BNHA Oneshots + Imagines

Options (Keigo Takami x Dabi) (NSFW)

Dabi huffs as he pushes Hawks- Keigo Takami- against the brick wall in front of him. He has a hand on each one of Hawks's as they play this familiar game of cat and mouse with Dabi having finally trapped Hawks in the alleyway of the red lights district. It was hard to get away from the Paranormal Liberation Front as a lieutenant, but with enough convincing, he was allowed to go out for a single night.

And, much to his surprise, Hawks followed him blatantly enough to get caught. But Dabi knows that Hawks doesn't have any mal intent, at least not yet. Hawks does it like a bird flapping its wings in the air for attention, practically begging to get caught. So, Dabi caught him. Dabi grabbed the number two hero by the boot and dragged him to the ground before grabbing his hands and putting him up against the wall like he's helpless- because he knows that's the sort of thing Hawks is into.

Rain pours down onto the buildings that surround them and drips unevenly from the roofs onto Dabi and Hawks, soaking their hair and their clothes. Even Hawks's wings are a little droopier than usual from the weight of the water.

"Looks like I caught you again," Dabi whispers into Hawks's ear from behind. His hands tightly squeeze Hawks's, which are so much smaller- so much more pure than his. They're soft, healthy, and unscathed. Dabi's are covered in burn scars and surgical staples, and the little normal skin that's left is dry and peeling. "Now, what should I do to you? Those pretty wings of yours look like they're a little overgrown, don't they? Why, I should burn some of your pesky feathers off for you."

That threat isn't one that Dabi would follow through with unprovoked, but the shiver it sends through Hawks's body is enough for the lie to be worth telling.

"You should really learn some manners," Hawks playfully scolds and moves to turn around. Dabi wonders if it's so Hawks can actually face him or if it's so Hawks can hide his wings from Dabi's immediate range. "Is that any way to talk to me after all I've done for you? These pesky feathers have benefited you quite a bit since we met, you know... And you like the way they look, too."

Dabi looks away at those words- mostly because they're true. Just about every night, he's kept awake and haunted by flashing images of the way Hawks's beautiful, ruby red wings flutter during battle (and during sex). A pink blush dusts over his cheeks.

"Shut up before I end this shit and leave, Hawks."

"Oh, please, Dabi," Hawks laughs in response and offers Dabi a coy smile. He's somehow gotten his hands out of Dabi's grasp and placed them flat against the villain's clothed chest. "You know, I am the number two hero. I'm young, I'm attractive, and unlike you, I've got a pretty good personality, too. I could have anyone I want. Really, you should be more thankful that I waste my time on you of all people."

"So you're saying you have options, huh, birdy?" Dabi spits. He knows Hawks is right. While Dabi himself is a mentally unstable villain with charred skin and a lanky body, Hawks is beautiful and bright and admired by all. He knows damn well that when this comes to an end some day, he'll be alone. He doesn't have any other options. Hawks, on the other hand, does. It's a cruel reality that he's acutely aware of, but just because he knows it's true doesn't mean he likes thinking about it. The mere image of him being stuck by himself all over again while Hawks moved on with whichever false hero or blind hero fanatic makes the veins in his neck and hands pop out and anger. "You think I don't know that shit?"

Dabi reaches down, grabs a good chunk of sandy blond hair, and pulls .

"If the way you treat me is anything to go by, nah," Hawks laughs out a breathy answer, then shrugs, even with a fistful of his hair in Dabi's hand.

"Well, I do. I know damn well you could have anyone you want," Dabi grins, then turns Hawks back around and pushes the front of his body into the brick wall once more. Hawks gasps, but makes no move to resist as Dabi pushes his pants down to his ankles and reaches around him to palm at his half-hard cock. "The thing is that you choose me . Every single time, I'm the one you come back to. You don't just do this with anyone else; you're mine!"

"Is that what you think?" Hawks laughs again and pushes his hips against Dabi's hand to grind his clothed dick against the teasing touch. "That I'm yours? I don't remember ever agreeing to that, so the reason you think that's the case is beyond me, Dabi."

"I don't think, I know," Dabi reiterates. His smile only grows. "And I know you know it's true."

"I could do better," Hawks huffs and rests his forehead against the wall. "We both know that, too."

Hawks's eyes flutter shut. His wings, which Dabi's chest is pressed firmly in between, flutter lightly with pleasure. The rainfall grows heavier and heavier with each second that passes until it's a full on shower that leaves them drenched and rushing to get out of their clothes despite their location. Dabi slaps his pierced length between the supple curve of Hawks's asscheeks, which are also covered in rain drops. He grinds his hips to chase that familiar friction while continuing to talk and grabbing Hawks's cock by the base to pump it more thoroughly.

"I know you could," Dabi says with his hands tightly gripping Hawks's hips. As he quickly fucks the younger man's ass, he can tell that both of them want more, but he doesn't dare delve into penetration since they have no lube and are at risk of being caught like this. Hawks whines and looks over his shoulder to meet Dabi's gaze with those pouty, teary golden eyes that have- embarrassingly- captured Dabi's heart. "But you want me to love you, don't you, Hawks? You don't want anyone else; I can see it in how you look at me... This hope in your eyes that I'll give up my evil ways and throw away the life I've made for myself to come be with you. It's pathetic, and it's unrealistic, but it's there, isn't it? So, I can indulge you."

"Indulge me? How do you plan on doing that, leaving the PLF?" Hawks says, hopeful like Dabi described seconds before even though he tries to hide it by pretending that he's joking.

"You wish," Dabi responds with a shake of his head. They settle into a comfortable rhythm with Dabi getting himself off on Hawks's ass and getting Hawks off with his hand, even if it's a little lazy and even more sloppy. "But I can give you some of those other things you want. Here, let's try this... I love you, birdy."

"Dabi, that's just mean..." Hawks whines, uncharacteristically high-pitched and desperate. "To- To lie to me like that, exactly what the hell is wrong with you? I knew you were fucked up, but to say those words to someone when you don't even mean them is just-"

"Who says I don't mean it?" Dabi says, though he's nervous as he does. Why the fuck would he even pull that out tonight of all things? When Hawks gets quiet, it makes his nervousness even worse, so Dabi pushes him for an answer with a particularly rough tug of his cock and- "C'mon, are you gonna say it back or not? Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I-" Hawks, drowning in what seems to be a mixture of quick pleasure and emotions, chokes the words out with his eyes screwed shut. "I love you, too."

They don't say another word to each other that night.

Both of them cum shortly after. Hawks moans loud enough that Dabi has to slap a hand over the hero's mouth to keep from drawing attention to where they're at. Hawks's cum splatters onto the brick wall as Dabi's own spills out onto the toned, plush asscheeks he's been pleasuring himself with for the past five or ten minutes.

It's fast and underwhelming due to Hawks worrying about being caught and Dabi worrying about the conflicting emotions that are swirling around in his body like poisonous pits of tar that weigh him down so heavily. He doesn't mind, though. What they do isn't about the orgasm or even the sex, it's about the connection- they both just like to pretend that isn't the case.

The rain starts to lessen in its intensity. Dabi does a half-assed job of cleaning his cum off of Hawks's ass with the corner of his coat. Said coat doesn't go back on, simply folded in an awkward way and held in his arms. He's left in his soaked t-shirt, jeans, and boots. Hawks, however, puts all of his clothes back on despite them being as bad as Dabi's. He wonders if the hero is just trying to hide his shame in layers.

Dabi can't help but notice the dirty-blond's cum on the brick wall being washed away by the dying rainfall, and he laughs at it before turning to leave.

Neither of them bid each other goodbye, knowing that 'goodbye' always sounds far too ominous. Instead, they leave it open, a promise that this will happen again soon- whether it be at Hawks's home, the PLF, or yet another empty alleyway.