Are You Mine? - A Cheating Hawks story

Cup Noodles

A mixture of sounds bounced around the four walls; skin slapping, choked cries of pleasure, low rumbles of indulgence. I had no idea how much time had passed, but this man had stamina. The more Dabi rammed his thick cock inside me, the less aware I was becoming. I was numb, as I had wished. Words no longer formed in my mouth, just a conveyor belt of moans, gasps, and cries. My body was marked head to toe with additional scratches, love-bites, burns and teeth indents to go along with my already fucked up flesh. The bloating of my stomach was evident from the numerous cum-loads Dabi had let out. The mattress beneath us had become sodden with a mixture of our fluids. Orgasms kept rolling through my body, one after another as his tip impacted my organs over and over again. We had changed positions several times, from him dominating over me, to him forcing me to ride him. I was becoming a human cock-sleeve, and I didn't care. At least I wasn't thinking about....

"Oh, fuuuuuck," Dabi growled as he let another load out inside of me. At this point I was on my back again, fingers digging into Dabi's muscular shoulders, hoping I would leave as many marks on him as he had on me. His head came down as he let our foreheads touch, panting hot breath into my face. It was sweet compared to the musky room. He was shaking as he pulled out of me, freeing the new load of hot semen on to the linen. I let out a shiver of my own, already missing the fullness of him stretching me. He reached over to his discarded trousers, where he pulled out a packet of cigarettes. I was hypnotized as he delicately placed it in his mouth and lit it with a small cyan flame that had appeared at the end of his finger. His back was to me, and I let a small smile take over my mouth as I studied the number of nail marks trailing down his spine, small bites barely visible on his shoulders and neck, proud of my work.

Keigo would have never let me do that.

I jerked at the sudden thought.

Obviously, this worked only temporarily to empty my mind of the cheating bastard. I groaned and forced myself to sit up, feeling the slickness between my thighs as more cum oozed from my hole. Dabi glanced my way whilst taking a drag, then offered the cigarette to me.

"You look like you need it," as he spoke, tendrils of smoke filtered from his mouth, snaking their way around his face and shoulders. How could this man make smoking look so sexy?! I accepted his offer, taking a long breath of it before coughing my lungs up. This made him chuckle.

God, I love his laugh. Wait, no, concentrate stupid!

"I take it you've not had one before," he took the cigarette back to take another drag, still chuckling under his breath. Once I had control of myself, I answered sheepishly, "I used to do it, socially, a long time ago before my...ex...made me stop." Another reminder of Keigo. Fuck. Unwanted tears pricked behind my eyes, I turned away from Dabi.

"Hm...ex?" His voice took on a curious tone, "so...all this was because of...what, a bad break-up?"

I stayed silent.

"Look, don't tell me if you don't want to, its not like I really care anyway." Dabi stood up and started getting dressed. He sauntered over to the door as he fastened his belt, "stay here." I wrapped my arms around my knees and nodded.

He disappeared to the other room with his shirt, and a high-pitched laugh made its way through a gap as the door didn't latch completely.

"Wooooow, they got you gooood," the female voice sounded excited, "ooooh is that blood?"

"Fuck off, Toga," Dabi remarked, but there was no bite to his language, he just came across as...tired.

"Oh my God, Shiggy's gonna be sooooo pissed when he finds that you've done THAT with THEM," Toga kept pestering Dabi, and now the conversation had piqued my interest. A choked gasp was followed by a clattering of furniture.

"D-Dabi! P-put her down!" A new male voice I didn't recognise stuttered. More noise ensued, I assumed Dabi had dropped Toga. "Oh no, Toga! Did he mark your pretty neck?" The man sounded genuinely concerned for her. Toga coughed a few times, "no, Jin, I'm fine." Her voice was cold.

"Don't you too have somewhere more important to be?" Dabi sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Toga hissed under her breath, I could only just hear the words. "I suppose we could pay our prisoner a visit...rough them up a bit more," this was said louder. Intentionally louder. Was she threatening me? Was I a prisoner? Or did she just want me to be afraid? Regardless, I was already scared of the psycho bitch, I wish she would just leave already.

"TOGA!" Dabi's defensive snarl made my body tense. The girls sadistic laugh grew fainter as she exited the communal room.

I could hear Dabi approaching my door, and I tried to calm my heartbeat and breathing as to not alert him to my eavesdropping. He entered the room sheepishly, carrying a large towel.

"There's no-one here, so, um, you can grab a shower if you want to clean up," the tenderness in his voice was a complete contrast from the rough villain who had just fucked my brains out. It took me a moment to find my feet, the bandages coming loose from my previous injuries. Dabi met me halfway, wrapping me up in the surprisingly soft cotton, and led me to the door next to his room. The washroom wasn't much; it was unkempt and small like the rest of the building, but it was better than nothing.

"The hot water is dodgy, but if you're quick you should be able to get the most out of it," he sat me down on a small stool and proceeded to carefully unwrap the dressing from my legs and arms, "and these are going to sting like a bitch." I nodded my understanding, staying quiet.

"I'm going to get us some food, you're probably starving." Until Dabi had pointed it out, I hadn't even thought about food. When was the last time I ate? My mind wandered back to the fried chicken I had bought for...

Oh.

I hadn't eaten since lunch that day. My stomach growled loudly as a response to Dabi's statement. Heat spread across my face in embarrassment. Once he had finished with my bandages, he turned the water on and went to leave. "I'll only be out here if you need me," a kind smile spread across his scarred face as he left me to myself.

I quickly jumped under the weak waterfall, shocked by the iciness of the water, but it was just what I needed to focus my mind. It gradually warmed as I washed the evidence of the previous few hours from my body. Being alone again was bad; my mind was my own worse enemy. I couldn't help thinking back to Keigo; his emotionless face repeatedly haunting my memory. It wasn't long before my salty tears mixed with the fresh water, both trickling down my fragile, battered body. I reached to cease the running water and stood in the mild steam for a few moments before my knees buckled. My breathing became arduous, sight fogged with unshed tears and ears rang with the same words; "Sorry, Songbird". New uncontrollable sobs rattled through me as I cowered on the sodden floor. I pulled at my hair and scratched at the healing cuts, making fresh blood bloom around me. Why wasn't anything working to get rid of these hellish images?

Why? Why? What did I do wrong?

A softness enclosed around me just as I felt that I was getting to my breaking point. It brought me back to the present, down on my arms and knees, covered in tears and blood. Goosebumps pricked at my skin as the washroom had rapidly cooled. I was so enveloped in my self-destruction that I hadn't noticed Dabi kneeling next to me, placing the towel over my shivering body. His face was a picture; concern, sadness, guilt and anger all mixed into one expression. I rose slightly from my position so that he could wrap the towel around me fully, the neutral tone blushing as it made contact with my new wounds. He gathered me to him, cradling me in his warmth without saying a word. His silence was strangely comforting as I found a new focus in his steady breathing.

After a few moments, and after I had calmed slightly, he spoke, "well, damn, I wish I had more than just cup noodles to offer you now." The unexpectedness of the statement made me crack up. Bubbles of my laughter echoed through the washroom, joined by Dabi's rumbling chuckles.

"Cup noodles actually sound really good right now," I wiped the rest of the stubborn tears from my face.

"Ok, little mouse, but first we have to tend to these new wounds of yours," he sounded like he was about to give me a lecture, but the gentle features on his face said otherwise. I tried to settle the butterflies that had begun to rouse in my stomach. This was nothing more than a rebound, a way to get...him...out of my head. I was not about to get too deep into anything.

That's what I was trying to tell myself anyway.