April 2025 Drabble #2

Endeavor/Hawks/AllMight – transman Endeavor; coming untouched – Hawks has no qualms about driving Enji insane. AllMight on the other hand...

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“Endeavor-saaaan~~ you are so qui-et~” Hawks glances up from between Endeavor’s massive thighs. His eyes are downright luminous in his face. He looks a little deranged even without the lower half of his face visible.

Endeavor is biting into his fist, refusing to let out that whimper that’s threatening at the back of his throat. He’s been feeling Hawks’ little sing-song voice right against his oversensitive hole. He’s been lapping and fingering it for what feels like hours now.

Endeavor’s stomach clenches tight. Hawks sees it, of course. The trembling of his abdominals. The way his whole body seems to rock with a noiseless sob; ending in a jiggle of his chest.

The younger man looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his skull. Finally, he lifts his head but somehow that is even worse.

His lower half is smeared in Endeavor’s slick. His lips look swollen and red from sucking on his hole. Just his hole. Only his goddamn hole or his lips or the quivering muscles of his thighs – never Endeavor’s clit, jutting obscenely at the apex of his cunt and begging to be touched.

“Endeavor,” Hawks murmurs, his voice pitched even lower. He moves his arms a little; he’s got them thrown across Endeavor’s thighs but now his fingers are inching closer to his cunt; swollen and so desperately sensitive.

Endeavor’s eyes go wide, his mouth dry. He feels like he’s been teetering on the edge for so long now. Like only a single nudge against his impossibly hard cock will finally send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.

But before Hawks can touch his throbbing clit, his fingers once again make a detour to his hole. Finger the edges until Endeavor feels like he is about to crawl out of his skin.

He howls in anger and agony, but no matter how much he fights it, AllMight’s grip on his arms holds steady, and the bindings around his legs are keeping them from crushing the younger hero into paste.

“Maybe this is too mean…” AllMight mutters. His face looks worried even with his eyes cast in shadows. He’s leaning over Endeavor and it’s probably a testament to how far Endeavor is gone that he doesn’t hiss abuse at the idiot for even insinuating he couldn’t handle something as simple as getting his pussy tormented.

It’s just a few ruined orgasms… who was counting? (He. He was. And did it even count as a ruined orgasm when he wasn’t even allowed to the peak?)

Hawks tuts. “He can take it. I just wanna see him squirt. And I think I can do it if I just…”

He trails off, eyes once again going to Endeavor’s pussy, hungry and eager. He hunkers back down.

“...drive him insane?” AllMight finishes Hawks’ sentence with a dubious note to his voice.

He hurriedly leans forward, pushing harder on Endeavor’s arms when the other tries to wrench himself out of his grip once more, his eyes flaming and his mouth set in a tight, trembling line.

“You look so good like this, Enji,” AllMight mutters. He can’t help it. His hands slide along Enji’s arms, fingertips lightly tugging on the hair in his pits because he’s always weirdly fascinated with it. The added stimulation has Enji’s back bowing and an honest to god sob ripped from his throat.

Hawks looks excited.

“Shit… soon.”