forward to kiss Keigo’s dick-swollen lips and teasingly lick up some of the drool to hear him chirp. “Or did you just want fucked stupid?”

Hawks hums, doing his best to nuzzle into the finally gentle touches. “I figured it out a little after my wrong answer.” He admits. “But you changed the rules to one guess.”

Dabi chuckles, kissing Keigo again just to get another chirp. “Catch the did you, birdie? Yeah, thought running a train on you with just me sounded kind of hot.” He shrugs, grinning wolfishly. “I can’t wait to see what state your ass is in. I bet we had to use both cheeks. 

Hawks’ face flames as bright as the wings he suddenly tries to hide in. “Did not!” He squawks, honestly having no clue. “How many of you were there anyway?” 

“Hmmm, eight total, including me.” Dabi hums after a moment of thought. “But who knows how many rounds they went. I couldn’t really count from in here, and you didn’t look like you were keeping track.” He says with a tone of amusement.

Hawks just chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, counting wasn’t an option. Numbers are imaginary, right?”

Dabi snorts at Hawks’ raspy mumbling, petting through blond hair soothingly to get a chirp. “Ready to get out of the wall, baby bird? Access the damage?”

“There is cum leaking out of my ass, Dabs. I have an idea.” Hawks mumbles. “But yes I want out of the wall. My ribs and stomach hurt.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Dabi snickers before standing up, and calling to the other side of the wall as he pulls his phone out to start texting. “If you assholes are done basting the turkey, get his pants pulled up and his belt back on! Kurogiri is on his way.”

Hawks doesn’t know whether to huff about being called a turkey or laugh about Dabi calling himself an asshole, but he does chirp when what he quickly realises is a plug gets shoved in his hole and squirms. “Dabi!”

“Do you want cum leaking in your pants?” Dabi smirks, ruffling Hawks’ hair as the blond pouts and Dabi presses send. It’s just as his belt is being refastened that he hears a familiar sigh from outside. 

“Are you finished defiling our friend here?” Kurogiri asks in his usual even tone. 

“Yup. All wrapped and ready for transport.” A Dabi outside smirks before patting Hawks’ spanked sore rear and making him yelp. 

“Hmm, somehow I doubt there was any wrap involved, but as long as you are both clean, very well.” Kurogiri hums seconds before darkness envelopes Hawks and deposits him on Dabi’s bed with a groan. 

Fuck, he hurt. Just how much did they fuck him?

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Dabi comes through a portal of his own looking way too smug about the state Hawks is in. “Have fun, pretty bird?”

“My ass hurts and my legs feel like jelly.” Hawks pouts, scowling when Dabi just laughs. 

“Oh, calm down feathers, you knew how to tap out,” Dabi smirks as he comes over to the bed to pet through blond hair and make Hawks trill grumpily. “Want a bath? Twice managed to fix the water heater at this one.”

Hawks hums, his already tired body easily relaxing to Dabi’s warm hands. “Yeah. Some asshole decided to leave tally marks on my ass like some cheap doujin.” He grins fondly.

Dabi just snorts, helping Hawks up and helping support his weight to the bathroom. “Want to see how many, birdie? Waiting through six other clones is plenty of time to recharge after all, and you let us fuck you for hours.”

Hawks’ face flushes a pretty shade of red, but curiosity killed the cat and all that. “...I guess I could peek while you’re helping get your cum out of me…” He mumbles shyly, swatting Dabi with a wing when he laughs. 

“Hey, watch it.” Dabi bats at the wing in fake annoyance. “Keep that up and you can get the cum out yourself.”

They both knew he was full of shit, and he proves it barely ten minutes later when he bends Hawks over in the shower to lick it out of him like a freak. 

Hawks doesn’t even try to look back as he moans and whines. He already saw it in the mirror. 

Twenty-seven fucking tallies, the absolute menaces.