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bad idea right (Hero!Dabi X Villain!Hawks)

Summary: While celebrating a successful mission with his coworkers, Pro Hero Dabi gets a text from his on-again-off-again secret lover. (Inspired by the Olivia Rodrigo song)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: Villain!Hawks (his alias is Talons), Hero! Dabi, Dabi and Mirko are roommates and besties, DabiHawks, heavy smut, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, drinking, making out, light angst

SEQUEL TO "and when he touched him he turned ruby red"

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Spicy Tags: Enthusiastic consent (but one of the parties is intoxicated), sub bottom Dabi, top dom Hawks, explicit and implied sexual content, gay sex, feathers & featherplay, teasing, rough s3x, light BDSM, overst!mulation, slight corruption k!nk, Quirk use during s3x, multiple orga$ms

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Pro Hero Dabi takes a deep breath as he turns the key into the lock. It's close to five o'clock in the morning, and the last thing he wants is to wake his best friend. If she wakes up, she's going to ask questions...questions that he might not be able to avoid or come up with convincing excuses for. Dabi and Mirko have shared an apartment ever since they graduated, and it's almost impossible for him to keep secrets from her. In fact, she's the only one that knows about his "relationship" with Talons...formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks. Talons was an S-ranked villain who defected from the Commission, and his rivalry with the eldest Todoroki son turned into an on-again-off-again tumultuous relationship as the years went by. Last night, Toya went out for drinks with his pal Kamui Woods...and he ended up at Talons' lair. It wasn't hard. In fact, it was Talons who instigated it. The moment he saw the address on his phone with a text that said "don't keep me waiting ;)", Toya sprinted for the night bus. Now, he's out of breath, exhausted, and sore out of his goddamn mind; the only reason he didn't have a hangover was because Keigo had fucked him until his brain was numb. Dabi rubs his eyes before he pushes the door open, turning around and closing it as quietly behind him as possible. He takes one step into the darkness...and the lights immediately turn on. Mirko sits in the recliner, wearing her pink fluffy robe and bedroom slippers, facing away from him before she slowly turns around in it dramatically. Her scarlet eyes bore into him as she holds a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

"Where the fuck were you," She asks, though she doesn't phrase it like a question; it's clear she knows exactly where he was.

"Uh," Toya stammers, his mouth dry and his tongue feeling numb. He can't think right now...and if she finds out...oh God. This isn't good.

Rumi promptly sets the coffee mug on a coaster on the table before jumping to her feet and stalking forward. Her nose twitches.

"Alcohol," She sniffs more obnoxiously, leaning forward, "And..." Her eyes narrow, " Cinnamon ." She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest. " That's not your cologne."

Toya gulps, feeling sweat bead at the back of his neck, and Rumi looks him up and down before squinting in the lamplight. She scoffs, pulling the collar of his leather jacket to the side and taking note of the glaring, deep bite mark on the side of his neck, along with a messy collage of hickeys. Her eyebrows furrow as she spins him around, and she gasps before pulling something out of his messy tangle of white hair from the back of his head. She grabs his shoulders and forces him to face her, holding a thin crimson feather between her fingers.

"NO!" She screams, stomping her foot in a very rabbit-like manner.

"I'M SORRY!" Toya retorts, groaning and palming his forehead. "I KNOW! I'M AN IDIOT!"

"YES! YES, YOU ARE! FOR CONSTANTLY GOING BACK TO YOUR TOXIC EX! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT HAPPENED TO LAST TIME WAS THE LAST TIME?! I CAN'T KEEP COVERING FOR YOU, TOYA!" Mirko snaps, crushing the feather in her iron grip.

"I...It's...It's fine," Toya grumbles, sounding extremely irritated. "I...I thought we were just gonna talk! Maybe I could bring him back to our side?" He lies, and Mirko doesn't buy it for a second.

"That's the worst lie you've ever told me, FireFace," She snorts, her ears drooping in disapproval. "Besides...you know the Commission wouldn't do that. They'd throw his ass in Tartarus."

Toya falls silent, his face turning red. "Rumi...you don't understand," He mutters under his breath, trying to move past her to his bedroom, but she steps in his path.

"What don't I understand? Is the dick really that good?" Rumi huffs, and Toya's mind wanders.

...

8 HOURS PRIOR

Originally, he told himself he was only gonna have a few drinks...just enough to make him tipsy. After all, Pro Heroes Dabi and Kamui Woods were celebrating a recent win on a collaborative rescue mission. They were at one of the more popular Pro Hero nightclubs in Musutafu and had both passed their limit. Just as Toya's finishing off his fifth beer, his phone rings on the bar counter. The screen reads: EX- DO NOT ANSWER. Toya almost chokes when he sees it, coughing and sputtering as Kamui Woods raises an eyebrow next to him, peering at the vibrating phone. It was Rumi who had changed Keigo's name in Toya's phone; she wanted to remind him that if he kept diving deeper, he might end up on the wrong side. By the time the BlueFlame Hero catches his breath, he's missed the call.

"Someone booty-calling you, Todoroki?" Kamui Woods asks with a surprised laugh, and Toya gulps as a text message crawls across the screen listing an address...followed by an attached image with flirty undertones. Toya's heart races, and the alcohol makes his mind swirl.

‘It’s been a few months…Maybe…’

Toya clicks on the image, hiding his phone from view…and clasps his hand over his mouth.

‘Oh fuck.’

“Hey, man. If you need to leave and go get some. Go for it,” Toya’s friend grins as he playfully shoves his shoulder. He doesn’t have the slightest idea that the ex in question is Talons .

“Really?” Toya stutters, his brain filling with memories of all their past trysts.

“Yeah, dude. You’ve earned it,” He replies with a grin before turning to talk to Mount Lady.

‘This is a bad idea…right?’

...

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Toya hiccups as he leans up against the railing by the porch of Talons' new satellite hideout. His vision is dogshit between the shadows and his intoxication, and he sloppily rubs at his eyes as if it will suddenly clear the blurs.

'What am I doing...' Toya's thoughts slowly slip through his consciousness as he wrestles with the sanity of his actions. Talons could kill him so easily in this state if he wanted to...he could hold him hostage...use him as leverage against his friends...and yet, part of Toya was blissfully convinced that they were in love. The way the S-ranked villain caressed his body. The way he praised him. The way he looked at him...it put butterflies in the pit of his stomach and color in his cheeks even in their most tense moments. Dabi needed Talons as much as he needed oxygen...which is why he kept crawling back to him at every opportunity. Talons has had other opportunities to seal his fate in the past, and yet, he never follows through. Maybe he is just being manipulated...but all he can think about right now is that picture. He spent the entire bus ride drooling drunkenly over it; the alcohol only seemed to increase his sex drive. Keigo had the bottom of his shirt in his teeth, smirking crookedly with subtle fangs as he held it up, exposing his chiseled pecs and washboard abs. His shorts were deliberately hanging low, exposing a bulging V-line and subtle stubble dancing south, disappearing behind the waistband that barely hid an obvious erection. Toya felt feral .

It only takes a few moments before the front door of the shady apartment creaks open, and a pair of glowing golden eyes gleam in the darkness, filled to the brim with primal passion.

"Hhheyyy," Toya chuckles breathily, his forearm braced against the doorframe and his hip slightly cocked out. Keigo's eyes narrow.

"What's wrong with you?" He mutters curtly, eyes dragging across the Pro Hero's body, analyzing everything with a calculated yet seductive glare.

"Nnothing now that I'm h-hic-here," Toya insists, fumbling for his words as he tries his best to sound coherent. All he can think about is how badly he wants Keigo to fuck his brains out...and because he's so sloshed, he doesn't even process that he's biting his own lip and blushing as he stares with half-lidded eyes.

"Are you drunk, firefly?" Talons raises his eyebrow as he looks his on-again-off-again lover up and down.

"Nnnnn-Maybe," Toya slurs, eyes glazed over as he sways ever so slightly. "Isssss that gonna be a problem?" He pouts, tilting his head to the side. Keigo's jaw clenches as if in deep thought before he steps aside, gesturing for Toya to come in. He almost trips over the doormat, and, reflexively, Keigo lurches forward, bracing him with strong arms and elegant, dark crimson wings. Immediately, Toya seems to sink into the accidental embrace, his knees practically turning to jelly and his eyelids fluttering when he gets a whiff of the villain's cologne. Toya hums, softly nuzzling into the crook of his ex's neck before Keigo can push him away.

"You're drunk, Todoroki," Keigo mutters flatly, a slightly annoyed edge to his voice.

"Sssso what?" The hero blurts, subtly lifting his head to brush his lips against Keigo's collarbone.

"I'm not that kinda villain," Keigo retorts, though he stiffens a bit when he feels Toya's soft kisses.

"C'monnn," Toya groans, but Keigo ignores him, hooking his arms under Toya's armpits and walking him down the darkened hallway into an adjacent living room. One of his feathers leaves his wings and turns on a small lamp resting on a side table before he roughly shoves Toya onto the leather couch.

"I'm not doing anything to you if you're not coherent," Talons snaps, crossing his arms over his chest as he looms over Toya.

"Ohhhh. So NOW you wanna be the good guy! YOU'RE supposed to be Japan's most wanted. Some villain you are," Toya dramatically blabs, waving his arms haphazardly and moping like a child.

"Killing people who deserve it and tearing down a corrupt system is completely different than taking advantage of someone," Keigo snorts, and the hero immaturely sticks out his tongue in defiance.

"I still would've wanted it if I was sober," Toya grumbles under his breath, eyebrows furrowing as he hunches forward, pouting. Talons' ears perk up, and he taps his foot, mulling it over. He'd convinced himself he was just going to use Toya tonight as a stress reliever. His underlings hadn't been completing their assignments, and his plans were running behind schedule. Yet...he can't help but admit...he feels something for the fiery Hero. Their intimacy is incomparable to anything he's seen or experienced. It's intense. It's raw. It's real . In truth, Keigo can't get enough of it...neither of them can. If fate weren't pulling them apart and pitting them against each other, who knows?

Toya lifts his head up, and a shit-eating grin slowly spreads on his face while Keigo remains zoned out, lost in his own train of thought.

ZZZZip.

Keigo immediately snaps to attention when he feels Toya tugging at his pants zipper; his crotch is level with Toya's face.

SMACK!

Keigo slaps Toya's hands away and stumbles back, zipping his fly back up as Toya whines.

"You're such a fucking buzzkill . And that's coming from me !" Toya complains, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm fine . Yeah, I'm a little drunk. But...I got myself all the way here, didn't I?"

Keigo straightens his posture, wrestling with his own moral code. He'd love nothing more than to rail Toya until he begged for a break. Maybe part of him had gone soft.

"Can I at least have a kiss?" Toya sniffs, pushing himself to his feet and batting his long eyelashes at the villain. Keigo sighs.

The winged man struts forward, pondering how long it'll take for his pet Pro to sober up as he wraps a manicured hand around his lover's waist, eliciting a delighted hum from Toya. Keigo gently grabs his chin, pulling him into a delicate kiss. Keigo can taste the alcohol on his lips, and he can feel the hero's tongue desperately flicking against his bottom lip.

“Mmmmm….please…mmm~,” Toya moans breathlessly between each passionate kiss. The moment Keigo parts his lips, Dabi’s tongue darts into his mouth. Muffled whimpers spill from the hero’s throat as his tongue desperately dances with the villain’s, and Keigo’s feathers puff up in surprise and arousal. Even in his drunken state, Toya catches on, and his hands run through Keigo’s hair, tracing down his neck, over his shoulders…until they deliberately stroke through crimson feathers.

Talons might as well have been struck by lightning with the way his body tenses up on a dime, and his pupils shrink to slits as he opens his eyes.

“Beg harder,” Keigo growls, his voice borderline animalistic as he hungrily kisses Toya, grabbing fistfuls of his leather jacket to force him closer. Any shred of resolve left in Toya’s body completely disintegrates, and his pupils swallow his irises as he melts into the villain’s grip.

“ Please…please…please ,” Toya stutters miserably between intense, sloppy kisses, as if the tension is utterly agonizing.

“ Fuck , Toya,” Keigo rasps, breaking away from a heated kiss and sinking his fangs into the side of Toya’s neck.

“K- Kei ~,” Toya moans, head leaning back to give the villain better access as he continues thumbing through his feathers.

“Beg for what you want, firefly. Or you won’t get it,” Keigo demands, licking the deep, bruising bite mark he left behind before dragging his tongue across the hero’s jawline.

“Fuck me… oh God… please…oh, f-fuck my brains out, Keigo.” Toya’s gravelly voice comes out in ragged gasps as he focuses on the feeling of Keigo’s lips and teeth on his body.

“You want it that bad, baby?” Keigo chuckles darkly, fingers subtly snaking beneath Toya’s thin band T-shirt to dance up his abs and pecs. At this point, Toya can’t think clearly from more than just the alcohol. His thoughts become jumbled, sticking together with lust and instinct in an indiscriminate blob; all that comes out of his mouth are pathetic, feeble stutters. Keigo finds it amusingly adorable.

“Show me you can strip down without falling over, and you’ll get a reward, firefly. You’ll get exactly what you want,” The villain croons seductively, lightly pinching the hero’s nipples between his fingers and making him cry out softly before he pulls away. Toya gulps hard, attempting to get a grip. He doesn’t just want this…he needs this. The Pro Hero nods vigorously as Talons takes a step back, giving him enough room to try to disrobe. Toya slips off his jacket and shoes with no problem, fumbling for his belt and zipper like a maniac. It takes a few minutes with how disorganized his movements are, but, nonetheless, he finally finishes completely undressing. He’s shaking, and his cock hangs half-hard. Keigo grins devilishly when he sees it, leaving Toya an even worse blushing mess than previously.

“Every time I see you it’s like you get even more beautiful,” Keigo sighs wistfully, trying not to sound too patronizing, though he doubts Toya would even notice in this state. Before he can even respond, Keigo’s deep scarlet feathers swirl around him, lifting him off the ground and sending him straight to Talons’ bedroom. The villain struts after him, taking off his clothes mid-stride and tossing them aside as he walks down the hallway. The feathers throw Toya onto the bed, where he lands with a soft grunt as his head smacks against the silk pillows. The bed feels brand new, the sheets and comforter softer than a cloud to the touch. Part of him wonders if Keigo did that just for him; Talons knows Dabi is a sensory bitch.

Dabi starts to sit up, only to be immediately pushed down as Talons pounces on him, crashing their lips together so intensely that Toya moans into his mouth. He gasps when he feels cold, slick fingers prodding at his hole during the kiss, and he spreads his legs to give the villain better access. He tries not to squirm when they push inside, slowly massaging in tender circles. Keigo intentionally presses lightly against his lover’s prostate, forcing a sputtering gasp from Toya’s lips.

“That’s it, firefly. Sing for me,” Keigo whispers lovingly, heat rushing to his sun-kissed cheeks as he watches Toya completely fall apart, tongue lolling and eyelids fluttering as he tries to get a grip on himself. He’s still drunk; Keigo can’t argue with that. In fact, if it weren’t for the alcohol, he might’ve held a little more restraint; his wanton breathy moans are music to the villain’s ears.

“Kei go-oh~ fuck,” Toya huffs, voice cracking and throat dry from the constant airflow. Keigo fluidly pumps his fingers, curling them in just the right way, and Toya grabs fistfuls of his own hair. Keigo’s feathers dance up and down the Pro Hero’s chest, tenderly stimulating soft flesh and curves of muscle, deliberately applying pressure to his hardened nipples. Toya writhes in the sheets, bunching them up under his lower back as he twitches. Keigo’s eyes soften as he senses Toya’s skin through his feathers; he feels so damn warm…it’s overwhelmingly comforting. There’s something that stirs deep inside him whenever they’re intimate…even if that intimacy is just rushed alleyway fucking. Part of him firmly believes that Toya is his …that he belongs to him. His moans serve as a reminder that makes the villain’s skin crawl…in an overwhelmingly lascivious way.

“Baby, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Talons murmurs, his voice husky and desperate. His golden eyes lock onto Toya’s sapphire ones, and, suddenly, the dam breaks.

“You better be ready for me,” Keigo sneers, pulling his fingers free, leaving Toya empty and hollow. The hero’s lip trembles at the aching sensation…as if a part of him has been wrenched away and thrown into a pit. His eyes go wide as saucers, pleading silently as he watches his ex-lover smoothly coat his erection. Meanwhile, Toya’s dick remains untouched, pulsing and leaking in such a way that it looks almost painful. He’s so turned on that he can’t fucking stand it.

As if on cue, Toya grabs his ankles, forcing his legs as far apart as he can; the lewd gesture catches Kei off guard, and he blushes ferociously as he gets in position.

“Didn’t know you were that flexible,” Keigo breathes, shuddering as he slowly presses into him.

“Been- ah -working out,” Toya smirks, unable to hold back his pleasure-filled sighs, head leaning back into the pillow. Keigo’s hands harshly grip Toya’s shoulders as he slips all the way inside, muscles flexing as he takes slow, deep breaths.

“Hold on, firefly,” Talons chuckles darkly, fangs gleaming in the city lights that filter in from the window, and Dabi squirms under his grip as he wraps his hands around the back of the villain’s neck.

The first thrust sends sparks across Toya’s vision, and Keigo doesn’t give him time to recover. Their pattern is intensity, not grace…not when it comes to this. The sounds of sweat-slicked skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin echo through the bedroom, polluted with throaty groans from Keigo and blubbering gasps from Toya.

“More-Kei-more-more-more-more- more !” The hero drones over and over, his voice coated with lust as he drowns in ecstasy. His body rocks back and forth and back and forth, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open.

“You feel so fucking good. So fucking good, firefly. Mine . You’re fucking mine .” Keigo’s teeth are bared, fingernails digging into Toya’s shoulders as he harshly ruts up into him, practically using him like a cocksleeve. A feather darts from Keigo’s impressive wings, fluidly molding around Toya’s cock and making him cry out; Keigo’s eyes gain a prideful glint at the noise. Toya’s skin is steaming, his Quirk a sneeze away from activating as his emotions overload, but Keigo ignores it. He doesn’t care if he burns his hands. He’s going to keep going until he’s totally spent.

It only takes three or four strokes of the feather before Toya’s orgasm wracks his brain, broken moans spilling from his lips while Talons fucks him through it. As the hero’s cock stops twitching, Keigo slowly rocks his hips to a halt, taking in the scene beneath him.

“A-aren’t you gonna finish?” Toya gulps, attempting to catch his breath as he looks up.

Talons’ mouth curls up into a cruel smirk.

“Oh…we’re far from finished, firefly.”

…

By the third round, Toya’s sobered up. His mind is completely blank and filled with nothing but pure pleasure. He’s came more times than he can count, and yet Keigo’s only finished twice; Toya’s convinced he has superhuman stamina. They’ve spent all night entangled, switching positions, pausing for sloppy kisses, completely numbing their senses with oxytocin. Now, Toya’s having to shove his face into the pillow to avoid revealing their location; Keigo is practically lying on top of him, strong arms holding Toya in a full nelson as he pumps his hips.

“Alllmost there, baby, fuck , almost there,” Keigo pants into Toya’s ear until he finally comes undone. Toya whimpers weakly into the silk, lifting his head, revealing the mess of drool and tears that covers his face. Keigo starts to pull out of him, sucking on the skin between his neck and shoulder until they’re no longer connected. Toya almost sobs at the sudden void, feeling his heart twist in his chest as Keigo flips him over.

“You…are…totally wrecked,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly between heavy breaths as he looms over Toya. As the hormone surges level off, Toya’s suddenly very aware of how much pain he is in. His muscles hurt. The hickeys and bite marks throb. His dick might as well be broken. His ass-he doesn’t even know how to describe how that feels. More tears prick at the edges of his eyes, though more from physical causes rather than emotional ones. Talons hurt him. Granted, he also rocked his fucking world. But…he wasn’t gentle during sex. It felt…complicated. Maybe Rumi was right. Maybe he did deserve better. Maybe…maybe he did want something more delicate. Would Talons want to give him that? If he asked? Would he oblige and take it down a few dozen notches? Or would he laugh in his face? He feels his throat ache from trying not to cry. Maybe he’s just overreacting. It wouldn’t be the first time. He sniffles, cursing himself as he feels a tear fall when he blinks. Keigo’s lips purse in amusement, and he tenderly thumbs the tear away, cupping the side of Toya’s face. Toya softly gasps at the touch, feeling butterflies in his stomach as Keigo bends down, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“There, there, firefly. You did good,” The villain sighs before moving to the side. "You should probably get dressed. Don’t want your little friends wondering why you’re late for a meeting.”

Dabi blinks, his mind still a haze of derailed trains of thought. He looks over at the clock…and panics. It’s 4 A.M..

“Jesus Christ,” The hero swears under his breath as he uses every ounce of willpower and strength in his body to push himself off the bed. When he stands up, his knees almost buckle beneath him, and he winces at the throbbing pains.

“Your Uber’s outside,” Talons remarks nonchalantly, stretching as he makes his way under the covers, completely content.

“How did you-” Toya starts, but Keigo interrupts him.

“I can multitask, sweetheart.”

Toya’s heart sinks even more.

“W-what am I supposed to tell Mirko?” He stutters, and Keigo shrugs.

“Just tell her you tripped and fell into my bed,” Keigo sneers with a wink.

Toya laughs nervously as he stumbles out the bedroom door, wondering how long they’re going to continue this doomed dance.