Patreon Compilation – Fic#313 – Endeavor/Hawks – public; exhibitionims/voyeurism – A Hero's Work

Endeavor/Hawks – villain!Hawks; groping; public – Villain Hawks is absolutely delighted that finally he's got Endeavor where he wants him to be. And a nice big audience to enjoy him with.

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Endeavor hates having to lay low and wait for the police to actually do their job, but there is not much that he can do otherwise in the current hostage situation. Far above them on the edge of a roof were exactly five people lined up, all of them visibly shaking despite the distance separating them.

The cause for their shaking was not apparent but he knew it even so: sharp blade-like feathers at their throats and their backs keeping them exactly where they were supposed to be.

The officer next to him lifts a megaphone to his mouth and calls out to the Villain making jaunty little flips in the sky above them: “WHAT ARE YOUR DEMANDS?”

Endeavor narrows his eyes. He’s read the reports of the past couple of times the Villain – Hawks – had shown up. His demands always had been childish; food or trinkets or clothes. It had seemed like he had been bored with his own antics.

This time, however, his demeanor is changed as far as Endeavor can discern. He seems almost manic, a huge grin on his face and arms and legs spreading wide as he stops mid-air. Like he’s finally got something that he wanted. Enji feels himself tensing, dread creeping up his spine.

Hawks gestures toward the police officer: “Him! I want him! Just for a little bit!”

The officer falters. He glances up at Endeavor, then back at the Villain. His voice comes like a squeak through the megaphone as he gestures weakly at his own person. “ME?”

Hawks groans and shakes his head. He gestures again wildly, lowering himself somewhat toward the ground. “No, idiot! I meant that DILF there. Fuuuuck he’s hot. C’mere babe, let daddy play with your fat tits some, yeah?”

.o.

Enji is far out of his element. He’s been in the hero business for a good thirty years and he’s never been in a situation like this: forced into inactivity due to the lives of hostages on the line and being groped by a man half his age. In front of gawping civilians.

He feels like he is about to combust and that has nothing to do with his Quirk. He tries to keep the hot flush out of his face but it is not obeying. His hands are balled to fists at his sides, Adam’s Apple bouncing in his throat whenever he jerkily swallows.

“Fuck, your fists are as big as my head. That’s so hot,” Hawks groans right into Enji’s ear. He’s hovering behind him, the lazy flap of his wings keeping him just afloat enough that he can moan and sigh and groan like he is getting fucked.

Enji can’t wrap his head around it. What is wrong with this kid?

“And your fucking tits, Endeavor-san. Oh my God, I could motorboat your breasts every day and not get bored.”

Enji’s feels like there is steam about to curl out of his ears. He can hear the snickering of some of the civilians closer by. His mortification knows no bounds.

“Will you shut up?!” he hisses. His hands flinch when Hawks’ arms slide underneath his arms again to once more grab big hand fuls of his pectorals. He squeezes so hard that the plump muscles are welling up between his fingers.

The Villain groans again. He’s plastered against Endeavor’s back and he is suitably sure that he is feeling the other man’s cock pressing into his spine. He does not know what to do. He does not know how to behave to stop this from happening.

He’s only standing there, stoically staring ahead of himself and still this absolute pervert seems to find things to get aroused over constantly.

“Oh yeah, baby… shit, you’re getting real angry, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re practically burning up. Damn, I can only imagine how you’d feel on my cock. You’d be unbearably warm, huh? Damnnn.”

Endeavor can hear his own throat clicking as he swallows. There are licks of flame erupting all over his body at sporadic intervals but quickly die down when he thinks about why he is doing this. The hostages…

He is still a hero. He has to protect them, even if it means that he has to throw away his own dignity.

Suddenly there’s a soft gust of cool are against his chest. He hears the crowd gasping and Hawks snicker. Dumbly, as if moving through molasses, Enji lowers his chin against his collar bones and stares down his front.

In the corner of his eyes he sees Hawks still holding one of his razor sharp, crimson feathers, but his attention is more so on the fine horizontal slice the thing had produced in his costume.

The fabric is immediately capitulating to the laws of physics, gasping open as Endeavor’s meaty chest spills out.

“Oh fuck, what’s this?!” Hawks exclaims, voice high-pitched and reedy as he reaches for Enji’s chest again, his chin hooked over the Hero’s shoulder to watch himself as both hands pinch and teasingly pull at the thick bandaids plastered over Endeavor’s nipples.

They’re nothing outrageous. They’re sensible. He’s just… he chafes easily and they keep the discomfort to a minimum when 80% of his days he is in his suit, the material clinging and his body producing sweat due to his own heat-

“Shit, shit, shit,” Hawks whines and manages to peel one edge of the bandaids off to pinch between his trembling fingers and start peeling it off. Enji stoically stares ahead of himself, his hands starting to ache with how hard he has them clenched. He could ignore the Villain just fine if it weren’t for the crowd so close by. Their murmurs. The sound of photos being taken with phones.

Enji’s head moves over jerkily to stare them down with murderous blue eyes. His jaw is working, his head loud with all kinds of thoughts that he is not voicing out loud because he has more dignity than that.

Hawks peels the other bandaid off as well. He’s giggling, sounding absolutely delirious. There’s no way he can still be paying attention to the hostages but when Enji chances a glance up, they are all still standing perfectly straight against the edge of the roof, their chins still tilted up by razor sharp feathers at their throats.

How could this imbecile-

“Your tits, Endeavor-san,” Hawks whines obnoxiously into his ear. His fingertips are carefully closing around the fat nubs of Endeavor’s nipples, squeezing and rolling them slowly until they pebble into desperate attention humiliatingly quickly.

Endeavor feels a gasp crawling up his throat and jerks one arm up, pressing his fist against his mouth to stifle the mortifying sound.

His eyes jerk wildly around, glancing through the alleys of surrounding buildings, all secured by the police, over to the hostages, back to the huge crowd of onlookers, watching him with their faces pink and eyes glassy… so many phones thrust up into the air, taking photos or filming or both – he has no idea.

So many eyes on him, watching him in his endless shame as Hawks coos at him and slowly plucks on his idiotically sensitive, hard peaks.

“This doing it for you, is it?” Hawks whispers into his ear, blessedly soft enough that nobody else would be able to hear it, at least. “You stick little band aids on your tits so you wouldn’t get all hot and bothered in your suit, huh? Slut…”

Enji makes a soft sound of denial. It’s far higher-pitched than he would like, but his body no longer seems to be his own. His gut is churning with hot magma, his cock straining against the hard cup keeping it nice and secure from wayward knees – and thankfully keeping him somewhat decent in this whole debacle.

Hawks chuckles. He sounds so unaffected suddenly. Like his earlier whining and whimpering had just been a front. He keeps slowly rolling Endeavor’s swollen nipples between his pinching fingers, occasionally tugging slightly. The sensation races through Enji’s body. He’s sweating profusely.

“Oh, I will have fun with you, Endeavor-san,” Hawks croons into his ear. He’s slowly grinding his cock against Endeavor’s spine, letting go of his nipples to instead very gently scratch his nails across their blunt tips.

Enji’s eyes fly wide open, tears of desperation and overstimulation itching at the corners of his eyes. His body is taut as a bow-string. He feels like he is about to beg-

Hawks lets go of him without warning. He pushes away and pulls high into the air, out of Endeavor’s reach, though the Hero’s reaction time is sluggish at best.

The Villain waves, a huge, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“I think this will be it for today! I’ll have more fun next time, Endeavor-san!” His grin becomes darker and sharper at the edges. “Much more fun.”

He turns, flitting away faster than he or the police could react.

The hostages are released.

But Endeavor does not feel any better.