Knuckleduster‘s fingers are hooked in Endeavor‘s mouth, a wide grin stretched over his own rugged face as he watches his spit starting to roll down the other Omega‘s tongue toward the back of his throat.
Endeavor is carefully still underneath him. He smells thick of a sputtering fire, his bright blue eyes looking like chips of ice as he stares just past KD. Trying not to breathe. Trying not to struggle further.
Mitigate the damage.
„You‘re a little bitch, aren‘t ya?“ knuckleduster croons. Endeavor‘s eyes flash, flick away from the middle distance and toward KD ranging above him.
Knuckleduster stretches his fingers, petting them across the other Omega‘s thick tongue. Watching it flex and undulate carefully to touch against the intruding digits.
„Don‘t like it when I tell ya the truth, huh? Little bitch.“
Endeavor growls but before he can try being cute, Knuckleduster shifts his body and presses his knee hard into the other Omega‘s pussy. Right against the fat little Omega dick throning before it.
Endeavor goes very still again, nostrils flaring. He tilts his chin a little. Almost shows off his throat.
Knuckleduster chuckles.
„Yeah. Fuck. There it is. Little bitch submits so easy, huh? Don‘t feel so big and bad if you don‘t got your boot on a pup‘s neck, hmn?“ Knuckleduster leans in, whispering it right into the other Omega‘s gaping, panting mouth. He licks into him, drags his tongue messily against the insides of Endeavor‘s cheeks; flicks it up against the roof of his mouth.
He can hear him swallowing; strained and awkward. Swallowing Knuckleduster‘s spit.
„Your Alpha ain‘t helpin‘ you, bub. No need ta lookit him.“ Blue, blue eyes snap back to him again, pupils little nervous pin pricks.
Endeavor makes a sound. All reedy and soft. It‘s ludicrous to think someone like him could even get a pitch like that.
Knuckle smiles slowly. Takes his fingers in slow motion from the other Omega‘s mouth. Getting ready for him to *bite*. He wipes his spit wet fingers against his cheek in a mockery of gentleness.
„Yeah. Fuck. You‘re a little freak, huh? Not a paternal instinct in your body. Should‘ve kept ya under supervision like an animal. Never learned how to nurture. That‘s alright. We can all still learn. Gonna put a litter in you. Make sure to *teach* ya.“
He can see the flash of true fear in Endeavor‘s face. Abject panic while the scents of aroused Alphas curl around them.
The look is gone like a flash in a pan. The next second Endeavor surges up the two inches separating them and starts to desperately, submissively lick at Knuckleduster‘s wide, grinning mouth. Drags his tongue against his fat little Omega canines. Whimpers like the bitch he is.
And that fact alone means if he’s within earshot and you chirp then it would not necessarily be someone but something that was the cause
The unlikely occurrence that it is someone tho, have mercy on their soul
Anyways, whatever it is, weather you got scared or hurt yourself by accident, he’s with you within minutes
The alpha instincts kick in immediately and he’s by your side, scanning over the area and then you, trying to figure out exactly what happened
If you’re hurt, he’ll tend to the wound as much as he can right there but if it’s really serious he’ll pick you up and take you to a hospital
If you got scared, he’s going to literally destroy whatever scared you
But if it’s impossible for him to destroy it then just best believe you’ll be far from it within the next 3 seconds
And on the rare time someone is bothering you, and Katsuki is near, he can and will drag that person away by there neck
Maybe they’ll make it to the police station, maybe they won’t
You never know
Todoroki
It’s no secret that Shoto is a lot more level headed
But if/when you chirp, that’s when his self control is tested most
In the event that you only hurt yourself or got scared he’s quick to check on you and make sure you’re ok
He’ll take you to a quiet area if y’all are in public and just make sure everything is alright
But if it’s someone (another alpha) that made you chirp
Cue pro-hero death look
It’s a look that literally only another alpha bothering his omega could ever bring out in him
People say “if looks could kill”
Well, Shoto came close one time
Literally the person had a panic attack just from fear when they say his face
You’ve never even seen the face
Since whenever it happens he’ll stand in front of you to protect you, so you don’t actually know what it looks like
You just know it’s terrifying
Regardless tho, whatever the cause is
In the end he’ll take you home and it’ll be a lot of cuddling
He will happily confine you to your nest for the rest of the night
He’ll take care of dinner and stay there with you watching whatever you want to watch and holding you when you fall asleep
He just wants you to feel safe
Hawks
It doesn’t matter when it is or where you are
Count on the fact he will be there in less then 15 minutes
He always has you carrying on of his feathers
And that only makes it x10 worse
Since he can feel how scared you are before you even chirp
So he knows when you do chirp even if he’s not within earshot
Plus he’ll be able to find you right away so god forbid is another alpha’s fault
Accident or not
Whatever it is he will swoop down and immediately shield you from the outside world with his wings
What he does in the case of whatever happens doesn’t really change
Wheater it’s a person or something, he’s flying you away immediately
It’s a rare circumstance that he’d stay around and cause a scene
If it is someone tho, feathers will fly from his wings and pin them to any near surface until Hawks is out of the area and then he’ll call one of his sidekicks or Miriko to take care of it
When y’all get home, he’s all over you
Tending to your every need
Doesn’t matter if it’s necessary or not. Count on it happening
You’d think your supposed to be clinging to your alpha, wanting his comfort and to feel safe
Nope. It’s the other way around
He has his body wrapped around you, his wings too
Count on being in a literal gorilla grip that night too. All night, he’s not letting go of you even for a second
For FF I’m just loving the thought of Hawks X FTM reader with courting and claiming.
Honestly...i dont regret what i did cuz its funny to me
Y/N moaned as he pressed against him, hoping to pull him into his body, to have his Alpha on him. Instead the hero pulled away, leaving the Omega whining and snarling softly. He blinked as Keigo’s wings spread strangely, almost pointing straight up behind him. “Uh...Babe?”
“Hm? What? Don’t like what you see?” He asked cockily. Y/N blinked and he frowned, inspecting himself before looking at his wings and frantically trying to put them down. “Dammit! Fucking--God fucking dammit!”
Y/N began to laugh, realizing his bird instinct had kicked in. Keigo snarled and grabbed his ankles, flipping him onto his stomach before slamming into him from behind. “Oh fuck!” The Omega moaned.
“Gonna fucking laugh at me? Fine. You better hope you cum before I do, Baby Bird,” He snarled.
hi! idk if youre still doing requests (please ignore this if you're not!) but would you be willing to write something about hawks trying to win over/court an omega who is really prickly/rough around the edges/hates being an omega? thank you very much! im sorry if you arent open for requests!
OFC YOU CAN HAVE AN ALPHA! HAWKS HERE YA GO
Another ko-fi request! This was a blast to write so ty for the prompt
No Need (Alpha!Hawks x Omega!Reader)
“What the heck is that?”
In hindsight, for a man who prided himself on always trying to look at things from a bird’s eye view, he probably should’ve foreseen what would happen after.
But Hawks was twenty-two and tired, so cut him some slack.
To his credit, you don’t look annoyed or offended. There’s a slight twitch to your brow, a faint downwards curve of your lip. You don’t look up from where you’ve been doing your paperwork, filing away his latest mission reports. “Papers.”
Hawks thumbed the cup of coffee in his left hand. He shifted on his feet and then thumbed the other cup in his right hand. He’d gotten two, one for you and one for him as your usual routine called for. You were always sliding time out for him to bring him something and it was only right he do the same for you–strictly as a kind boss and a good worker (which is what he would say to you until you gave him the signal that he could say otherwise). He’d even gotten the cream right this time, just the way you liked that always made you smile that kinda small, goofy and cute smile that made some more primal part of him pleased that he was doing something right.
He’d said once as an offhanded joke to test the waters that it was an alpha’s job after all to take care of his “pack.” You, despite being a beta, had refused the coffee if that was the case and told him he should’ve gone with flock instead.
Second genders are strictly secondary. He swallowed, a breezy grin curling over his lips as he arched one of his brows and tipped his head to the side. His wings shifted against his back, ruffling uncertainly because, well, yeah that had been the idea but now…
It didn’t look comfortable, for sure. Sleek, black, and sturdy. It curved around your neck and protected all the sensitive spots any typical omega would need to look out for when it came to unwanted advances. Forced marking could be considered a crime under certain circumstance, and the popularity in such protective collars had skyrocketed with recent realization that sometimes matters had to be taken into your own hands.
The collar clipped neatly around your neck, complete with a small silver flower to make the whole thing seem a little cuter than it actually was. Hawks’ brain was currently trying to reroute itself and arrive back on track because the biggest problem here was–
“You’re an omega?” Hawks swallowed.
The coffees in his hands suddenly felt like dead weight. There was a urging in the back of his mind to take this information with him and fly as fucking far with it as he could because–yes, yes, yes. He wanted you–beta, omega, hell, he’d find some way to work with it if you were an alpha too just…you. This sudden realization suddenly had his instincts shifting to attention and as annoying as the damn things were half the time, in his opinion, he felt strangely in line with them today as he stared, watching your face avidly and eyes dipping down to your wrists and then back to your protected neck.
He wanted to hold you, touch you, contact, contact, contact.
Right there. His mind urged. Right there. Right there. Make it happen. You can do this.
Your face went tense for a moment. Brows creased and you stopped writing at his question. Hawks’ mind quickly backpedaled and he racked his entire brain for a semblance of charm and persuasion to have you seeing him as much more than just a boss (maybe in the bedroom) and as someone who could potentially be your mate.
He justed wanted to make you happy.
“Well, it’s just that,” Hawks continued easily, setting the coffee down gently on your desk so he could free one hand. “I always thought you might’ve been a beta.”
Your face slackened a bit at that. So you don’t like being an omega. Your pen tapped against the paper, looking thoughtful and Hawks added, “Or an alpha to be honest.”
Your eyes flickered up to him, wide and searching and curious. God, I love those eyes. His wings shifted against his back, itching to curl around you on instinct to make this a private conversation between two. “You’re always taking such good care of me, you know? Getting things done, always on top of stuff… There’s no way I’d make it this far without you.”
“You’re too much,” you huffed. But there was a pleased little smile tugging at your lips and you hummed, pulling his coffee closer to you. Hawks felt his chest swell in pride and he leaned further on your desk, brushing the edge of his wing teasingly against the wood. “It’s just my job, you dork.”
“C’mon, I notice a lot more than you think I do,” Hawks protested. He casually dragged a finger against the smooth surface of your desk, drumming his fingers. “A lot, actually.”
You hummed in response, tipping the hot liquid towards your lips. Hawks reached upwards, fingers reaching past your cheek and you went rigid for a moment. He saw your nose twitch, your eyes flicker and he consciously urged his sent, his aura towards to just teasingly so. You were a special case, one that required a tactful approach and he’d do no less with you. His sent flooded your senses and he watched you throat bob as you swallowed thickly, bringing the coffee closer to your nose and his fingers tapped the hard metal of the collar.
Hawks frowned at the sound, tilting his head. “So what brought this on?”
If you felt the least bit threatened–he would step in. There was no way he’d allow you to feel such doubts and fear when he could do anything about. He was the number two hero for God’s sake–he could do this much for you at least.
You looked prettier without it anyways.
An image of his lips on you skin flashed through his mind and Hawks smiled, just short of starving.
You frowned, reaching up and brushing his hand aside as you touched your own collar. An angry scowl marred your lips and you scoffed. “Some asshole got a little too aggressive at the train station. Think just because my heat’s coming I’m an easy fix? What a load of crap.”
Hawks took two important bits of information from that sentence. Filing one away for his own personal use, he latched onto the other, “You filed a report, didn’t you?”
His wings fluffed out, making him look twice his size. “Accurate descriptions. I’ll find him myself and make sure he doesn’t do a single thing again. I can’t have my cute secretary being bothered on her way home from work.”
“Thanks, hero,” you grinned, shaking your head. “They took him in for questioning. It’s fine, I can take care of myself.” You flashed him a sharper look and he held up his hands placatingly, setting them back down closer to yours. “Just… felt like I should put this on for good measure is all.”
You sneered at the desk, “Since it’s so hard for people to resist an omega in heat. Jerks don’t even think that it’s their fault, always ours.”
Hawks made a mental note to look into the case anyway and see to it personally. His wings drooped a bit, an easy task to make himself appear at ease and inviting. He pushed out with a soothing scent, urging you to relax yourself and he hummed lowly in his throat when he saw your shoulders slacken a bit and your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled.
“People only see omegas when they want to see them,” you murmured, eyes fluttering open and he watched as you subconsciously reached out with a finger and he curved one wing around for you. Your index finger dragged against one of his contour feathers and Hawks’ low noise of approval increased, bordering a purr. You sighed, his scent curling thickly around the two of you like a protective blanket.
And to the employees skidding to a halt outside your door, a warning.
“That’s all we are,” you scowled. “Nothing more.”
A thoughtful look flickered over your features and you set your coffee down. “You know, you smell oddly good today. Kinda like–”
“I see you.”
You stopped. Your eyes blinked, wide and confused and traveled up to meet his gaze. Hawks reached up, bringing his visor down to hang around his neck. Those sharp eyes pinned you into place and you felt a chill you hadn’t felt in a long time run down your spine. Your throat closed up, senses flaring and you suddenly felt nothing more than a field mouse parting ferns beneath the watchful eyes of something far above you.
Predator.
Though his eyes were sharp, they burned. You felt a flare of warmth along your cheeks and Hawks smiled. A boyish, easy smile that curved against his roguish features. “I see ya.”
Walls rose up and you reminded yourself of the tightness of your collar. “Yeah, yeah, I get it–”
“So let me walk you home from now on,” Hawks said smoothly. Your lost your voice, words tumbling over your lips as you stared and he smiled. “Okay?”
“I can take care–”
“Not to take care of you,” Hawks shook his head, hand settling atop yours when did that get there and his fingers brushed against your wrist, “to keep me company. I’ve been missing you.”
“But–”
“And from now on,” his other hand had already set down the second coffee. You were still, lost in those swirling, engulfing eyes as his fingers curved around your collar. They brushed below your chin, tilting your head just a bit to the side and Hawks’ lips curved into a sharper grin.
Hungry.
You felt the collar loosen and a soft click resounded through your office. The weight of your collar slipped from your neck and onto the floor with a quiet thud. Hawks dragged a finger along the thin column of your neck and his scent washed over you, comforting, sweet, powerful and your normally witty and quipped remarks died on your tongue as his wings fanned out and curved over both of you.
Hawks leaned forward and the sun turned his eyes molten.
“You won’t need that anymore.”
- i was gonna make reader a little more catty but c’mon, he brought you coffee
Can I please a nsfw Omegaverse Hawks? Some headcanons of him with a fem s/o where she goes into heat while they're just walking around the city together.
Well shit, I got a LOT of omegaverse requests this time round, I can’t remember if I mentioned it or something but still…it is…a lot!
Anyways, hope you enjoy this, I did these headcanons the other night, I was meant to be finishing off my mirio commission but ah I forgot my keyboard in the other room and it was cold so I wasn’t getting up…which lead me to hand writing these headcanons! I even drew stupid little wings for the dot point thingy ma bob…moving on, do feel free to let me know what you think!
🕸🕸Undead Raven🕸🕸
🐺🦅🐓🖕 Hawks 🖕🐓🦅🐺
🐺🦅🐓🖕 It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing walk through the city on Hawks’ day off. No drama, no villains, just the two of you enjoying a beautiful day together.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 However, your body seemed to have different plans since it was during that peaceful moment that your heat decided to kick in, forcing you to your knees quickly, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 Hawks noticed right away, being so close to you, how could he not? Before even a whimper of a plea for help could escape you, Hawks already had you in his arms and was high up in the sky, away from any other alpha that might have caught a whiff of your irresistible scent.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 It doesn’t take Hawks long to return home with you. Record time in fact, the fastest he had ever made it back considering where the two of you had been.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 He wastes no time and soon enough the two of you are in bed together, Hawks’ head between your thighs, tongue tormenting your clit until your hands were tugging on his hair and you’re begging him, pleading with him to do more than tease you.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 Without further hesitation, Hawks gets to work on enjoying your heat, submerging himself in the task of pleasuring your body, your scent edging him on until he, himself, was sent into a rut.
🐺🦅🐓🖕 By the end of it all, his day off turned into an entire week off and neither of you could even think of moving, let alone actually attempting to do so.
Endeavor/Hawks – kind of a cont/au of a fic I have written for patreon; but can be read as a standalone – A/B/O; Omega!Endeavor; Alpha!Hawks; groping, perving; milk pump – Endeavor has had twins just a couple weeks ago. Hawks goes to pay him a visit at the agency. He runs in on Endeavor being juicy as per usual... Lot of groping and Hawks being a disgusting perv mmmh
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“Mr. Number 2 hero! You can’t just- You can’t just go in there- MR. NUMBER 2 HERO!”
Endeavor’s personal secretary has sprung up from behind her desk and is running after Hawks, all but hanging off his arm as she pleads with him to stop.
“Please! This is not a good time! Endeavor asked very specifically and very emphatically not to be disturbed in the next hour!”
Hawks grins easily at her, spreading out his wings and curling one around her back. He can smell the distressed Omega from her and it’s not a nice scent at all.
“Shush. All’s good. We’re friends, you know? He won’t mind it one little bit. Don’t you worry.”
She keeps shaking her head energetically, lightly touching the cuff of his jacket.
“Please… He was very, very clear about it, sir…”
They stop in front of the huge doors to Endeavor’s office. The Omega doesn’t do anything by half. His agency is just as huge as his ego. And his everything else. His heart rate spikes a little when he thinks again of the picture he saw just that moment. Endeavor in his hero suit; his first big appearance after the birth of his twins.
His milky tits obscenely stretching the material.
Goddamn. Hawks has been fucked from the very beginning. No other Omega could ever even hold a candle to Endeavor-san.
“I haven’t even made my appearances since the birth,” he drawls, trying to keep his voice steady. Thinking of Endeavor in labor always does… ah… things to him that he would not like to subject this poor lady to. “I got some mochi. He loves that stuff, doesn’t he? I bet any little temper he might get up with will be doused immediately.”
As he says it, he lifts a box of fresh mochi through the air. The secretary looks at it warily, but the warmth of his feathers against her back and his calm demeanor seems to assuage her concerns at least somewhat.
Her shoulders lower a little and she sighs so bone deep that Hawks is almost sorry for her.
“Could you come through his window next time? That way it’s not on me…”
He grins and takes his wing away from her.
“Sure thing!”
.o.
It’s not difficult to guess why Endeavor has wanted absolute and uninterrupted privacy; at least not when Hawks just opens the huge door and parades in to the number one hero on his couch, carefully wielding a breast pump while next to his huge desk a good few meters away Hawks can see the twin baby beds with the sleeping infants.
His blood boils immediately in his veins, hand almost going lax and letting the box drop to the ground when his attention snaps back to Endeavor with lazor focus, eyes on one clearly already milked nipple. It is obscenely swollen and dark, a round indentation in the flesh around it where the suction part of the pump has taken hold.
The room still smells overpoweringly of pregnant Omega. Hawks is getting whiplash from how quickly his body is getting up for a mating. Within seconds his libido skyrockets from ‘moderate low-level arousal’ to ‘unbearable horniness’.
Endeavor, meanwhile, is on the other spectrum. His face is slack with obvious shock as to the sudden intrusion, hands unmoving on the pump still pressed against his other teat. There already is one big jug of milk in front of him, and another one half full. They look comically large, but Hawks supposes, as he politely closes the door behind him, that the quantity had to be expected from an Omega as huge as the number one.
When Endeavor snaps out of his stupor, his face goes an alarming shade of red that rivals his hair. His neck starts swelling; he looks like the abuse he is about to rain down on Hawks will physically hurt even without a Quirk such as Present Mic’s.
Hawk’s eyes flick to the infants in their baby beds.
Endeavor’s gaze follows that immediately.
If possible, his face becomes an even darker shade of red, but he seems to be swallowing down whatever he had been prepared to scream at Hawks.
It’s… perfect. An opportunity like this is once in a lifetime and Hawks intents to utilize it thoroughly.
He is by Endeavor’s side in a moment, dropping the package with sweet rice cakes unceremoniously on the desk next to the already filled jug of milk, then is on the huge Omega.
He can hear Endeavor’s sharp inhale, but he seems to still be struggling with his volume so for the moment he is quiet and stunned as he is rudely pushed back by an Alpha that could a) be his son and b) be snapped in half over his knee.
Hawks forces his knee between the number 1’s thick thighs, hand grabbing the plump, already milked pec. He’s just fantasized about it so damn often, there is no way he can’t grab it when given the chance. It is squishy, his fingers dimpling the skin. A lazy dribble of a bit of excess milk gathers at the plump tip.
Endeavor finally unfreezes. He pulls the suction device away from his other teat, hand moving down to next to the couch to turn off the pump, the other grabbing Hawks by the throat.
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” he rasps in a whisper, voice vibrating with his anger. The huge Omega is radiating an astonishing amount of heat without outright breaking out into flames. Hawks is sweating like the worst kind of pervert.
His eyes have zeroed in on the newly freed nipple. It’s still wet.
“Just lay back and relax, Endeavor-san,” he croons. He pulls out of the grip of the meaty fingers and swoops to suck the fat nipple into his mouth. There’s a shudder going through Hawks from head to toes. The areola is as buttery soft and puffy against his tongue has he had dreamed it would be.
His cock is drooling in his pants but he is preoccupied with fondling Endeavor’s big milky tits and nudging his knee against his crotch. He can feel the heat there as well. Endeavor might not be as unhappy about this whole… thing as he pretends to be.
Point in case: he groans suddenly, the noise sounding like it’s been ripped from him against his will. Hawks’ head snaps up from suckling sweet Omega milk. He presses his hand over Enji’s mouth, eyes briefly flicking to the baby beds.
“Nice and quiet now, Endeavor-san,” he whispers heatedly. “Don’t want to wake the twins, do you?”
Endeavor’s pale eyes flutter, his hips lightly arching up against the pressure of Hawks’ knee and thigh. It occurs to him that maybe… just maybe… Endeavor is pent up? Could he be so lucky?
Endeavor nods against his palm and when he takes his hand away, the Omega whispers heatedly: “I am going to kill you.”
“Later.”
“Yes. Later.”
And with that, he willingly opens his thighs for the molestation. He looks so hot with his shirt half-unbuttoned and his tits just out in the open. Hawks feels his balls surge and he has to scrabble to shove a hand down his pants to pull on them until he feels a bit nauseous but the immediate need to come right now has receded.
There’s a whistling in his ears as he stares into Endeavor’s flushed and meanly smirking face. The Omega knows exactly what just happened. Or would almost have happened.
Hawks, in retaliation, leans in and presses his face between the number 1’s pecs. It’s a dream he’s had for the longest fucking time.
If he is actually comatose in a hospital right now, he doesn’t want to know.
Knotting + claiming with ftm omega reader and alpha hawks? 👀
I just--I--HNNNN
Keigo kept Y/N's wrists by hisnhead, smirking down at the omega as he moved his hips. His knot was beginning to swell, he warned the omega of such. What ye didnt expect was Y/N's desperation.
"Yes...Fuck Alpha. Knot me up. I want you to knot me up and claim me!" He begged.
Keigo was never one to deny such an intimate request. He reached between Y/N's legs, rubbing at his clit as he moved his hair aside. His teeth sunk into him as he pushed deeper into his, knot swelling completely as their orgasms hit.
He relished in Y/N's gasping moan as the omega shuddered and mewled under him, his body relaxing and accepting him at long last.
EndHawks - continuation of this and this post - pregnancy kink; impregnation kink; dirty talk; crude; ABO; Alpha!Hawks; Omega!Endeavor - Hawks has all of it orchestrated because he has no shame, and he wants Endeavor on his dick that badly.
.o.
Hawks is without shame. He stares right into Endeavor’s face while he pants and fucks his cock brutally into the tight channel of his fist. He even spreads his legs wider; lifts his hips. Shows off the swell at the base of his dick because he has no manners and thinks that his knot must be a gift to Omega-kind.
Endeavor can’t help but stare at it, one big hand still on the door handle, slowly making it melt against the palm of his hand. He is morbidly fascinated and deeply appalled to realize that the first instinctual reaction of his starved body is to *ache* for it. For that young, virile Alpha dick that is being presented to him shamelessly.
He must have planned this, Endeavor thinks muddily, nostrils flaring when the thick scent of aroused Alpha reaches him and makes his belly clench, his body – as mortifying as it is – *reacting* to the Alpha half his age. He’s announced his arrival. Hawks had known he would come to discuss a team-up, and still he’s decided to sprawl himself out on the expensive looking couch in his office, cock out and the pictures he had been jerking it to in his free hand.
He is staring at Endeavor with his unsettlingly sharp eyes. *Greedy* eyes. Eyes that travel from Endeavor’s face, slack in surprise and indecision, down to his chest where his tight hero uniform is stretched across his wide pectorals in a way that makes the fabric seemingly scream for mercy.
“Fuck,” Hawks finally sighs and his head falls against the backrest of the couch, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows with some difficulty. “You got the best tits and they’re not even milky yet.”
Endeavor jerks on his feet, mildly recoiling before he can get himself back under control. He finally snatches his hand off the now deformed door handle and, with a slightly harried look behind him into the deserted floor, he slams the door shot.
“What on *earth* are you doing, you little twerp?!” he hisses. His face feels hotter than usual, even though his flames have sizzled out long ago.
He stares at the shameless Alpha, his body clenching and yearning for him. He’s got a nice cock, he realizes dully. Not very fat but long and still sturdy looking. Hawks is not the biggest of Alphas, so it was to be expected. Still, he holds himself like someone twice his size. He does not look alarmed in the least by the sudden temperature spike in the room or the huge Omega that looms over him. He grins sloppily, and makes a show out of fucking up into his fist. When Endeavor’s eyes flick down – drawn against his will by the Alpha cock; he does not have to wonder when the last time had been he’s gotten filled up and his needy insides drenched with hot cum; he very well remembers the night he made Rei fill him up with a belly full of Shoto – Hawks’ wrist flicks and he throws the pictures he’s been holding on to on the table.
He watches Endeavor’s reaction, but he barely registers it over the roar in his ears when he sees the badly taken, old polaroids.
They’re all of him; old, slightly shaky pictures that have been taken when he’s been pregnant with Shoto, his belly a gentle bulge beneath his hero costume, and his pecs already swollen and tender looking…
“You’re always so hot, Endeavor-san, but there’s nothing quite like you fat with a pup and practically bursting with milk.”
Endeavor jerks out of the stupor he’s been in. The roar in his ears does not abate. He stares at the pictures, incredulous at the sheer daring of Hawks, then up at the Alpha who is still staring at his body, hungry and lewd.
The flames around his face spring to life and fizzle out just as quickly. His whole body sputters, his Quirk not obeying him as his first instinct – to get on his knees and lap at the fingers of the young Alpha, wet with salty pre-cum – wars with his other impulse to pop Hawks’ head between his large palms like a goddamn grape.
“I want to fill you up, Endeavor-san,” Hawks purrs. His wings are trembling, spread out long and luxurious on both sides of the couch. A few cheeky feathers slide loose to caress along Enji’s cheeks and tickle beneath his chin. “I want to fuck another pup into your belly. I bet your cunt is so nice and loose from all those kids you’ve already had. Super soft and welcoming, yeah? God, I love sloppy Omegas. They really know how to treat a cock right. Know how to get all that cum out, right?”
He’s fucking his fist again. Showing off how virile he is as his usually lilting voice becomes a bit deeper and rougher. Enji’s ears burn. He is pretty sure there is smoke curling from them, just as there is from his nostrils. His insides feel liquid hot with a confusing mixture of hate and anger and… lust.
Hawks’ cock in his fist sounds wet and lewd.
“I wanna get you nice and fat. Wanna suck on your milky tits the whole fucking day. Bet you’re such a slut in bed. You’d beg for Alpha dick, wouldn’t you, Endeavor-san? Get all whiney and desperate for it? Fuck, I want to jerk off on your big belly. Rub my cum into your skin so you stink of freshly bred Omega whore-”
Hawks’ face twists into something like agony as he comes, pumping hot cum over his fist, and Endeavor can’t do anything but stand there, impotent with rage and confusion, and try not to squirm with how shamefully wet he has gotten.
