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'' FIRE AND WINGS DON'T MIX ,,

|| pairing: dabi x gn!reader x hawks / touya todoroki x gn!reader x keigo takami

|| warnings: established relationship, sfw headcanons, i go between "dabi" and "touya" a lot, sorry :(

|| btw, dabi is in rehab cause i want him to be, also he ends up as a pro hero in the end

|| word count: 2.0k

|| You, Keigo and Dabi and been dating for a few months by now. Let's just say... Endeavor's not the happiest about it. Neither are your own parents. Is it cause they hate polyamorous people? No. Is it cause they're generally homophobic? No. It's cause Dabi's a damned criminal (your family) and that Hawks is annoying as hell (Endeavors reasoning).

|| Do any of ya'll listen? Hell no. Now onto the headcanons.

|| You, Dabi and Keigo have your own places. Dabi lives with Endeavor (unwillingly) as you live in your own smaller apartment as Keigo lives in his damned penthouse. It's safe to say, when the three of you hangout you stay at Keigo's place. It's bigger, he has nicer things, and no one else lives with him. Safe to say you and Dabi even have your own towels, some clothes and toothbrushes there. It's like you live there 2/3rds of the time. Only reason you don't move out is cause you guys only started dating a few months ago.

|| PDA? Non existant, at least with you and Dabi. Dabi generally doesn't like PDA, is it for shame reasons? No, he just doesn't like it. He'd rather keep his scary, mysterious facade up in public, and you just get embarrassed easily. The most you two do is a peck on the cheek or holding hands, that's it.

|| With Keigo or all three of you on the other hand, oh PDA is a must have. Keigo loves holding both of your guys' hands, whether he's alone with Dabi or if he's alone with you or if all three of you are out. He loves giving kisses, holding hands, holding your waists. Now if you or Dabi hold onto him, he's SWOONING.

|| Jealousy? Only at some scenarios. And it's only for petty things. Let's say all three of you are at Keigo's place, if one of you guys are only showing attention to one, oh jeez. Dabi makes a whole fuss, he pretends he doesn't even wanna be there. Says shit like "No, don't even touch me fuck you" then reaches out to cuddle both of you. If Keigo's feeling left out he'll puff his wings out and brush his feathers against you two. Sending them in a flurry and you find yourself in a pile of his feathers as you both give him small kisses. However you react is your own choice, but whatever you do they both end up kissing your face all over and you rest your head on Keigo's chest and hold Dabi's hands.

|| However, if we're talking there's someone hitting on one of you guys.. Oh it's interesting. If someone's hitting on Keigo, it made sense. He was a pro hero, number two at that, and absolutely GORGEOUS. You and Touya had a protocol for this. As Keigo would turn the person down, you'd snake your arm around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder as Touya wrapped his arms around Keigo's neck and rested his head on the other shoulder. Both of you having smug smiles. If Touya's the one getting hit on, oh boy. If Touya hadn't already scared the person off himself, again there was a protocol to this. Keigo would go over first, putting his head on Touya's shoulder while you held his hands and kissed his knuckles softly, safe to say the person was scared off. Lastly, if you were hit on... Touya might just kill the person /j nah nah, he reformed... Touya would wrap his arm around your shoulders as Keigo wrapped his arm around your waist. Both absolutely GLARING at the person hitting on you. Scary dog privilege. Touya's the more.. Jealous one in the three of you? Like, would definitely ask a bunch of questions to you and Keigo like "Who're you going out with?" "Where are you going?" "You better be back soon."

|| In the winter, oh you know you and Keigo take advantage of Dabi's quirk. He can warm up his body (at least in my mind) without actually setting on fire. So, after a long cold day on patrol for Keigo and a long day at work for you, you both snuggle up against Dabi, wrapping your limbs against his body, getting as much warmth as you can as Keigo drapes his wings across all of you. Is Dabi absolutely steaming and wishing you'd both get off him? Yeah, he's sweating balls, but you two just ignore it.

|| One of the best dates you all went on? When Mr. Billionaire Hero rented out the whole aquarium to have a date with you and Touya. The only people there being the workers, which was maybe 4 or 5 people at MOST. It was peaceful, you were geeking out over the smallest fish to the biggest shark, while Touya admired the water, it was also pretty chilly in the aquarium. Not to the point you had to have layers, but it was nice and cool, he appreciated it. Then there was Keigo, being head over heels for both you and Touya. He just kept his eyes on both of you, of course he was listening to whatever you were rambling about but.. What can he say? His partners were just to pretty not to stare at.

|| Arguments? You three have had arguments before. Of course, all of them ended in hugs, kisses, apologies and make up dates, but there were a lot of times that you and Touya went to sleep with just each other in Keigo's apartment because he was working. Another argument starter was that there were a lot of times where you and Keigo had to deal with Touya's pissy mood without him telling you guys what's wrong, or deal with him ghosting you both because he's shit at communication. Biggest problem with Keigo was that he was to much of a workaholic and would bail on date nights or sleepovers because he was to busy. Biggest problem with Touya was that he was terrible with communication, he'd never say his problems because he saw it as weakness. You three get through it, of course, but it took a lot of work.

|| Who cooks? You. Keigo and Touya can't cook for shit. If you can't cook either, you're all fucked. Keigo can't cook because the commission never taught him to, and Touya was never taught either, his mom always cooked or he stole something after his "death." One time you came over to Keigo's penthouse to have a date night with the two of them, just staying in though, but what did you find? The fire alarm going off, black smoke all around the halls, and screaming. You thought they started to fight like villain and hero again, but nope. They were trying to cook. Touya tried to cook the stuff on his body because "it'd be faster" and "we wouldn't have to use electricity" and dumbass Keigo agreed to it. You helped clean up the mess and just decided to order in. That was the last time you'd ever let them try to cook.

|| Gifts? Keigo buys the most gifts for you and Touya. He's the richest, so it made sense. A lot of gifts Touya gave were home made shit or something he stole. You found it endearing, Keigo found it terrible and made him give it back. He is NOT losing one of his partners for stealing a 15$ plushie. Keigo's gifts were extravagant, of course. He'd buy you and Touya the most expensive jewelry, especially piercing jewelry for Touya since he knows he has like over 10 piercings. Keigo HAS planned a surprise vacation trip to some sort of private island for the three of you to have a weekend to relax. It was welcomed with open arms, it was just... A lot. You two didn't complain though. Your pretty boy boyfriend pampering both of you? Oh fuck yes.

|| How you get along with their friends? You get along with Keigo's friends pretty well! His friends being Mirko, Tokoyami and Endeavor... He's not as social as he seems. You and Mirko HAVE hungout together before, she's really funny and a little loud but she's fun to be around. You've met Tokoyami on multiple occasions and Keigo acts as if he's his big brother/uncle. It's so funny. Tokoyami's not the biggest fan of Touya but he's warmed up to him. Baby steps, baby steps. (They've shit talked, lovingly, about Keigo before.)... You don't like Endeavor. He's big, he's scary, and he always seems grumpy and after hearing Touya's past, you're so confused how Keigo could still hang around him normally. I mean, Touya lived with him.. And he seemed to be getting better and making up for what happened. But still.

|| With Touya's friends, aka The League of Villains.. You were scared when you first met them. Safe to say you're closest with Compress since he seemed the most chill. Toga did say she wanted to stab you, which was fun. Touya explained that's just her way of saying she liked you, and you were like "cool okay, still gonna stay away from her." You have talked to Spinner before, he was chill, surprisingly. Talking to Shigaraki was... A lot. You were scared to even be 5 feet next to him. Twice was very fun to be around! You liked Twice a lot and he seemed to like you... And for continuity sake let's say this is like.. After the Overhaul shit. So none of them were pissed at Keigo, thankfully. Honestly, Keigo's chill with everyone of the League members, a little less with Shigaraki, but it's whatever. He's closest with Twice. (kill me)

|| Do you guys ever move in together? Yes! You do. At least around a year or a year and a half of dating. You and Touya move into Keigo's big ass penthouse for obvious reasons. It was an easy "yeah sure" on all of your parts. It was already like you all lived together there since you and Touya had stuff in his apartment, so it was like extremely easy to move in and adjust.

|| Pet names? Yeah, you guys have pet names for each other. You call Keigo and Touya; "Babe" "Dear" "Love" or just their names shortened to like "Kei" or "To." You have tried calling Touya "Toto" and Keigo laughed at that so hard, calling him the dog from Wizard of Oz. Keigo would call you and Touya the stupidest shit EVER. Stuff like bird-like nicknames as a joke a lot, then it stuck. But actual pet names he'd call you guys "Dove" "Love" "Sweetness" "Sweets" or shortened versions of your guys' names. Has called Touya "Toto" after you did and finds it equally as hilarious. Lastly Touya, he doesn't do much pet names, honestly he finds them cringe. But the ones he actually does is "Doll" "Sweetheart" "Babe" and those are the ONLY ones. Anything more he's like that's bullshit. But what's weird about Touya is that he barely calls you and Keigo your actual names, or even shortened versions of your names, always those pet names. You two don't complain.

|| Media? Keigo makes sure to show both you and Touya off as much as he can. Touya's already a pretty (in)famous person so he didn't care, plus it's not like he did much. Especially if it was during his rehab. After rehab he ended up working as an underground hero since that was the only thing he really saw himself doing. There is no way he'd be some normal citizen who couldn't use his quirk everyday, like no. Through the Hero Safety Commission, he was shown off as a "second chance." For the public to believe in redemption and seeing the best in people. Keigo didn't exactly like that the Commission was using Touya like this, but Touya literally gave zero shits, so it was whatever. So now, you have two pro hero boyfriends. If you worked remotely or at home, you were more than okay with being in the media, but if your job was more open to the public you'd try your best not to be apart of the media. If you for some reason were already a famous or public figure, you were a-okay with having your relationship public.

|| You all have matching profiles on all your socials. You three are the cringey ass throuple that everyone envies or hates.

|| All in all, your relationship is wonderful! You love your boys and your boys love you!

|| oml i love dabihawks x reader

Poly DabiHawks/Reader where Dabi and Reader are villains and dating each other and they're steadily corrupting Hawks as they draw him into their relationship. Hawks is strangely innocent in a lot of ways after being raised to be a perfect dog hero for the Commission, and he's so eager to please.

Dabi doesn't trust Hawks at all but Reader's a little less cautious and is very much the driving force in the formation of this throuple.

'' FIRE AND WINGS DON'T MIX ,,

|| pairing: dabi x gn!reader x hawks / touya todoroki x gn!reader x keigo takami

|| warnings: established relationship, sfw headcanons, i go between "dabi" and "touya" a lot, sorry :(

|| btw, dabi is in rehab cause i want him to be, also he ends up as a pro hero in the end

|| word count: 2.0k

|| You, Keigo and Dabi and been dating for a few months by now. Let's just say... Endeavor's not the happiest about it. Neither are your own parents. Is it cause they hate polyamorous people? No. Is it cause they're generally homophobic? No. It's cause Dabi's a damned criminal (your family) and that Hawks is annoying as hell (Endeavors reasoning).

|| Do any of ya'll listen? Hell no. Now onto the headcanons.

|| You, Dabi and Keigo have your own places. Dabi lives with Endeavor (unwillingly) as you live in your own smaller apartment as Keigo lives in his damned penthouse. It's safe to say, when the three of you hangout you stay at Keigo's place. It's bigger, he has nicer things, and no one else lives with him. Safe to say you and Dabi even have your own towels, some clothes and toothbrushes there. It's like you live there 2/3rds of the time. Only reason you don't move out is cause you guys only started dating a few months ago.

|| PDA? Non existant, at least with you and Dabi. Dabi generally doesn't like PDA, is it for shame reasons? No, he just doesn't like it. He'd rather keep his scary, mysterious facade up in public, and you just get embarrassed easily. The most you two do is a peck on the cheek or holding hands, that's it.

|| With Keigo or all three of you on the other hand, oh PDA is a must have. Keigo loves holding both of your guys' hands, whether he's alone with Dabi or if he's alone with you or if all three of you are out. He loves giving kisses, holding hands, holding your waists. Now if you or Dabi hold onto him, he's SWOONING.

|| Jealousy? Only at some scenarios. And it's only for petty things. Let's say all three of you are at Keigo's place, if one of you guys are only showing attention to one, oh jeez. Dabi makes a whole fuss, he pretends he doesn't even wanna be there. Says shit like "No, don't even touch me fuck you" then reaches out to cuddle both of you. If Keigo's feeling left out he'll puff his wings out and brush his feathers against you two. Sending them in a flurry and you find yourself in a pile of his feathers as you both give him small kisses. However you react is your own choice, but whatever you do they both end up kissing your face all over and you rest your head on Keigo's chest and hold Dabi's hands.

|| However, if we're talking there's someone hitting on one of you guys.. Oh it's interesting. If someone's hitting on Keigo, it made sense. He was a pro hero, number two at that, and absolutely GORGEOUS. You and Touya had a protocol for this. As Keigo would turn the person down, you'd snake your arm around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder as Touya wrapped his arms around Keigo's neck and rested his head on the other shoulder. Both of you having smug smiles. If Touya's the one getting hit on, oh boy. If Touya hadn't already scared the person off himself, again there was a protocol to this. Keigo would go over first, putting his head on Touya's shoulder while you held his hands and kissed his knuckles softly, safe to say the person was scared off. Lastly, if you were hit on... Touya might just kill the person /j nah nah, he reformed... Touya would wrap his arm around your shoulders as Keigo wrapped his arm around your waist. Both absolutely GLARING at the person hitting on you. Scary dog privilege. Touya's the more.. Jealous one in the three of you? Like, would definitely ask a bunch of questions to you and Keigo like "Who're you going out with?" "Where are you going?" "You better be back soon."

|| In the winter, oh you know you and Keigo take advantage of Dabi's quirk. He can warm up his body (at least in my mind) without actually setting on fire. So, after a long cold day on patrol for Keigo and a long day at work for you, you both snuggle up against Dabi, wrapping your limbs against his body, getting as much warmth as you can as Keigo drapes his wings across all of you. Is Dabi absolutely steaming and wishing you'd both get off him? Yeah, he's sweating balls, but you two just ignore it.

|| One of the best dates you all went on? When Mr. Billionaire Hero rented out the whole aquarium to have a date with you and Touya. The only people there being the workers, which was maybe 4 or 5 people at MOST. It was peaceful, you were geeking out over the smallest fish to the biggest shark, while Touya admired the water, it was also pretty chilly in the aquarium. Not to the point you had to have layers, but it was nice and cool, he appreciated it. Then there was Keigo, being head over heels for both you and Touya. He just kept his eyes on both of you, of course he was listening to whatever you were rambling about but.. What can he say? His partners were just to pretty not to stare at.

|| Arguments? You three have had arguments before. Of course, all of them ended in hugs, kisses, apologies and make up dates, but there were a lot of times that you and Touya went to sleep with just each other in Keigo's apartment because he was working. Another argument starter was that there were a lot of times where you and Keigo had to deal with Touya's pissy mood without him telling you guys what's wrong, or deal with him ghosting you both because he's shit at communication. Biggest problem with Keigo was that he was to much of a workaholic and would bail on date nights or sleepovers because he was to busy. Biggest problem with Touya was that he was terrible with communication, he'd never say his problems because he saw it as weakness. You three get through it, of course, but it took a lot of work.

|| Who cooks? You. Keigo and Touya can't cook for shit. If you can't cook either, you're all fucked. Keigo can't cook because the commission never taught him to, and Touya was never taught either, his mom always cooked or he stole something after his "death." One time you came over to Keigo's penthouse to have a date night with the two of them, just staying in though, but what did you find? The fire alarm going off, black smoke all around the halls, and screaming. You thought they started to fight like villain and hero again, but nope. They were trying to cook. Touya tried to cook the stuff on his body because "it'd be faster" and "we wouldn't have to use electricity" and dumbass Keigo agreed to it. You helped clean up the mess and just decided to order in. That was the last time you'd ever let them try to cook.

|| Gifts? Keigo buys the most gifts for you and Touya. He's the richest, so it made sense. A lot of gifts Touya gave were home made shit or something he stole. You found it endearing, Keigo found it terrible and made him give it back. He is NOT losing one of his partners for stealing a 15$ plushie. Keigo's gifts were extravagant, of course. He'd buy you and Touya the most expensive jewelry, especially piercing jewelry for Touya since he knows he has like over 10 piercings. Keigo HAS planned a surprise vacation trip to some sort of private island for the three of you to have a weekend to relax. It was welcomed with open arms, it was just... A lot. You two didn't complain though. Your pretty boy boyfriend pampering both of you? Oh fuck yes.

|| How you get along with their friends? You get along with Keigo's friends pretty well! His friends being Mirko, Tokoyami and Endeavor... He's not as social as he seems. You and Mirko HAVE hungout together before, she's really funny and a little loud but she's fun to be around. You've met Tokoyami on multiple occasions and Keigo acts as if he's his big brother/uncle. It's so funny. Tokoyami's not the biggest fan of Touya but he's warmed up to him. Baby steps, baby steps. (They've shit talked, lovingly, about Keigo before.)... You don't like Endeavor. He's big, he's scary, and he always seems grumpy and after hearing Touya's past, you're so confused how Keigo could still hang around him normally. I mean, Touya lived with him.. And he seemed to be getting better and making up for what happened. But still.

|| With Touya's friends, aka The League of Villains.. You were scared when you first met them. Safe to say you're closest with Compress since he seemed the most chill. Toga did say she wanted to stab you, which was fun. Touya explained that's just her way of saying she liked you, and you were like "cool okay, still gonna stay away from her." You have talked to Spinner before, he was chill, surprisingly. Talking to Shigaraki was... A lot. You were scared to even be 5 feet next to him. Twice was very fun to be around! You liked Twice a lot and he seemed to like you... And for continuity sake let's say this is like.. After the Overhaul shit. So none of them were pissed at Keigo, thankfully. Honestly, Keigo's chill with everyone of the League members, a little less with Shigaraki, but it's whatever. He's closest with Twice. (kill me)

|| Do you guys ever move in together? Yes! You do. At least around a year or a year and a half of dating. You and Touya move into Keigo's big ass penthouse for obvious reasons. It was an easy "yeah sure" on all of your parts. It was already like you all lived together there since you and Touya had stuff in his apartment, so it was like extremely easy to move in and adjust.

|| Pet names? Yeah, you guys have pet names for each other. You call Keigo and Touya; "Babe" "Dear" "Love" or just their names shortened to like "Kei" or "To." You have tried calling Touya "Toto" and Keigo laughed at that so hard, calling him the dog from Wizard of Oz. Keigo would call you and Touya the stupidest shit EVER. Stuff like bird-like nicknames as a joke a lot, then it stuck. But actual pet names he'd call you guys "Dove" "Love" "Sweetness" "Sweets" or shortened versions of your guys' names. Has called Touya "Toto" after you did and finds it equally as hilarious. Lastly Touya, he doesn't do much pet names, honestly he finds them cringe. But the ones he actually does is "Doll" "Sweetheart" "Babe" and those are the ONLY ones. Anything more he's like that's bullshit. But what's weird about Touya is that he barely calls you and Keigo your actual names, or even shortened versions of your names, always those pet names. You two don't complain.

|| Media? Keigo makes sure to show both you and Touya off as much as he can. Touya's already a pretty (in)famous person so he didn't care, plus it's not like he did much. Especially if it was during his rehab. After rehab he ended up working as an underground hero since that was the only thing he really saw himself doing. There is no way he'd be some normal citizen who couldn't use his quirk everyday, like no. Through the Hero Safety Commission, he was shown off as a "second chance." For the public to believe in redemption and seeing the best in people. Keigo didn't exactly like that the Commission was using Touya like this, but Touya literally gave zero shits, so it was whatever. So now, you have two pro hero boyfriends. If you worked remotely or at home, you were more than okay with being in the media, but if your job was more open to the public you'd try your best not to be apart of the media. If you for some reason were already a famous or public figure, you were a-okay with having your relationship public.

|| You all have matching profiles on all your socials. You three are the cringey ass throuple that everyone envies or hates.

|| All in all, your relationship is wonderful! You love your boys and your boys love you!

|| oml i love dabihawks x reader

currently have like three drafts rn, one of dabi, one of hawks and one of dabihawks. all x gn!reader cause god knows there's not enough dabihawks x gn!reader shit that isnt porn out here

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.