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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 5 months ago

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Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part Two 💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Endeavor x Hawks! 🔥🦅

Note: Smut alert!!! Strictly A18+ ONLY!

Genre: Smut

CW: MDNI!, spicy scenes, sexual tension, semi-public sex, domination, degradation kink, hand job, oral sex (giving + receiving), fingering, crying / getting emotional during sex

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“You thought you were going to get away that easily, huh? Just get me off and disappear without retribution?” Enji says coolly, hands moving to grip Hawks’ defined hips. For a nanosecond he sees something like fear dart across Hawks’ eyes, before the carefree mask retakes his features. “You’re not getting away that easily, little hero.”

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“Well I am the Number Two Hero, after all! I can get away with pretty much anything I want.” Hawks says haughtily. But Enji can hear the wobble in his usually-even voice.

Enji takes a moment to admire the toned physique of the younger man – the way his taught abs taper off into the sharp V of his waist. Enji is surprised at how in shape the young Pro is – on most occasions, Enji has caught him stuffing his face full of fast food. Looking at his shapely body and thick abs, it’s clear that Hawks takes his training more seriously than he lets on.

Enji runs his hands up and down Hawks’ sides appreciatively, feeling the thick muscle that cushions the hero’s ribs. He pears down and sees with relish that Hawks’ cock is erect and standing at full attention against his stomach - absolutely begging to be touched.

Enji slowly slides a hand down the muscular plane of Hawks stomach, causing the blonde to shiver.

“Number One?” He asks shakily, breathing in sharply.

“I told you, you can call me Enji right now.” The Flame Hero says, letting some authority slip into his voice.

“R-Right. Enji.” Hawks’ golden eyes are trained on the Flame Hero’s hands as they slide across his body. He bites his lip. It seems to Enji that the little Winged Hero is having trouble thinking straight.

“I think someone needs to be rewarded for their good work, don’t you little bird?” Enji snickers, wet fingers tracing along Hawks’ light blonde happy trail. Down, down, down…within reach of his aching cock…just about to touch…and then right back up again to his belly button.

Hawks stifles a moan as Enji palms at his abs.

“You’ve got some sort of degradation kink, don’t you? I saw it on your face when I talked down to you earlier.” Enji says softly, continuing to trace a finger up just out of reach of Hawks’ cock.

The Wing Hero’s pupils dilate. How did Enji figure him out so quickly?

“I’m not that great at keeping secrets, am I?” Hawks lets out a weak laugh. His chuckle turns into a desperate moan as Enji runs his thumb across the head of his dick, smearing the sticky pre-cum that’s gathered there across his stomach.

“You have too many tells.” Enji agrees, moving back to caress Hawks’ toned, supple body. “Since you were so kind as to help me get off just now…I think I’ll return the favor.”

Hawks whimpers at the offer – he clearly hadn’t been expecting Enji to reciprocate.

“What is it you said before? Just relax and let me drive? A little slut like you shouldn’t have much trouble taking all that I can dish out.”

Hawks is melting like putty in his hands now. The term “slut” feed right into Hawks’ kink. Enji can feel the shorter hero’s muscles grow tense under his touch, begging for release. Dirty talk has never been his strong suit, but Hawks has been annoying him for so long that Enji finally sees his opportunity for revenge, ripe for the taking.

“If the Hero Charts knew that you’re such a dirty little bird…I doubt they’d let you keep the title of “Number Two.” What do you think, Hawks?” Enji says thoughtfully, happy to be back in control. He lets his finger caress near where the top of Hawks’ erection hits his stomach. The blonde hero’s breath hitches as Enji swirls the pad of his finger in a soft circle. A sort of strangled moan leaves his throat as he watches Enji’s muscular hands move across his naked body.

Enji brings his hand up to his mouth and spits cleanly into his palm. “Let’s see how worthy you are of the title “hero” little bird. Show me how much you can take.” Hawks opens his mouth to say something, but all words are erased from his mind as the Number One hero begins to jerk him off.

“Ah, so you can shut up.” Enji chuckles, enjoying the weight of Hawks’ cock in his hand. To say that the wing hero is well endowed is an understatement – his dick is the perfect length with some fullness to it. It’s the perfect size, and with his strong hand, Enji is easily able to pump Hawks from base to tip without working up a sweat.

Hawks sighs at the contact and groans. “Please. Faster.”

“So whiney. What else is new?” Endeavor says quietly, earning another groan from the blonde. He picks up his pace the tiniest bit, interested to see how this will play out. What will bring Hawks to the point of no return?

Enji tightens his grip a bit and uses his other hand to reach down and play with Hawks’ supple balls.

“Ah!” Hawks cries out at the contact. “I-I’m super…ah! Sensitive…”

“I thought you said you were trained to endure hard torture.” Enji frowns. “What a joke – you can’t even handle getting your testicles massaged.” Despite Hawks’ whining, Enji continues to pump his cock while gently fondling his balls. He decides that he’s going to over stimulate this little bastard bird hero into an orgasm.

As he continues to work at Hawks’ package, he tips his head and begins to kiss across the Wing Hero’s tanned shoulder. Enji moves up the curve of Hawks’ shoulder and up to his neck, where he starts to lick and suck at the delicate skin he finds there. Hawks shudders under the caresses, gasping when he feels Enji’s teeth lightly scrape against his collarbone.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you Hawks?” Enji growls low in the winged hero’s ear.

At this point, Hawks starts to cry. Thick tears bubble up at the corners of his eyes and flow down his cheeks as he moans. For a moment, Enji pauses. Has he taken things too far? Or is this part of Hawks’ release?

“N-no.” Hawks whines desperately. “Endeavor…’m fine. Keep going. Please.”

Endeavor feels his cock start to grow hard again at the way Hawks is begging, so needy for him. He resumes his ministrations, pumping at Hawks’ thick cock while kissing his jawline. Every once and a while he throws in a steady stream of degrading words.

“What a pathetic little hero – is this all it would take for a villain to break you? A measly, sloppy hand job and you’re defeated?”

Hawks nods vigorously, his moans coming out as breathy sobs. Enji slows his pace, taking in the velvety feel of Hawks’ member as he slides his hand up and down the shaft.

“I’m such a bad person Enji. I don’t deserve to be called a hero.” Hawks sniffles out, hot tears streaming down his cheeks in waves. “The things I’ve done…”

Enji is starting to get a little concerned, worried that Hawks is processing actual trauma during this little scene of theirs. He continues jerking off his colleague, trying to figure out what to do next. Hawks is hiccupping in the most pathetic way as he leans against Enji’s strong chest for support. The younger man is barely hanging on – emotionally and physically. The sooner he can finish Hawks off, the better. Enji decides to use a tried and true Pro Hero tactic – employing a good distraction.

“I want you to be a good birdie for me.” Enji says slowly. “Can you do that?”

Hawks nods, obedient.

“I want you to call back one of your feathers, and use it to play with yourself. Use it however you’d like.” Enji says, continuing to massage Hawks’ cock with steady, languid strokes.

Hawks chitters, birdlike, as a small feather zooms towards them. It’s tiny and delicate. The bright red feather finds its way to Hawks and begins circling one of his nipples, causing the hero to close his eyes in pleasure at all of the overwhelming sensations engaging his body.

Endeavor smirks. “Is this how you touch yourself when you’re alone?” He concentrates his efforts around the blunt head of Hawks’ dick. “I wonder…do you think of me when you get off all alone in your apartment?”

“Of course I do.” Hawks lets out in a strangled voice. “I-I’ve wanted you…for so long. Oh!”

Enji must be doing something amazing because Hawks is arching his back against the larger hero, desperately thrusting into Enji’s fist. Enji had never suspected that Hawks had harbored such a deep sexual crush on the flame hero. But now all of the endless flirting and invasion of his personal space makes sense.

“E-endeavor. Wanna cum. Please let me cum. I’m begging you.” Tears continue to roll down Hawk’s cheeks as he pleads. He throws his head back against Enji’s strong chest and claws helplessly at the hero’s strong arms.

Enji doubles down on his domination, hoping that it will be the thing that finally pushes Hawks over the edge.

“You don’t deserve to cum, Hawks. Orgasms are for strong heroes. Heroes who don’t cry simply at the thought of getting their dicks wet.” Enji says smoothly. He feels Hawks’ cock twitch in response to the denial. The winged hero’s legs are twitching in pleasure, and the feather is still circling Hawks’ nipples enthusiastically. Enji pretends to sigh indulgently. “…But I suppose I’ll let you, just this once.”

“R-really?” Hawks’ eyes are shut tight, his body absolutely shaking as Endeavor continues to tear him apart. Struck with inspiration, Enji licks up the blonde hero’s neck and sucks at his earlobe. Hawks makes a choked noise.

Enji releases Hawks’ cock and so he can adjust his own erection. Hawks whines at the loss of contact, but quickly changes his tune when he feels Enji move to slot his cock between the wing hero’s ample ass cheeks.

“There, that’s more comfortable, wouldn’t you say?” Enji says firmly, feeling that he’s gotten the hang of Hawks. “Cum for me, you stupid bird. Now.” The authority rolling off of Enji’s voice is enough to drive Hawks over the edge. He cries out as he cums, thick ropes of ejaculate streaming from his cock, splattering the clean tile floor of the shower area. Within seconds, the steady stream of the hot shower washes the mess away and down the drain.

Enji strokes Hawks through his orgasm, pumping in time with the Winged Hero’s breathless gasps. When he’s finished and hypersensitive, Hawks weakly swats at Endeavor’s arm with his hand. Enji releases his colleague’s cock and Hawks all but collapses in his arms.

Enji holds him for a few moments, letting the winged hero come down from his high. He waits for Hawks’ breathing to even out and moves to rub his back soothingly. Enji has never really offered his sexual partners any sort of aftercare, so he’s surprised at how naturally he is able to comfort Hawks right now. It must be the way that Hawks came apart so easily – sobbing and admonishing himself in front of Enji – that’s driving Enji to care for him so delicately. The flame hero makes a mental note to suggest Hawks get some mental health counseling. He resolves to broach the subject in the daylight once they’ve had a few solid hours of sleep between them. The words “I don’t deserve to be called a hero” reverberate through Enji’s mind as he continues to rub lightly at Hawks’ muscular back. Hawks may be an absolute pain in the ass, but he’s a good man. A good hero. Even Enji can recognize that.

“You did so well, Hawks.” Enji massages a tight spot beneath Hawks’ right wing and the blonde almost chirps with relief. “You are a good hero.” He adds in, somewhat awkwardly.

“Number One…that was…just…wow.” Hawks’ eyes are hazy but he’s starting to come back to himself.

Enji holds him up, secretly glowing at the praise. He looks down at the Number Two hero – Hawks is absolutely wrecked. He’s damp and wingless and absolutely shaking with aftershocks. His face is covered with snot and sticky tears, and his neck is blooming with tiny bruises from where Enji has left minor hickies. It’s the first time Enji has ever seen him look weak, and he decides to take pity on the man.

Enji lets the blonde hero continue rest for a minute, slumped against him. Finally, the need to get to bed overpowers Enji and he turns Hawks around and hoists him up over his shoulder so he can carry him back under the steady stream of the showerhead.

“Come on, Hawks. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Hawks leans against him, practically asleep on his shoulder. Endeavor does his best to clean him up. He runs a bar of soap over the smooth planes of the hero’s back, taking care to clean the tiny stumps of wing. He then carefully kneads shampoo into his Hawks’ thick, unruly hair. He takes a tiny dab of body wash and uses a washcloth to clean Hawks’ snotty, tearstained face. After a few minutes, the Number Two Hero’s delicate features are polished and clean. He takes a soft moment to admire how cute Hawks looks like this – all blissed out and sleepy.

“Come on. We’re almost done.” He reaches for a fluffy white towel and dries the smaller hero off. Endeavor moves gently as he wraps the blonde up securely in a fluffy robe that has the Endeavor agency logo embroidered on the breast pocket.

“Call your wings back, little bird.”

Hawks opens his eyes sleepily and does as he’s told, his feathers rushing to him with magnetic force, striking clean through two points at the back of the robe and melding back to their owner.

Enji lets the hero lean on him for support and together they stumble from the bathroom and towards the Endeavor Agency dormitories on the 5th floor. In the elevator, Hawks’ eyes droop sleepily and Enji finally takes mercy on him, sweeping him up into his arms and resting him on his shoulder. Hawks mumbles something appreciatively and turns his face into Enji’s neck. After a few moments his breathing evens out and he’s sound asleep. Enji rolls his eyes and prays that no one will see them on the next floor.

The elevator reaches the fifth floor and the doors slide smoothly open, revealing a long hallway with stately, navy blue doors interspersed throughout. Enji walks to the end of the hall where he knows the spare rooms are waiting.

He’s surprised to see a small plaque mounted to one of the doors with the words “Winged Hero, Hawks!” He cocks an eyebrow, chuckling to himself at how his assistant likes to go overboard. He grips Hawks to his shoulder with one hand, and moves to grab his keycard with the other. He holds his card against the knob until a small green light blinks and the lock unclicks. He pushes the door open to reveal a small clean studio bedroom with a kitchenette. A suitcase lays open on a small blue couch opposite the King bed. Enji curiously peers over and sees a mix of civilian clothes – a leather jacket, a pair of jeans. He’s never seen Hawks in casual wear before, but he’s sure whatever this fried chicken of a hero wears in his off time is smart and fashionable (and hot).

Speaking of fried chicken, he sees several discarded paper bags from the local chicken joint laying in the room’s plastic trash can. He mentally reminds himself to thank his assistant for a job well done in the morning, happy to know that Hawks has been fed. He knows the winged hero doesn’t take good enough care of himself. Enji is glad that, at least for the time being, he knows that Hawks is safe and well cared for.

Finally, he moves to the bed and gently lays down his colleague. Enji moves Hawks onto his side, unsure of how to position the large red wings protruding from the hero’s back. When his body connects with the soft mattress, Hawks blinks awake, confused.

“Number One?” He looks blearily up at Enji, who moves to sit on the bed. The feeling of the plush mattress beneath his ass is heaven – Enji has forgotten just how bone tired he is. He sighs heavily and rubs at his eyes, mentally calculating the number of steps he has to take to get to his personal quarters on the 10th floor.

“We’re in one of the guest rooms at my agency. You can rest now, Hawks.”

Hawks grins up at him with one of his stupid, too-bright smiles. His golden eyes are half open as he pats the mattress next to him.

“Don’t act so proud, get in the goddamn bed Enji.”

Enji scowls down his nose at the wing hero. Hawks reaches out and grabs his large hand and places it in his blond hair.

“You can scratch my head if ya want.”

Enji rolls his eyes, but begins to comb his fingers through Hawks’ thick blonde locks all the same. After a few minutes of angry contemplating, he finally gives in and settles down into the bed beside Hawks.

“Knew ya’d give in.” Hawks yawns, rolling over to snuggle into Enji’s side. He nuzzles into the Flame Hero’s neck with his sharp nose.

“Shut up, you idiot.”

Enji falls asleep next to him. For a moment, everything is alright and the world is at peace.

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End of Part 2 of 2

Oh wow thanks for reading this!!! This was definitely a little out of my comfort zone to write but I hope that you enjoyed! I never would have seen myself as an EndHawks shipper but I read so many good fics that made me want to try to write an EndHawks story myself! Thanks again for reading, and if you'd like to see more of my writing please check out the master list pinned on my dash and linked below! I appreciate you all so much 💕

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