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Endeavor/Hawks – Endeavor is just a huge slut and Hawks has a big, filthy potty mouth. Just like nature intended, basically!

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“Are you… h-hah--- hah!! Are you hiding your face, Endeavor-san?! Oh my God. Oh my God!”

Hawks sounds like he is about to have an aneurysm, fucking fast and hard into his idol, his hands clamped around his hips and holding on for dear life.

He’s an arguably small man but the way he fucks into Endeavor shakes him to his very bones regardless. Each drive into his overheating intestines jolts up his spine and settles in a tight almost-migraine at the base of his skull.

Hawks only seems to fuck harder, apparently trying to drive Enji right through the glass of the huge floor to ceiling windows in his office.

Endeavor whines, his back arching and ass pushing back harder, planting his forearms against the glass and leaving sweaty smears on it in the process. Hawks stumbles back a step or two, pushed by the Hero’s backside and his answering grin his wild in the vague reflection above Endeavor’s dark red hair as the big man lets his head hang in shame.

“Holy shit, Endeavor-san! Endeavor-san! You’re goddamn ass, are you kidding me?! It’s so fat and hot-”

His hands slide from Endeavor’s trim waist to his cheeks, digging his fingers deep into the thick, meaty muscles of his glutes.

He sounds… deranged. On the verge of insanity. Enji feels his blush burning hot and bright – hotter and brighter than any of his flames – crawling from his face to his shoulders and along his back. He wants to press a hand over his mouth to stifle his pathetic, humiliated whines, but Hawks rams back into him and he has to use both arms to keep from getting smashed face first into the window.

It’s horrible to listen to Hawks’ filthy mouth. The things he says with absolutely no filter in between… just spitting out whatever comes to his horribly deranged mind as he grunt fucks Endeavor and makes him feel like all his insides are being rearranged by this man roughly half his damn size.

Horrible. Humiliating. Degrading.

God, he’s so hard. With his head hanging low, he can watch fat globs of pre-cum dripping from the flushed tip of his cock. It doesn’t even look like pre-cum anymore; the color is so thick and creamy, he wonders wildly whether Hawks is milking him dry without realizing. Whether he’s been cresting on an almost-orgasm doomed to get it ruined at the very last second.

He can already hear Hawks’ belittling laughter. Oh the shame…

“Best pussy I’ve ever had,” Hawks whines. He’s plastered to Enji’s back now, face pressed against his spine somewhere half-way up his back, the position too awkward to really thrust anymore, so he is forced to just shimmie back-and-forth and drive his cock into Endeavor’s sensitive prostate over and over again. He’s seeing stars. His lungs are spasming and he has trouble thinking about how to keep breathing.

“You’re such a nasty slut, Endeavor-san. Letting me fuck you in your office. Anybody could see, you know? Anybody could see you getting your fat ass speared on my cock. Or what if your secretary hears? I bet she could just turn on the intercom without you being ever the wiser and listen to you whine like a bitch on my dick while filing her pretty nails.

Would you like that? Everybody knowing what a pathetic, sloppy whore you are, Endeavor-san?”

Endeavor chokes on his own tongue. He just gurgles, his knees trembling and almost giving way if Hawks wasn’t holding on to him with a steel grip.

The young man snickers against Enji’s sweaty skin, grinding his hips against his plush ass and curling his arms around him in an awkward bear-hug.

“Yeah. Yeah, didn’t think so. Wow, you’re so embarrassed by everything, Endeavor-san. That’s so hot!”

He presses a kiss against Enji’s spine and stills. Enji’s eyes roll into his head as he feels the slow flex of his cock even if he does not feel the thick spurts of sticky cum coating his insides.

Just like he thought, once Hawks starts to pull away and have a look at how he’s ruined him, he starts to laugh.

“Shit, Endeavor-san. Without hands? That’s insane!! Next time I need to fuck you on your back. I need to see it. And your tits bouncing. That too. Yeah.”

Enji does not reply with anything, too horrified by what he’s let himself become. The brainless slut for a man half his age. And how his body prickles just wanting it to continue on and on and on.