#endhakws

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.

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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-”