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POV HAWKS

⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️

Dabi pushes himself against me, and I feel the bulge in his pants, making my body heat up. God, am I really about to do this? Endeavor is gonna kill me... "C-consent?" I echo, feeling his hand run up the back of my shirt.

"That's what I said, Birdie," Dabi says in my ear. He trails kisses from my ear to my collar bone, rubbing his fingers through my feathers. I shudder, feeling myself submit under him. "So?" he says, tugging on the hem of my pants. "Can I?"

"U-um..." I don't have the strength to say no– in fact, I really want to say yes– but I know it's a bad idea to get tangled up with a villain. "Are you sure it's a good idea?"

"I'm not pressuring you," Dabi says, his touch becoming lighter. It only makes me crave it more. "If you don't want to, I respect that. It's just..." He tugs the hair on the back of my head, pulling my head back so my neck is exposed. He kisses my Adam's apple, then grazes his teeth against my skin. "You're such a pretty bird. I can't help myself. So what do you say? Do you want to?"

"O-okay," I say, putting my hands on his shoulders. "But this is a one-time thing. And it doesn't mean I like you or anything."

Dabi smirks, picking me up by my thighs. I let out a squeak as he throws me down on the bed, groaning as my sensitive feathers rub against the sheets. "Why don't you get those clothes off while I get this ready?" he says. I nod, stripping out of my hero costume while he closes the door, the blinds, and slips on a condom. I can feel myself twitching with anticipation I didn't know I had. Dabi looks down at me, holding three fingers up to my mouth. Nodding, I suck on them, making them as wet as I can. "Good job, birdie," he praises, spreading my legs. His hands are so warm.

I grunt as he slides his first finger in. It's uncomfortable, but not unbearable. "First time?" he asks, adding another finger. I groan, feeling him scissor his fingers back and forth inside me.

"Bottoming?" I say breathlessly. "Y-yeah."

Dabi chuckles, putting in his third finger. "I couldn't see you as a top." He starts pumping his fingers, stretching me out. I stifle back moans as I adjust to the feeling. After I'm comfortable, he pulls his fingers out and positions himself at my entrance. "Ready?" he asks, grabbing my thigh. I nod, biting my bottom lip. He pushes his tip in, and I moan at the stretching feeling. When he's halfway in, he stops, and I pant like a dog. "It's been a while since I did a virgin," Dabi teases.

"I'm n-not a virgin," I breathe out. "I'm just not a- f-fuck, not a fucking b-bottom."

"You are now," Dabi says. He digs his fingers into my thigh and grabs my throat, hovering over me. Without warning, he slams the rest of the way into me, and I moan, clawing at his arm. Dabi pulls out, then slams in again, harder and faster every time. His grip on my throat gets tighter as he keeps going, and ecstasy piles up in the pit of my stomach.

"F-fuck, Dabi," I moan as he pushes into me. "Sh-shit, ah–"

"Such a dirty mouth, baby bird," Dabi teases, moving his hand up so it's in my hair. He keeps thrusting, harder and harder every time. My wings twitch beneath me, and I'm panting so hard. Dabi's face is tinted red with a blush, and I know I'm probably ten times worse. He angles himself to the side a bit to hit my sweet spot and I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming out. Dabi just chuckles and pins my wrists to my sides, picking up the pace at that one spot.

"Ah- mm... fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Dabi," I choke out. Dabi slows his pace, torturing me, so I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck as he fucks me. "Don't stop," I say in his ear. "Please, pl-please... Fuck me more. F-fuck me, please, Dabi..."

Dabi grunts, speeding up. I moan in his ear, feeling precum leak out of my tip. I snuggle my head into Dabi's collarbone, obsessed with the heat his body gives off. After a few more deep thrusts, I'm ready to cum. I tell Dabi, moan it in his ear, but he stops me, pushing me back down on the bed. "Not yet, pretty bird," he says, flipping me over and covering my tip with his thumb. He squeezes the top of my dick, continuing to thrust into me. I bury my face down into a pillow, trembling like crazy.

"D-Dabi," I moan. "I-I need to c-cum."

"Not yet, Birdie," he grunts. "Almost, but not yet. You're doing so good."

"Mm... pl-please..." I moan, feeling my legs tense up. I tighten around Dabi's cock as he pushes in and out, making him moan. He releases inside of me while letting go of my dick, and I cum into his hand. We both fall back onto the mattress, panting heavily.

"Feeling better?" Dabi asks, pulling me into his arms. I don't object and instead just snuggle onto his bare chest.

"I guess so," I say smugly. It's an understatement, of course, because my hangover headache is completely gone.