Patreon Compilation – Fic#168 – Endeavor/Hawks – transman Endeavor; clothed humping; consensual non consent – #1 Slut

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Endeavor/Hawks – Endeavor made helpless and immobile means Hawks can just do whatever the fuck he pleases. It's not like Enji isn't a huge whore for it.

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This is all Hawks ever wanted: Endeavor, sweaty and beat up bound to a wall and helpless to do anything against Hawks’ depraved ideas that he so likes to come up with.

The villain responsible for the predicament is currently lying in the corner of the warehouse, knocked out by yours truly. He would have to send them a gift basket after everything is said and done.

Endeavor is still breathing hard, his face crumpling in something like… grumpy worry as he watches Hawks advance on him.

Honestly, Hawks has never seen an expression like this on anybody else. Only Endeavor would be able to look so unsure and so pissy at the same time. He keeps pulling against the vines holding his arms bound to the wall, flames spluttering off and on. Either he’s completely exhausted himself or something in their surroundings or the villain’s Quirk is responsible for it.

Hawks doesn’t care too much… all he cares about right now is that Endeavor is helpless for him and can’t do anything against his eager, grabbing hands as they go to his chest to cup his massive pecs and dig his fingers into the thick muscle.

He can almost hear the grind of Endeavor’s teeth, his eyes bugging nearly out of their sockets.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing? Stop fucking around and get me out of here!”

Hawks smiles serenely, his eyes focused on the fact that Endeavor’s nipples are starting to show through the thin spandex of his hero costume; lewd protrusions that he can’t help but pinch between his fingers and roll until he hears the big guy gasp.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m finally living my dream,” he replies serenely, leaning forward and latching onto one of the tight little nubs, able to tongue it even with the fabric still covering it.

Endeavor inhales sharply again, his body trying to tense but too exhausted to do anything much.

“Hawks! This is neither the time nor the place! Get your filthy pervert hands off of me and secure the Villain!”

“Don’t you worry, Endeavor. I’ve got everything taken care off. The Villain is all trussed up and out of it for the next hour or two. More than enough time for us to have fun, hm?”

He is absent minded as he talks, more focused on the sight of the wet suit stretched over the slutty nipple… or how good Endeavor’s crotch feels when he cups it. It is feverishly hot in his palm, and when he moves his fingers along the space he can feel the gash of his pussy.

“Fuck… are you not wearing any underwear? Holy shit-”

Endeavor has stopped talking, going up onto the balls of his feet, his massive thighs trembling as he tries to get away from the intrusive touch. His bright blue eyes look on fire when Hawks glances up to see whether or not he would get an answer to it but the guy looks too shocked to say anything much.

It’s not that Hawks is touching him at all – they’ve gotten it on a good number of times by now – it is that he would do it so brazenly in the open. One of their sidekicks could be stumbling in through the door or the large hole in the ceiling any moment… but Hawks honestly doesn’t care.

He’s waited for this opportunity his whole goddamn life. He wouldn’t squander it. Especially after finding out that Endeavor was a nasty little slut that went to work without any underwear on. What if the Villain’s vines had thorns on them and could rip into the spandex of his hero suit? What if he flashed his plump cunt and thick T-cock to the hole goddamn country?

Hawks’ eyes nearly roll into his head as he thinks about the absolute filth that would have been able to sprout from that… The number 1 hero going from a moderately PG hero straight into the X-rated category because he showed his juicy T-Dick to just about everyone…

Hawks hooks his fingers slightly, pressing them in where he knows Endeavor’s hole is. From how hot his crotch feels through the material and the sound of his low, whining grunts he tries to suppress, Hawks figures that he must be very sensitive and eager right now. Maybe he had been in a hurry when he got pulled into action? Maybe he’d been working himself over, trying to rub a nasty little orgasm out in his five minutes of downtime… oh wow… oh shit…

Hawks gets to his knees in front of him with a thud and doesn’t hesitate to latch on, hands gripping Endeavor’s hipbones and thumbs pulling the fabric over his crotch tight until his swollen T-cock and plump labia are visible through it and allow him to suckle on cock even though it is still covered.

Hell, he can even taste him through it all; salty and warm and so fucking ready for a dicking…

Endeavor has his head thrown back at the first sensation of getting his cock sucked through his suit. Hawks can hear the dull thud of it hitting the wall but he can’t just stop sucking him, can he? Not when he can feel Endeavor’s cock flexing against his lips. He can feel the crown through the fabric and it is driving him insane.

Pulling back to lick his lips, he can see how wet and borderline see-through the spandex has become stretched over his hero’s crotch. If someone would come in now they would get a nice eyeful of Endeavor’s fat T-dick and his plump labia underneath.

It looks obscene and so stupid hot that Hawks has to close his eyes for a second and press his forehead against Endeavor’s abdomen while he focuses on his breathing to keep it nice and calm.

“Holy shit… Endeavor-san – you’re killing me.”

“Get your grubby little pervert hands off of me and cut the vines down,” Endeavor hisses instead. There is fine steam curling out of his nostrils, his pupils blown so wide that the crystal blue of his eyes is nearly invisible. He looks like he’s about to shoot his load. “Someone could come any second.”

He’s not wrong there. It’s just that Hawks doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if anybody sees Endeavor like this because this is hot as fuck and actually he should ask for an entry fee so others could jerk off to the sight of the big guy strapped up and helpless and showing off all the goods.

He stands up. Endeavor’s face relaxes marginally as he thinks that he’s finally gotten Hawks to be reasonable; right up to the moment that Hawks reaches down and gets his own cock out of his warm, moist underwear. The shaft already feels tacky to the touch, his crown sensitive and wet with pre-cum.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” Enji hisses. He sounds a bit panicked now, his wide chest heaving as he stares down his body at the cock he usually loves ramming his pussy.

“Shhh… shh… just lean back and enjoy it, big guy,” Hawks croons. He intends it to sound flirty and casual but even he has to admit that there’s a bit of an insane edge to his voice. He can’t help it… his wetdreams have come true and he can’t handle it at all.

He curls his arms up around Endeavor’s neck, stretching himself so he could even reach while his cock slots in between the obscenely displayed pussy lips like it’s never done anything else in its life.

They both groan; low and drawn-out, eyes fluttering shut when Hawks rudely ruts his hips and starts to fuck Endeavor’s cleft, his cock slip-sliding against the man’s swollen T-dick on every single goddamn stroke. Hawks pants fast and shallow. He can already feel an orgasm tingling at the back of his neck and needs to keep a mantra in his head going so he wouldn’t just shoot off in the next five seconds.

He has to just calm his ass down and enjoy the whole encounter as long as he can make it last… fuck, Endeavor is even helping him even though he sounds like he is about to have an aneurysm, growling like a rabid dog while his sturdy hips hunch forward again and again, actively offering his cunt up for Hawks to rub off against.

So he does. He can’t squander this opportunity. Endeavor can’t shield himself, he is ripe for the plucking… so Hawks just hangs off his neck and fucks like his life depends on it. It kind of does. He feels like he has to die if he doesn’t get to rub his dick between Endeavor’s pussy lips to give him the worst wedgie of all time.

A few of his feathers have taken up position outside to make sure they won’t get surprised by anybody from the rescue crew, so when he starts to feel the vibrations in the air of a few people coming closer, his fucking becomes more desperate, obsessed with rubbing one out nice and quick before they see them.

Endeavor is even starting to groan now… this is the best goddamn day of Hawks’ life. He’ll have to send the Villain the best chocolates he can find.