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Triple Threat

Summary:

Dabi doesn't always let Hawks take the lead, but when he does, he knows he’s in for a treat.  

He teases the hero for always wanting to outdo himself. Like he’s trying to prove something by being an amazing lover as well as being a top hero. Calls it an ego thing.

Does not admit that he loves it. Especially when Hawks decides to try something new. 

Even when that ‘something new’ involves Hawks telling him: “I’m going to make you fucking beg for me.”

Dabi had scoffed. Now, he’s beginning to doubt his own bravado.

Notes:

This started as a snippet on discord and rather spiraled from there. Oops?

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Dabi doesn't always let Hawks take the lead, but when he does, he knows he’s in for a treat.  

He teases the hero for always wanting to outdo himself. Like he’s trying to prove something by being an amazing lover as well as being a top hero. Calls it an ego thing.

Does not admit that he loves it. Especially when Hawks decides to try something new. 

Even when that ‘something new’ involves Hawks telling him: “I’m going to make you fucking beg for me.”

Dabi had scoffed. Now, he’s beginning to doubt his own bravado.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out, fingers sinking into Hawks’ thighs. The hero is hovering over him with a wicked grin on his face, barely even touching him except for where his knees are pressed into either side of Dabi’s hips. But that’s not what has Dabi seeing stars.

The enormous vibrator being pressed against his entrance by a handful of feathers, though. God damn.

“Easy there, hot stuff,” Hawks coaxes, his hands busy sheathing Dabi’s stiff cock with a condom. “Wanna make this good for you. Wanna make you remember this.”

Dabi doubts he could forget the feeling of lubed up silicone pressing into his thoroughly prepped ass while Hawks sinks down onto his cock for the rest of his goddamn life.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” he hisses, abdomen shaking and breath coming in sharp, violent inhales. Hawks pauses in his descent, expression intense with concentration as the feathers push the vibrator in deeper.

Dabi keens.   

“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, feeling it stretch and burn against his rim. Feeling the fake line of veins sliding against his entrance and the tip of it pressing against his prostate.

“Just a little further Dabi,” Hawks says soothingly, rotating his hips lightly to take Dabi’s mind off the intrusion. The hero presses himself down another inch, then two - and Dabi can only watch with wide eyes as his cock disappears inside the hero. 

Meanwhile, lube drips down his crack as the vibrator sinks in further and further, stretching his hole wider than any cock ever has. Dabi’s thighs tremble as his legs fall open without his permission, allowing the huge toy to fucking plug him until the fake balls are pressed hard against his ass.

And Hawks, fuck him, takes his goddamn time, moaning obscenely as he lowers himself onto Dabi’s cock, his head bowed and his chest glistening with sweat. Blood pounds in Dabi’s ears as he watches the hero rise up and add more lube to his shaft, before finally sinking all the way down. Dabi’s whole body practically begs for a moment to adjust by the time both the hero and the vibrator are fully seated. 

As usual, though, Hawks likes to go fast.

“Ready for the actual vibration, Dabi?” the hero asks, his voice husky with need. 

Dabi shivers, his toes curling into the sheets at the thought.

“Wait,” he rasps, his cock aching and his insides straining. It feels like his heart is going to fucking bust through his ribs, and he grinds his teeth, trying to regain control. “Just wait a fucking second.”

Hawks hums, his pupils so blown out, there’s barely any gold left to them. Dabi figures there’s some kind of symbolism there. A hero gone wrong, somehow. 

Or maybe he’s gone right. Because this idea...

Always, in the past, it’d been one or the other. Hawks fucking him, or him fucking Hawks. They’d messed with toys a few times, but only when they had an actual bedroom to work with. Even then, they usually got too impatient.

This, though. Fuck. Fuck. Dabi hadn’t expected it to feel so goddamn good.

“Hot stuff?” 

Hawks is trailing his hands up Dabi’s chest, his nails scraping at skin and scars alike until he reaches the villain’s nipples. Dabi’s breath shakes in his chest at the way Hawks pulls and pinches and twists. 

“Shit, birdie,” he hisses, wanting to arch into the hero’s hands, but too fucking pinned to do more than heave in breath after strained breath as Hawks teases the shit out of him. Each sharp tug sends another zing of pleasure up through his skull and down into his cock, making it twitch against Hawks’ warm walls.

“Mmm, fuck, I love seeing you like this,” the hero muses as a flush spreads down Dabi’s chest at the continued stimulation. “Debauched, panting, squirming. Shit, if I could keep you inside me all the time, keep you desperate like this…” Hawks starts rolling his hips languidly, and Dabi’s breath whistles through his teeth.

“See? That’s what I like to hear. But I think we can get a bit more out of ya, how bout you?”

Dabi has no idea what the hero’s babbling about. His fucking prostate is throbbing against a nine-inch vibrator, his cock is getting worked by the finest ass in all of Japan, and clever fingers are taking full advantage of how fucking sensitive his nipples are. He’s lucky he can hear more than just the sound of his soul leaving his body.

He finds out what Hawks is talking about when the vibrator starts buzzing hard inside him, instantly shaking his guts into jelly, his spine arching off the bed as he gasps.

Hawks uses the opportunity to lean down and take one of Dabi’s nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with wet lips and hard teeth while Dabi writhes and curses underneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, Hawks -” 

The hero just sucks harder and starts rotating his hips, grinding his ass down into the cradle of Dabi’s pelvis and working the villain’s shaft in a maddening circle. Between that, the vibrator beating into his prostate, and Hawks sucking his tits into hard peaks, Dabi’s ability to articulate fucking tanks. All he can do is moan and gasp under the assault.

Which is when Hawks’ feathers pull the vibrator out an inch with a wet squelching noise, before shoving it back in hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

“Ahh!” Dabi cries, jerking his head back against his pillow, his eyes rolling back into his skull in pleasure. Then the enormous toy shifts once more - drawing out slowly and slamming back in. Dabi’s hips jerk and Hawks gasps in turn as Dabi’s dick thrusts up into him.

“Oh, that was good,” the hero whispers against Dabi’s chest, his eyes bright with intrigue. Then he leans back to straddle Dabi’s hips more fully and a grin stretches his face.

“Try to keep up, hot stuff,” he commands before the vibrator pulls out and Dabi’s eyes widen.

Again, the toy rams home, and again Dabi’s hips buck in response as he throws his head back in ecstasy. The villain grips Hawks’ thighs for dear life as it happens again and again, the vibrator’s thrusts forcing him to fuck the hero while he just tries not fucking whimper at the over stimulation.

Meanwhile, Hawks bounces on Dabi’s cock, laughing in breathless delight, his cheeks stained dark with desire.

“God, yes, yes, Dabi, fuck, that’s good!” Hawks cries, letting his head fall back as he meets Dabi’s hips thrust for thrust - riding the villain hard and fast. Dabi pants for breath, groaning as his feet finally find purchase against the slick sheets only for Hawks’ feathers to fucking turn up the intensity on the vibrator, causing his legs to actually spasm and slip again.

“Let’s try level four,” Hawks grins, his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead as he rides Dabi’s dick. His own cock slaps against his abdomen, but he seems content to ignore it in favor of torturing the villain underneath him. 

Dabi barely hears him, his body thrumming with pleasure and endorphins as the head of the vibrator shoves against his prostate on every fucking pump and Hawks clenches around his cock with every rise of his hips.

"Fucking shit," the villain gasps. "I'm gonna cu-"

“Not yet, Dabi!” Hawks snaps, releasing a flurry of feathers to snag Dabi by the wrists, yanking the villain’s hands over his head. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Dabi’s breath comes out in a broken plea as the hero stops moving and throws all his concentration into fucking the life out of Dabi with the vibrator.

“Ha-Hawks,” he gasps, feets scrabbling against the sheets for leverage, his eyes squeezed shut as the fake balls of the vibrator slap into his ass. “Please, fuck, please.” 

“There’s the begging,” Hawks says, sounding far too pleased. “Too bad I won’t get to hear it for long.”

Dabi’s eyes crack open, lashes sticky with what little bit of liquid his ducts can squeeze out. And he sees what Hawks is talking about.

A dildo, held up by a handful of signature red feathers. Behind it, Hawks tilts his chin challengingly from where he sits on Dabi’s cock. 

Bet you can’t take all three, that look says, to which Dabi responds with a glare. Then the fucking vibrator is moving again and so is the dildo, zooming forward to press hard against his lips, seeking entrance that Dabi gives by moaning at the vibrator’s continued assault. Hard silicone passes his lips, his teeth, sliding over his tongue until it reaches his molars. Dabi’s nostrils flare, desperately sucking in one last lungful of air before the thing forces its way down his throat.

I’m going to make you fucking beg for me, Hawks had said. He was fucking right.

As soon as the hero moves again, his ass rising and falling to meet Dabi’s bucking hips, the villain starts choking out whines and cries of ecstasy. Hard silicone slams into his prostate, then slides down his throat, consuming him from both ends in a way that makes his head spin. Drool leaks from the corners of his mouth, lube spills down his crack, and Hawks’ cock drips warm precum onto his stomach. Dabi can feel his balls drawing up, can feel every muscle in his body tensing.

And still, Hawks keeps going, his feathers shoving toys into Dabi as he rides the villain’s cock and he cries out in his own ecstasy. 

“Hah! Ah, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, Dabi, hnnngggg,” the hero moans, slamming his hips down, his hands planted unyieldingly into Dabi’s ribs as he rides. “Fuck, harder!”

Obediently, the vibrator thrusts hard into Dabi, and he bucks violently, screaming against the dildo filling his mouth. Hawks groans loud and long, fucking down onto Dabi’s cock, his wings flinging wide at his back. Heat practically shimmers the air around them as the vibrator keeps up the new pace, slamming into Dabi over and over again while the villain’s chest heaves, trying to draw in enough breath to beg, scream, cry, anything other than just convulse around the hard cock blocking his airways

“Oh god, Dabi,” Hawks cries, bouncing hard and fast in Dabi’s lap. The villain can barely see him through the spots dotting his vision, but the hero looks almost done for - sweat pouring down the flushed contours of his body, his eyebrows pinched together in pleasure. Dabi’s cock throbs with need as the hero takes him again and again, the clench of Hawks’ hero-trained ass around his dick so damn good, so brutally tight and hot. Dabi fucks up into him as best he can, trying to shove deeper, following the momentum of the vibrator drilling him in the ass at an insane pace.

The bed squeaks and groans as their frantic fucking reaches a fever pitch, skin slapping and moans reverberating off the walls. Heat and sweat build between them as their bodies meet over and over again, and the villain's vision spins between the lack of oxygen and the intense pleasure short-circuiting his brain.

Finally, Dabi yells into the dildo stuffing his mouth as his balls seize up and his vision goes white. His orgasm pours into Hawks violently, his hips still bucking with every thrust of the vibrator into his ass, his dick sliding even faster with the load of hot cum dripping out of the hero. Dabi’s chest tightens as he tries to breathe, tries to escape the ruthless pounding into his prostate and throat.

The hero isn’t done with him yet, though.

“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi!!” Hawks chants, driving his ass onto Dabi’s still-hard cock. “Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, there, right there!”

The vibrator slams into Dabi one more time and the villain howls as his hips are lifted off the bed, driving him up into Hawks, who throws his head back and screams, cum shooting from his untouched cock to splatter all over Dabi’s over-sensitive chest. Dabi shudders at the sensation, then shudders harder as Hawks continues to ride his softening cock a few moments longer, coming down from his own high with stuttering breaths and quivering wings.

“Fuck, hot stuff,” the hero says after a moment, finally bringing both himself and the toys to a soft halt. Dabi damn near whimpers when the hero looks at him, silently begging as his hips continue to squirm and his cheeks ache around the dildo. Hawks grins.

“Lookin’ for some help there?” he asks, leaning back so he can look over his shoulder at the vibrator still buzzing quietly, tortuously, in Dabi’s ass. “Damn, you’re stuffed up good, aren’t ya?”

Dabi makes a choked noise, straining against the feathers pinning his wrists to the headboard, trying to think of anything other than oh god, oh fuck, please no more!

Slowly though, oh so fucking slowly, he feels the toys being drawn out of him. He sucks in a ragged breath, his whole body shaking as the vibrator is tugged out of his ass and thrown to the floor, still buzzing. The dildo follows right after, trailing a line of bloody spit behind it.

Hawks remains seated on Dabi’s cock, trailing his fingers through the cum lacing Dabi’s chest with a smug-ass expression on his face.

“So?” he asks as Dabi finally regains enough cognizance to string more than two words together. “On a scale of one to ten?”

Dabi licks his lips, tasting a little bit of blood from his over-stretched cheeks.

“Thirteen,” he croaks, his voice no longer wrecked but absolutely obliterated. “Holy shit.”

“Mmm,” Hawks hums in agreement. “Just seeing you get railed from all sides was enough for me. Can’t believe we haven’t tried this before.”

Dabi thinks about that statement. Then he thinks about it some more.

“You think,” he starts, mind blanking a bit at the prospect. “If we asked Twice to make some clones..?”

Hawks’ eyebrows shoot up, and then his face splits into a wide, evil grin.

“Ohhh, I like where your head's at, Dabi.”

“Inside you?” The villain asks, staring up at the ceiling, still trying to just. Process.

Hawks laughs, clenching slightly around Dabi’s cock with the motion. The villain grunts.

“Get off me,” he grumbles, glancing down to where they were still joined. “I think you killed him.”

“Better not have,” Hawks snorts. “I need Dabi Jr. for my weekly wank.”

“Oh my god,” Dabi groans. “Never say that again.” 

Hawks' expression gets even worse.

“My daily dicking,” he continues, cackling. “My afternoon anal. My hourly humping -”

“I will kill you,” Dabi swears.

Hawks laughs again before dipping down to place a surprisingly tender kiss to Dabi’s sore lips.

“Nah, you love me too much to kill me.” Then he leans down to whisper into Dabi’s ear.

“Besides, don’t you wanna try this again with clones?”

Groaning, Dabi can only nod, dick twitching at the mere thought of three Hawkses surrounding him, pinning him down, filling him up - 

“Oh hey, Dabi Jr. is back!”

On second thought.

“Ahahah, Dabi? Your hand is on fire. Dabi? Dabi!!?!”

Notes:

I have no excuses, no explanations. This was straight-up stress relief for me 😂 Hope it was for you too!