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Dabi was a beta— at least, that’s what he’d always assumed.
His accident had robbed him of the chance to present. And when he woke from his coma, half of his body wasn’t even his. His vocal cords were fried, so any sound he tried to make would just come out like a cat whose tail got stuck in a blender.
He never popped a knot while he was quickly jerking off. He never went into heat during those few springs when he was wandering the streets alone. He’d never had the interest of pursuing anyone or the wish to be pursued.
Dabi stopped worrying about it after a few years. What did it matter if he was a beta? That just meant he could focus solely on his revenge against Endeavor.
Everything was fine until he met Hawks— mister alpha who had even other alphas begging to be his bitch.
Hawks was insufferable for many reasons, but him being an alpha was strangely not one of them.
If anything, Dabi kind of liked it. When he was alone on the streets, it was hard to tell if he should’ve been threatened or comforted by an alpha’s presence. But knowing Hawks was an alpha, and knowing that he was currently in a safe environment, Dabi felt himself relaxing around the hero.
Hawks must’ve picked up on it, as well, because he’d become fairly protective over Dabi the more time they spent together.
When they were relaxing at the end of the night in Hawks’ apartment, he’d make sure Dabi had eaten enough. When they went on missions together, Hawks would keep his wings folded around them both as much as possible. When a threat popped up, Hawks would grip the back of Dabi’s coat and let out a low warning growl at the enemy.
Dabi found himself getting closer to Hawks, which was… confusing for him. Why would he care about being with an alpha if he was a beta? Why did it matter? Did it even matter? Was he overthinking it?
“Dabi,” the hero purred into his ear.
The hot breath on Dabi’s cheek was enough to make him feel dizzy— not to mention Hawks’ overwhelming scent that he was sure even betas weren’t immune to.
He shuddered an inhale. “Hawks.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Why the hell would you wanna do that?” Dabi couldn’t help but snort. Hawks tilted his head as he continued, “Get your eyes checked.”
“I’m a bird of prey,” Hawks said calmly. “I can see farther and clearer than a normal human.” He paused with a smile, raising his hand to grip Dabi’s chin with his thumb. “And I still only have eyes for you.”
Dabi was equally elated and absolutely offended.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dabi growled. “I’m sure you have plenty of omegas begging you to knot them. Why would you want a beta like me?”
Hawks looked genuinely confused. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then knelt his head to sniff underneath Dabi’s ear. The villain stiffened and started to shove him away.
“Get off me, I don’t have a—!”
“But you do,” Hawks whispered, “and you are an omega.”
Dabi’s brain stalled.
“The fuck are you—”
“It’s faint, but it’s there.” Hawks took a deeper inhale as he began to crawl over Dabi’s body on the couch. His voice lowered, dripping in arousal. “You smell like hickory smoke and baked apples.”
Dabi’s legs naturally fell to either side as the hero moved himself between them. He struggled to get a deeper breath in his lungs when all he could smell was Hawks, Hawks, Hawks.
“But… how?” Dabi rasped. “I-I’ve never had a—”
“Have you been close with anyone before?”
Dabi swallowed hard. “Not really.”
“Then maybe you’re demi,” Hawks offered. He finally raised his head to look into the villain’s eyes, and though his pupils were blown wide, he still smiled softly.
“Demi?”
“Demisexual. Meaning you don’t really feel sexual attraction for someone unless you’re close to them. You need an emotional connection first. Does that sound right?”
Dabi furrowed his brows. This was too much to try to understand with Hawks this close and smelling this good. The assault of cedarwood and sunshine on his nostrils was making it hard to even think.
“I don’t fuckin’ know... I guess?”
“Should I stop?” Hawks asked as he began to sit back.
And suddenly, the thought of the hero moving away from him was devastating.
“No!” Dabi said. He gripped onto Hawks’ shirt. The hero stopped, his wings twitching a bit as he studied his face. Dabi’s healthy skin grew pinker by the second. “I… fuck, don’t stop—”
Hawks returned to his spot on top of Dabi. He placed his chin on the villain’s head, laying his wings around them as he began to croon softly.
Dabi gripped either side of Hawks’ shirt. He was attempting to steady his breathing with the help of the hero’s soothing sounds, but something was nagging at the back of his mind— something he’d never really been in a situation to notice before.
‘Hawks mate.’
An overwhelming urge to be with Hawks started to blossom in his chest at the same time that something in his gut began to physically ache. Light shivers ran up Dabi’s spine and he bit his lower lip.
“H-Hawks—”
The hero nodded, tilting his head to nose into his hair. “God, I can smell it. Did I trigger…?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Dabi shuddered. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. The trembling felt like a panic attack, but he wasn’t anxious. On the contrary, he was fairly calm… just suddenly very needy and very horny—
“What do you wanna do?” Hawks asked seriously. “I can take you back to the League or get you a hotel or—”
“Here?”
Hawks paused. “You can stay here, but I don’t think I—”
His thought was interrupted by Dabi arching his chest up against him. His jaw dropped as he let out a throaty moan, then pinned the villain down and roughly grounded his bulge between his legs. Dabi whimpered, eyes fluttering, and Hawks immediately sat back.
“S-Sorry, I don’t think I’ll, uh… be able to control myself if you stay here.”
“Then don’t.”
“Dabi—”
Dabi felt the seat of his pants get damp and his cheeks burned. He tilted his head back to lock his eyes with Hawks’.
“Don’t leave me to deal with this alone.”
It was a demand said in the most pleading way possible.
Hawks licked his lips subconsciously. Dabi couldn’t help but notice the prominent tent in the hero’s pants and his own cock screamed for attention.
“Okay,” he said.
Relief washed over Dabi, followed by surprise when Hawks scooped him up and carried him into his bedroom. He gently plopped Dabi onto his bed and crawled over him, already reaching to remove his shirt.
“I had hoped to have a bit more of a chill first time with you,” Hawks laughed breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to trigger your heat.”
“You’ve thought about this?”
“Well, yeah. I thought I was being pretty straight-forward with how I felt.”
Hell, maybe he was. Dabi had never done this before— any of this. It wouldn’t surprise him if any kind of normal courting just went over his head completely.
Dabi pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor as Hawks worked on his pants. He yelped when the hero tugged him down by his hips, burying his nose into his bulge with a pleased rumbling sound.
“Fuck, you drive me absolutely crazy,” Hawks growled low.
Dabi felt another rush of… he guessed it was slick, and he whined, “Hawks—”
“Can I?” he asked, rubbing a few fingers over the hardening tent in Dabi’s pants. His golden eyes— more like gold-rimmed now, given how much his pupils had swallowed the bright color whole— flickered up to the villain’s face.
Dabi nodded as he half-heartedly covered his blushing face. “H-Hurry, I can’t—”
“You’re okay,” Hawks assured. He quickly leaned up and over Dabi, cradling his cheek as he bumped their foreheads together. “I’m right here. I won’t leave you, alright?”
Dabi’s eyes widened. The last shred of his worries blew away in the wind as his omega urged him to trust his alpha.
So he did.
And he succumbed.
He pulled Hawks down for a messy kiss— all teeth and tongue and spit. The hero managed to get them both undressed while hardly breaking the connection of their lips. Their scents mixing and permeating through the air was intoxicating— the comfort of a midday campfire.
Dabi’s first orgasm surprised them both. Hawks was stroking him leisurely, getting used to working around the piercings. The villain’s mind was clouding more and more by the minute, and when his omega started begging ‘alpha alpha alpha,’ he arched his back and came with a muted cry against Hawks’ lips.
He shivered, wanting to feel absolutely mortified for coming so quickly. But without missing a beat, Hawks purred, “Good boy.”
Dabi gripped the hero’s bicep with enough force for his blunt nails to leave indents on the skin.
“Fuck me.”
“I will, baby, I’m getting there—”
“Now, Hawks, I’m not asking.”
Hawks couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his chest. “Alright, alright. Let me just—”
He swiftly snuck a hand between Dabi’s legs and pushed a finger inside his slicked entrance. It went in effortlessly and the villain let out a strangled wail.
“God, you’re fucking soaked already. You sure this is your first time?”
Any brain functionality Dabi had been clinging to went out the window. All he could do was sling an arm over his eyes and nod, cheeks tinted as red as the hero’s feathers.
Stars danced behind his eyelids when Hawks inserted another finger. The hero worked him open with skilled scissoring and pumping. Dabi’s cock throbbed once again on his stomach. And when Hawks crooked his fingers ever so slightly to brush against the aching gland inside of him, there was no stopping his second orgasm from shooting onto his chest as he whined.
“Good boy, good boy… Fuck, you’re doing so well,” Hawks praised. He withdrew his fingers, much to Dabi’s clear dismay when he nearly sobbed at the loss. “Shhh…”
“H-Hawks, please—” Dabi said, his voice cracking. The hero nudged his arm away from his face. Dabi’s watering eyes opened to see a warm smile and golden orbs shimmering like a sunrise.
“You look so pretty like this.”
Something rumbled in the villain’s chest— rasped, broken, and nearly strangled. It took a few seconds for Dabi to realize it was him that was making the sound and he quickly cleared his throat to make it cut off.
“Why’d you stop?”
Dabi blinked. “‘Cause it sounds awful.”
“Don’t say that,” Hawks said softly. He crawled closer, nudging Dabi’s legs apart so they could drape over his own thighs. His nose buried into dark, fluffy hair. “I think it’s perfect. Means you’re happy, which is all I want.”
The villain snorted as he shook his head. Then he felt Hawks’ cock nudge at his entrance and he gasped. His hips wiggled on their own, trying to get it to go further inside.
“Easy…” Hawks warned. He kissed Dabi’s forehead as he slowly started to push inside.
The villain’s eyes rolled back, relishing in the overwhelming ecstasy of Hawks claiming him, inside and out. His arms wrapped around Hawks’ neck tightly. He wanted to speak, but he had no words. All he could do was whimper and moan and tremble.
“Okay?” Hawks asked when he bottomed out.
“Yes, yes, fuck—” Dabi finally managed.
Getting fucked felt better than he could’ve ever dreamed. Having had a taste of it now, he could definitely see how people would get addicted to it. This was his first time and he already never wanted it to stop, though it felt like the ache inside of him was being teased— merely given a snack instead of a meal.
“Please, please, please,” Dabi begged, all of his pride long forgotten. His cock bounced on his stomach as Hawks fucked into him. “God, alpha, please—”
Hawks let out a low groan, sending sparks of pleasure straight to the villain’s cock. “Shit, don’t say those things…”
“Alpha—”
Dabi was rewarded with a particularly rough thrust, followed by a torturous grinding of Hawks’ hips. He keened beautifully and the hero growled deep in his chest, vibrating through to Dabi’s fingertips.
“I’m not gonna last—” Hawks grunted.
“Will you knot me?” Dabi asked, breathless and hopeful.
Hawks furrowed his brows and moaned, his wings twitching and flexing above them. “I wasn’t going to for your first time… but fuck, I-I don’t think I can hold back—”
Dabi felt the knot begin to swell at the base of Hawks’ cock as it rammed against his hole. It stretched a little further and the hero pushed it past Dabi’s rim with a grunt. His thrusts grew shallow with the limited wiggle room and he leaned down into Dabi’s embrace.
The villain’s omega chanted, ‘mate knot, mate knot!’
“Dabi—”
The final swelling of the knot locked them in place, and before Dabi could actually prepare for it, Hawks came.
Dabi felt all of it.
He felt himself being stretched and filled to bursting. He felt his aching gland reach its peak, seemingly deflating against the welcome presence of Hawks’ cock head. And he felt his own balls tighten as he shot his own ropes of come with a shout he couldn’t hear through the ringing in his ears.
Except it wasn’t ringing— it was purring.
Well, it was Dabi’s broken version of purring.
He didn’t stop it this time.
Hawks laid on top of him, wings spread on either side like a blanket. He tucked Dabi’s head under his chin with a contented hum.
“Good boy,” Hawks whispered.
Realistically, Dabi knew he was the farthest thing from a good boy. But being praised by Hawks, the alpha who was currently knotted to him for the next half-hour or so… maybe Dabi could accept being an omega.