Patreon Compilation – Fic#107 – Hawks/Endeavor – A/B/O; breeding kink; kid in the other room – The Chance

(Continuation of this reward drabble (Patreon link))

Hawks is in deep trouble. He’s in deep, goddamn trouble. He’s creeping around like an unfixed dog and no amount of toys or Omegas in seedy hotels can quell the need that the number 1 has put into him.

He is scouring any and every article he can get his hands on, watching the little grainy pictures of Endeavor with his tits obscenely swollen in his hero costume, doing his work in between nursing his kid.

There are one or two pictures, taken of Endeavor standing victorious amidst some rubble which he guards like a goddamn gremlin. He had them enhanced just so he could see the wet spots of milk on the garment where the number 1’s body had squirted from the adrenaline racing through his body.

Nobody ever mentions how goddamn slutty the Omega looks. Hawks feels as if he is in a weird parallel universe. He can’t believe that nobody would fixate over the Omega like he is doing. His wrist has started cramping from how desperately he has to rub one out every few hours, brain fixating on the number 1.

Months go by and Endeavor doesn’t give him the time of day. Having had his kid seems to have put him off of sex immediately. There’s only work and nursing and work and nursing, and no matter how desperately Hawks tries to offer up his painfully hard cock, all he gets is a cold glare and the sight of Endeavor turning his back on him.

He can wait.

He can wait exactly as long as it takes for his obsessive brain to notice that Endeavor’s slutty, swollen tits are getting marginally smaller again. He must have stopped nursing.

It’s like a start signal has gone off in Hawks’ brain. There’s no holding back anymore. He invites himself to dinner that evening. Endeavor is reluctant but agrees after Hawks begs and whines for it enough. He has the feeling that Enji doesn’t have too many friends. He can’t really afford to lose the few that he has. He probably knows that too.

Hawks feels deranged when he gets there; like he looks like a crazed hobo or some shit, but Endeavor doesn’t look at him weirdly. He has his kid on his arm; it looks ridiculously tiny against those huge pecs. It occurs to Hawks that he still doesn’t know who the father is. There’s never been anything about it in the magazines he had been pouring over, either. Not even speculations.

The kid’s hair is as fire red as Enji’s, no sight of a Quirk yet.

Endeavor grunts and steps aside to let him in. He mutters something about putting the kid to bed. It is already asleep, looking peaceful and snug as a bug in his father’s meaty arms. It’s a cute kid, and Hawks is pretty good with them, but he really doesn’t need it anywhere near for what he has in mind.

He waits for Endeavor to come back. There’s already a meal spread out on the traditional, low living room table but Hawks isn’t hungry for that. He assaults Endeavor the moment he steps in on his adorably socked feet.

Enji is larger than life; it is always a shock to the system seeing him in civilian clothes. He looks good enough to eat. And damn… the way he smells. Omegas smell the goddamn best in the months of their pregnancy, and it still clings to Endeavor’s skin even now. He presses him against the sliding door; it shudders precariously, not built to withstand the massive weight of the huge Omega.

“The Hell you think you’re doing?!” Endeavor grunts. He pushes Hawks away, but it is nowhere near as thoughtful as it could be.

Hawks is done dancing around the issue, hoping Endeavor would take the plenty hints that he’s put out in front of him in varying degrees of plainness.

He groans: “I need to fuck you.” He pulls on Enji’s clothes, his cock already hard, the tip dragging painfully against the fabric of his usually loose pants. “I want to knock you up so bad… fuck…”

Endeavor stiffens some at that. He sneers down at him, but his cheeks are quickly starting to suffuse with color. He tries to hold Hawks back for a moment or two more before he begins to just… capitulate. There’s no other word for it. The number 1 gives up.

Hawks looks up at him and can see how glassy his ice blue eyes have become.

He wants it too.

Hawks bullies him further into the room. He’s not thinking clear, otherwise he would have lead him into his bedroom. They’re alone safe for the toddler sleeping soundly in the other room, so it’s alright if he goes all brain-dead Alpha and pushes Enji down on the cushions surrounding the low table.

Enji is huge and scary and the number one hero, but the way he acts Hawks would bet his left nut that he hasn’t been laid since that time he fucked him into labor. Endeavor has his lips pulled back in a snarl as his thick fingers fumble with Hawks’ pants.

“I’m gonna pump you full,” Hawks pants, his wings stretching out behind him and knocking something over on the table. He is suitably sure it was just an empty mug but he can’t really pay attention to these things… not when Endeavor’s neck is right there for him to bite and bruise with sharp little bites that have the huge Omega shuddering.

Endeavor’s large hand curls around his cock. It is searingly hot. tears shoot into Hawks’ eyes and he hisses, hips angling back to try and get his dick out of the Omega’s grasp. Enji is not swayed, though.

“Fuck… fuck! Don’t burn it off! Shit-” Endeavor lets go of him, body undulating and moving. A mountain range toppling and rearranging as he gets on his front and pushes his ass up. He is as unconcerned with the pain he has caused Hawks as he is greedy for that cock.

“Don’t talk! Just do it!”

Hawks’ wings tremble. He thinks of the toddler in the other room. Of putting another one into Endeavor’s belly. God, fuck… he’s never had a breeding kink before but the thought of getting the number one fat and having him show off to the world that he’s pumping out pup after pup is damn near melting his brain.

He pulls down Endeavor’s soft lounge pants. He is already slick, the seat of the pants dark from it. He’s not wearing any underwear… Had he planned on sitting here and eating with Hawks, pretending to be annoyed by his prattling while freeballing it the whole time?

“Slut,” Hawks groans. The back of Endeavor’s neck flushes but he is not protesting it.

Fuck… why is Enji only ever agreeable when he’s out to get cock?!

Hawks is like a reedy teen hanging over Enji’s back and desperately hugging his sturdy hips as he rabbit fucks his cock into him. His insides are scorching hot. Hawks’ eyes are bugging out, cheek pressed against Enji’s back. He’s a chihuahua fucking a goddamn mastiff. He’s living his life.

“Are you this hot for any cock coming your way, Endeavor-san?” he asks, mouth, as always, unable to be still. His hips hump, his cock aches. When he’ll shoot he’ll make sure it takes. He’ll pump it directly into Endeavor’s womb. He’ll force it in and make him work it over into his… what… s-sixth kid?

“You deny yourself until you can’t take it anymore and then get knocked up by any mangy Alpha crossing your way?”

The back of Endeavor’s neck heats up even more, glowing like a stopsign. Hawks has hit the nail on the head but of course the number one would never really admit to it. Instead he is pressing his toilet lid sized hand over his mouth to try and keep as quiet as possible as the young Alpha cock slip-slides through his hot, squeezing intestines. He’s as hot and eager for it as a young Omega.

He feels like one, too. The heat is making Hawks delirious, frying his brain as he fucks with a dogged determination that borders on insane. He needs to pump Endeavor full. He needs to make him take it-

He has to arch to grab the back of his neck and hold him down, but he will do any fucking thing to keep feeling like the king of the world as he mounts this mountain of an Omega.

Back in that alleyway Enji had been a mean sonuffabitch. This time around he oozes desperate Omega. He’s probably been gagging for cock for weeks now and Hawks has been the first to actually take the initiative. He could just cry with elation.

He usually is a better lover than this. He usually tries to wring at least one orgasm out of his partners before shooting off himself, but… this is Enji. He’s been holding a torch for him for far too long. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over actually fucking him-

He starts to come, hips pressing brutally against Enji’s behind, trying to fuck his cock as deep as possible as he shoots his load and stars explode behind his tightly clenched lids.

Breed, breed, breed… he needs to breed him up.