“I’ll Make This Feel Like Home”-a Dabi X Reader fic

its just me and my 74 unfinished WIPs against the fucking world

i can’t believe it took me this long to put this together .... king and lionheart ... the prince and the fool... as the world comes to an end, i’ll be there to hold your hand...he needed you, zuko, to remind him that being brave can mean failing...

Zuko, hungover: please tell me I’m imagining that I claimed I was the king of all the turtleducks

Sokka: I would, but then I’d be lying to the King of All Turtleducks

hello!!!!!!

Flame Play with DabiHawks - Kinktober Day Eight

Dabi x Reader x Hawks (NSFW)

Synopsis: While attending an event thrown for the heroes, you run into your long-time crush: the one and only Winged Hero. Except, when Hawks sneaks off, you can't stop yourself from wandering after him, wondering where the hell he ended up. Little did you know you'd find him fooling around with none other than one of the most wanted from the League of Villains.

Warnings: "flameplay" (more like Dabi just kinda heats up his hands while touching you), humiliation, dirty talk, biting, nipple play, choking, fingering, anal fingering, female-receiving oral, hint of overstimulation, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, threesome, cream pie

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Apologies for this coming out late. I really enjoyed writing this piece and it took a lot out of me, so I hope the editing process went okay (I'm very tired). Anyways, I hope y'all like it!

Having a crush on the Winged Hero was difficult. It was all anxiety, wondering if he could read your feelings with those sharp gold eyes. If he knew how badly you wanted to know if his hands were rough and calloused or gentle and soft beneath his gloves. Or if he kissed with fervor or if he drew it out, savoring every moment of your lips touching. Maybe beneath a tree in the moonlight or on a roof as you tried to squint at the stars drowned out by the city lights.

Even worse, the bastard never made it clear whether--if he knew about your feelings towards him--he reciprocated them or not. It was no secret that Hawks’ personality was charismatic, goofy flirt. So you never knew if those sly touches grazing sensitive skin or whispered words with breath tickling your neck were anything more. And nine times out of ten, you could handle that.

Tonight was the exception.

You weren’t paying attention to the extravagant dance hall decked out to appear like a snow-covered forest. As soon as you’d entered the vast room and heard that all-too-familiar, room brightening laugh, your eyes shot to Hawks’ golden locks. But he wasn’t donning the typical hero attire--no one was, this was a strictly formal attire event. His red wings framed him per usual, except there was no tan coat and pant set. Not tonight. No, this was going to be burned into your mind for as long as you could retain it. The whole night would be, you would later learn. But right now, it was Hawks dressed to the fucking nines.

Hawks was lean. There was no doubt about his petite frame--or at least petite compared to the Number One heroes, past and present. But the three-piece suit he wore hugged every rope of toned muscle. His shirt was white, blazer, slacks, tie, and shoes a deep obsidian. But his vest, that was a deep, rich burgundy that matched his wings expertly. Every breath he took made the silky material stretch across his torso, and his fingers--rarely gloveless around you--toyed with his cufflinks.

The intensity of your stare must’ve been as hot as the warmth consuming you because just as you sucked in a desperate breath, heart hammering in your chest, Hawks turned, eyes scanning the crowd until he found you. Your heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped. You weren’t entirely sure. Your dark navy dress wasn’t a snug fit, but the moment his gaze locked on yours and his mouth tipped into his laidback, amused smirk, everything felt too tight.

You weren’t even sure who he’d been talking to when he excused himself, never taking his eyes off you. Best Jeanist, maybe? Perhaps Miruko. It wasn’t Endeavor. Hawks would’ve made more of a scene leaving mid-conversation with the Number One Hero.

And, suddenly, he was all too close in front of you, and all you could breathe was him.

He smelled like the sky, like clouds. With a hint of apricot.

You could get drunk on the smell.

“Hi,” he murmured, eyes dropping as he seemed to inspect every inch of your dress. You felt like you were on fire, standing so close to him. No. No, you thought you were on fire then. You truly erupted into flames when he continued. “Would you care to dance?”

“Okay,” you breathed out.

It took every ounce of self-control not to gasp when he took your hand in his and guided you towards the dance floor. Soft and gentle. His hands, as he spun and placed them on your hips, tips of his fingers grazing your back--courtesy of your backless dress--were so fucking soft. You didn’t breathe for a solid twenty seconds as Hawks closed the gap, leaving only a breath between you as you swayed to the slow song that played from the surrounding speakers.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, eyes meeting yours and practically pinning the words to you. His mouth curved up, and you realized you’d been looking at his lips.

“Thank you.” You needed to get a handle on yourself. “So do you.”

His amused expression told you he didn’t need you to verbalize that for him to know. You made an effort to ignore how hot your cheeks felt. An effort that immediately went out the window as soon as Hawks chuckled, low and teasingly.

Yeah, there was no way in hell he didn’t know you had a crush on him.

His fingers danced along your back, and you sucked in a breath so abruptly you nearly choked on it. The song was short. Frustratingly short. You already knew it was coming to an end as Hawks was just starting to draw tiny, lazy circles along your skin. He pitched himself forwards as the song decrescendoed and the partners beside you began to part. His mouth brushed your ear, and you fought a shudder.

“Save another dance for me; that one was far too short.”

He stole a final glance before his eyes shot over your shoulder, and he disappeared.

You exhaled, as slow and steady as you could manage, only maneuvering off the dance floor once the next song started. Yeah, Hawks had to know how you felt towards him. And if he didn’t reciprocate those feelings, he was at least having fun poking and prodding at them. A hint of anger simmered beneath the tingling sensation his touch had left on your back. God, even if he were just...well, being Hawks, you wanted more. You also wanted to smack him if he was just toying with you.

Both would come later when he inevitably tracked you down for dance number two. So, until then, you did your part. Conversing with the other heroes present, ignoring Miruko as she noted your wandering gaze--Looking for a particular bird brain, (Y/N)-- and snacked on the massive buffet table. And then you grew antsy. You’d met Hawks’ eyes a few more times throughout the night, but you’d never met in the middle. Something was always there, tugging you two apart just as your feet started to move in your direction. Then, somewhere around the middle of the event, when more had started dancing, drinks were being refreshed, and the buffet table had more gathered around it, you scanned for Hawks.

But the Winged Hero was nowhere to be found.

You frowned. His wings always made him stand out in a crowd, and no matter how many times you looked for those red arches, there was nothing.

“Rumi-”

“Last I saw, he was headed out into the hall to take a phone call.” She eyed a steak kabob. “You finally going to confess your very obvious feelings?”

“No,” you lied. “I wanted to know where the bathrooms were.”

“Liar.” Still, she pointed. “Coincidentally, they’re out the same door the bird went out of. Down the hall, on the left. Few doors down.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a few. I just need to freshen up.”

Miruko snickered and, behind you, you heard her quiet, “Uh-huh, sure.”

The problem with Miruko telling you Hawks had also gone out this way was that as soon as you entered the all-too-quiet hall, you turned to the left and walked until you found the restrooms. Sure, you went in, used the bathroom, washed your hands, and freshened up the mirror. But as soon as you stepped back outside, your damned curiosity--or, if another c-word wished to take the blame, your crush--had you turning left instead of right.

You had no idea if this was the way Hawks had gone, but your feet carried you down the empty hallway nonetheless. And they continued to do so until what you thought had been silence grew into true silence. The sounds of the party were no longer heard, the AC was only a mere hum above you, and the only movement came from your unsure steps. And even those were quiet against the carpet as you came to a stop and frowned. If Hawks were on the phone, you surely would’ve heard him already. And there was no way in hell he’d walked farther than this, either.

You opened your mouth and-

A sigh.

Not the sigh you've been about to exhale. A muffled, hidden sigh.

You furrowed your brows and inched towards the sound. It was a door down on the right, the wood thick, but left ever so slightly ajar. You knew you should’ve turned around and gone back to the party, it was rude to peek in on whoever was behind the technically almost closed door, but you weren’t even thinking of Hawks when you approached it. Well, you were, but the thought of a villain sneaking in or some other potential threat was also on your mind.

One hand perched on the doorframe as you narrowed your eyes, holding your breath as you dared a look in. And you were ever thankful you’d held your breath. Had you not been, you were sure you would’ve choked on it as your sight adjusted to the low lighting.

Hawks had his back pinned against the wall of what looked like a janitorial closet, his wings bending around him. His brows were pinched teeth capturing his bottom lip, a dark, crimson blush covering his cheeks. He huffed as a hand fell down his chest, his abdomen, settling where a thigh was pressed tightly. A hand and a thigh that didn’t belong to the winged hero. No, his hair was spiked and as dark as Hawks’ suit. His smile was wicked as he shifted his thigh and replaced it with his hand. He chuckled so darkly you shivered, eyes scanning his patchwork skin before shooting back to where the man palmed the Winged Hero. So slow, so teasingly, each movement with an agonizing purpose.

He kissed Hawks’ jaw, nipped at his skin.

Shamefully, as you watched the two, a spark ignited in your stomach and traveled deep between your legs where it pooled, throbbed, ached. A hint of jealousy, sure, but that was quickly washed away by other guilt-ladened feelings. Feelings that had you pressing your thighs together that only made the building pressure worse.

“If you’re not quiet, we’ll be caught, Hawks.” He pressed harder against Hawks’ bulge, and the Winged Hero cursed. “Unless you’d like to get caught. Found all strung out by a member of the League of Villains.”

Hawks muttered something incoherent under his breath as I, mistakenly, stupidly, idiotically, gasped. It was quiet, barely audible. Any other two lovers stowed away, lost in the touch of lust and passion, wouldn’t have heard it. But this was Hawks. And you knew how observant he was. You knew what his feathers had been trained to do. You should’ve known better.

In an instant, those gold orbs shot to you, and you stumbled back.

A heated grip latched onto your wrist before you hit the floor, but the impact you’d been bracing yourself for still came in the form of a door against your back. The air was knocked from your lungs as eyes so blue you thought he’d stolen the color from the sky looked back at you.

“Looks like we have a peeping Tom, Hawks.”

“Dabi,” Hawks said, breathing heavily as he peered between you and the villain. The name held an edge to it. Dabi grinned.

Those blue eyes tore from you as he peered over his shoulder at Hawks. His smirk ever the more wicked. For half a second, you expected him to unsheath a blade and slice your neck open with precise ease. Instead, when his gaze came back to you, he leaned until his mouth was next to your ear.

“And I think she liked what she saw.” He danced a hand along the front of your dress, hovering above your chest. Your backless dress that, when you got dressed at the last minute, decided to don without a bra, gave you away in the very much not cold room. “Isn’t that right?”

His thumb grazed your hard nipple through the thin fabric, and you let out a shaky breath. You liked it. You shouldn’t have. You really, really shouldn’t have. His whole hand fell to your breast, and he rolled the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, mouth dropping to your neck to press a kiss to your pulse point. He pinched as he bit, moaning at the surprised gasp he had elicited from you.

“Tell him,” he whispered--no, ordered--against you. “Tell the bird over there that you liked what you saw, that it got you all wet and needy.”

Hawks jaw set as his eyes fell over Dabi and you. You moaned when Dabi rolled your nipple between his fingers, and Hawks’ eyes jerked to yours. You had a choice here. A fairly obvious choice. You should’ve put your hands up, said you saw nothing, turned, and left. Hawks knew you wouldn’t say a damn thing, not if it were related to him. Even if it included him fraternizing with a member of the League of Villains. He knew. His gaze practically screamed that at you as he watched you.

But, and maybe this was how Hawks found himself in his current predicament, Dabi’s touch was addictive. As soon as he touched you, it was like a matching being dropped onto kerosene-soaked kindling. And the damn villain knew it, his smile only growing against your neck. His next bite was sharper, meaner.

“Tell him,” he repeated, and Hawks remained stiff, watching your every movement.

Humiliation fell over you as Dabi continued his assault on your chest, your neck, his words a heavy hum in your mind.

“I-It did,” you said at last, and even in the low lighting, you could see the muscle in Hawks’ jaw tense.

Dabi nudged a leg between yours, the same way he had to Hawks earlier, and his other hand came down to your hips. Roughly, he drew your hips along the taut thigh muscle, and the friction that should’ve soothed the ache only made it worse. You closed your eyes, unable to withstand seeing Hawks look at you. Feeling it was already a pleasant torture.

“What were you doing this far out from the party?” Dabi’s voice fanned your shoulder as he pulled the strap of your dress down with his teeth. He nipped along your collarbone and shoulder.

“Bathroom.” It technically wasn’t a lie.

“I asked you what brought you out here. Not why you left it.” He pressed his leg harder, and you reached out, grabbing a fistful of his dark jacket, nails digging into his skin.

Your eyes opened for a brief second and fell to Hawks. And even with his attention elsewhere, Dabi saw. His hand fell from your chest and joined the other on your hip, being reminded of how thin the fabric of your dress was. He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder, staring at the Winged Hero with wild amusement.

“Oh,” he practically sang. He stopped your hips, and you whimpered. “You were out looking for Hawks here.”

Something mischievous glinted in Dabi’s eyes.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask him?” Dabi lowered his leg and jerked you away from the door, flinging you into the Winged Hero’s arms. He caught you without a second thought, eyes giving Dabi an unreadable look before meeting yours. “Or maybe you were hoping to be the one hidden away in a back room with him.”

Your entire body felt flushed. The fabric around your chest was puckered and wrinkled from where Dabi had been teasing your nipples.

“I-I…” What were you supposed to say?

Hawks tipped your chin up, and any semblance of coherent thoughts was gone. The way his mouth twitched told you he already knew the answer was, yes, I wanted to be the one stealing kisses from Hawks. But he didn’t dare let that smile slip. Not enough for Dabi to see.

You were entranced. The way Hawks looked down at you with such heat in his eyes. The way the tension in the room seemed to wrap around you like thick, scratchy rope, tying you between the two men. A trembling breath, a rapidly beating heart, a low chuckle behind you as Dabi sauntered up and sandwiched you in. One of his hands played with the only piece of fabric holding your dress up around you.

“Go ahead, Hawks.” Hawks’ eyes went over your shoulder, no doubt meeting Dabi’s. They held for a long moment; the expression on Hawks’ face didn’t change. “Kiss her.”

Hawks didn’t hesitate. Not even half a second's pause. Before Dabi had even finished speaking, Hawks had his lips on yours. And even with the man behind you--or maybe that part only made it feel far better--Hawks felt perfect against you. He kept the distance between you as his lips touched yours for the first time, feeling like a dream, a fantasy, the impossible that you never thought would come. And then his teeth grazed your bottom lip, tongue following, and you whimpered. So quietly, like you’d meant it only for his ears, and the gap was erased. Nonexistent. It was just his body against yours, yours against his. The faint warmth of the man behind you.

His hands found your cheeks, grazed down along your neck, your arms, waist, hips. If he’d lost the erection between you discovering him and Dabi until now, it was back in full force, pressing firm against you. Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you, right there. You didn’t care about Dabi, even though that should’ve been the first reason why you shouldn’t have wanted Hawks to take you right there.

He broke the kiss, and his grip on your hips tightened. Unsaid words were in that hold. His eyes went to Dabi. It was almost possessive. Protective. Of you.

“What?” Dabi leaned against the wall, grinning smugly. “Not going to share? That’s no fun, Hawks. I think we should ask the lady. She seemed to enjoy my company a few moments ago, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks burned as you peered at the door the villain had you pressed against not more than three minutes ago. You didn’t even need to close your eyes to feel how well his fingers felt against you. How precise he had touched you. Like he knew exactly what you liked. You shouldn’t have enjoyed it. You shouldn’t have wanted more. And, damn it, it was written all over your face.

And for the first time since he said the villain’s name, Hawks spoke.

“Answer him.” His voice was soft yet stern. You swallowed your exhale.

“I did.” You had to force the words out. There was no anger, just the nerve-burning embarrassment that made you want to hide in your room for days.

“Tell ya what, Hawks.” Dabi stepped close against, hand on your shoulder, chin atop that. “I won’t put my dick in her unless she begs for it. My gift to you since you seemed to bring this little gift to us. Deal?”

Hawks hands on your hips twitched, and you could tell he wanted to look at you. His fingers were practically bruising you as he held you. But he kept his gaze fixated on Dabi.

“Deal,” you spoke for the Winged Hero, and Dabi laughed loud and proud, clearly not caring about anyone hearing. Hawks’ hold remained like iron.

“Then,” Dabi muttered as he lifted his head and hooked his finger under that final strap holding up your dress, “why don’t we unwrap our gift?”

He flicked your strap off faster and easier than you’d been expecting; the dress dropped and pooled around your waist, Hawks’ hands keeping it from falling to the floor. His eyes dropped instantaneously, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Dabi’s hands came up from around you and cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as he kissed your neck. His skin seemed to spark against you, and you moaned. Hawks cursed under his breath.

“Such nice tits,” Dabi muttered as he started to roll his hips against your ass, and you realized Dabi was in the exact same boat as Hawks. “Don’t you agree, Hawks?”

Hawks’ hands twitched once more before they lifted, and your dress pooled around your feet. But that was only a momentary thought before Hawks traded places with Dabi, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to kiss, lick, bite, suck as his hands found your chest. They moved with an ease that masked nervousness, but the way he breathed unevenly against your pulse point, pausing before he ran his thumbs over your nipples, gave him away.

Behind you, Dabi kissed your shoulder before abruptly grabbing a fistful of your hair. You gasped, and Hawks pinched your nipples hard. You met Dabi’s merciless gaze, and his lips were on yours. Unapologetically dominant, hungry. He tugged on your hair, making you gasp, and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. A moan escaped you, and Hawks dared to travel downward until his mouth hovered over a nipple. Dabi gave you only a second to meet Hawks’ gaze before Hawks wrapped his mouth around you and sucked sharply. Dabi swallowed your whine as he pressed his bruised lips against yours.

Trembling legs barely held you up as Hawks didn’t stop at your chest. He was on his knees, fingers playing with the tiny bow on your underwear. Two fingers found themselves between your legs, and your eyes widened at how good it felt.

“Oh, Hawks.” Dabi dragged his hand back, grabbing a handful of your ass before smacking it. “She’s soaked. Practically gushing for you.”

You went to bury your head in the crook of Dabi’s neck as if he’d let you hide. Instead, his hand found your chin and jerked you to watch Hawks. You bit your lip as Hawks frustratingly slowly pulled your underwear down your thighs. He sucked in a breath and groaned as he stared at you bare. Your body flushed as you squirmed in Dabi’s hold, unable to withstand Hawks’ sharp, observant stare as he seemed to memorize every naked inch of you. Like he was committing it to memory.

And then his fingers dragged between your folds, and had Dabi not wrapped an arm around your waist, your legs would’ve buckled.

Hawks fingers were precise as he spread your folds and found your clit. Slowly. Gentle. Purposeful circles. Your head fell back against the villain, and he snickered. Then Hawks lowered his head and--oh--that’s when you started to see stars. Dabi had to hold you still. If you thought you were squirming earlier, now you were writhing. It felt impossibly good. Thigh-shakingly good. It was better than you’d ever thought. Better than any wet dream. And that was just his mouth. Then, his fingers teased your entrance and you melted.

The way they curled in time with his mouth sucking, how his speed matched his tongue kitten-licking your clit. You moaned his name unapologetically and he chuckled against you. Dabi’s voice cut into your pleasure-clouded mind.

“Mind if I have some fun too?” His hand lifted to your mouth. “Open.”

You obliged, mostly because Hawks’ fingers curled against your sweet spot, and you couldn’t stop your mouth from gaping open.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now suck.”

Dabi stuck two fingers in your mouth, and you did as you were told. He hummed in satisfaction behind you, the vibrations rocking your whole body. When he finally pulled them free, you were starting to lose focus on anything that wasn’t Hawks. Until Dabi’s hand found itself between your legs, and very much not where Hawks was. You yelped as he pressed one finger against your asshole, pulling it out and running teasing circles over the sensitive skin.

Then he pushed it in again.

“So fucking tight.” Dabi didn’t stop when you pulled against his hold, the pleasure growing as a sharp coil began to twist in your stomach. “Oh, this close already? I know Hawks is good with his mouth, but you really must enjoy having both holes filled if you’re ready to cream all over his fingers. Don’t you?”

You whined in response as Dabi slid another finger into you. His foot nudged Hawks, and the Winged Hero’s movements slowed. Your eyes cracked open, and you saw Hawks waiting with a hint of curiosity behind his gaze.

“I-I do.” You nodded, and Dabi’s arm around your waist tightened.

“Dirty girl.” He curled his fingers. “If we hadn’t noticed you, how long would you have watched us in here?”

“H-Hawks would’ve noticed,” you said.

“And if I hadn’t?” Hawks’ voice was like honey compared to Dabi’s. Rich, golden honey. His next movement was dragging his tongue between your folds, from where his fingers curled inside you to where your clit sat swollen.

“Would you have watched as I would’ve stuffed his tie in his mouth, pressed him against the wall, and fucked him?” Dabi’s voice was no higher than a whisper, and Hawks shuddered below you. “Would you have touched yourself as I did? Enthralled, dripping wet, watching him beg against the fabric to cum?”

Your toes curled in your shoes, and Dabi kicked your legs slightly more open.

“Do you think I’d let him? Hawks is always great at making a convincing case when he fucks himself on my cock, practically using me like a fucking toy. Or, I guess, letting me use him like a toy. A tight fucking toy.” He tried to nudge a third finger in and you yelped. “Just like you.”

The coil tightened. And it tightened hard.

Dabi nudged Hawks again.

“You want to cum? Answer the question.”

Hawks slowed his movements once more, and you wanted to cry.

“Would you have stayed there and gotten yourself off while watching me fuck Hawks? It’s a simple yes or no answer.”

You could hear Dabi’s grin.

Tentatively, not wanting to think about your answer too much, you nodded.

“We need to hear it,” Dabi said. “Yes or no.”

You wrestled with the word for a few seconds, practically spitting it out.

“Yes.”

Dabi laughed as he matched Hawks’ almost desperate pace as he devoured you. Mouth and fingers, he was chasing the orgasm he’d built up within you. Dabi’s hand found your chin, and you opened your eyes, unable to hold Hawks’ gaze as your orgasm, suddenly, unexpectedly, like a bolt of lightning tore through you. Dabi covered your mouth with his hand to muffle the cry that escaped you, a strangled version of Hawks’ name.

You came over his fingers, both sets of eyes watching you like the Winged Hero’s namesake.

Your eyelids felt heavy as Hawks pulled his fingers from you--Dabi next--and you caught Hawks wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand as he tried to steady his breathing. Dabi walked you back towards the wall, lifting one of your legs up and bringing his other hand to your throat.

“Do you want him to fuck you?”

You nodded. “I do.”

“How badly?”

“Desperately,” you croaked out as Hawks rose to his feet. The way he looked at you, leg held open by Dabi, body still strung out from your orgasm, dripping just for him. Because of him. Well, mostly him.

“You going to give the lady what she wants, bird? Cause I wouldn’t mind hearing her beg for me.” Dabi rolled his hips forward. He felt huge against the swell of your ass.

But you weren’t left thinking about that long as Hawks closed the space, hand on your chin, mouth on yours.

“Aw, look at him, being all tender. How sweet.” Dabi’s voice was thick with mockery.

Hawks responded by kissing you harder, guiding your hands down to his belt. His fingers wrapped lightly around your wrists. You looked at him with wide eyes as he broke the kiss for a moment. While you looked at him, he licked his lips and smirked. But there was that nearly impossible to see glint in his eyes. Silently asking if you wanted this. As if you hadn’t made that abundantly clear to him.

You undid his belt, and with swift hands, he undid the rest.

Your mouth watered as he freed himself from his pants, and you reached a hand down, carefully fisting his cock. That earned the quietest, breathiest moan from him as he leaned forward, arms on either side of you, forehead against yours. Dabi scoffed, and you ignored him, continuing the motion until Hawks cursed and pulled you from him.

“Any more of that, and you’ll kill me before I can fuck you.” He nudged your nose with his as he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself in.

For the first, when he was half-sheathed inside you, he waited. He kissed you, his hands went to your hips and took Dabi’s place underneath your knee, pinning your leg up beneath him, and he waited. You stretched around him, adjusting to his cock, and he only moved when you whimpered his name. Not when Dabi muttered, “what a gentleman.” Not when you adjusted your feet, and your abdomen flexed, squeezing Hawks’ cock. Only when his name left you in the sweetest plea.

Then he moved. His head pressed into the crook of your neck, mouth parted, breath fanning against you. Then his hips were flush against yours. And your arms came around him, digging into his back through the jacket, the vest, the shirt. You wanted to feel all of him against you, but you couldn’t. Not here. This was a quick fuck. A quick fuck that, as Hawks languidly pulled out, he seemed to be making last as long as he could.

“Wow, Hawks, should I be jealous?” Dabi’s hand tightened on your throat as the other snuck between you and Hawks, tweaking your nipples as Hawks slowly fucked you. “You’re never this tender with me.”

Hawks laughed and it practically made you float.

“Don’t underestimate this one, Hawks.” Sparks ignited beneath Dabi’s hands, and you moaned. It was just hot enough to sting, but, surprisingly, he kept it dialed back. “I think this one’s kinkier than even I thought.”

The heat intensified, and Hawks’ hips started to snap against you harder. Faster.

Dabi’s hand moved from your chest, and for a second, you thought he was going to go between your legs. If he would’ve touched your clit, you would’ve been done for. That much you knew. But he didn’t. He drifted back to where he’d been before, spitting on his fingers before filling you the same way as before. His fingers were still warm as he stretched you. Hawks’ fucking your cunt and Dabi’s fingers fucking your ass made you clamp your eyes shut. Hawks bit down on your neck, and you threw your head back.

That shame was back. The same shame you’d felt when Dabi first touched you.

You wanted more. You wanted more of him.

“D-Dabi.” His name felt heavy in your mouth. This was your first time with Hawks. Dabi shouldn’t have been on your mind. Tucked into your neck, Hawks’ jaw tensed. His hips snapped against yours with a different fervor.

“Yes?” He didn’t hide the surprise in his voice; in fact, you were sure he heightened it to piss Hawks off.

“I…” You wanted more of him now. “F-Fuck me.”

“Hawks is currently doing that.” He was able to slip a third finger in now. He only pumped it a few times before adding a fourth. You burned, but you weren’t sure if that was from his quirk, the stretch, or both. “And with how tight you’re squeezin’ my fingers, I’d say he’s doing a decent enough job.”

Hawks growled. Growled. And kissed you. Part of you thought it was to shut you up, to keep you from asking--from begging--but it felt a lot more like he was trying to mark you. You were his.

“Remember: beg.” He twisted his hand, curled his fingers. God. Mixed with Hawks, you weren’t going to last much longer. And you wanted to cum with both of them inside of you.

Both of them fucking you.

“Please,” you sobbed as Hawks angled your hips and he hit your sweet spot. “Please fuck me. Please.”

“I’d be happy to.” His belt buckle clinked as he undid it behind you, and you sighed as you felt him spit again and run his cock over your ass. You could feel the same staples along it that ran along his patchworked skin. “Hawks.”

Hawks dropped to lazy thrusts, grumbling curses under his breath.

“Unless you’d prefer for me to go in dry--and you know exactly how that feels--I suggest you-”

“I got it,” the Winged Hero shot back.

He pulled out and you felt empty. You clung to him, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, but held onto him nonetheless. He kissed your jaw as Dabi ran his cock between your folds, gathering your slick--for almost a little too long--letting the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your swollen, throbbing clit. You twitched each time he did, and he snickered. He only lined himself up when Hawks shot him a predatory glare, and you felt Dabi smirk against your shoulder.

Hawks let Dabi go first, murmuring praises in your ear as you took the villain. It burned. It ached. It felt phenomenal. And Hawks pinned Dabi beneath you--clearly knowing the man’s mannerisms too well--and gave you the moments you needed to adjust to the villain’s cock. Rendered speechless, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip. Even slower than before, Hawks pushed himself back in.

Dabi didn’t let you adjust to having both holes filled. With surprising strength, he had one hand on your throat--which continued to burn--and the other on your hips, and he snapped against you. Then Hawks’ hips jerked forward.

All you could do was stay between the two, mouth trapped between your teeth, tears streaming down your cheeks--that Dabi seemed to thoroughly enjoy licking--and take every wave of sharp pleasure they gave you. Then, as Dabi’s thrusts grew rough and Hawks’ grew uneven, Dabi’s hand on your waist dropped to your clit.

“Wanna fuckin feel you cum while you get both holes fucked,” the villain whispered like a threat.

It was almost painful. Not the harsh circles, not Hawks or Dabi slamming into you, not the prickling heat from Dabi’s fingers. The potently, almost unfiltered pleasure that slammed into you as soon as Dabi’s fingers touched your clit. You hadn’t even felt your orgasm building until then. Not until Hawks reangled you, Dabi’s fingers touched you, and the heat around your neck intensified. Then you came.

Hawks’ mouth swallowed the half sob, half cry as you came. He kissed you hard, hips stuttering until his hand slammed on the wall next to you, and he came. Hard. You felt him fill you, his other arm wrapped around you--your leg falling--as he held you as close to him as he could.

Dabi cursed, and you whined as his grip on your neck tightened, and just as blackness started at the edge of your vision did Dabi cum. His hips were flush against yours as he, like Hawks, filled you, and he hummed in satisfaction.

He pulled out first, pushing you forward, spreading you as he watched his cum leak out of you. Then Hawks followed suit, unable to fight the urge to do that same. He kissed you what felt like was going to be a final time as Dabi slid out from beneath you and buckled his belt.

His hand found your chin, still hot, and through teary eyes, he held your gaze.

“If I had a say in it, you’d be keeping that in you until the party ended.” His eyes glittered, and you subconsciously clenched. “Not a drop spilling out.”

“Dabi,” Hawks said. This time, it was his voice with the threat laced in it.

Dabi smirked.

“But, sadly, this is where I say goodbye.” He looked at the Winged Hero. “Bring her to the next meeting. We can do this again.”

He lingered only for a heartbeat before he slipped out the door and you were left with Hawks. Twenty minutes ago, you’d been out standing with your friends, daydreaming about a second dance with the hero. Now, you’d just been fucked by him and one of the most wanted villains.

“Ha-”

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He bent down and picked up your dress and underwear.

“I’m not going to say anything.” He didn’t stop as he guided your underwear up your trembling legs. But he did twitch. Every so slightly. “Not a damn word.”

“I know you won’t,” he muttered.

Next came your dress. Guilt twisted in your gut. Then something much, much deeper. Sharper. Blood-chilling.

“I-If you hadn’t wanted to...with me...and you felt pressured to-”

His eyes widened, and he dropped the straps of your dress before he could right them on your shoulders. Two red deaths came down and finished the process as he cupped your cheeks. There was a desperation in his eyes. On his face. He kissed you, tenderly. Carefully.

“I promise you, I promise you with every feather on my wings, I wanted to. I’ve been wanting to.”

“Then…”

“I just wasn’t imagining fucking you for the first time with...another person there.” He raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dropping to your ass as you turned.

You nodded. You wouldn’t have imagined that either. But...he had been imagining. He’d been imagining being with you.

It seemed that crush was more than just reciprocated.

“So,” he said as he wiped the mascara from underneath your eyes, hand on the small of your back as the two of you left the quaint room. “Next time, it’s going to be just you and me.”

You walked beside each other, hyper-aware of both the men you’d just been with. From the pleasure and the pain radiating through you with each step, from the liquid seeping out of you with each little movement. Hawks stopped next to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you from head to toe. He leaned in, mouth grazing your ear.

“And next time, I’m going to absolutely worship you.”

You inhaled quickly and held that breath as Hawks stepped back.

Footsteps sounded nearby, and you and Hawks parted as a group muttered an excuse me as they stepped into the bathroom.

Hawks stared at you a second longer. Eyes full. Mouth tipped into a sunny smile.

He started to back away and scanned your body once more.

“I still expect that second dance.”

And of all things, as he shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned that boyish grin you’d seen countless times before, he winked.

oh you’re a writer? how’s doing everything you can to avoid writing going?

Redraw of the iconic Naruto & Sasuke kissing scene with Bakugou & Deku.

Since dumbassery runs in my veins, have this 1 am thought

Reki and Langa have TikTok accounts to which they post.

Reki's is just a compilation of things he loves: his skateboarding (and Langa's, a lot of "so this is what's happening and how to do it"), his art, little personal rants, and tiktok equivalents of shitposts. He's got a small fan base, mostly people who want skateboarding instructions from him since he's a good teacher

LANGA HOWEVER ACCIDENTLY BLOWS UP. He didn't mean to at all, but this kid is very gay and very much with Canadian settings, which means he ends up on the English speaking FYPs. And if there's one thing GayTok likes, it's funky little gays. So when he has a whole minute of him filming Reki doing tricks on his board with a voice over of him just gushing about how cute Reki is, he goes viral. (and yes, his comment section is filled with "HE WAS A SKATER BOY BUT DID YOU SAY SEE YOU LATER BOY?")

Langa has no idea what to do when his follower base skyrockets overnight. And Reki's account also blasts off since Langa did tag him. And it ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT HELP THAT REKI HAS NO IDEA WHY LANGA'S VIDEO WENT VIRAL AND LANGA REFUSES TO TELL HIM THAT ITS BECAUSE HE WAS GAY ON MAIN.

Anyway, one crisis later, with god knows how many people screaming about how they'd be so cute together, they cause a shitton of confusion and chaos with a 10 second video which is just they stare at each other, smile, and Langa pulls Reki close, but before it's seen if they kiss or not, the screen goes black. And the caption is "Two best friends in a room, they might kiss."

So they mess with the hearts of way too many people. Between their usual posts, Reki's skating instruction videos, Langa's "you weebs all want to live here but you don't actually know what it's like" rants, they post the chaos videos, the ones where people just want to know if they're together or not. They even post one that's essentially "I'm sorry everyone, but we're extremely straight best friends" when there's very clearly a gay flag behind them.

After months of causing chaos, they finally do confirm that they are in fact dating with a blooper vid of them laughing before kissing. The internet explodes at that moment and they're left high on the feeling of all the chaos they caused

Just a Friendly Favor

Hawks x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: After Hawks discovers that you‘ve never received oral, he offers to show you what you’ve been missing out on

Warnings: dirty talk, wet dreams, cocky hawks, teasing, so so so much fem receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, yearning & longing, a smidge of angst, friends to lovers, some embarrassment/humiliation

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day. There might be a part two if y’all like this one. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

It was a sunny day. Nothing quite out of the ordinary. A few clouds in the sky, a nice breeze to combat the warm sun. A rooftop to rest on while you sipped on iced coffee. People below having idle conversations, a momentary break with no crime. Just waiting to hear the help or the chime of your phone calling you to a fire or a robbery.

It was just a normal day, a normal break, a normal conversation with The Winged Hero that spotted you during patrol.

You felt your cheeks burn and your heart leap to life in your chest. Your voice twisted into a knot in your throat as you ignored his question, replaying how your conversation had taken such a turn. It wasn't the first time your conversations had dwelled into that territory, but that was usually when the sun was down, you were alone in a small room where the air felt too thick and your breathing was too heavy, and it was past the hour of smart choices. Like you were daring your friendship. Played chicken with how far you could push it, how many steps you could take over the fading line in the burning sand.

But it was never out in the open, sun high, Hawks staring at you like he'd heard the most ridiculous thing in his life.

"Not a single person you've been with has ever gone down on you?" Hawks cocked a brow, leaning over until you had to meet his gaze.

Words tangled in your throat like headphones in a pant pocket. You shrugged in response. You'd only been with a handful of people, and it was never something that was checked off the list. There were other forms of foreplay, sure, but the encounters never lasted long enough for that to happen.

Hawks frowned, a rare sight on his usually cheery face. He pushed his goggles to the top of his head and looked out over the skyline. Pulling another rare card: silence. Letting it fall between you as his brows pinched, losing himself in whatever thoughts were flying through his head. His unchanging expression gave no hint as to what they were. Pity? Curiosity? Disbelief?

A quiet Hawks made your nerves twist. So you did all you could think of: broke the tension.

"Asking me as if you ever have the time to do anything yourself." You laughed awkwardly. "I mean, as if you have time to do that with your partners."

Hawks didn't respond for a moment. Letting the honking cars and the rustling of the aesthetically planted trees fill the space. When he finally responded, his voice was quiet and husky. Filled with certainty and confidence only he could exude. Making the vast open space feel like a windowless closet, not enough space between you to even breathe without touching.

"On the contrary, it's what I spend the most time doing. Knowing I can make my partner cum over and over just from my mouth?" His eyes shot to you. "It's one of my favorite things."

You were holding your breath. You had no reason to be, and as your lungs started to burn, you realized you hadn't responded. But how were you supposed to? What were you even supposed to say? This wasn't the first time one of your conversations had ventured into this territory, with the mention of romantic and sexual partners, but never so explicit. And never so casually.

Many things came to mind, many of which you couldn't say. None of which you would say as your tongue felt too heavy in your frustratingly dry mouth.

You were saved by the sound of Hawks' phone chiming. His serious expression shifted as he glanced down at it. You recognized the familiar notification of a call for help. A fire had broken out and his help was needed to rescue those trapped inside. You took an impossibly slow breath as Hawks stood, stretching out his wings and sighing.

"Thanks for the coffee," Hawks mused, that familiar heart-stopping smirk creeping onto his lips. It stole the breath from your lungs as soon as it got there. "I'll see you later, (Y/N)."

He left you, as he left everyone, in the dust on the roof. Left to your endless thoughts roaming between harmless curiosities to what-ifs that previously had only made appearances when you were lying in bed alone at night. When the moon was high, your covers were kicked from your bed as you tossed and turned, and the ache that made your entire body restless took over. Dragged your mind down into the depths that sprouted from those nights with Hawks. Where your friendship blurred. Where the lightest touch that would otherwise mean nothing turned into a world of possibilities. Hands grazing as you reached for the same drink. The way his eyes watched your mouth even when you stopped speaking. How nice his body felt beneath yours as you slept on your couch, exhausted from a day of patrolling.

Then your phone chimed. A sidekick calling about a nearby incident. You took one final sip of your drink, burying down the image of Hawks kissing down your stomach, hands pressing your thighs open, his breath tickling you where you ached. You were never so thankful for getting called to work. It was the perfect excuse to prevent your mind from wandering far beyond the line of your and Hawks' friendship.

And it worked for the rest of the day. Until you got home, exhausted, drained to the point that, as soon as your head hit your pillow, you were out cold. There was no peaceful drifting into the world of dreams that people often romanticize. It was like you were thrown into a pit of darkness, swallowed by sleep, and spit out into a dream right in the middle of the action. No recollection of how you'd gotten there, but you were pressed against a wall, dress pushed up around your waist.

You blinked down, unable to fully see what was laid out before you. But you could feel it. Hands on your hips, holding them firmly back against the wall. A mouth kissing along bare skin, following the curve of your hip. Fingers tickling your skin, parting folds, making you gasp as they teased exactly where you wanted them. Pushing into you as the kisses moved downward. A mouth hovering over your clit.

"It really is," they spoke, a voice you'd recognize in an instant, "one of my favorite things."

You felt his tongue first. Flat against your clit. Then his lips closed around it and sucked. Your eyes shut, hands searching for purchase in his golden hair, back arching off the wall as his fingers curled inside you. Like he knew every inch of you and knew exactly how to make you squirm. And then it bled into so much it felt like nothing.

Like you were having an out-of-body experience. Left with only a taste of Hawks, well, tasting you. You tried with more might than you wished to admit to get back to your body. To feel the pleasure that, as you continued to writhe around, Hawks was clearly giving you. But it was like your legs were too heavy. Your eyes couldn't quite open enough. Your mind was processing directions too slowly. By the time you finally returned to your senses, when you were finally able to return to the moment, you felt like you were on the edge. The pleasure so close that you were going to burst yet entirely out of reach as, suddenly, you woke up to your alarm. Yanking you from the dream so hard you were sure you woke up with whiplash. Gasping as sweat slicked your body. Trying your best to ignore other slick parts of you.

A week passed with the same nightly occurrence. While you didn't see Hawks in person—not an uncommon occurrence given your busy schedule—you saw him every night in your dreams. Those of which were quickly becoming nightmares with how desperate they left you. Only with a tease of possibility, a taste of what it might feel like before you woke up having felt edged and unsatisfied. But you never gave in to the ache. A pang of embarrassment kept your fingers from drifting between your legs. If Hawks ever found out what you were dreaming about, how you'd woken up from said dreams and how you'd wanted to take care of that need? You were sure you'd never live it down.

So you lived with the ache. The throbbing need. Blue balling yourself so hard you had to throw yourself into your work harder than before. More hours patrolling, fewer breaks, rarely checking your personal messages. Distractions until you didn't need them anymore. But the dreams, the spiraling thoughts into the depths of Hawks that crept in during milliseconds of downtime, didn't stop. And they seemed to have no schedule of doing so.

It was a special kind of torture. One that kept you from talking to and seeing your friend while constantly thinking about them. It meant ignoring their calls and texts as you lay in bed wishing they were there beside you. Repeating every little skin-tingling thing they've said as you try to fight how they make your heart race.

No, that wasn't torture. Not compared to the evening you'd spent patrolling, came home and showered, and stepped out to hear a rapping on your balcony door. And there was only one person in your life who would show up on your balcony and so nonchalantly knock on the glass door. And he stood there, red wings basking in the moonlight, goggles on his head, eyes glittering as soon as they saw you.

"Hi," he cooed as you slid the door open, a small smile on his lips.

You tried to control the emotions that were spinning out inside you.

"Hi," you echoed back at him. Voice soft, stiff.

He leaned back against the railing of your balcony and took a slow breath, studying you dressed solely in an oversized tee-shirt and shorts so short they were hidden beneath your top.

"I wanted to apologize." He watched you closely as he spoke. "On the roof that afternoon, I hadn't meant to overstep. I'm sorry if I crossed a line with what we talked about.”

You blinked at him. You hadn't even thought about that aspect. Not during your avoidance of Hawks' calls and texts. It took a second before you could speak, but you managed to find your voice. Even if it came out a little too loud.

"No." You coughed to try and cover up the sudden volume. Trying to hide the neediness in your voice, hoping he hadn't noticed. "You didn't. I've just...been busy."

You weren't a liar when it wasn't necessary for battle or a mission. You could pull a mean poker face when needed and could monologue to distract a villain long enough to capture them. But lying to Hawks about something so intimate? An impossible task.

And Hawks absolutely knew it.

"Busy?" His mouth tipped into a smirk as he studied you. Eyes lingering over your bare thighs as he scanned down your torso. "Really?"

"Yeah," you stuttered out the word. "Busy."

Hawks nodded and pulled a hand free from a glove, removing his goggles from his head before running his hand through his hair. You watched as his fingers combed the gold strands, and Hawks cocked a brow. You hoped he hadn't heard your choked gasp as you thought back to your many dreams where you got to tangle your hands in his hair.

Then he smirked. He knew. Observant bastard. He knew.

"You sure everything's alright?" Hawks pushed off the railing and stepped towards you. It took everything in you not to blurt out something silly. "Cause you seem wound up a little tight."

He reached a hand up and—still gloveless—pinched your chin. He narrowed his eyes as he studied you. You couldn't hear the sound of the wind over your heart in your ears. His touch tingled against you. And despite not wanting to say anything stupid, your breath hitching was more than enough to compensate for that as Hawks touched you. As he stepped closer and closed the gap.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

This wasn't the first time you'd been this close. A few months back, you'd come close to kissing. Dangerously close. Mouths hovering, breathing heavy, a drink of liquor blurring away your ability to make smart choices. You would've kissed had Hawks' phone not dinged and a sobering wave of realization of what was about to happen dawned on you. You never talked about it after. But it didn't stop the small moments. Like Hawks on your balcony with very little space between you, his hand holding your chin, asking you to tell him what had you so wound up.

Him. It was all him. The dream version and the one standing before you. The cocky bastard with his knowing smirk like he could tell exactly what you were thinking. Like he knew every wet dream you'd had about him.

"It's complicated," you murmured. Voice as rough as sandpaper. Wind whipping the warm air around you.

"Uncomplicate it." Hawks met your gaze. "I want to help."

You couldn't help it. But you laughed. A little dryer than you'd meant, but it was his fault you'd started thinking about him between your legs in the first place.

"I...can't." You weren't sure what else you were supposed to say.

Hawks went quiet and you expected him to step back, say goodnight, and be on his way. To your surprise, he didn't.

"Does it have to do with our conversation on the rooftop?"

Your hesitation was answer enough for him. In an attempt to come up with the best answer, it seemed that lingering silence was more than enough. Hawks took a deep breath, his feathers rustling. His hand twitched on your chin before it slid back, gliding across your jaw. You nearly stumbled back at the movement, biting your lip to prevent a gasp from sneaking out.

"(Y/N)," Hawks said so softly you barely registered it. "Let me make it up to you."

"You have nothing to-"

"Let me make it up to you," he repeated, mouth moving to hover over yours.

A beat of silence, your brain scrambling with his mouth so close to yours.

"How?" You weren't sure why you were asking. Hawks was going to tell you regardless. Even if he didn't owe you anything.

He shifted. Leaning forward until his mouth was beside your ear. His breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

"Let me make up for how your previous partners have been lacking." His next breath came out ragged. Your heart surely had come to a stop in your chest. You swallowed hard, rushing to process Hawks' words to make sure you hadn't misheard him.

"W-What?"

You pulled back as much as you could manage, meeting Hawk's gaze. Those gold irises darkened and glittered. Pupils blown and nearly swallowing the rich color. You felt floaty under his stare, feeling your heartbeat over every inch of you. That ache you woke up with every morning was back tenfold. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive in all the ways you'd dreamt; his feathers stiff on his wings as he waited. Struggling not to fill the silence as you took shallow after shallow breath.

"Let me show you," he said as his eyes dropped over your chest, stomach, and down to where the hem of your shirt covered, "what you've been missing."

And then Hawks said the unexpected in a voice so strained it shattered what little sanity you had left. What was keeping him on the patio and you inside your apartment. It croaked out of him in a voice dripping with as much need as you were sure you were dripping with. Just a simple, desperate please.

Hawks was always particular about his behavior. Every action he'd taken, every word he'd said, every smile he's given. It'd always been deliberate. He'd always oozed charisma, whether it's practiced or genuine. He could have a reporter or fan blushing and blubbering from a little look and a lean. Add a few flirtatious words, and you were sure they would've combusted on the spot.

He rarely ever lost control, rarely ever let that facade slip. Not unless there was a purpose. Not if there was a chance the cameras might catch it.

You'd seen the confidence. You'd seen the charisma. But you'd never seen it so outwardly directed at you when Hawks was so obviously not playing a role. So you blamed your response on that. It was the only option when you nodded your head and whispered the quietest okay. And with a swiftness you only saw in battle, Hawks was inside your apartment, balcony door shut, blinds drawn, your back pressed against it.

You'd thought about kissing him a few times even before your almost kiss. And you'd certainly thought about it many times after. But when his lips met yours in a slow, hungry kiss that was meant to tease, it was better than you'd ever imagined. It made your head spin, the way his mouth melded with yours. How his hands found their way into your hair and tugged, tongue grazing your lip as you gasped. It was a preview. An example of what he could do with his tongue before he got to the main act.

He didn't have to kiss you, not when all you'd agreed to was him putting his tongue somewhere else, but you weren't going to complain. You weren't going to stop. You couldn't stop, not when it finally felt like you'd gotten a sip of water after a day without it. Not when Hawks made your entire body burn and all he was doing was kissing you.

"How can I have you?" He asked as he nipped along your jaw, hands dropping to your hips with a deliciously tight grip.

You responded with a whimper in the vein of a what? Hawks smirked against you, fingers slowly bunching up the fabric of your shirt.

"Do you want to stay in this?" He tugged on your shirt. "Or do you want to lay bare?"

A groan slipped out and you mentally cursed yourself. He had such a potent effect on you that it was worrisome. Another whispered curse followed when his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts, the tips tickling beneath your navel, and he pulled up.

"Or if you wish to keep these on as well. I can make that work too. I like a challenge."

The tiny bit of friction that came from Hawks' tug drove you up the wall. You immediately wanted more, and you would give it to him with just the muttering of the words. All he had to do was ask.

He tugged on them a few more times before he kissed down your neck, only lingering a moment, and then he was on his knees. He looked up at you with an innocence so mocking that it should've sparked anger in you. And then he leaned forward and kissed exactly where your clit was through your shorts. Pressing his tongue hard so you could feel it through the fabric and your eyes fluttered closed.

"You haven't answered me, (Y/N)." He twirled his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, stealing a bit of your underwear with them. "Tell me what I am allowed to have and what I am allowed to do."

You barely managed to breathe out an off. Hawks had you in the palm of his hand, giving you a feigned sense of control, when he knew exactly how you turned to putty under his touch.

Slowly, he tugged your shorts down. "So I can have these off?"

You nodded, breathing going rapid as he pulled them down your legs.

"And what about these?" He didn't touch you, forcing you to open your eyes to see him staring at your underwear. His eyes met yours. "And do you want me to stop after just one? Or am I allowed to go until you can't give me any more? Because I will tongue fuck you until I get every last drop, (Y/N)."

Even if you could speak, you weren't sure what you could say in response. But Hawks had successfully stolen your voice. Along with any coherent thoughts. All you could do was stare at him as you soaked your underwear, inching closer to him, discovering just how much he affected you.

"And tell me," he murmured, his fingers coming up and gently flicking over the crotch of your underwear. He cocked a brow and from even the light touch, you knew he could feel how badly you wanted this. Wanted him. But he continued on with his previous point, his fingers twitching to go back and touch what he'd just gotten a slight taste of. He held his hand beside his face and wiggled his fingers lazily. "Am I allowed to use these, too?"

You said his name. It was meant to be a warning, but it came out far closer to a plea. A beg. You wanted him to touch you. More than you wanted anything at that moment. And all it did was make Hawks' grin widen and his eyes flicker with mischief.

Carefully rising to his feet, Hawks leaned forward, making sure his lips grazed yours. "You have until we get to your bedroom to decide your answers to those questions. Otherwise," Hawks said as he nipped at your bottom lip, "I'm leaving you just like this. And the offer's off the table."

Hawks had more control than you did. He'd proven it ten times over during your friendship. So it was an easy threat. One he wouldn't hesitate to follow through with. So you had to have answers for him. Even if your mind struggled to make them as you were guided to your bedroom, thoughts scrambling to form proper sentences. But you couldn't get a grasp on the words. As soon as they came, they left. So you worked with what you could manage, blurting them out as soon as Hawks closed your bedroom door.

"Whatever you want. You can have whatever you want."

Hawks stopped, hand on your doorknob, seeming to slow his breathing before he turned to face you. He stalked towards you like a feline at its prey.

"Really?" He took a slow step forward.

You nodded.

"So I can have you naked, entirely bare to me?" He hooked two fingers underneath the hem of your shirt. You nodded. "And I can lick that pretty clit until you can't cum anymore?"

You nodded again, barely able to hold eye contact.

"And I can plunge my fingers as deep as you'll take them so I can feel every little squeeze of that cunt as I devour you?"

"Yes," you squeaked out, and it almost looked like something feral inside Hawks snapped.

"Then get on the bed. Now."

You did as you were told, crawling back onto your mattress, Hawks stalking after you. You expected claws tearing your shirt off. Knees nudging your legs apart as he went directly for the kill. But he kissed you slowly, swallowing every moan and sigh that slipped from you as his hands slid over your ribs. They took your shirt with them, only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. And as his eyes dropped to your chest, you felt his hips twitch between your legs, something hard pressing against your cunt as Hawks seemed to memorize your chest. Nipples hard and taut, goosebumps covering your skin as the faint chill from your AC kicked in.

"Go ahead," you muttered, praying that you were reading Hawks' expression right. And the way his eyes shot to yours told you that you had.

"I'm here to taste that sweet cunt, (Y/N)." He started to kiss down your chest, stopping over your breasts. He flicked his tongue out just enough for it to brush a nipple. A fleeting touch as he continued to kiss down your stomach. "Another time, and I will lavish that chest with the attention it deserves."

Another time.

Your breath hitched. A thought you couldn’t dwell on as Hawks smirked, hooking his fingers over the crotch of your underwear, lazily pulling them down. He guided them down your thighs, over your knees, from around your ankles, before acting almost bored as he dropped them to the floor.

"But now," he cooed as he dropped to his stomach, pushing your thighs as wide as they'd go, "I have to show you what you've been missing out on."

He parted your folds with his fingers, wasting no time in groaning and gathering your wetness on his fingers. He used his thumb and forefinger to hold them open as he blew gently on your clit, licking his lips as he smirked.

"Someone's excited." He leaned forward and barely let the tip of his tongue swipe against your clit. You jolted at the minimal contact. "Just for me?"

He was waiting for a response. He kept you spread wide, mouth hovering, waiting for you to answer him. You glanced down at him and you practically felt yourself getting wetter. He hadn't even done anything, and he was already driving you mad.

"Yes," you said, and it wasn't a lie. "Just for you."

"Good girl," he cooed. "Now, if you want me to stop, just say the word. Alright?"

You nodded, and Hawks gave you a pointed look. Blew gently on your clit and waited.

"Alright," you said, strained.

"Atta girl."

He gave you one final smirk before his mouth was put to use. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked ever-so-gently. Careful in his movements, delicate and precise, making sure to draw out every possible ounce of pleasure he could get from you. Flattening his tongue against your clit and licking slow lines. Pushing your legs up and open and sucking softly. Letting the tip of his tongue circle and lick your clit in rapid succession, switching between rapid flicks and slow licks. His mouth dipping lower, tongue prodding at your entrance. Never giving you too much at once, eyes occasionally bouncing up to yours to study your expression. Repeating what made you tense and tremble, obviously in no rush to finish the job.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he teased your clit over and over. It felt so good. Impossibly so. Endlessly better than your dreams. Your Dreams. You groaned, remembering all the nights you'd dreamt of this, of all the mornings you'd woken up wishing you had just let your fingers drift between your legs. Making you feel exactly how Hawks was. So close. So impossibly close. You never got the release with dream Hawks. Always woke up before you could cum. But Hawks, the one actually between your legs, was on a mission. And the dedication and determination he was putting in was pushing you closer and closer. Your body started to shake and your brows pinched. Not once had you ever thought Hawks would end up between your legs, giving you exactly what you'd been dreaming about. Fantasying about.

And then his head lifted.

"I must not be doing that good of a job if you're lost in thought," Hawks' voice penetrated your thoughts. It was rhetorical, of course. Hawks knew he was driving you absolutely mad. So much so that you could barely process anything except the pleasure.

It wasn't a question, but the way Hawks lifted his head and swapped his tongue for a finger, slowly circling your clit to the point where your trembling thighs had no chance of stopping, told you he wanted an answer.

"Tell me," he murmured, running his finger a little slower. Counterintuitive as it just drew the pleasure out in longer waves. "What could possibly draw your attention away from this?"

Your heart fell into your stomach, twisting and turning as you grew closer to the edge even from just one of Hawks fingers on your clit. The slow circles making you close to begging for more. For his tongue to go back to massaging your clit, for his finger to just go faster, or to even dip lower and slip inside you. You couldn't tell him you'd dreamt of him. He'd never let you live that down. As if he was ever going to let you live this down. You could ignore an almost kiss. You couldn't ignore Hawks having his tongue inside you.

"I was just thinking about..." You swallowed, trying to fight the way you stuttered through your words. "How much better this is than when I dreamt about it."

Hawks' eyes narrowed. Sharpened.

"Dreamt of it? With me?"

"With you."

Hawks' finger stopped for half a second, his eyes closed, head hung a bit. His hair tickled your abdomen as he let out a shaky breath.

"I want to know every detail of those dreams." He lowered his head back down as his finger worked a little faster, circling your swollen clit with precise circles and a speed meant to jerk you close to the edge. "Another time. But, Christ, I want to know them. But right now, I want to make those dreams a reality for you. So," Hawks said as he opened his eyes and peered up at you. "I'm not stopping until you really give me every last drop."

His tongue replaced his finger, and he didn't stop the fast kitten licks even as your back arched off the bed and the coil in your abdomen tightened. Not when you said his name, a mantra on your lips as if you were trying to warn him. Nor when your hands anxiously shot to his hair to try and get a grip on something. Because you were so close. So close. And Hawks knew it. Never—not once—backing off as your heels searched for traction on your bed. They slid as you pressed your head back into your pillow, hips pressing up against his face.

"Hawks, Hawks, Hawks," you pled.

And then he wrapped his lips around your clit and hummed. Sucking as the vibrations rocked you right over the edge. Without any restraint, without any mercy. Like he shoved you off a crumbling edge, down into the depths below, his feathers falling around you as you tumbled.

You came. And you came hard. Digging your nails into Hawks’ scalp, tugging on his hair, kicking out at the bed as you came. Every muscle in your body tensing as you writhed beneath him.

Hawks lifted his head only when you tugged gently on his strands, unable to handle the light licks of his tongue on your throbbing clit. His mouth twitched into a smirk as he looked at you, mouth glistening. He licked his lips and cocked a brow.

"Good girl." He ran his thumb lazily over your clit. Smirking as you jerked with each graze. He gave no warning for his thumb speeding up and his other hand pressing two fingers against your entrance. "Now give me another."

And you did. Taking his fingers knuckle deep, eyes closing as his thumb practically abused your clit and his fingers worked your cunt. Over and over until your back bowed and you came around his fingers. But he didn't remove them from you. Just switching his thumb for his mouth and went for another. And another. Until tears were streaming down your cheeks, your body hurt from the tensing muscles and the exertion, and you came more times than you could count on one hand. Hawks knew after the first one how to get you off with his mouth. Knew how to get you off with his fingers after the second. And he showed you just how good his memory was, how dedicated he was to getting you off, with each orgasm he tore from you.

Sweat soaked you and your sheets, and your wetness dripped down your thighs as Hawks continued to finger fuck you, his fingers squelching with each pump.

"H-Hawks," you begged, gasping when he pulled his fingers from you. He licked them clean before propping his chin in one hand and eyeing you.

"Done already?"

You stole a glance at your nightstand's clock. Hours. Hours had passed. You weren't sure you could give him anymore. You hadn't been keeping track, but you knew it was getting close to hitting double digits. If it hadn't already.

Your eyes fell to the way Hawks' hips were pressed against the bed. He could have as much control as he wanted, but he had to have been hurting. You'd noticed it earlier, hours earlier, and a dangerous thought came to mind that you immediately quelled. This was already friendship-altering. You couldn't ignore this like you could a potential kiss. And if this was just a one-time thing, even if Hawks had said another time, you couldn't risk ruining what little bits you had left with asking him to fuck you.

You wanted him to, badly. To practically fuck you into the mattress.

"And here I was hoping to get at least five more out of you." He ran his thumb over your clit, and you jumped so hard that Hawks laughed. "But I wouldn't wanna abuse this pretty pussy too much."

He kissed your clit one final time before he pushed himself up from your bed, giving you a sight of exactly how much he had to have been struggling. His loose pants did nothing to hide the tent of his erection. He followed your gaze and gave you the same smirk he always did.

"Don't." He crawled over you and pressed his mouth to yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue, as he kissed you dumb. "You're already exhausted." His nose nudged yours. "I did what I said I’d do. And you, well, came like you were supposed to."

There was the faintest hint of bittersweet in his voice. He hoisted you up from the bed, giving you no time to register his body leaving yours before you were in his arms.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

He carried you into your bathroom and started the shower.

"Join me," you muttered, barely able to stand. You leaned on him for support when he sat you down.

"Wow, and here I thought you were spent." Hawks pulled the curtain back and guided you in.

"Will you be here when I get out?" Your eyes felt heavy as the warm water washed over you.

"You already know the answer to that." For the first time that night, his smile wavered. His jaw clenched. His wings tensed.

You started to say his name, but he drew you into another kiss, not caring about the water wetting his hair, his face, his clothes. That bittersweet feeling was back. An uncertainty that you couldn't tell came from you, Hawks, or maybe the both of you. His tongue grazed yours once before he was gone, two feathers left behind to close the shower curtain behind him.

You leaned against the freezing wall and listened to the water circle down the drain knowing Hawks wasn't going to be there when you got out.

You had no idea what came next, but you knew it wasn't going to be putting this night behind you. Even if you wanted to, it was imprinted on you like Hawks' fingertips on your thighs. And you weren't sure whether you were excited or nervous to see Hawks after this.

Only time could tell.

And it was going to be a fair amount of time before you saw Hawks again. Despite your own desires to see him sooner.

When you got out of the shower, you dreamt of the nights you and Hawks had spent the night together, bodies pressed together and hearts racing, hands never roaming. Of the days you spent patrolling together, attending events, bitching about responsibilities.

Of him spending the night beside you that night, ignoring how empty your bed felt without him beside you.

You weren’t sure what was supposed to come next, but when you woke up sore and spent the next morning, you couldn’t stop the ache in your chest as you thought about Hawks. And what you lost in what you’d gained last night.

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