Reader: F Character:Enji Todoroki/Endeavor Rating: E Summary:You’re the one that got away. Warning:Break Up, Angst, Revenge, Possessive!Enji, Implied Smut, Dysfunctional relationships Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Oh how Enji would love to hold you in his arms once more. The time when he was with you was something he viewed with rose coloured glasses. He thought of you as the fan girl who fell into his bed and fell in love with him.
Drives through the city, fucking in the backrooms of expensive clubs. He forgot how much of his life was a mess when he was inside of you.
As he fucked you against the couch of his lavish manor, in the back of his expensive car, or in his bedroom. When he trailed a large hand down your chest and across your stomach.
As he fucked into you harder, he forgot about everything. But he could never really escape it. He had to hide you away from his family and the press, you were his secret. And a lot of the time he disappeared on you.
Eventually you broke up. You cried and told him you were done after he left you for a week and a half with no explanation. The time apart fucked with your mind and you had enough.
But now you were with another guy, you were with him most of the time. But when you got drunk or upset, you texted Enji. You cried and cried. You two end up fucking to conclusions, but never got back together.
Enji craved your body, he craved that tightness around his cock. But also a soft part of him craved how you looked at him with those adoring eyes, how you got excited when you defeated the bad guy.
You idolized him, but it fell into dysfunction because Enji was a ghost. That was why you two broke up in the first place.
But now he saw you with someone else, your arms wrapped around another lover. He wondered if he fucked you the same way or did you like the so called “vanilla” stuff.
He remembered how much of a little vixen you were, when you two were together. But you were always a text away. Especially when this new guy broke your heart for the fourteenth time.
“I miss you.” You whimpered as you struggled to take his cock.
“I know.”
But there was never that conclusion. You wanted something simple and normal, not the layers of dysfunction that Enji brought. From his job to his family, all of it was these layers that you didn’t want.
But yet the siren song of Enji always brought you back.
One day Enji will have you back. Even if he has to put this new guy in the line of trouble. One day he’ll wake up with you in his arms once more. For now however, he needed to be patient. You don’t catch flies with threats.
While he stroked his cock to the thoughts of you, he pictured those adoring eyes. He pictured your smooth face, he pictured how you looked taking his cock. When he owned you.
He wasn’t the best lover but he was willing to try again.
Usual mornings with Endeavor with his little housespouse…
Summary:Soft domestic Enji.
Warnings:None!
Waking up at four in the morning, on the dot. Your internal alarm clock all to used to the song and dance of the morning ritual. Like a jolt of electricity it pushes you out of the lonely and cold bed, your husband in the shower getting ready for the long day ahead of him. Whipping up a hearty breakfast that would keep him full and give him enough energy to get through the day, knowing he’s going to forget about lunch.
Giving him a kiss once he’s out of the shower, the stubble he has yet to shave tickling your face and the droplets clinging to his scarlet hair occasionally dripping on your face.
Morning Enji is soft Enji. Sleep still clouding his mind his gruff voice expresses his appreciation unabashedly, knowing he doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as you. You settle on his lap as he sits down at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and eating your cooking, his large hand running across your spine as you drift in and out of thought.
Helping him get ready, double checking he has his car and house keys, his wallet and phone while he ties his boots. Letting you buckle his belt and adjust the heavy metal pauldrons that weigh down his hero costume to your hearts content. Knowing his appearance is paramount to his job, if he had it his way there would be no popularity contests and rankings but whatever made the fans happy and continued their support.
The gentle and desperate kiss he gives you as he’s opening the front door. The regret and disappointment flowing through at the notion that he has to leave you yet again. Begging you to get more sleep and that he’ll check in later when he has time. Both of you knowing he doesn’t but he’ll make time, even if he has to further the stereotype that he’s a demanding boss so his employees will scatter in fear for a few minutes of peace.
A bittersweet feeling of watching him get in his car and drive off from the porch. Wishing him well and to be safe so he can come back home to you.
Summary: The fiery men fall sick. How do they act? Do they give in to their s/o wanting to dote on them?
Warnings: None unless your unsettled by sickness. Gender neutral.
Stubborn, stubborn man.
Consistently runs himself into the ground in every aspect of his life. Hero work, training, family matters and upholding your relationship. Gives every ounce he has into everything he does.
Despite the many lectures he gives to people about caring for their health and well-being he often shirks his own. Believing he doesn’t deserve to take “breaks” for his own health.
So what happens when he’s hit with a villains quirk that leaves him bound to his bed while he’s coughing up a lung, can’t speak due to his inflamed throat and fever wrecking havoc on his immune system? He tries to go to work.
You’re awoken up from your dream filled sleep to the sound of something very large falling. Enji had collapsed from the bout of dizziness and vertigo that played a cruel trick on his feverish mind.
After trying to help him and persuade him back to bed he brushes you off, saying he’s fine, and goes to work. Not a hour later he’s stumbling through the door of your home, nearly collapsing again. This time he listens to you when you usher him to the bedroom and lay him down, hearing the quiet mutter of an apology as he finally gives in. Wonders never cease.
Now he’s learned his lesson and doesn’t give a fight when you start worrying about him and start coaxing him to take medicine. Out of all of them he’s the one to love the attention most, soaking it up like a sponge while he tries to keep a disgruntled expression. He’d give you far too much pleasure in yourself if you knew you were making him feel all mushy and soft on the inside so he puts on an ever grumpier facade, for now.
The phrase “grin and bear it” made flesh.
The worst of them all. Living in a shithole, eating the bare minimum, smoking and nearly ripping apart by the seams makes his health plummet in the cold and flu seasons. He’s also the worst because whatever reservations about being “clingy”, “needy”, and “affectionate” go out the window. In layman’s terms Touya turns into a massive baby.
From the moment he wakes up he’s complaining about every little thing. He’s too hot, the blanket is too scratchy, his staples hurt, the room is too bright so on and so forth.
At least in this state he says “please” and “thank you” during his rants about his needs. You can’t very well leave him to defend himself so you oblige. Finding simple, easy food to settle his stomach, crank up the air conditioner, find him a better blanket and as gross as it is, clean the discharge out of his staples. All the while he’s babbling in a state of delusional happiness. Whatever feelings he keeps bottled up spilling over as his turquoise eyes watch your every move. It’s quite sweet and a nice payment for taking care of the arsonist.
When everything is said and done he says the cure-all for his sickness: cuddles. Of all the things.
Before you can even retort saying you would also get sick and have to deal with his further complaining he releases all the stored energy he’s built up since waking up and pulls you underneath the covers, hearing none of your own complaints as he wraps you up with him.
He’s rather smug with himself when you concede and give him his final request. He’s an absolute man-child through and through and you both know it.
When he recovers he’ll threaten to burn you to ash if you mention it, much less tease him about his sudden change in behavior. Of course he doesn’t mean it. If he did then who would take care of him when he gets sick again?
That’s right, no one. So he keeps you around, leeching off the possibility of getting you to wear a nurse costume next time.
The most cooperative of the three.
He does fall sick quite often, never anything serious, but enough to keep him bedbound for a time due to the constant use of his quirks. Whenever he uses his cold side heavily he runs the risk of catching the flu and a stomach bug for his hot side.
Whenever he does he has no reservations about getting into bed and resting. After his mother was placed in the psychiatric hospital getting chicken noodle soup, a compress to his forehead and care after getting sick was out of the question so he always tried to sleep it off.
So he’s quite giddy inside when he sees you rush into the room with a piping hot bowl of soup, bread and medicine.
When he’s awake and being tended to he monitors your own health to ensure you don’t fall sick either, feeling terrible when he notices you slowly but surely getting sick as well.
Shoto only needs a day or two of rest and being tended to recover from the mild fever and chills and then its his turn to care for you. He’s far, far less experienced in the matter and ends up researching on the internet how to care for you.
There’s many things he has to learn still and knowing how to nurse a sick person back to health is one of them. He’s watched you everytime and generally tries to follow your lead and when you can, through a scratchy throat, coughs and sniffles guide him through the steps.
After he’s put a cold pack on your forehead and you’ve eaten a box of instant noodles he slides back into bed with you. Letting you use either side of his body to regulate your temperature as a silent apology.
Summary: Self indulgent ficlet with a contemplative, worrisome Endeavor.
Warnings: None! Pure, unadulterated fluff.
The three remaining Todoroki children all come to a sudden realization: they hadn’t seen their father at home for quite some time. Everyday when they returned they find the house quiet. They knew their father worked long hours and was rarely home but often times when they were getting ready for the day, they would hear him leave. Now however they heard nothing when they were awake and nothing when they were asleep. The new dynamic at home was welcomed by the youngest of the three while the two eldest weren’t sure what to make of it, despite the new peace they were worried for his safety and well-being.
Enji would find his way to your home everyday after work, he’d set his shoes aside while you helped him remove his jacket. No words would be spoken, afraid the sound of speech would shatter the intimate moment. He’d wander over to the recliner you had bought for him and sit down, a short glass of bourbon in hand, to contemplate. The time varies. He may sit in silence from ten minutes to an hour. He’d sit alone or pull you into his large lap when you passed by. Those were the moments he’d cry. Letting the emotions he bottled up release in a torrent of self-doubt. Asking questions you didn’t have the answer to but helped explain away, your fingers combing through his crimson colored hair while he hid in the crook of your neck. Often how he wondered how much suffering he had to endure for sufficient recompense, what he had to do to prove he’s changed and learned from his mistakes. What he had to swear to reconcile with the people he’s hurt. That’s all he wanted and the longer time went on the heavier the task weighed, you tried to share the burden but this was his to resolve.
Contemplative silence accompanied with your presence was calming, grounding. Holding you in his arms he didn’t feel so alone, you relied on him and that made getting out of bed worth it. Your smile was the light of his life, your laughter the fuel to his fire, the way you looked at him in soft moments the reason he kept going.
The time varied but when he felt that he had recharged enough his attention is solely on you. You’ve been so attentive to his needs he can only repay in kind in his own awkward and unsure way. The first on his list is to always make sure you’ve eaten, your health one of his top priorities so he’ll ask if you have. Offering to make a meal with you or take you out, if neither of you are in the mood to socialize takeout is ordered right to your doorstep. The next nightly step is asking how your day was, letting you unload your worries and stresses onto his more than capable shoulders. He doesn’t want you to keep your emotions under lock and key, knowing full well how dangerous that can be. He’s not as wise as he wishes but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t offer you advice and even help with whatever has you down. Work to familial matters and everything in between. He wants to he relied on, to be the rock and light in your life just as you are to his. He’d do everything for you if he could but he’s aware that kind of relationship can turn toxic and he wants to avoid that if possible. Though he doesn’t know if any relationship with him no matter the length will stay stable. No more toxicity, no dependency and no fights. The motto he lives by throughout your relationship until its second nature. Healthy, happy and secure.
Your home becomes as cold as the Arctic whenever Enji is around. His quirk a blessing and a curse. Even when its deactivated Hellflame produces an exorbitant amount of heat, heat that when he’s trying to relax and wind down makes him unbearably uncomfortable. Solution? Crank that thermostat down as it could go. Compromise? Enji pays your electric bill and he keeps you warm with snuggling. Perfect compromise. It just works.
The Number One Hero is a walking furnace, a furnace that has no qualms about you using him as a bed. Its the least he can do for putting you through the cold for his sake. Your form resting against his while a thin blanket is draped across your bodies for privacies sake as an extra layer of insulation. His hand is large, fingers thick and calloused and barely used to administrating soft touches. He tries. Hand laying at the curve of your back, his fingertips brushing across your spine, your head laying on his broad chest. The moment is serene. The occasional activation of the air conditioner breaking the quietness of the room, the whirring of the blades drowned out by the thudding heartbeat directly underneath your ear. There was something unique about sleeping with a hero, the top ranking hero at that, that made the world feel different. Feel safe. The worries of the world and the villains all melted away.
Eventually the thumping of Enji’s heart and the exhaustion of the day catches up with you, lulling you to sleep without your consent. You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re in a dream, whatever blessed reprieve from the outside world taking control of your senses. Hands play with your hair and massage the knots out of your muscles so delicately, ghosts of touches placed on your skin while the your half waits to follow you to the Dreamland.
Sleep never comes to Enji easily, never has. Even when he pushed his body to the point of falling apart he’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling, and even witnessing the sunrise once or twice before he’d fall asleep. Never for long. An hour or two at the moment. That’s not the case with you. The sleep cycle he’s known the majority of his life gets turned on its head in your presence, in your arms he nods off before he can stop the encroaching slumber. Part of him welcomes it with open arms and the other, the ever alert hero, needs him to stay awake. He knows he’s the target of many villains and needs to be vigilant to ensure your safety. His heart clenches in despair whenever his intrusive thoughts turn down the path of losing you. Getting caught in the crossfire or kidnapped to be used against him are two possibilities that do keep him up at night, thoughts swimming of what would happen if he lost you. His ultimate failure.
He doesn’t notice you’ve woken up until your hands are on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and your worried voice calling out his name. Snapped back to reality he always apologizes for waking you, never accepting that you simply needed water as an answer. You must’ve known and felt his worry in your sleep, his teeth grind together when he gets lost in his own thoughts.
“You won’t let that happen, I’ll never leave you”, he’s always stunned silent whenever you say such things. His firstborn, his wife, his other children, his family. You have so much trust in him to give him hope like that, he’d understand if you feared the relationship with him would have the same outcome but you don’t. Day-after-day building him to be better and more than he was. His large arms scoop you up and hold you close, if he didn’t fear what you’d think of him he’d let a handful of tears slip. He had never known happiness this unbridled, this pure before. It defeated him every way imaginable and he wanted more, the only thing granted to him unreservedly that he’d accept. Keeping you from the cold, saving you from the villains, letting you mould him, helping him reconcile with his remaining family..
Sunlight streamed through the open window as you hummed while stirring the steaming pot in front of you. The sound of the door opening shook you from your thoughts and you smiled.
“I missed you, baby.” You called out before turning off the stove and walking to the entryway where your husband, Enji, was putting away his coat and boots. He had a streak of soot and dirt across his face and neck. You grinned. Enji tended to wait to shower when he got home instead of his on-agency facilities. He said it was because the home shower was more private, but you knew he just liked showing you how tough he was from a hard day’s work.
“I’ll run a bath.”
“Thank you. Dinner smells amazing.” He said before he kissed your brow, careful to not cover you in the grime from the day. His eyes rested on your shapely backside in the skirt you wore as you headed upstairs to set the water for him. You were so cute, the opposite of Enji, all soft curves and plump roundness from your cheeks to your belly and hips. He often found himself with his hands somewhere on your soft body, squeezing your plush thighs, fingers grazing your soft tummy while you laid next to him in bed.
He followed you into the ensuite where you had set the large tub with water and bath salts that smelled like you. Enji pulled off his shirt, pretending to be unaware of your eyes gazing down at his muscular build appreciatively. He slid down his pants and settled into the hot water with his eyes closed.
“I can feel you watching me, Y/N.”
“Just enjoying the view, handsome.” He heard the smile in your voice and was grateful the water was hot enough to explain away his flushed face. He felt your hand run through his hair and cracked an eye open.
“Let me get this.” Your voice was soft as you grabbed a washrag and wiped away at his face and neck.
“You’ll get dirty.”
A mischievous look crossed your face.
“Well then I’ll just have to strip down as well.”
Untying your apron, you slid it over your head and removed your clothes, slow enough that Enji could admire every inch of revealed skin. Slipping into the water you straddled his lap and wiped at his brow. His breath hitched. Your breasts were soft, pressing into his chest, rivulets of water running down your cleavage and he closed his eyes, letting himself be spoiled by you. He could feel your breath on his cheek as you washed the day off of him, enveloping him in your scent. You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away, adjusting on his lap so you could wash his chest. You could feel his growing erection press into your thigh and you pretended not to notice, shifting ever so slightly. Enji gripped your hip, stilling you and you looked up at him innocently. Steel blue eyes narrowed at you and you busied yourself, running your hands down his biceps.
“Brat.” He grunted and you smirked at him, before leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. His other hand wrapped around your waist and held you to him as he deepened the kiss, tongue intertwining with yours. You could taste relief in his kiss, gratefulness to be home and be with you, the ability to finally be vulnerable and loved by his wife and you kissed him, conveying love and devotion through your lips. Your hands were pushed against his chest as he held you close and you could feel his heartbeat, a steady rhythm that put you at ease.
Shivering, you finally broke apart from him, resting your cheek against his chest. When did the water run cold? You could have been there for hours and not realized it, you were so engrossed with each other. Noticing your chill, Enji lifted you up, carrying you to the bed where he placed you down, kissing at your lips and neck, desperate to drown himself in you. Your fingers found his and you tugged him over, maneuvering so you were on his lap. He looked up at you, eyebrows raised.
“Let me take care of you, Enji.” Your whispered words gave him chills and you could feel his cock harden even more underneath you. Grinding against his shaft, he let out a groan that went straight to your cunt. His hands rested on your hips and he pushed you down, desperate to be inside of your tight heat. He could feel your arousal on him already and needed to bury himself inside you, needed to feel your warm cunt squeeze around him. Just as desperate, you positioned yourself and sank down on him, biting your lip at the stretch from his cock. You were still a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness before you rocked your hips slowly up and down on his thick member.
“Fuck– so good.” Enji groaned, eyes screwed shut as your fucked yourself on his cock. His grip tightened against your ass as he pulled you down to meet his thrusts and you cried out as his cock molded your cunt to its shape. You could feel every vein against your soft walls and as he fucked up into faster, you felt your breath catch. His cock slammed into you and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. His eyes were trained on your bouncing chest, afraid he would cum too quickly if he dared look at your face, which displayed the pure ecstasy you were feeling,
“Enji! Fuck…god, fuck. So good!” Your words were slurred as you gasped out with each thrust. His full balls smacked against your ass, as a reminder of how full you were going to be when he was done with you. The rush of your orgasm was approaching quickly and your legs tightened around him as you bounced on his cock.
Suddenly, he grabbed you, pushing you onto the bed so he was on top of you and looked into your eyes. Disoriented, you looked up at him, whimpering from your ruined orgasm.
“Enji–”
“I want to put a baby in you.”
Your eyes widened, but you didn’t have to think twice.
“Put your baby in me, Enji. Let me have your baby.”
His cock sunk into you and he held your thighs apart, pushing them down so far they were at your shoulders. He fucked into you hard, your promise to be the mother of his children giving him a newfound wind. His hair was wet with sweat and the room was loud with the sound of skin on skin and you begging for him.
Enji could feel himself so close to release. “Going to knock you up, make you have my babies.” He grunted, hands leaving bruises on your thighs as a memory of this night.
“Please Enji. Let me be the mother of your kids. Give me a baby.” Your body tightened and you felt yourself clamp down on his cock. In tandem, you both met your releases. He came with a growl and you felt white-hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you. Your cunt sucked him dry, practically spasming from the rush of your combined orgasms.
Sliding out of you, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and you nuzzled into his side, hearing his racing heartbeat. The room was quiet.
“Y/N…” Enji began, his words unsteady, a rare sight for the normally put together pro-hero.
“Enji?” You asked, sleepily.
“Do…would you…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“I meant it. I would love to have your children.” Your words were quiet but firm.
His face grew warm and you were jolted awake by him shifting. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, a smirk on his normally stoic face,
A/N: So @cozykozume wanted me to name this “Cooling Down the Fire Daddy” so there’s that. Anyways, in case you didn’t know, I LOVE Enji Todoroki….like an extraordinary amount. Which is hilarious, because I started the series hating him but I digress. So here’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and also one of the longest posts because I just…I am just so soft for this man. <3 Pip
When you stepped into the meeting that morning you weren’t sure what to expect.
“Welcome back!” Midnight’s cheery voice cut through the air, her eyes bright. You smiled at her as the rest of your colleagues responded with a variation of greetings and welcome’s. You had been on a six month long mission across the globe and arrived back yesterday. Though you were slightly jetlagged, you were ready to throw yourself back in the grind of hero work.
As you took your seat your eyes roamed to the largest figure in the room. Endeavor had stayed silent, his eyes trained on the brief documents in front of him. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he had noticed you had returned. Your heart sank slightly.
What did you expect? It had been six months, six long, confusing months since that night of booze and desire. Six months since you had felt his large hands wrapped around your body, his lips pressed against your neck hungrily as you grinded against him.
Fuck. You cut another glance at him. His eyes were narrowed as he read over the papers in front of him and his face was in it’s permanent scowl. If he noticed you at all, he was doing a good job hiding it.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Hawks swaggering in the room.
“Hey h/n! Long time, no see! How was the mission?” He called out, pulling you into a friendly hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enji shift.
“Great. Managed to bust the kingpin and shut the entire operation down. Glad to be back though”. You smiled back at the winged hero. He nodded, before taking his seat right next to the flame hero.
“Mornin’ Endeavor!” his cheery voice rang out.
Enji grumbled a greeting, his eyes not looking up
Eraserhead cleared his throat from the head of the table.
“Let’s get started.”
You couldn’t help zoning out as the dark haired hero discussed the current mission. You forced your eyes to stare at the file in front of you and not the man across from you. You were so focused, you almost didn’t hear your name.
“H/N, you will be working with Endeavor.”
Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up. You finally dared to look at Enji who’s expression hadn’t changed. As Eraser concluded the meeting, you steeled your nerves and walked to the flame hero.
“Endeavor, I-”
He cut you off.
“Train. I will not be dragged down by you because you haven’t sparred properly in six months."
Your demeanor steeled.
“I wasn’t just partying it up over there. I was working.”
If he cared, it didn’t register on his face. His turquoise eyes were fixed at the spot above you instead of meeting yours. Without another word, he turned to leave. You felt your face grow hot. Determined to not show emotion, you pursed your lips, grabbing your things to head back to your apartment.
—
“Endeavor, you lucky dog.”
Endeavor looked up from the paperwork on his desk with a bored expression.
“What are you talking about Hawks?” His voice was tinged with annoyance as he looked back down to the documents from the intel team.
“Stop pretending you aren’t thrilled to be working with H/N. She’s the BEST, and between you and me, she’s definitely one of the most beautiful heroes.” The blonde faux-whispered, tossing back his head in a chuckle. Endeavor fixed him with an aggravated stare.
“I have no desire to work with H/N. She has been on a mission for 6 months, so we are at a disadvantage anyway, since I doubt she was actually working all of that time. Especially since her behavior is comparable to yours.”
Hawks cocked a bushy brow.
“Deny it all you want, big guy. Your body language is different when you’re around her. You should ask her out. I’m sure she’d say yes. Some girls like the mean and broody type.”
Smoke emitted from the corner of Endeavor’s desk, where his hand rested. Clearing his throat, he attempted to put it out, but not before the annoying bird hero noticed.
With a smirk, Hawks headed towards the door.
“Don’t screw this up, Endeavor!”
—-
What Hawks didn’t know is Enji had already screwed this up. Before you left, six long months ago, you and Endeavor were on relatively friendly terms. Well as friendly as one can be with the hotheaded flame hero. It was you that convinced him to go out that night with the other pro-heroes. And when the night ended, he had walked you home.
Surprisingly, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.
The walk home had been quiet, though you and Enji both had a bit to drink. Emboldened by the alcohol, you finally had turned to him.
“Enji, why do you try to push us away?”
Your boldness surprised him. It wasn’t a surprise he could come off a bit stoic, at best. Yet no one, especially newer heroes, called him out on this behavior. It was just “how he was”. Before he could stop himself he blurted out,
“I don’t wish to hurt people anymore.”
His face heated up and you could see a crimson blush rising up towards his ears. In that moment, you could see a glimpse of Enji, not Endeavor.
This wasn’t to say Enji wasn’t attractive. Yet, him exposing himself, allowing vulnerability? That made your heart jump in your chest. Turning away, you thought about what he meant. You knew his family had been estranged from him, his kids not a frequent presence in his life. You had seen a few gossip magazines detailing how his kids often avoided their childhood home, and you had read about Rei’s hospitalization. You imagined how lonely he must feel, though if there was truth to any of those rumors, you could see why they would be wary.
“This is your home, yes?”
His voice broke your train of thought. You looked up and realized all too soon the two of you were outside your door. Your hand rested on the door handle and you imagined him sitting in a quiet living room, a house empty.
“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Your voice was squeaky and unsure and you were surprised when he grunted in affirmation.
Wordlessly he followed you into the apartment. Somehow, without speaking, you could both feel it. The loneliness that bonded you, the freedom of being vulnerable in the dark blanket of the night, these moments allowing you to breathe and just be without expectation and titles. Because here, you weren’t pro-heroes, you were yourselves, seeking the tiny bits of comfort the other could provide.
As you entered the apartment, the silence between you intensified. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves and as you looked up at him, you could feel the anticipation of who would break first. His hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, and soon his lips were on yours. He tasted like the scotch he had been drinking, warm and rich. His hands were hot where they met your skin, and you pressed closer in his embrace. Rough stubble scratched at your skin and you kissed him deeper, desperately wanting to let him in and lose yourself in him at the same time.
Your back pressed against the wall, and his fingers grazed the bottom of your shirt. Breathlessly you finally broke apart. Looking in each other’s eyes, you unbuttoned your shirt, fingers trembling in anticipation. He took this as his cue to pull off his own, and you admired his strong muscles, littered with scars. You could feel his eyes roam your body as you undid the last button, leaving you in a simple bra and pants. His hands, hands that could throw buildings and fight villains, were gentle against your skin, slowly running over your belly to the edge of your bra. When you didn’t protest, he tugged at the clasps, letting it fall off your shoulders to the floor.
He pressed hungry kisses to your shoulder, slowly working his way down. His touches were gentle, as if you would break if he wasn’t careful and his mind raced, wanting to explore every inch of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped at your neck. Enji’s body tensed, and his grip tightened as he kissed lower, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises.
His pants were painfully tight now, and you seemed to understand, because he could feel your small fingers working the latch on his belt, tugging his slacks down and exposing the tent in his boxers. He let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock. Enji was a lot bigger than anyone in general, though he never really thought about it until now, when your hand was struggling to wrap completely around his thick member.
Maneuvering his hands from your hips, he cupped your breasts, pressing aching kisses to them. He sucked bruises into your skin, and bit back a groan as your fingers found their way under his waistband. Enji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and you nodded to the general area of the bedroom. Nudging the door open, he gently rested you on the bed. Sliding your pants over your hips, leaving you exposed, a thin pair of black panties being the only barrier between the redhead and your sex.
His hands gripped your things, parting you open and he placed a soft kiss on your belly. He worked his way lower, hooking his fingers under your waistband and dragging the material over your curves before tossing it off the bed. Tracing over your soft mound with his finger, he pushed open the lips of your cunt. Like a man starved, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue devouring your slick.
Your hands gripped his red hair and he groaned into you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he fucked you on his tongue, before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. Eyes rolling back, your breathy moans filled the apartment. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, so close to euphoria as you grinded on his face.
“Fuck…delicious.” He growled into your cunt. His fingers gripped your thighs, almost painfully and the vibrations of his voice pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and your back arched off the soft bed as you cried out his name. He continued his assault on your cunt, slurping down your juices as your fingers tugged his locks, gasping at the overstimulation. Still, Enji continued to drown himself in you, your sweet taste like nectar of the gods. He wanted so much more of you, to stay here for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense as you came again, your body trembling from the impact.
Pulling away, he kissed your lips, the taste of you on his tongue. Your tongues entwined, as your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the muscles of his upper back flex. Too soon and yet not fast enough he broke away, positioning himself between your legs, his massive frame towering over you. His hands rested on the bed on opposite sides of your face as he looked down at your body. Your lips were puffy from his kiss, parted slightly. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded and hungry for more. You met his gaze and inhaled, giving him the slightest nod. He lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing the head in. You gasped at the stretch, and after a moment rocked your hips, spurring him to continue. Easing his cock in, he gritted his teeth at how tight your cunt wrapped around him. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled himself out of you, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you.
Gripping your hips, he bounced you on his cock easily. Moans fell from your mouth, stuttering each time he bottomed out in you. One hand left your hip and gripped the headboard as his heavy balls smacked against your ass. Enji groaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. The headboard creaked under his force as he pounded into you, your moans of his name spurring him on, making him want to give you all of him. Your small hand ran over his chest, the dark hair soft under your fingers as you dug your nails in his skin. You felt overwhelmingly full, his thick cock filling every crevice inside you.
Enji’s fiery eyes roamed your body, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. He could practically see the bulge in your belly from his cock and as lewd as the scene was, there was something so beautiful about you in the throes of passion. His name dripped from your lips like a mantra and he could feel the desire, the want that you carried, begging him to give you everything he had. Your fingers danced across his muscles, a touch so intimate. A touch he hadn’t felt in years.
With a crack, the wooden headboard began to splinter as Enji unloaded into you with a shout. Your body felt heavy as he shot white ropes of cum deep inside you, some spilling out around his cock and onto your sheets. With a final groan, he stilled, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you and collapsing next to you on the bed.
It was silent, except for the sounds of both of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in tandem. Enji could hear his heart thumping wildly and he turned to look at you. Your eyes were closed, breathing labored but slow and you sleepily turned towards him, laying your head on his massive bicep.
The next morning, he was gone. The only evidence that the night had even happened was the crack that ran across your headboard and the glass of water on your night stand. Enji avoided you during hero meetings, always somehow on a busy patrol when you called, his assistant taking your message, yet again until you gave up trying.
When the months-long mission was offered to you, you accepted it without hesitation. Enji didn’t attempt to say goodbye.
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Now, Enji was torn.
There was no getting out of this. He thought about reaching out to Eraserhead to ask about working alone, though he knew the sleepy hero would ask questions he didn’t want to get into. Enji furrowed his brow as he swung again at the punching bag in front of him, taken to training in his private outdoor home gym rather than the regular hero gyms to avoid you, though you hadn’t made any more attempts to speak to him.
He jabbed at the bag. This was ridiculous. He was a pro-hero. Allowing this to interfere with his work made him weak, and Endeavor was not weak.
He wasn’t weak.
Enji threw a few more punches, shaking the sweat off as he reached for the bottle of water behind him.
“Enji.”
He stiffened.
“Enji Todoroki, I don’t know why you are ignoring me or what I did to you, but we need to talk about what happened.” Your voice was clear, stronger than it was the day of the meeting.
He took a swig from his water bottle, biding his time. Finally turning around, he faced you. You were in a simple t-shirt and track pants, probably coming from a workout yourself. Your eyes were ablaze, demanding to get answers. Enji felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he compared the image of you now, to the image of you from that night.
“I have nothing to say. We will work on this mission, and be civil to each other. That’s all.” Enji attempted to push past you and you turned on your heel.
“You know what? Fine. You want to pretend you didn’t feel anything that night? That meant nothing to you whatsoever? Was it just to hook up, get your dick wet and leave? Because you didn’t need me for that.” Your tone was angry but Enji could hear the hurt in your statements. Facing you, he glared down.
“What do you want from me? To be your boyfriend? I’m not that man. Try Hawks, he’s into that sort of nonsense. I don’t need or want this trouble in my life anymore.” Enji’s voice was hard, the tone he used for villains or the press. You searched his face, seeking the man from that night. Enji, not Endeavor.
You thought over his words. “Enji…what are you so afraid of?”
The tone of your voice shifted. Softer, easier. He remembered how he felt when you begged for him, when you showed your desire for him through each touch and kiss. He finally looked into your eyes, eyes so full of earnest curiosity. Why couldn’t you just make this easy? He swallowed hard.
Fat droplets of water splashed onto his arms, and no sooner did he notice that the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring over the two of you. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tugging you to the house. Even though it wasn’t a far journey, you were both soaked, and he could see you shivering. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he wrapped it around your shoulders. You murmured a thanks, standing awkwardly in his doorway.
He reached for your hand, leading you to the laundry room. Your hands were small in his and he tried to not focus on his heartbeat that pounded in his ears.
“Wait here.” He grunted, leaving to grab clothes for both of you. He grabbed one of his, then thought better and dug around for anything Fuyumi or Rei may have left. No luck. He sighed, returning to the room where you were sitting on top of the washer.
Thrusting the clothes into your hands, he left to give you some privacy to change as he pulled on his clothes. A few minutes later he heard you giggling. You stepped out, drowning in his way too big shirt. The shirt extended nearly to your knees. The sweatpants he gave you were sliding off your hips and he glimpsed your thighs as you attempted to pull them up. Shrugging, you let them fall to the floor, your legs exposed.
“Sorry, but I don’t think they will stay on. Luckily, your shirt hides everything important.” You said, looking down. Enji mentally disagreed, since any inch of skin he could see would be burned into his brain forever.
Tossing both your clothes into the washer, he set the timer and then it was silent. You spoke first.
“I thought I did something wrong.”
Enji turned to you, Your gaze was fixed on the washing machine, though your eyes looked distant. You continued.
“I thought maybe you thought it was a drunken mistake.”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
You turned. Enji’s cerulean eyes were downcast at the laminate flooring. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.
“I’m not good at this. I’m not stupid, I know the rumors about my family that people say. They aren’t all lies. I did fuck it up. I did a lot of bad, terrible things and pushed them away. Rei, and the kids…they didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused them.”
His shoulders sagged, the weight of his past overtaking him. “I did, I do love them. But I understand why they had to leave.” He sat on the small couch in the corner.
Enji felt your hand cover his, your thumb rubbing circles over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
“Enji…doing shitty things doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can’t punish yourself forever.” Your voice was soft, soothing. Enji finally met your eyes.
“I’ve already fucked that up. I fucked this up. I don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. It’s easier this way.”
You wrapped your arms around him. The two of you made quite a sight, the smaller figure cradling the large man. You stood in front of him and he let himself relax into you, his head resting on your chest. He could smell your scent, warm and comforting, even under his shirt. Your fingers grazed his hair, holding him to you. Enji thought of the nights where he lay in bed, allowing himself to imagine your body next to him.
He was tired of being strong.
“Enji…I can’t say everything will be perfect. But punishing yourself before it starts isn’t going to do anything but cause more pain.”
He could feel your heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matched his breathing. He was aware of his hands around your body, your soft strokes in his hair. He thought about how it would feel to have your touches, hold you in his arms every day, every night.
Enji allowed himself to fall.
He raised his head, his lips meeting yours. With each kiss he silently told you his hopes, his fears, and his apologies. In turn, you gave him comfort and acceptance. He pulled you onto his lap, so you were straddling him, kissing you hard to make up for the months of missed opportunities.
You kissed for what felt like forever, never wanting to stop. His hands slid down your back and across your thighs, going under your shirt.
“You look so good in this. Wanna see this more often.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You giggled and he had the desire to hear all of your beautiful sounds. In time, he reminded himself.
“Enji, are you flirting with me?” You teased and he pulled you close in another kiss. His hands wandered across your soft skin and he could feel the hardened peaks of your nipples through the thin cotton of the shirt. He kissed down your jaw, and your fingers grasped at his hair, causing him to groan into your neck.
“You tease me so much, Y/N.” He growled out as you grinded on his lap. You could feel his cock stir through his joggers, and you felt yourself growing wetter on his lap. He pulled your shirt up to your waist, exposing your thin panties to him. He could feel your arousal through the fabric and ran his thumb down the dark spot over your cunt. You let out a soft whimper and his eyes blazed with hunger.
Pulling your shirt above your tits, he took one in his mouth, sucking harshly. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, causing your back to arch. He switched sides, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your hips rocked against his bulge, more prominent now and he pulled away from your chest.
“I want you Enji.” Your voice was soft and seductive, and Enji felt your words go straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you to his room. The lights were dim and you didn’t have time to look around before he dropped you on the bed, pushing your legs apart and lapping at your cunt through your drenched panties.
“Already so excited, sweet girl. Taste so good for me.” Enji murmured into your pussy, pressing kisses and bites to your thighs. You whined, attempting to push down your panties and he laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest.
“So eager, aren’t you?”
You pouted at him. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.”
Enji was grateful for the dark room hiding the blush that spread across his face. He busied himself by dragging your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking the time to admire your legs, his fingers skimming the skin causing shivers to go down your spine. Enji turned to take in the scene. Your body, draped across the sheets, mouth parted, eyes full of want staring up at him, silently begging for him. He had pictured this many times, many sleepless nights, but the reality was so much better.
“So beautiful.” HIs voice was quiet, and his heart thumped wildly. He was nervous, even though he had already been with you once before. This time felt so raw, so much more real. He wanted to be with you in every way he could, in any way you would let him and he could tell you wanted the same.
As he pulled off his shirt, your hands slid into the waistband of his pants, grazing over the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned as your fingers slid over the sensitive head, smearing precum down the shaft. You pushed down the rest of his clothes and he kneeled between your legs. Both of you were quiet, and you could feel the excitement in the air of doing this, being with each other completely. It was vulnerable, it was scary, but he trusted you to be there when he fell. And in turn, you trusted him to be yours.
Pushing into you, your breath hitched. He felt your body clamp down on him, and he slowed, easing his way in. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps and you gasped as he bottomed out in you.
Pressing his forehead to yours, he searched your eyes for discomfort. Instead you gazed at him with complete adoration, bright eyes completely infatuated.
“You’re perfect, Enji.” Your voice was quiet and breathy, but clear. In response he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, trying to explain every emotion he felt, words he couldn’t say just yet. As you kissed, he rocked into you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your soft moans were swallowed by his kisses, and the stinging marks left on his arms only drove him crazier. He fucked into you faster, feeling your tight cunt squeezing around him, wanting so badly to stay inside you forever.
Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and the room was filled with your sweet sounds, interspersed with his praises.
“Taking me so well. Such a good girl. Fuck, so beautiful.” Enji gasped out, his high imminent. Each thrust had you seeing stars and you felt like your body was floating. Moving his hands from the sheets, he slid over your clit, teasing your body. You clenched around him.
“Fuck, right there,don’t stop!” You gasped out, grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching off to meet his thrusts. Enji complied, his rhythm speeding up as he toyed with your clit and you cried out, your body squeezing his cock like a vice. You gushed around his cock, and he fucked into you faster, feeling his body heat up. With a groan he slammed into you, holding you down as he spilled into you. His hips stuttered as he filled you with every drop, and soon the room was filled with panting as both of you struggled to catch your breath.
Easing out of you, he grabbed a towel, cleaning you up before collapsing next to you. You were both quiet and you were reminded of the time before. Nervous, you turned to him and made eye contact.
“Are you staying this time?” Your voice was small and Enji saw your fingers threading the sheets, nervously.
“It’s my house.” He responded seriously. Caught off guard, you burst into laughter. He watched you amused. You looked gorgeous and he would never get used to the sound of your laughter filling the house that had been quiet for too long.
Catching your breath, you turned back to him.
“What I mean is…do you want to do this? Together?”
Enji looked at the bed that was no longer empty, felt the life and warmth that filled the house, exuding from you just being there and entwined his hand with yours.
Warnings: 18+! Sex Pollen, Cheating, Breeding, Public Sex
Here’s my first and only Enji fic. Enjoy!
You’re on patrol when you hear it: panting, grunting, cursing. It’s a man— that’s for sure— and it immediately puts you on guard, fists up, ready to activate your quirk if need be.
prince! enji todoroki x poc friendly! fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kiddos
content warning: alcohol mentioned but no one is drunk, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, fellatio (f! receiving), afab! reader, man-handling, bruising and marks, choking, fingering, mating press, different positions are mentioned, fellatio (f! receiving), overstimulation, manhandling, prey/predator dynamic, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multi-gasms, poor reader gets stuffed repeatedly, pregnancy mention (as expected), this has not been beta-read, there’s other things in here that i am too lazy to tag but nothing too horrible
word count: 8.2k
author’s note: welcome to another chapter! this boy’s long overdue so i hope you enjoy it! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated especially if you want to keep reading more! thanks! btw the taglist is still open!
HER day couldn’t get any better than this, it beat having to spend some time back at her kingdom doing little to nothing aside from attending a few meetings here and there, and it certainly beats having to stay in that stuffy dining room with Enji and his mother for the entirety of breakfast. Y/N had decided to sit with the children for the time being for the duration of the meal, even going as far as to try some of the sludge that had been prepared for their nourishment (which she quickly regretted upon getting a taste of it). Well, that was one thing to put on her list for things to change once she got married to the prince.
As you sat at the table with the children, you looked around at all of them in curiosity, listening to them chat about random things as kids do. Minji had disappeared to do her work while you decided to stay there in the servant’s quarters. Dabi and Keigo happened to be the oldest of the bunch so they had been given the task of watching the younger kids but now that you were here you were giving them a little break and allowed them to chat with each other.
You observed the conversation between the bubbly blonde and the redhead, chuckling softly to yourself as you noticed how quick Dabi was to blush whenever Keigo would say something cutesy to him. How could a four-year-old be so flirtatious? It made you laugh just thinking about it.
Time seemed to fly by as you sat there, getting acquainted with all of the children as if they were your own, you even asked their opinion about whatever they wanted to talk about, enjoying yourself as they rambled on and on about things that intrigued them. But, as usual, all good things must come to an end and soon you were back on the road in the horse-drawn carriage back to the castle. Before you had made your departure it was decided that Enji and his mother would come soon to further discuss the marriage proposal in about a week, giving you plenty of time to prepare yourself for what was to come in the future. Though your parents seemed a little wary about the idea of you getting married to him, you assured them that there was nothing to worry about, at least you hoped there would be nothing to worry about. Even with you being so adamant about your marriage to the prince of Ignis, your parents still had their reservations about it, rightfully so considering you were their only daughter and their firstborn.
That day soon came when Enji had arrived, his mother had decided to stay behind, or more like Enji had told her to stay behind considering how much of a bitch she was the last time when the two families had had a sit-down.
When he arrived, he was greeted by some of the guards who then escorted him to the meeting room where everything was going to be held. The differences in sizes of their kingdoms were apparent, a mental note he stored away as he considered the advancements of both his kingdom and Tenebris. Surely, there was much more than meets the eye, Tenebris had managed to hold a near fearsome amount of power for such a long time so he could only assume that it wasn’t weak which was always an advantage in his books. And even if it were weak his abilities and the combination of their kingdoms would only make it stronger.
He was never the kind of man to be late, to take the scenic route home or to—god forbid—go out for drinks with his colleagues. And in some ways, you almost appreciated that about him, how you always knew what to expect. But that also meant that at times like this, when you could feel him getting closer while for your part you were rushing to meet his expectations, you definitely wished that just for once he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to get home to you. You hardly even had time for such wishful thinking though, not when you were so frantically busy tearing through the kitchen.
Each night when he came home from hero work, Enji expected nothing less than a warm and delicious homecooked meal to be waiting for him. And that was usually stressful enough for you, having to force yourself to eat a few bites while you anxiously awaited his verdict. But today that stress had positively transcended its usual plane of existence, conjuring images of what Enji’s reaction might be if he came home to find you not ready to properly celebrate his return. At this point, you knew very well that he would not accept that you had simply lost track of time today. To him, there would be no excuse good enough to justify ruining his vision of you as his dutiful little spouse. The only question then was what he would do if you failed to live up to his fantasy’s standards.
Would he simply yell while waiting for you to finish? Maybe you’d be that lucky, you thought, if he had a reallygood day at work. Or maybe he would go with the oh-so-fitting classic of sending you to bed without supper. Of course, there was always the possibility of being forced to stay in the basement for a few days or even getting a fresh new burn to decorate your body. The thought of that had the spoon you were stirring with shaking in your hand. But, you reminded yourself, Enji wouldn’t need to do any of those things if you just got dinner done in time. You would just need to work a little harder, a little faster, and then you would have nothing to worry about. And then you would get to hear Enji say thank you, maybe with just a quiet grunt or, if you were lucky, with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Either way, you would be glad for it.
With that extra motivation pushing you forward at an even greater speed, it wasn’t too long until you had the pot simmering lightly to keep everything nice and warm while you waited for the telltale sounds of Enji’s footsteps trudging up to the front door. Needing to make sure that the table was set perfectly before he arrived, you took out the red tablecloth, the one that you knew reminded him of his own flames, making sure that it was draped evenly across the table. After setting down the plates and silverware though, you just couldn’t help feel that something was missing. It had all of the requirements that Enji was set upon, and yet there was an almost queasy feeling resting in the pit of your stomach.
“It’s just not good enough,” you mumbled to yourself in contemplation.
Wait,murmured a small voice from inside your head, since when do I care about doing more than the bare minimum for him? Since when do I care about making things good enough for him?
Those questions making their way past yourharried haze,you faltered slightly, frowning as you tried to find the answer. The more that you thought about it though, the less that you wanted to think about it. So when that last-needed addition to your table setting came to you in a sudden fit of inspiration, you were more than happy to let that distraction wipe away whatever it was you had even been thinking about.
Instead, you grabbed a candle from the cupboard, placing it right in the center of the table and lighting it, happily watching the flame flicker so peacefully. Finally, everything was perfect. And just in time too, if the sound keys in the door was anything to go by. Quickly tearing off your apron and throwing it onto the kitchen counter, you ran to the front door, waiting patiently as Enji threw the door open.
“Hi,” you said quietly. “How was your day?”
“Eh,” he grunted, making his way inside. Eyes narrowed, Enji took in the scene before him, from the fragrant kitchen to the intimate table setting. His expression softening ever-so-slightly, he gave the very smallest of nods.
“Something smells good.”
Perhaps noticing how much your smile grew at his approval, Enji must have decided to reward you for doing such a wonderful job today as his little stay-at-home sweetheart. Enveloping your body in his, he brushed his lips against your forehead in a rare tender display of affection. And that was the only thanks you needed.
Tw:fem!reader, manipulation, dubcon, exhibitionism, mentions of positions & kinks…
Rei managing to find your contact number through an escort service and hiring you specifically for a monumental task she believes only you can preform…
The first and foremost. Meeting Enji, the Number One hero Endeavor, at a hotel room in the middle of the night. The flames that normally brightly burn across his face and shoulders are extinguished, vulnerable and waiting patiently with a bounce to his step. He only accepted because Rei hired you and gave you a glowing recommendation. He’s quick to act. Stripping you of your clothes and tossing you onto the bed, the prepping is done quickly and within minutes he’s folding you into a mating press…
The second is a mess. The villain Dabi yet recently uncovered as the supposed dead eldest child: Touya Todoroki can’t have his father having all the glory, or you attention. Covering your mouth and pulling you into a dark alley as you walk past from leaving Enji’s agency for a social call. Pressing you against the nearest wall and burning off your panties till nothing but clumps of ash remain on the dirty ground. His charred skin is hot and rough, the smoke rising from his body clouding your vision and choking down any calls for help, staples snag on your clothes, and hands burn his handprints into your skin to stake his claim on you. He’s rough but addicting…
The third is Natsuo, the sweetest you’ve encountered so far. Meeting him on accident after a trip to the hospital for the seconds searing, blistering burns. The application of the aloe on your thighs and hips leading to a connection. Doing it right on the hospital bed and then again after a dinner date, once more after a drive-in movie date, with more and more incidents. How could you say no? He’s so sweet and he’d be so lonely without you, he comes to you after a hard day’s work at the hospital dealing with patients, don’t you know how happy he feels cuddling with you?
And finally but certainly not least, the youngest, the rising pro hero: Shoto. Barely in his twenties with so much attention from fans throwing themselves at him but his mother still insists she set up a date. Meeting him at a secluded park for a nice picnic but only for the wine to be forgotten, the food eaten over by ants as he pounds into you under the shade of a tree. The thrill of getting caught by the paparazzi that follow him around like flies making tasting you all the sweeter. You wouldn’t mind getting photographed with his cock stuffed down your throat or up your right cunt with drool slipping from your lips and eyes crossed? He’s a hero after all, he needs a reason to be plastered on every front page for a month…
