Hawks/Endeavour - A Night to Forget (Patreon)

 
OK SO i had this idea running around my head all day at work and i just really needed to do something with it cause i really havent endulged my boy hawks at all which is just such a crime against humanity really, and so im combining my distaste for endeavor with my love of hawks and abusing boys LETS GO
So roughly this is set after another hawks/endeavor team up, doesnt have to be a canon one specifically cause we going off the rails, and forgive me for any mistakes cause im still catching up on the manga so theres defs things about hawks/endeavor/dabi/plot stuff i am unaware of but were all here for the kink anyway so whatevs, but yeah endeavor gets drunk and bad things happen (this is also something im gunna try continue with some future dabihawks so if yall interested let me know ;) )
Tw. ra*pe/non*con
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There was plenty of room inside Endeavor’s office, easily enough to fit crowds of his employees and fellow heroes, and yet it was just the two of them cozied together inside the spacious room. Usually after a long day of hero work, Hawks would have insisted on going to a bar or restaurant for a meal and a few drinks after they’d cleared up some villains to celebrate. This time, however, Endeavor had wanted to clear up the last of his paperwork for the night first, and refused to go out no matter how much Hawks complained. He’d finally agreed to getting some take out and having drinks in his office instead.
So, they’d gone back to his office, Hawks making himself comfortable on one of the plush couches while Endeavor sat at his desk, finishing off the necessary paperwork that had come along with clearing up any of the league of villain forces these days. Hawks didn’t even question why he had a cupboard in the office that was kept well stocked with expensive sake and liquors. Sometimes a hard drink was the easiest fix for a long day. 
They'd idly chatted as Endeavour worked and Hawks kicked back on the couch, eating the food they'd brought back with them and slowly nursing his drink, waiting for Endeavor to join him. By the time he had it was Well into the night, and Endeavour was wasting no time to catch up on the drinks they'd usually have downed in a restaurant. 
They were several glasses deep now, Endeavor ahead by a significant amount since Hawks wasn’t much of a drinker anyway. Hawks could see it on his face that he was drunk, cheeks flushed red and eyes bleary as they slowly glanced around the room, the fire on his face a low heat that curled slowly over his cheeks and chin. 
“Y’know” Endeavor spoke, heavy slur to his gruff voice, “You have a good quirk. A strong quirk…” Endeavor looked at him as he spoke, lifting his glass to his lips and finishing off his drink before refilling both their glasses. 
“Thanks” Hawks says, giving a shrug as he took a sip, “Not so bad yourself.”
“Your wings… they're a physical quirk, right?” He asks in the way someone drunk and confused usually asks, with squinting eyes staring down at Hawks and his face involuntarily leaning into Hawks. "They grow from your back, hm?"
“Yeah, ‘course. Where else would they come from…” Hawks nods, smirk growing on his face. Admittedly, he’s drunk enough himself that the little sense he has has already been thrown out the window, and he’s tugging his shirt up before he can even rationalize why. “Need proof?”
Endeavor’s brow quirks at him, confused and curious as Hawks’ toned waist is revealed as he sluggishly tugs his shirt over his head with a great deal of struggling. Once the garment is gone and dropped to the floor he turns his back towards Endeavor and gives the wings a few short flaps before extending them out with an amused “Ta-da!”
His wings are short and fluffy by now, most of his larger feathers having been used up during the days work and they won’t be completely regenerated for a few more hours. But even then, Hawks likes to think they’re still impressive as they are. 
He’s just about done with his display, ready to grab his shirt to tug back on when he feels a large, warm hand that’s rough with callouses press into the centre of his back between his wings. It causes him to startle, back tensing and wings folding in with the shock of the sudden contact. “Uh… Endeavour?”
“Sorry” is the mumbled response, “Just curious…” The hand doesn't stop, in fact a second one joins the first, kneading against the muscles where feather connects to skin. A hand strokes up his right wing, smoothing over the feathers before gently pulling it out to extend again, and Hawks reluctantly allows it.
As much as he admired Endeavor, the man was intimidating, and as much as he enjoyed toying and teasing him when they worked it was another situation entirely when his massive hands were holding the most important part of him. Hands that could easily snap the bones in his wings with almost no effort if he tried.
A shiver ran down Hawks spine, and he pushed back his wings which seemed to be enough to surprise the drunken Endeavor back enough he could dip forward to reach his shirt from the floor. “Alright, I think I’ve had-”
A heavy weight was suddenly pushing down on Hawks’ back, trapping his chest and hips against the couch as Endeavor loomed over him. He froze instantly, warm breathe ghosting over his back and neck, the stench of sake stinging his nose. 
“Endeavor… What are you-” Hawks tries to stay calm, he’s a little drunk, but Endeavor is a hero. He wouldn’t hurt him. Right?
“Your quirk… so strong…” Endeavor rasps over him, getting closer to Hawks’ face with each breath, “If we combined our quirks… we could create the strongest hero…”
Hawks’ eyes shot wide open, he struggled to look over his shoulder at Endeavor with how his whole body was pinned down to the couch, but he managed to turn enough to look into his eyes. To see the deep, dark fire that spiralled in them. It chilled him to his core.
He had to leave.
He tried to get his arms under him, tried to push himself up from the couch, to move Endeavor off him, but the man was like a boulder and Hawks simply didn’t have the strength. 
“G-get off” he groaned, pushing his back up against Endeavor’s chest as hard as he could, “I’m not messing around anymore…”
“Neither am I” Endeavor spoke, and Hawks could hear the rustling of fabric before a hand slipped under his hips and started pulling at his waistband.
“Fuck, Enji, get off!” Hawks shouted, pushing harder and struggling more to try to get off the couch. He felt Endeavor’s weight shift back, and for a brief moment thought he was free before that big hand was pressing down on his back again. Right between his wings, pinning him to the couch. 
Even if he was still pinned, his wings were free and Hawks wasn’t going to stop fighting back. He sharpened what few feathers he had left and let loose, hoping that Endeavor was drunk enough that his reaction was slowed. He heard a grunt of pain, clearly at least some of the feathers hit their mark, before the hand on his back gripped tighter. Thick fingers were winding around the base of his wings and pulling them together tightly, making Hawks head tip back in a scream as the muscles and skin were tugged until it felt like something might tear. 
“S-stop!! Stop!” Hawks grit out, jaw clenched tight with heavy breaths as he tried not to move a muscle. Thankfully the grip loosened, but it didn’t release him. This time when the hand began tugging at his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his thighs, all he did was close his eyes and bite his lip. Willing it to be over already. 
Once again, he felt those warm, calloused fingers on his skin, but this time they were sliding between his thighs, parting his lips and pushing into him gracelessly. His fingers were thick, and even two of them was more of a stretch than Hawks was used to. Even more so when he wasn’t even wet. The fingers pulled out quickly and clumsily, pushing Hawks thighs further apart until he could feel his hips ache from it. 
“Please, Endeavor… Enji, don’t do this” Hawks tried to beg, hoping for a last minute way to stop this from happening, but instead all he got was Endeavor’s lips brushing against his ear and whispering.
“We’ll make the strongest hero, together…” and suddenly there was pressure, thick, hot, and burning. Hawks couldn’t hold back the whine that escaped his throat as he felt Endeavor forcing himself inside him, unprepared, and uncaring. 
It was tight and uncomfortable, skin pulling on skin and a fiery burn of stretch that made Hawks bite his lip to stop him from crying. He wished for it to stop, for this to not be happening right now, but it was, and nothing would change that now. 
Hawks tried to not make a sound. He didn't know how to react to what was happening at all, but as Endeavor bottomed out before quickly dragging his cock all the way back, Hawks couldn't stop the cry from bubbling over. He gasped desperately, eyes welling with tears as he felt the stinging tug of Endeavor pulling and pushing into him relentlessly. 
His fingers dug into the fabric of the couch like he was trying to physically ground himself as the man he’d most admired used him like a toy. The ache in his hips and the hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach only grew worse as Endeavor moved faster, somehow unbothered by the painfully tight stretch of each thrust.
Hawks could still smell the alcohol on his breath as his body curled over his, lips uncomfortably close to his face as he panted and groaned.
“Feels so good...” Endeavour grunted with a sharp thrust, words still slurring “need you… have my baby…”
Hawks sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as his body was pushed harder and harder into the couch cushions. Endeavor was moving faster and Hawks desperately hoped for this to be over now, but as his thrusts grew harsher and deeper the realisation hit him.
“D-don’t- please, not inside!” Hawks pleaded frantically, voice thick with tears as he tried to use the arm of the couch to pull away from Endeavor, but the grip on his wings tightened and he gave up the struggle with a broken cry.
Endeavor’s thrusts stopped suddenly, sending a shock up Hawks spine when he hits the spot, and instantly Hawks knows he’s fucked. He can feel Endeavor’s cock pumping inside him and filling him up with his sperm. It felt like it just kept going and going, like it was an eternity before it finally stopped and even longer before Endeavor pulled out. The action was followed by a flow of come gushing out of him and onto the couch, but neither of them reacted to the sight. 
Hawks lay there, unmoving. His eyes finally opened and he stared off at the wall as he felt Endeavor release his wings and sit back against the couch. His wings flopped uselessly on his back, strained and sore from the rough handling. He couldn’t even find the strength to pull them back in. 
His eyes trailed down to watch Endeavor pour himself another drink and sloppily top up Hawks’ glass, not that it needed it. He watched as the alcohol spilled down the sides of the glass and puddled on the table, just the same as he felt another dribble of come down his thigh. Hawks didn’t try to move, he just lay there still, feeling more come slowly drip from him and tried to process what had happened. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to think about it. 
When he finally moved several minutes later, it was to pull himself upright into as much of a sitting position as he could handle before tossing back the rest of his drink in one go, feeling the burn of the liquor as he swallowed it down. Endeavor gave him a glance but said nothing before filling his glass again before he could even put it down. So Hawks drank. He drank however many glasses were poured until he couldn’t feel the throbbing pain in his back. Until the bottle lay empty and discarded.
He didn’t know what time it was, but it was late. Hawks staggered to his feet, pulling his pants back up his legs and fastening them before attempting to retrieve his shirt from the floor. It took a few wobbly attempts, but he managed. With that, he slurred an attempt of words to announce his departure, but one glance at Endeavor told him it was completely unheard anyway. So instead he stumbled his way to the door, and out of the office. 
Making it to the street was a blur, but he somehow did it, no doubt having knocked over a few office supplies on his way out. But nonetheless he made it. He stood on the street, staring up at the dark sky listlessly. Usually he’d fly home, but he was drunk and even just stretching his wings cause the muscles to throb in pain. So, he turns in the direction of the nearest train station, feet dragging as he slowly makes his way there, stopping every so often to lean again a pole or crouch down and heave for a few moments before continuing. 
With no small effort he’d made it onto the train, and within the hour he was standing out the front of his apartment, unsure of how he really got there in the first place. He pushed his way inside and immediately entered his bathroom, turning the shower on as hot as he could bear before stripping all his clothes and discarding them on the floor. As soon as he stood under the stream of water his legs gave out, a loud thud rang out in his quiet apartment as his knees hit the tiles. The deep steadying breath he tried to take came out in a wrack of sobs that only seemed to bring on more and more tears. He sat under the stream until the water ran cold.
As the sun came up, Hawks was crawling into his futon and pulling the covers over his head. He didn’t care that his phone was ringing. He didn’t care about anything. He couldn’t remember how to.
On the other end of the call, Dabi grew concerned.