Okay but this cheating Drabble/one shot thing you got going on is GOLDEN. Dabi and S/O tie up hawks so he has to watch dabi be better to S/O than hawks ever was.I have so many thoughts right now.Head full,head so full.
thank u for this one. part 4, the final one, of the cheating dabihawks x reader drabble series. a spontaneous bit of continuity :’^)
also, throwing this in here to, i just hit 2k. thank y’all so much. like. endlessly. thank u for engaging and reading and being here. i love y’all.
now, heres some FOOD
warnings: humiliation, degradation, revenge sex, restraints, subby keigo
|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 (final) ||
Watching Keigo squirm in the wooden chair, bound and nearly wingless, was fucking heaven. He looked fairly pathetic, all things considered. Ordering him to strip naked while Dabi gave you the same treatment was euphoric. The little, swollen tears that dripped down Keigo’s face might’ve been concerning, but the slap of his fat cock against his abs was telltale.
The bastard enjoyed it.
It had to be humiliating, watching one of your worst enemies (or fuck buddies? It was hard to tell with them) feel up your ex while you moaned, all high and gasping and pretty, just for Dabi.
You took pleasure in strapping him into the plain chair. He’d shuddered as you tightened his binds, cock leaking against his tummy.
You spit in his mouth for it.
...
His dick leaked more.
“God, he’s such a slut, should've known,” Dabi drawled from the bed, seated on its edge. He patted his clothed thigh. “Come on, over here, baby.”
You complied, swaying your hips in a way that you knew drove Keigo wild. Or, did, maybe, if he hadn’t been lying about that as well. You could hardly care. Maybe Keigo was the sex demon in bed that tabloids made him out to be, but he didn’t grace you with that side of himself. You assumed, rage boiling in your gut, that that was more than likely saved for his side piece.
You dropped onto Dabi’s lap, facing Keigo with a grin on your face. Dabi instantly was on you, guiding and twisting your face to tongue fuck your mouth. There wasn’t reverie in it (though, Dabi had shown you that in the aftermath of it all), it was just ownership.
Claiming.
Your hands wound into Dabi’s hair, his hands going to your tits, your thighs, even scalding the skin of your throat.
You loved every second of it.
When you stole a glance at Keigo, you nearly came on the spot.
He was stone still, mouth open, and nearly drooling. His cock stood flushed and proud against the toned plane of his stomach. A steady stream of preek leaked from the tip, a few stray tears splattering down and mixing into the mess.
“Messy boy,” you hummed, quickly turning back to Dabi.
Dabi was happy to indulge in your revenge fantasy. You wanted Keigo to feel like shit, and Keigo got off on feeling like shit and wanted to feel like shit for being such a piece of shit. It all worked out squarely. Plus, Dabi would get to watch the hero’s mind shatter while he reamed you so hard, you’d pass out.
You were too good for Keigo, anyways. Way too nice, way too pretty, way too fucking caring to be with someone who fucked around with you like you were just common trash. Dabi truly did respect you, especially since seeing the way you ground the heel of your words and actions into Keigo’s ego.
Dabi liked seeing people break. Getting to be the tool to break you while shattering Keigo (and his cock) was his absolute pleasure.
You writhed on his lap, grinding your hips against his stiffened cock, whines bubbling from your lips when the balls of the piercings rubbed against your puffy clit.
“Awww, Keigo,” Dabi sneered the hero’s true name like it was rotten wine. “How does it feel to see your little dove getting someone else’s cock?”
Keigo whined, biting his lip so hard, it might as well have bled.
“I’m not his,” you bit out, tugging at the roots of Dabi’s hair, tilting his head. You sucked along his neck, relishing the low groans and moans he released. They were counterpointed, like some sort of sick harmony, with Keigo’s high whines and... pleas?
You would’ve thought that Keigo would have begged for forgiveness. Begged to be heard out, begged to be given another chance. You expected the same dribble he’d been spewing since you’d caught him those weeks ago.
But, what you were given was sweet, sweet cries for—
“Please, please, one of you, please — !” Keigo sobbed against his binds. “Touch me!”
Maybe you would’ve paused.
But, not Dabi.
Dabi fucked up into you in a single, swift motion, slick gushing from your cunt onto the sheets below. You yelped, sobbing into the air as Dabi gave you a few precious moments to flutter around his girth. His scarred hands and arms hooked under your thighs, bearing all of you to Keigo.
You were all certain that the visceral image of Dabi, balls deep in your cunt, wouldn’t ever leave any of your minds, no matter the angle that you were viewing or experiencing it from.
“Please —” Keigo sputtered, cock head burning a deep red. It was cruel to leave him untouched. “It hurts.”
Good.
“You know,” Dabi huffed, raising you up, then dropping you onto his cock again. You tore the air with your screams of hot pleasure. “You’re hopeless, Keigo.”
Keigo cried, truly cried, hanging his head. You were too fucked out to give your own retorts, mind spinning as Dabi fucked you perfectly with each thrust, hard and deep.
“You had such a nice piece of ass. Real sweet. Cares, really does. Fucks like a whore and pleases like a wife.”
You and Keigo both keened, the shame of it all burning your cores like hot irons.
“But, you, you self-righteous, lazy-ass bastard, left your sweet girl on the sidelines for months? Couldn’t even bother to tell her. Strung her along like cheap pearls, right, Kei’?”
Keigo legitimately wailed at the use of his real name, breaths coming harsh and fast. Your head lolled back against Dabi’s chest, eyes wide, glazed and fucked out.
“That’s fine, though. I can fuck her like she deserves. Slow and deep if she wants, rough and fast, any way and any time. She’s more than earned it, putting up with a prick like you for so long.”
Keigo hung his head, hair soaked with sweat as his hips attempted to roll against his binds. You were begging under your breath, little words and sweet nothings as Dabi thumbed at your clit. He was getting close, all of the monologuing getting him a lot more hot than he anticipated.
“And you know what else, Keigo? You threw her away for some cheap model who only wanted your ‘name’. You really are the hero people say you are — throwing away what matters most to you!”
Oh.
Dabi fucked up one last time into you, slamming against your cervix and filling you. He kept his hand on your stomach, pressing and feeling the twitching of your cunt as you spasmed through your own orgasm, going rigid on his chest.
Your sweet cries of his name suffocated the air.
And Keigo?
Poor fucking Keigo.
As Dabi roused himself from his euphoria, leaving a few stray kisses on your crown, he paused.
What a sick fuck.
Keigo’s head hung limp. For a moment, Dabi thought he had passed out.
Oh no.
Keigo was sucking in breaths, panting like the hound he was, cock soft and sticky in his lap. Cum painted his face, tangled in his hair, dripping onto the floor and chair below as he weeped with a relieved smile on his face.
This might just work out.
