"Why do I feel like I'm shining just for you?"Hawks' fingers tightened ever-so-slightly on your waist, his grip drawing you closer. The way he looked at you then was a damning mix between enamoured and tortured, and something told you that if you let yourself fall to him, he would never ever let you go.
Those wicked fingers of his began their cruel torment once more, brushing along the sides of your ribs and down to your hips before repeating the motion. It took everything you had not to fall weak at your knees when his lips brushed your ear. "That's because you are." His thumbs bit into the fabric of your dress, drawing a line of sharp heat along your skin. "And maybe I am selfish, dove. I want to keep you for myself."
You laughed softly, despite how viciously your heart was hammering. "Not very heroic of you, is it Hawks?"
His amusement tumbled over your body. Those fucking hands of his never ceased their torment. He moved his mouth from your ear to meet your gaze. "Maybe I can't be a hero when it comes to you."
The one singular thread of your resolve was holding on for dear life as his gaze flicked to your lips. How could you stand before your wicked angel of sin and not get lost in those enchanting golden eyes? How could you have lost before you even began?
"Hawks—"
You weren't sure what you were going to say, but the abrupt change of tempo from soft jazz to dance snapped you from the trance you'd fallen under. You grinned up at the beautiful hero before you. "Do you like tequila?"
A smirk spread across his lips. "Wicked girl."
You interlaced your fingers with his and tugged him towards the bar before ordering a shot each for both of you. He looked so carefree beneath the dim, twinkling lights of the venue and maybe, just maybe, you wanted to be selfish and keep that version of him all to yourself.
The two tiny glasses of amber liquid were placed before you, along with the required salt and lemon wedges. "Together?"
Hawks smirked at you before nodding and you both threw back the shot, biting deep into the bitter lemon as the alcohol burned a path down your throat.
He grasped your hand again, tugging you back towards the floor. "I'm not done dancing with you yet."
You rolled your eyes but smiled as you let him drag you deeper into the crowd of bodies. Music thrummed through your body as Hawks drew you closer once more, his hands spreading over your waist.
Hawks' eyes glided over you, a grin spreading over his pretty lips. "Have I told you that you're absolutely beautiful?"
You laughed, blushing. "You did."
He drew you closer, his mouth brushing your ear again. "Then I'm glad I told you again."
For a moment, you let yourself sink into him as his fingers brushed circles over your hips. His magnificent wings curved around you, and you were beginning to adore how that made you feel. The scent of him surrounding you was intoxicating, and the more you stared at those soft, crimson feathers the more you wanted to reach out and touch them. What would they feel like against your bare skin? What achingly lovely image would you see if you were splayed beneath him staring up at those wonderful outstretched wings?
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard the sensible part of you scolding you for the wicked thoughts you were feeding into. But right now, you didn't care if it was wrong. You could barely resist the pull you felt towards him.
You reached for him, tentative at first, as you brushed your fingers down the inside of his beautiful wing. How is it possible for something to be so soft? You felt Hawks stiffen and then relax, and you continued your exploration as you swayed to some beat you barely cared to hear. At some point, you tore your gaze from his wings to look up at his face. That wicked little part of you delighted in how his eyes fluttered shut as you dragged your fingers through his feathers, and how his heart drummed faster as his grip on your hips tightened and he pressed your body closer to his.

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Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks
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