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The feeling of hands against his hips and teeth on his neck is distracting. Normally Hawks would gladly enjoy it, lean into the pain as it washes over him, but right now? Right now it's distracting in the worst of ways.
“Yes, sir, I understand. So far nothing has happened within the League, they’ve been playing it quiet.” A hiss makes it past his lips as teeth sink into his hip. Red eyes peer up at him through a curtain of hair, a bloodstained smile spreading across Shigaraki’s face as he licks the blood from his teeth.
“No, sir, everything’s fine.” Shigaraki ignores Hawks attempts to push him away, ignores the warning glare telling him to stop. Stupid bird, he should know better by now.
If Shigaraki wants something, he’ll get it.
He brushes away the feathers trying to tug him away, easily disintegrating them with a touch. He bites Hawks again, eyes never leaving his face so he can watch the way it scrunches up in pain. The small twitches of muscle under his touch, the way Hawks tries to jerk away from him, it makes him want to bite more.
He holds him tighter, teeth digging in deeper until Hawks’ breath stutters and his hand flies down to Shigaraki’s hair. He doesn’t push him away, he knows better. Instead his fingers dig into the light hair, pulling him closer as his teeth sink into his chest this time.
Hawks can hear his handler’s questioning tone at what has him so distracted, he never gets the chance to answer.
“Bird Boy’s a bit busy right now.” Rough hands brush over his own and he's left with only a handful of dust as the phone disintegrates within his grasp.
“Boss… you know that's going to cause issues!" His voice rose into a squeak towards the end as teeth sank into his neck. It hurts so good, sending shivers of pain tinged pleasure down his spine, until his wings are shaking and puffing up as a warm tongue laps up the blood oozing out from the bite.
"And? You don't actually care, do you Birdy?" Any reply Hawks could've given him becomes a soft whine as the bites turn into harsh sucking. Shigaraki leaves fresh bruises to join the myriad of them already covering his neck and shoulders. It's a colorful mess of teeth marks and bruising, in all stages of healing.
"No, but what am I going to tell them?"
Shigaraki's eyes roll at the question, spidery fingers trailing along Hawks' hips, settling there for just a moment so he can squeeze.
"Does it matter? We're going to get rid of them soon." There's a soft grumble but, Shigaraki is right and Hawks can't argue it. His silence is rewarded with a kiss, chapped lips pressing to his own, easily parting them with a demanding tongue slipping into his mouth.
The kiss is messy and domineering, spit dripping down their chins as Shigaraki holds Hawks in place, one hand firmly situated in blond hair while the other leaves bruises on sharp hips.
The kiss lasts all too long, and yet, seems to only last a moment.
They're breathless when they seperate, lips connected together by a strand of saliva before it breaks apart. Hawks can feel the heat rising on his face, feel the flush crawling down his chest. He's sure if he'd look down he could see the red peeking between the open zipper of the leotard.
There's a weakness in his knees that has him clinging to Shigaraki, talons digging into the black fabric of his suit while a whimper leaves his mouth unbidden. He should be better than this. It shouldn't be so easy to reduce him to a flustered mess.
It's scary how much power Shigaraki holds over him.
The room echoes with the sound of their breathing. Shigaraki is the one to break the silence, chapped lips spreading into a smirk as the hand on his hip dips inside of Hawks' pants.
The tips of his fingers follow the bodysuit down, tracing along the textured ridges of the fabric as it slides between slim legs, the fabric riding up between the puffy lips of his cunt.
"Already so wet, and I've barely touched you. So eager for me, huh? Good boy, I like that."
The words send a pulse of heat between his legs, it has his pussy throbbing with need, his dick twitching against the fabric of his suit. Shigaraki’s fingers touch with purpose, firm against the hard bulge of his dick, sending shivers of pleasure down Hawks’ spine. Hawks’ can feel his legs shake as a truly pathetic whimper leaves him.
It's not fair. Just a few touches and he’s already sounding like a bitch in heat begging to be bred.
The touching doesn’t stop, even as he tries to jerk his hips away. No, instead Shigaraki pins him against his body with one hand, the smirk on his face is mean as he toys with Hawks’ dick. Fingers sliding over the little erection, rubbing it with slow even movements of his fingers until Hawks is gasping out Shigaraki’s name.
The crotch of his suit is completely soaked, he can feel the wetness staining his thighs as the fabric clings to his cunt. It’s almost painful, the way it rides up between the plump lips of his cunt as it’s tugged up with every stroke of those dangerous fingers. Just a few touches, a few bites, and Hawks can feel the oncoming orgasm, the tightening coil in his gut that sends flashes of pleasure through his body.
He's just a whimpering little bitch, spreading his legs open for more, begging to be touched, to be claimed and marked as purely Shigaraki’s for all to see.
And Shigaraki is all too happy to comply. Dull teeth biting deeply into tanned flesh, leaving rings of bruises all along Hawks’ neck. A claim, a collar tying him solely to this man, the man who’d happily destroy him and save him in the same breath. The man who Hawks’ turned his back on the hero society to follow.
“Boss!” Hawks’ voice is a high pitched keen as he cums. His thighs snapping shut around the pale hand, trapping it there as Shigaraki’s teeth dug into his skin, blood staining them red and pink. It's enough, the shock of pain and the insistent press of fingers against his dick, it has Hawks’ shaking and sobbing against Shigaraki, legs clamped shut and trembling as they grow too weak to hold him up.
Shigaraki lets him slide to the floor, watches him as he licks the blood from his teeth, eyes lidded and dark with desire. The desire to ruin Hawks even more than he already has, ruin him so thoroughly none could deny who he belongs to.
Hawks is so eager too, even as he shakes from his orgasm. He treats Shigaraki to the sight of him kicking his pants off and tugging the crotch of his leotard aside, showing off his flushed and soak cunt, the hole is twitching and dick all swollen and red, so eager and ready for more.
"Good bird. I wonder, what would your poor fans think seeing you like this? Legs spread wide like a whore so you can get fucked by a villain." Shigaraki can see the way his words make Hawks shiver, legs shaking as a dribble of his own slick slides out of his waiting pussy. The sight of it makes his smile grow.
"Such a pretty bird, so eager to please your owner. How about I reward you?" He doesn't bother pulling his pants off fully, instead tugging them down enough to free his cock. It's long and pale and flushed an angry red.
He doesn't give him much warning. One second he's staring down at Hawks, watching him as he slowly strokes his dick, the next Shigaraki is between his legs, pressing into Hawks in one smooth motion. It's good, it always is. Hot and wet and the walls flutter around him so eagerly, drawing him in deeper and deeper until the tip is bumping against Hawks' cervix. Hawks' legs clamp tight around him, keeping him close while he chokes for air, taloned fingers raking across the concrete floor instead of Shigaraki's skin.
There's barely a second of wait before the wet sound of skin hitting skin fills the room. Shigaraki fucks Hawks hard, his fingers leaving deep bruises on thin hips as he fucks him like he's trying to fuck into his womb. He knows Hawks likes it; the way he's screaming and sobbing out, 'Boss, Boss, Boss!' over again just fills him with a sense of gratification. The number two hero, under him, moaning as his sloppy cunt is fucked open by his enemy. It's an incredible power rush, there's nothing quite like it.
Sweat coats their bodies as hot air washes over their faces. Their breaths intermingle, harsh panting and gasping moans echoing in the room with the sound of their bodies meeting together over and over again. It’s slick and hot and Shigaraki can feel the growing puddle under them from just how wet Hawks is. The soft walls of his cunt cling to his cock, the drag sending shocks of pleasure through him everytime he moves.
It's almost overwhelming. Almost.
No, the only one getting overwhelmed is Hawks. Seeing his face lax and open, drool on his chin and eyes hazy from ecstasy keeps Shigaraki from losing himself. He moans and sobs so pretty. Begging his boss for more, pleading to be fucked harder, for Shigaraki to let him cum. He’s been a good boy right?
Shigaraki reaches between them, fingers rubbing against Hawks’ dick and making him shriek. It’s enough, having his dick toyed with while he's being fucked raw? It sends him over the edge, the bubble of pleasure coursing through him yet again and Shigaraki can feel as he cums around his cock, milking it as muscles flutter and tighten, as he sobs out his name and soaks his lap.
The begging for more turns into him begging Shigaraki to stop, that it's too much. He doesn’t stop, instead he shifts up on his knees, nearly folding Hawks’ in half as he fucks into him even harder. He keeps toying with Hawks' cute little dick, stroking it as Hawks squeals and moans as he's quickly brought towards a second orgasm.
It’s more violent than the first one. Hawks sobs from underneath him, face stained with tears as talons dig into Shigaraki’s arms, ruining the sleeves of his shirt and drawing up blood. Hawks squeezes impossibly tight around his cock, pussy pulsing and legs shaking as he soaks them in a rush of cum.
Shigaraki can't hold on either, just a few more thrusts into that vice-like grip and he's cumming. He holds Hawks down, keeping his twitching body still as he pumps him full of cum, cock throbbing as ropes of it fill him up until it's oozing out around his dick. He basks in the moment, breath heavy as he pins Hawks with his body. Doesn't bother to move until he's gone soft and slips out of the well-fucked hole.
Shigaraki gives himself a second to appreciate the sight of Hawks. Eyes rolled back and bleary, cunt gaping as it leaks out globs of cum. He even snaps a picture for later before he cleans himself up using Hawks' discarded pants.
He leaves him there laying in a puddle of cum. He knows Hawks will come back to himself in a few minutes, but right now, Shigaraki has other things to take care of.
"Enjoy the show?"
A scowl decorated Dabi's face as he wiped cum stained fingers clean against his pants, dick still out for all to see.
"Good. Because that's all you'll be getting. You won't like the punishment if you touch my things, Dabi." Shigaraki's smile is all teeth and threats, a promise of what would happen if Dabi should try and disobey.
He leaves him there outside Hawks' room, dismissing him from even being an issue. Dabi knows better.
Anyways, Shigaraki has to make sure his pet Birdy has a new uniform.
After all, can't be having him hide all those pretty marks he left on him.
He needs to make sure everyone can see just who Hawks belongs to.