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Clawed and clawed and clawed and earned
🕑 Added 2021-06-01 03:29:33 +0000 UTCFandom: BNHA
Pairing: Hawks/Deku
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Cockwarming, forced feminization, mind break, throat bulge, dubcon, u / nderage
Summary: Being a Hero doesn't allow him much selfishness but when he saves the adorable Deku, Hawks decides he's earned himself a reward
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Every day, he silently watched the innocent faces of youth stare up at the legion of Pros and dream about being one of them. It never failed to make him sick to his stomach. Sometimes, he vividly imaging kneeling down in front of those excited, beaming faces, leaning in close and whispering into their ear that everything they knew about Heroes was a joke, a farce. In reality, there weren’t many perks to being a hero. It was thankless job, drenched in stress, pain and an endless hunger for what civilians had. A social life where they didn’t constantly have to worry about their friends, their loved ones dying; romantic endeavors, throwing every caution into the wind and just having fun; relaxing evenings at home, curled up to a nice, warm body and not thinking about anything other than the smooth, soft skin underneath their palms. Becoming a hero was sacrificing all of that. It was giving your heart, your body, everything that should be only yours to the public and only receiving arbitrary rewards as thanks. It was…crushing.
…but he supposed that there were some upsides to being a Hero. Every once and a while, a delicious, beautiful morsel fell right into his lap, looking up at him with big, teary eyes that made his heart beat for what felt like the first time. Did he realize it was wrong to whisk someone so impressionable, so naïve and sweet to do as he wanted with him? Of course – the nagging voice in the back of his head, the one that was still convinced that convinced there was still some merit, some good in the Pro system…the voice of his child self, staring down at a plush toy with a smile on his face, relieved and overjoyed that he too could be a Hero, just like the man who saved him – wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. Not that it had any strong sway over him. How could it when he was beholden to the most beautiful thing this world had ever created?
Gently weaving his calloused fingers through Izuku’s sweat soaked hair, Hawks lovingly stroked his pad over the rounded curve of his burning hot cheek. Bright green eyes, swimming with tears and dancing with hazy want, gazed unfocusedly up at him. Smiling coyly, small beads of sweat rolling along his overheated skin, Hawks lovingly traced the shape of Izuku’s brows, the slim line of his nose then danced further down to gleefully brush the tips of his fingers along his stretched lips. Drool dribbled down his chin, sliding along the delicate slope of his throat. The white blouse he wore had slipped off his shoulder, revealing a sprinkling of freckles. His small, plump cock, fully erect and dripping perfectly white pearls of precum onto the polished floor, lifted up the front of his short skirt.
“You’re doing so well, Izuku.” Hawks cooed, pulling his plush bottom lip down slightly. His cock twitched inside the tight, hot, wet confines of Izuku’s tiny mouth. The child trembled again, the color in his cheeks deepening as he moaned in delight at being praised. Hawks chuckled quietly, shifting slightly in his seat. Such a beautiful sight…made him regret that he didn’t have his phone nearby. He would have to remember for next time to bring it along so he could make some physical memories. Izuku…his beautiful Izuku, kneeling in front of him, brightly flushed and breathing shallowly, his throat bulging out prominently from the huge length buried inside him. It was proving difficult to hold himself in control. Right now, all he wanted to do was wildly buck his hips, fucking this incredible hole until his dick burned from being repeatedly milked but this…this was an important part of Izuku’s training. His beautiful Izuku…when he first saved him, he had been so grateful, so excited to meet a Pro that he barely even registered when Hawks didn’t take him home to his Mother (as he had asked) but instead brought him here, to his apartment.
The panic hadn’t started until later when he could no longer hold himself back from making this beam of sunlight, this bright spot of warmth and happiness that filled him with a feeling he never thought he’d ever be allowed to feel his. Understandably, Izuku had resisted him, fought him, begged and cried to go home to his Mother. Hawks had nearly broken down several times during the process of slowly, surely reprogramming this incredible child to desire only him, need only him, love only him but the thought of losing Izuku…of watching him walk away into the arms of someone else…he couldn’t stand it. No…Izuku…he was his. He was his reward for the years he had suffered, forced to become a Hero and only that – not a person with needs and desires but a machine existing solely to save, to fight, to kill, if necessary. It was cruel, selfish to demand this of him but…the moment he got a taste, a touch, he knew that he could no longer care.
“You love my cock, don’t you, Izuku?” Hawks rasped, cupping the sides of his head. He bent over slightly, wiggling his hips a little to grind his dick against the sensitive chords of his throat. The muscles contracted around him, squeezing him even more tightly. Intense heat pressed at the back of his balls. Electric pleasure zipped through his veins, leaving every nerve raw and humming. He bit down on his lower lip, blowing out a slow breath through his nose. Fuck…it felt so good…Izuku’s mouth had always felt incredible – from the very first time he had slipped into this heat to right now – but now…Hawks shivered. Now, Izuku wanted his cock. He wanted to please him, to worship him, to spend every waking moment thinking about making him feel good. Even though Izuku was completely still, obediently holding his throbbing cock in the soft sleeve of his throat, it was somehow even more blissful than for him to be eagerly swallowing him up, earnestly bobbing up and down as he sucked on him as hard as he could.
Izuku moaned loudly, a brilliant spark of sweet happiness swimming in his dazed eyes. He shifted ever so slightly but the movement clearly screamed an impatient desperateness. Tiny hands, bound together underneath the soft, rounded curve of Izuku’s chin, loosely clasped into fists. His throat bobbed around his cock as he swallowed, inspiring a roar of pleasure in the base of his belly. Hawks exhaled slowly, struggling not to smile. Oh…was his gorgeous little one at the end of his endurance? He had lasted far longer than he thought he would. Hawks glanced at the clock hanging over the TV. Three hours…a new record. He would have to be sure to reward him handsomely tonight. Resting his cheek on the cliff of his fingers, Hawks lightly rolled his hips, grinding his length against the inside of Izuku’s soft throat. The child moaned softly, his eyelids fluttering. He chuffed and gasped around his length. His tongue moved slightly underneath the weight of his length but, just as he’d been trained, he didn’t try anything more than that.
“Do you want to suck me off, Izuku?” Hawks asked quietly, ignoring the thundering rhythm of his heart. He knew the answer to that question. Not that it mattered. He wanted a nod, a moan – anything that could convey how much Izuku desired him. Trailing the tips of his fingers along the bulging curve of his gorgeous little one’s throat, Hawks breathed, “Do you want to make me cum?”
Inhaling sharply, tears glistening in his hazy gaze, Izuku eagerly nodded – or did his best to do so. His thin fingers stretched out, as though he was trying to catch hold of his hand. He shifted again – this time the movement was more pronounced, anxious almost. Hawks’s heart twanged inside his chest, thrumming excitedly against his ribcage. Whose self-control would crack first? Bubbling, boiling pleasure pressed hard against the back of his cock. Precum dribbled at a constant rate from his slit. Every time Izuku swallowed a mouthful down, the smooth chords of his throat constricted around his throbbing cock, dragging him closer and closer to no longer being able to maintain this calm façade. Right now, all he wanted to do was drag Izuku in even closer, crushing that small body to his larger form and bury his aching, needy length inside his tight hole. He wanted to hear him squeal as he slid inside, stretching him open, stuffing his sloppy boy pussy full. The mere thought was enough to make his cock twitch against Izuku’s soft tongue. Moaning loudly, staring up at him pleadingly, Izuku managed to wriggle his hands around enough to brush the tips of his fingers against his arm.
That simple touch sent a bolt of electricity racing up to his shoulder before it cascaded down to plume inside of his chest. He was the one who was supposed to be in control here but when Izuku looked at him like that, when he reached out to him…how could he possibly tell his beautiful little one no? He had done so well. Perhaps it was time to finally reward him. They could call this his new record and aim for better next time. Exhaling shakily, Hawks curled his long, calloused fingers into Izuku’s soft, sweat soaked hair. He gently tugged him back, shuddering as his mouth slid along the shaft of his dick. Izuku let out a loud, wet gasp as his cock bounced free. Thick strands of saliva kept them briefly connected. Panting shallowly, his expression dazed and wanting, Izuku loudly swallowed then, after a visible shudder, he leaned forward daringly, pressing his tongue to the base of his cock and dragged it up to the bulbous head, swirling his tongue around it.
Hawks breath caught. His eyes widened. His heart leapt up into his mouth with a howl of adulation. Those gorgeous green eyes glanced up at him, searching his expression. What little confidence could be made through Izuku’s dazed expression faded. His brows knit together worryingly. It was easy to read what he was thinking: did I do something wrong? Is he mad? Swallowing down the mouthful of drool that had quickly accumulated underneath his lung, Hawks did his best to ignore the near violent urge to grab hold of Izuku’s head and fuck his mouth with no restraint. This…this was the behavior he wanted to encourage. This…this openness, this honesty, this boldness…more…more, more, more!
“It’s okay.” Hawks rasped, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You can keep going. Show me…show me how much you love my cock. I want to see it, Izuku.”
All the tension visibly fled from Izuku’s tiny body. Tilting his head back, he beamed happily up at Izuku, clearly delighted that Hawks wasn’t mad. Scooting in even closer, his starry gaze flickering rapidly between Hawks’s face and his cock, Izuku hesitantly repeated the motion. When Hawks gasped softly, his cock twitching against his lips, Izuku giggled drunkenly. Curling his tiny hands around the base of dick, moaning sweetly, Izuku dragged his tongue up and down his shaft, covering the skin with a heavy layer of saliva. Reclining back in his seat, Hawks briefly thought about taking control but…seeing Izuku enjoying himself to much was too good of a show to stop. There would always be time for that later. After all, Izuku belonged to him. He was his precious reward for so diligently performing his role of Hero. Everything he had lost, everything that had been taken from him, everything he had been forced to give up in the name of being this putrid society’s “protector”…none of it mattered now that he had Izuku. It was selfish…terribly, terribly selfish and cruel but…he couldn’t let him go. He could never let him go. Not after finally being given a taste of the kind of warmth that he had been denied for so long.
