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Bump.
Shoulders knocked into his own and Hawks scrambles once, twice, before ultimately losing hold of the tiny pill package as it slipped from his fingers and down towards the sewer drain. It clinks onto the bars mockingly, spinning, and falls to the water below with a final plop.
“Oh shit, sorry man, didn’t mean to bump into ya.” The stranger apologizes, walking off with a slight bow.
Hawks doesn’t process the words, instead staring numbly at where his heat suppressant pills once were in the palm of hands. Now empty. A full year package gone. Just like that.
His eye twitches.
Great, just his luck, losing his heat suppressant pills on the first day of preheat.
It’s not like this could have detrimental consequences or anything, not like he hasn’t gone through a heat since he first presented at fifteen- he’s twenty two now. That wouldn’t be an issue, right? Six years with no heat?
If he screams and bangs his head against a wall, that wouldn’t be an issue either, right?
It’s tempting.
There’s a desperate mental clarity where Hawks debates taking a swimming dive into the swampy waters below in a last ditch effort for getting those pills back, but he never learned to swim. Suppose drowning would be a better option to go out than high and drunk off heat hormones. Less embarrassing, too.
Hawks groans, sinking like putty to his hands and knees.
This couldn’t be happening, not today, not now. He wasn’t even in his home prefecture where he would’ve been able to access new pills that, honestly, cost more than the commissions allowance.
Yes the commission made him pay for his own heat suppressants, and no, HR did not file a lawsuit against them. Something about how ‘ omega’s biology shouldn’t infringe on an alpha’s world of conduct ‘ and how they should ‘ naturally ride out their heat’s in shame and dichotomous comforts of home, as god intended ‘.
Except Hawks had millions of people counting on his level headedness and intervention to stop villains from terrorizing the state.
There was no time for heat.
Well, if he can power through today, then tomorrow he’ll be able to fly back to Fukuoka and buy at least three months worth of suppressants. Yeah. That should work. Afterall, How bad could one day without suppressants during preheat truly be?
…
Terrible.
It could be terrible, he learns.
Hawks curses every biology class the commission forced him to take on omega reproduction. How dare they simplify it to a craving of blankets and pillows when it feels like his guts are being repeatedly punched by a MMA fighter. None of them should step foot in an education setting.
Those cutesy documentaries of happy mothers explaining, to what Hawks presumes is meant for five year old's, how the body changes when presenting. They’ll want to hug their friends, make little handcrafts or treats, and want to kiss babies heads. Except all Hawks wanted to do was punch a right hook at the nearest stranger who looked at him wrong.
See, little cutesy tip the documentary forgot? He stank- like really bad. So sweet it put a candy store out of business and made every dentist suffer from a diabetic stroke. He wasn’t exaggerating either. His own teeth felt like they were rotting from cavities, dull and aching.
There was a pounding in his stomach similar to when he ate too fast after forgetting to eat all day (he didn’t forget, he just didn’t have time). Accompanying that throbbing was slime city coating his thighs with slick.
Yeah, slick, who would’ve thought to forget something like that in the documentary!
It didn’t help his brain was becoming foggier the longer he went through the day, now stuck in an impromptu league meeting they decided was important enough to include him in. Since he definitely needed to know about how ReDestro grew a bunion on his foot and Shigraki wiped his ass today. So useful, he knows the commission will be jumping on their tippy toes to hear about it.
Logically, Hawks understood this to be Dabi’s doing.
Hawks had been on their trail like a trained hound, ready to hear whatever guise they’ve got going on behind the scenes. But oh no, Dabi didn’t trust him like that. Months worth of betrayal against his fellow hero’s and flimsy side missions weren’t enough to hint on the league’s greater mission. So instead he got fun facts and spiraling meetings because the boss wasn’t even there.
The most important insight he gained was Twice slipping about Shigaraki’s resistance to some unknown treatment by the scary doctor.
That’s what he wasted his time with and lost his heat suppressant pills over.
Now he cradles a headache that rivals the morning after Mirko’s all nightery drinking games when she finally makes it into town. It’s like his head is splitting open as sweat drenches his back, past his polyester skin tight shirt. He just knows it’ll be a pain to rip off later.
The league’s meeting comes to a close and everyone scampers off to do their own thing, leaving Hawks in the turmoil of his palmed hands. Too dizzy to move, skin so sensitive he could scream, and he’s cold.
You’d think a heat indicated being overwhelmingly warm, but once again those funny words betray him. The room is freezing and the sweat doesn’t help. It actually makes him long for those thin decor blankets back at his apartment. Those fabrics didn’t insulate squat but Hawks was very desperate.
“Heh, something the matter, Hawks.”
Hawks couldn’t say shut the fuck up fast enough. He actually wants to laugh at the pyromaniac leaning against the side of the table, trying to steal a look at Hawks crowding in his palms. That was his secret safe space, thank you very much. No Dabi’s allowed.
“Didn’t realize idiot birds catch colds in the summer, thought it was a myth.” Oh how Hawks wishes this were just a cold. “Hopefully being sick didn’t take away from the meeting, but if you need a friendly recap I’m here to supply.”
Hawks crunches on his own teeth, swallowing down aggravation and planting on a good nature smile.
“That is so helpful of you Dabi! glad I can count on you.” Hawks unfurls himself from his palm, looking at Dabi and wow. Is it just him or does the pyro have a softer cheek than he remembers. Like he could wrap his mouth around it and bite-
Dabi’s nose wrinkles. “Why do you look like that?”
“Look like what?” Hawks likes the way Dabi’s nose wrinkles, the piercing on his nose catching the light just right. He wants to bite that, too. And where the healthy skin meets grafts. Hawks could pull each and every staple out one by one.
“See for yourself.” Dabi takes out his phone and shoves a camera in his face. “You look like a bird of prey.”
Hawks sees the picture and yet he doesn’t. He knows what he’s looking at is meant to be him, logically he knows, but then again he wasn’t really running on logic, now was he? Where his face was, he saw competition. Some omega getting between him and the only other alpha in the room.
His teeth bare, snapping the phone and crushing the mobile in his fists until the phone screen cracks into inky black. He doesn’t hear Dabi’s ‘ what the fuck, Hawks ’ or any other cursing about the villain’s shitty nokia phone. If anything, the alpha should be praising him for getting rid of the imposter. He just saved Dabi’s ass right there.
“What the fuck wrong with you today? You don’t smell right, you’ve got no control, and-” Dabi yanks Hawks hair, tilts his head back until he’s forced to look at the alpha. “The hell- are you in rut?”
…Rut?
Hawks whimpers, fingers tightening in his hair bordering on painful. Fuck does he like it, pressure burning something searing hot and new in his stomach. That gooey feeling coating his thighs feels squishier, wetter, and definitely staining into his pants.
“No,” Dabi exhales hotly, his hold loosening so he can nose at Hawks hair and inhale deep. “Fuck birdie, didn’t take you for an omega.”
“Dabi, I feel weird,” Hawks says, voice rough and uneven. He wants to grab on, hold and not let go. Feel Dabi’s nails impeded into his skin, rib over his feathers and sink his teeth into his neck. Fuck, he was so hot too, Hawks feels suffocated. His eyes are glassy, wet, begging, “What do I do?”
Dabi smirks, petting down Hawks hair to the nape of his neck. A gentle circle, once or twice, before fingers dig into Hawks scent glands. Holding him, making him whine. The villain laughs meanly. He feels strangled and scruffed into a corner.
“Shh, pretty bird, I’ve got you.” Dabi whispers cruelly, soothing. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Hawks is a fool for believing in a liar’s words, but who can blame him when they promise with a soft slur of words that has him purring in his throat. And Dabi smelt so nice, like marshmallows on a fire.
Under better judgment, Hawks would rather place his trust in a demon trying to buy his soul, because Dabi was worse. The con artist coos sweet nothings to him and Hawks drinks them up like high quality sake, drunk off the flavor alone. A knuckle brush against his chin, tilting his head up, and Hawks was all compliant to let go.
He’d be okay.
Dabi would make him okay.
“You’re gonna ruin me,” Hawks murmurs, eyes so hazy when Dabi’s finger bites against his scent gland and lets the pheromones seep like brewing tea into the air.
“Of course I will,” Dabi chuckles. “I can promise you that much.”
Hawks gasps hotly, feeling a new wave of warmth sparking up his body as the pads of Dabi’s fingers pad against his glands. It’s like the pyro is milking out his scent, bathing the room in all of Hawks glory. Making leeway for the preheat to bloom into a full scale heat.
His wings squeeze to his back, grinding his neck into Dabi’s palm and riding out the relief. His scent was heavy, wetness inside his pants seeping into the chair, cheeks growing scarlet under the onslaught of Dabi’s burning touches.
Hawks sanity was running up a steep muddy hill, trying to claw for purchase and regain footing above. He struggles, keening sweetly when Dabi leans into the chair, knee pressing into his crotch. Whatever his claws had managed to snag has turned to jelly, further falling into the pits of no return. Watching Dabi’s smile behind closed off eyes, knowing he was losing himself.
“So easy birdie, for all the fighting and bitching you’re constantly giving me. It’s nice to see you take a breather.” Dabi presses the pad of his thumb to his mouth, slipping inside. “It’s a good look on you.”
“Enough.” Hawks voice doesn’t feel like his own, but he feels good. His hips buckle upward, chasing after the pressure that makes his cunt water. “Stop teasing, just give it to me already.” It feels like he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get it.
What ‘ it ‘ is, however, Hawks didn’t know.
Dabi sneers, nails biting back into Hawks gland until he can’t suppress a slutty groan. His eyes are drooping, difficult to keep open, but doesn’t look away from Dabi. He wants this, wants so much more than Dabi’s tempting him with, and like hell he’s being deprived. He’s hungry, fuck, he wants it so bad.
“Patience, birdie, no need to be so demanding.” Dabi pulls Hawks to his feet, for a brief second, before smashing back down to the table with his cheek smushing to the wooden table. He tries to lift his head but a hand holds him by the back of his neck, mounting him. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Shit, that shouldn’t make him so wet. His legs squeeze tight, trying to stop the flow of slick but it’s a useless attempt.
“Hm, you like that?”
Dabi presses harder and Hawks wings flatten to the table submissively, his body once again betraying him. As if the pyromaniac needed an ego boost. He’s already been given far too much based on the gleeful grin stretching the sadist's face.
“Don’t be shy, Hawks, you can tell me.” Dabi’s hips bump his own, hot swelling pressed against Hawks ass. “I’ll find out one way or another.”
Hawks bangs his head to the table, scratching at Dabi’s arm. Not to pull away, no, quite the opposite. He wants the alpha’s hands on him, undressing him like plucking petals from a flower. Slow, sultry, and maybe if Hawks can handle it, he’ll be okay with a few petals ending in flames.
His silence earns him Dabi draping over his back, full of sharp teeth and hot breath. Hawks tries to stabilize his gaping need, biting his lip as hard as he can when Dabi nips at his neck.
It’s so over.
“Stop-”
“Stop what Hawks?” Dabi growls, rutting from cloth to cloth painful and chaft. “Stop touching you? Stop talking to you? Use your words birdie, you’re acting stupid.”
Hawks whole body shudders, crying out in alarm when Dabi gets off of him. It’s suddenly too cold, too lonely, too vulnerable. He needs his alpha to protect him and hold him through this. But this alpha is not a good man, will take advantage- but he doesn’t care, he needs this. Fuck, he needs Dabi.
“Wait, I want-”
The alpha gives him a minute, standing there expectantly as if the omega had any other coherent thoughts outside getting fucked. It takes a while to find the words, to ignore the embarrassment of saying this to Dabi of all people. To let go.
But it’ll be worth it. His omega so sweetly promises him. If he lets go now, he’ll be fucked, and oh right that was the word.
“Fuck me.” Hawks whines, spreading every single feather adoringly and trying to attract his mate back with the display. “Please, Dabi. I want you to fuck me. You promised to ruin me… So ruin me.”
It works.
Dabi’s grin breaks a staple on his face, returning to start unbuckling Hawks belt with ease and shucking his pants to his ankles. The cool air in the room spreads against his ass, the cooling of slick making him shiver down to his very bones. He doesn’t dare shy away, though. Not when the alpha who can warm him up is right there.
“Well, well. Now look at you.” The pyro chuckles, stray finger bullying against his clit. “Poor birdie. Who was the cruel guy who neglected you so much? You’re dripping a flood down here.”
The padded finger goes down, presses against Hawks slit, meeting no resistance as it slinks past his hole. Dabi’s warming finger squirms inside him and Hawks briefly recovers some sanity by the absurdity of it. Unlike how he imagined, it doesn’t feel too great. Not bad either, just weird.
Another one of Dabi’s fingers enters and puts pressure against his fluttering, fluffy walls. Hawks bites his hand to suppress a noise scratching against his throat, struggling to escape. His eyes roll to the ceiling, fullness pumping in and out but it’s not what he wants. This wouldn’t satisfy him, the curling warmth in his gut only serving to poke the already irritated beast.
“Tch, none of that-”
Hawks yelps as he’s ragdolled onto his back, one of Dabi's stapled hands grabbing both his wrist and pressing them above his head.
Suddenly Dabi is too close, cerulean eyes burning into Hawks own golden irises. He can see the pyro is losing it, no matter how hard he’s trying to act above it all. Hawks scent, fuck, Hawks was making him lose his mind, too. They were catalyst reactions, burning bright and fueling. He feels energized, legs tingling with an urge to jump and kick.
He’s molting his stray feathers and burning alive.
“Stay still, and moan like a proper bitch. I want to hear you lose your mind.”
Before Hawks could counter from whatever bin of mush his snapbacks and sassy phrases has turned to, Dabi slips off his belt and underwear, grabbing his heavily thick and pierced cock and slapping it onto Hawks stomach with a feral grin.
At that moment, Hawks has two estranged thoughts- One, there’s no way that thick monstrosity was going to fit inside him and he’d survive it.
Two, he can’t wait to get fucked and bred on that knot.
“What’s wrong, birdie? Having second thoughts?” Dabi ruts his hips forward, jacob ladder piercings knocking against his clit one by one. A mouth watering appetizer before the main course. Hawks mouth hangs limp, just watching. “Don’t be intimidated, we’ll handle it together, yeah? Inch by inch.”
Hawks tilts his head up when Dabi lines himself up to his gushing slit, biting his scarred lip. One hand remained biting into Hawks hips and the other was draping his leg across the pyro’s shoulder. Then he gets to watch as that thick cock head pearling at the tip breaches into his sinful tight heat, wetness lapping and accommodating.
“It won’t fit, it won’t,” Hawks gasps, but Dabi rolls his eyes, dismissing. “Please, Dabi, it won’t fit in me, it’ll be too much, it’s too-”
It pops in and Hawks keens, back arching high off the round table. Dabi’s cockhead snugs inside, chuckling as he slides the rest of the way home. Inch by inch, the damn liar. He’s bottoming out until Hawks feels his lungs in his chest and eyes wide as saucers- never once in his life feeling so fucking full.
His hand is placed on his stomach, feeling the slight indent of Dabi’s cock in his guts. It was real, he was in there. Hawks was getting fucked.
“Dabi…”
“God, look at you birdie. Full of me, aren’t you?” Dabi puts his hand over Hawks, rubbing up and oh fuck; Hawks could feel it through his skin. “Like a good omega slut. Gonna let me fuck you stupid, yeah? Keep moaning and let me know when I hit it.”
Hawks wants to ask ‘ hit what? ‘ But then Dabi is pulling out and the stretch is too much, too fast, too empty. He squirms and whimpers, trying to tug his alpha back when Dabi goes with him, pumping him full with a thrust that rocks Hawks against the table. Barely a breath and he does it again.
And again, and again, and again -
“S’ too much, too much-” Hawks bangs his head back, not even registering the spinning; voice raw from suppressed groans that Dabi seems to punch out with his thrusts. The fucking villain pounds him only harder, gasping out from his own pleasure.
“You’ve got it, birdie, you can take it. I’ve got you.”
“I can’t, Dabi,” Hawks sobs, his cock throbbing between his folds. It feels good but isn’t enough, too focused on the thickness inside him. His cries do little to deter the alpha chasing away his pleasure, going limp as Dabi grabs his other leg and throws it over his shoulder. “Please, please, please, slow down. One minute, let me breathe, let me-”
Dabi stops fully inside him and successfully steals the last of Hawks breath, eyebrows scrunched. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m hitting it.”
“Hitting what ?!” Hawks asks indignantly.
Once again Dabi ignores him, shifting his hips and pulling Hawks up into his lap. He gets three seconds of breathing before the alpha pounds into him once again and like an experienced archer hitting a bullseye, knocks the very lights from his eyes.
This is what everyday omega’s must’ve been talking about when they said they got ‘ fucked stupid ‘ by their precious alpha’s.
“There it is,” Dabi sighs, running one hand over his sweaty fringe to get a better look at Hawks' wrecked and trembling body. “Try to hold on for me birdie.”
Hawks, in fact, cannot hold on.
Inhuman screeches leave his throat as bird-like noises chitter past his lips. Each roll of Dabi’s hips into that bundle of nerves has him seeing stars, believing in god, his plump lips pushing out slick to make the cock sliding past his folds slip in easier, faster.
He scrambles for purchase on anything he can find, barely scraping onto Dabi’s hips as his head flies backward. His cunt is getting slammed, hitting his poor g-spot over and over again with no signs of stopping. There’s no mercy in the way Dabi’s bruising grip kisses his waist, tugging him back relentlessly and spearing on his cock.
Hawks is there for the ride, garbled moans and his cunt flashing red hot white. Something was building there, fast and beyond his control. He wants to touch, reaching down to pad at his clit, but Dabi smacks away his hand.
“Nuh uh, ask for it nicely.”
As if he still had a voice to ask. Hawks pleads with his eyes, blinking past excitement and pleasure. He tries to say something, anything to urge Dabi to touch him, please, but it falls on deaf ears. His sweet spot is relentlessly abused until his toes curl and his clit kept neglected.
He’s so close, can feel it burning, nestled inside him. Needs it, wants it, “Dabi please, fuck, in me, touch me. On my cock, fuck, touch me please!””
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Dabi’s fingers grace upon his clit and they’re burning, hotter than it’s ever been. Hawks is lighting up like a sparkler reaching the end of his stick, whining as it becomes too much and not enough. It’s a crescendo of panting music, of Dabi whispering filth in his ear, promising nothing but a full belly of cum once he knocks him up with his knot.
And Hawks would like that, wouldn’t he? Of course he would. It’s all he can think about- knot in me, fill me up alpha, wanna be so full of your cum.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Hawks pants, eyes going unfocused as they roll to the back of his head. “So so close, Dabi. I’m gonna-” Dabi rips away Hawks legs and all but crawls into his arms, pounding so deep that Hawks really feels he might see the pearly gate. If the gate was surrounded in a bath of blue fire, that is.
“Me too, birdie,” Dabi moans in Hawks ear, licking up the side of his neck and biting down so close to his mating gland. “M’ gonna cum, cum inside you birdie. Fill you up so much, now, tomorrow, however long you need me. Fuck, fill you up so good.”
It’s so close, intimate, and Hawks wraps everything he can around Dabi to keep him there. Two pieces fitting perfectly together, glued tight so they can never leave.
Dabi ruts once, twice, groaning as his swelling knot pops past Hawks cunt and sticks in. It’s a chain reaction as the alpha milks his knot to completion as Hawks legs and arms tremble with want, searing hot lust as he feels himself getting his womb stuffed with cum. It’s everything he wants, his omega crying out happily and his sweet spot getting knocked around perfectly by Dabi’s cock.
It couldn’t possibly feel better.
That’s what Hawks thinks until Dabi unfurls from his neck, slamming his lips against Hawks as they share a biting and possessive kiss. It’s stealing every last breath of air, every ounce of energy, but nothing beats when Dabi’s fingers begin to fan fast and hard against his cock.
Hawks spills with a scream, squirting slick and cum all over the alpha’s finger, and Dabi holds him the entire time. Pumping him full and new. Each overstimulated and pathetic whine is met with an equally desperate groan, two bodies chasing after their own selfish pleasure and using each other to get off.
It’s instincts, unable to hide their desire as they swallow each other whole. Sucking, biting, and endless touches as they come down from their high.
Everything crashes.
By the time Hawks cusps some of his consciousness, he’s staring into Dabi’s neck that is bleeding red and purple. About fifteen different bite marks, not including all the wounded scratch marks against his back.
At first, Hawks truly believes it was a rabid animal that managed to scamper into the locked room and only attack Dabi before disappearing. Then he glances down at his sharp nails staining a color they hadn’t been before, and the sweet taste against his tongue. It shouldn’t have turned him on the way it did, but marking his mate is the wet dream of any omega.
The villain is still and Hawks wouldn’t be surprised if he’s asleep, the lazy bastard. He squirms once, softly moaning at the knot still plugged tight inside. Yep, no escape there.
Not that he was trying to leave with his legs mushy and numb where they were stained with slick and sweat. He’d appreciate a show before his next head lust, but if Dabi refucked and knotted him against the same table, he wouldn’t complain either. Like a good workout-
“Fuck,” Dabi groans, hidden away in Hawks nape. “You’ve got a lot of energy, birdie. Wrung me dry.”
He’ll take that as a compliment. Hawks chirps proudly, successfully getting the alpha to unstick from his neck and getting high off heat pheromones. The once cerulean irises were gone, now swallowed nearly whole by deep inky pupils.
Hawks knows he fares no better.
“Again?”
“Again?” Dabi gapes, making Hawks grin sheepish. “Are you crazy? My knot hasn’t even gone down and you’re begging for another one, greedy omega?” He was beyond satiated, but let’s just say, Hawks was a glutton for more. “Don’t clench on my knot like that, pretty bird, you’ll regret it.”
“I think you’ll be the one to regret it,” Hawks purrs, feeling warm and content under Dabi’s burning gaze. He had his alpha’s attention now, why not put on a show? “You promised to ruin me, alpha. So do it. Ruin me. Ruin me like you said you would, unless you’re a lia-”
Dabi growls and Hawks entire body twitches in excitement, feeling the alpha’s cock stirring inside him. He’s secured a second round, groaning happily when the pyro manages to slip his knot and half his cock out, ready to pound him into next Wednesday.
“Your heat,” Dabi groans, testing a half aborted thrust from sensitivity alone. “How long do you need, pretty bird?”
Well, Hawks hadn’t had a heat in six years and this is the first time he’s off suppressant. Logically, his body will overcompensate finding a valuable mate to fuck him. It could go on for a few days or maybe longer than a week. There’s no telling and frankly, Hawks was fine with that.
“Until I’m ruined.” Hawks smirks, bringing his knees to his chest and spreading his thighs wide. “So get to work, alpha.”