Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only
Word Count: 6.6k
Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general.
A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk and @titan-fodder for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️
Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.
Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.
So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.
“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.
“Morning.”
He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.
Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.
The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.
An itch crawls in your throat to make small talk, to fill the silent, awkward void as the elevator doors close and the cables hoist the metal box upwards. But you keep quiet, even if it is a long ride to floor thirty-six.
Lights on the floor numbers flicker, passing the lower levels, only to stop on the main lobby.
You exhale heavily as another sidekick enters the space, this guy bigger than most, making you step back a bit closer to the number one hero.
More people continue to filter in, worker bees about to go to their respective places in the corporate hive.
One after the other, feet shuffle, each new body making you edge closer and closer to the behemoth in the corner. Some have the guts to acknowledge Endeavor, others have wide eyes and try to cram themselves as far away from him as possible.
Endeavor is still hot—literally—without his flames, the heat of his body making the elevator car feel like a sweltering humid day. Like the sun, torrid waves pour from his core, making sweat form at the base of your neck.
The elevator doors finally close, only for them to re-open just one floor up.
Someone leaves, but three more enter. Everyone has to displace like water, make room for the other employees.
You take your final step back before your heeled shoe catches the toe of Endeavor’s boot.
“Sorry,” you mumble, placing your hand on the wall next to him to steady yourself.
The Flame Hero only huffs, casting you a glance before returning his gaze that rests over every head.
“Geez, busy morning, yeah?” Someone breaks the ice, someone nods in return.
“Elevators, huh? They really have their ups and downs.”
You can feel Endeavor groan in annoyance behind you, his broad form just a hair’s width away from you. Your legs are stiff in your heels, back straight as you try to be mindful not to touch or bump him. It’s not that you’re afraid of him, you just dare not be inappropriate with your boss—with the number one hero.
But your efforts to keep a suitable distance between you and your colossal employer fail when, by floor ten, you’re pushed back against him when another influx of people rush the elevator.
“I’m so sorry,” you look up at him as you apologize, craning your neck back against his chest.
“It’s alright.”
When the elevator jolts back to life, surging upward, your balance betrays you. Endeavor catches your hip before you lose yourself to gravity, a large hand keeping you upright.
The touch should be brief—that’s what you expect. Instead, his huge, hot fingers stay put, lingering. His thumb feels like it’s scorching your body at the seam of where your blouse is tucked into your skirt.
Your hair stands on end and you become acutely aware of just how much of you is touching him.
Your back is flush against his chest, his brawny thighs—spread wide—are on either side of your own, which are pressed together with nervousness. The top of your head bumps back against the collar of his shirt, the buttons down his robust chest are scraping against the thin fabric that covers your skin. His strong arm at your side keeps you from bumping into the elevator wall.
The two of you are rocking with the shifting and lifting of the elevator, shoulders bumping into the people next to you; the tall side-kick in front of you is nearly touching your nose with his back.
The elevator car creaks, the cables struggling.
“There’s a weight limit to these things, isn’t there?” A woman whispers near the front.
“Says here 1,500 pounds.” A little guy near the front reads the plaque above the floor buttons.
You can’t see beyond about three people around you, the height of the sidekicks blocking most everyone’s view. But if you had to guess, there’s about twelve people on the elevator, and at least four of the bigger heroes are well over two hundred pounds, Endeavor included.
“I think we’re over capacity, but we should be okay.” A different voice, one that makes people sigh with relief.
When the metal doors glide open on floor twenty, revealing two faces ready to enter the car, it’s Endeavor who speaks up.
“Elevator’s full. Catch the next one.”
No one would dare tell him no.
The rumble of his voice travels down your spine, makes your toes curl in your shoes that are starting to feel too-tight. Your ass is promptly placed at his crotch, the realization of which makes you flush.
Five floors whisk by, the next lit up button about to be reached, only for the elevator to shriek and rumble.
“Oh shit!” Someone yells as the world shifts, as the lights flash and the metal box shakes.
Endeavor instinctively wraps his arm around your middle, his free hand flying forward to stop the sidekick in front of you from crushing you between two muscular bodies.
A few of the ladies scream, a few of the men, too, a high pitched conglomeration of curse words and panic.
“Oh god we’re gonna fall!”
“From how high? What floor are we on?!”
“Fucking hell, we’re gonna die!”
“Endeavor save us!”
The electricity crackles before the lights go out, a faint flicker of hope before casting every face into darkness.
“It’s alright, everyone,” Endeavor sighs as he speaks, his hand rubbing against your side like he’s trying to soothe you, too, “we’re going to be fine. Just no one make any sudden movements.”
“Are we going to fall? Can you save us?!”
“Easy,” he tuts at the voice in the dark, “just stay calm. The elevator has shut down purposely in order to prevent it from crashing. If it was going to fall, it would have already. This is a built-in safety measure.”
“What do we do?” One of the sidekicks asks, eager to save the day.
“We wait.” Endeavor answers, finally pulling his hand off the back of his other sidekick, but not removing himself from you.
“Wait for what?!”
You sigh, resolving to let your weight fall back against your boss, tired of trying to keep yourself from being improper in this situation.
“Be quiet.”
A blue light comes to life near your side after Endeavor fishes his phone from his pocket. He dials a number quickly, pressing the speaker function since he can’t pull his phone to his ear due to the bodies cramped next to him.
“Hello, this is Ellie Vader, how can I help you?” A female voice chirps from the speakers.
“Ellie, it’s Endeavor. The elevator has shut down at my office, me and…” he pauses, ready to take a head count but unable to see in the dark, “quite a few people are stuck.”
“The Elevator Hero is at your service! Make sure no one moves suddenly—no jumping, no banging on the walls—I can be there in about fifteen minutes!”
“Thanks.”
And then the light is gone and people are exhaling in relief.
“There’s an elevator hero?” You mumble up to Endeavor, smiling even if he can’t see it.
“You’d be surprised how many elevators get stuck a day in this city. We’ll be fine.”
The blackout urges people to be quiet. It’s pitch dark, the absence of light making some go still, while others try to feel their surroundings, causing a ripple of “ouch,” “back off,” “don’t touch me,” “that’s my fucking toe.”
Soon, though, a few people are able to maneuver their phones into their hands, and dull screens make the packed space feel less intimidating. Two co-workers even start up a hushed conversation at the front, talking about the department meeting they dread today. Another pair strikes up a forced chat about weekend plans. They’re human, after all, awkward and trying to fill the silence.
Feet aching from heels you did not plan to be planted on metal floor for so long, you shift your weight between your knees, inadvertently rubbing yourself against your boss’s crotch.
“You alright?” Endeavor turns his face down to whisper to you, lips brushing against your ear.
“Mhm, yeah, my feet just hurt a bit.”
“I’m sure they do, given those ridiculous heels you wear every day.”
There’s a playfulness to his tone that you’ve heard from time-to-time. Though now, in such close proximity, it makes you warm, makes your palms sweat.
You murmur without thinking, “Yeah, but they make my legs look good.”
Regretting the words immediately, you press your lips together, ready to bang your head into the guy’s back in front of you.
Endeavor doesn’t respond right away, only chuckles, the arm around your middle retreating. He slides his big hand across your belly, slowly, like he wants you to feel it. Then his fingers are back to your hip, but moving down, down, down until his absurdly large fingertips are trailing the hem of your skirt.
“Indeed they do.” Endeavor speaks more softly than you’ve ever heard him before, just a breath of words for you to hear.
But anyone could hear him if they were paying attention. If anyone were to crane their neck and look back, they’d see the outline of number one hero creeping his fingers up his assistant’s skirt in the dark.
Hot can no longer describe how you feel pressed against him. The temperature goes beyond that—boiling, like he’s on fire and engulfing you even though his quirk is being suppressed. You’re flying far too close to the sun, being sucked into his orbit.
Your fingers clasp in front of you for sanity, knuckles squeezing tightly as you hold your breath.
You’d be a liar if you said you’d never thought about fucking Endeavor.
It’s hard not to think about sex when you look at him. He ticks every primitive mating box: incredibly tall, handsome, the strongest of any pack he’s in. Everywhere he goes, he brings an air of authority with him. Making people cower is almost part of his charm.
Endeavor clears his throat and it makes you jump, the deep sound vibrating against your back. Two fingers come to a halt on the back of your thigh, just a few inches higher than your hem, just a few inches away from touching your backside.
“Are you alright with the work you’ve been given today?” He asks quietly, pointedly to you.
It’s code. You pick up on it right away, as it’s Monday and you’re lucky enough to not have any assignments yet. He’s asking if you’re alright with him touching you.
“Yes, sir—” you lick your lips as you think about what to say in response, “I think it’s going to be a very pleasurable day.”
Someone in front of you snorts, muttering a “yeah, after we get off this goddamn elevator, maybe.”
But the fingers that continue their voyage up your thigh tell you that this elevator calamity is about to be the highlight of your morning.
Endeavor shifts you both, pressing his shoulders back farther against the back wall, giving himself more space to get his huge hand farther up your skirt.
His other hand is quick to act as well. He grasps your ribcage, making you suck in a breath, fingers splayed wide so he can brush the underside of your breast without detection. Your bra stands in the way, an unfortunate barrier, but still your tit jiggles in the cup just enough to send heat straight to your cunt.
The elevator creaks and groans, like a ship baying in the ocean. A few shocked gasps echo around the space, which is the perfect cover for the sound you can’t help but make as your boss’s fingers settle between your legs.
Endeavor spreads the fat of your pressed-too-tightly thighs easily, two thick fingers rubbing against your panties.
A strained sound comes from his throat, like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. His middle finger strokes further between your thighs, pushing against your clit. You see stars for a moment in the dark, pleasure searing down into the pits of your stomach.
You’re both damp. Him from the heat of the elevator, mostly caused by him, anyways, his white shirt clinging to his plush chest. You’re wet between your legs, his touch immediately making your slick pool against cotton.
His fingers are languid but strong, repeating the action of sliding between your covered folds and toying with your clit until your thighs are clenching around his wrist, knees knocking together and shaking.
“Good,” is all he breathes down the back of your neck, concise praise that makes you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid whimpering.
Your head falls back to his chest, breasts heaving as you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself. From the light of a phone screen in the corner, you can barely make out Endeavor’s features. Sharp jaw turned down toward you, thick neck with a pulse thumping as hard as your own. You can barely make out the jagged lines of his facial scar, a firm reminder of whose hands you’re in.
Desperately you want to tilt your head back just a bit more, offer your lips for him to kiss. But you can still hear people all around you, even if you can’t really see them. Coughs and shuffling, mutterings and someone on the phone up front toward the doors swearing that he’s not late, just stuck in an elevator with Endeavor.
It’s hard to grasp the concept that Endeavor is touching you, that he wants to touch you, and made the move himself to shove his fingers against your pussy. You’re just a pretty girl with a simple quirk and a talent for organizing his schedule.
Endeavor manages to pull his burly arm up a bit more on your side, weighty palm curving over your breast until his thumb and index fingers rest at the base of your throat. A contingency plan, you realize, for him to take quick action should you get too noisy.
Long fingers are deft, swift and pushy, pulling your panties to the side so he can really touch you, smear feverish fingertips through your wetness. You bump your head back against his chest in near defeat, eyes screwing shut as you focus on not verbally responding to the gratification of skin upon skin.
He’s good at what he’s doing, too good, playing you like the devil plays his fiddle as his index finger slips into your tight hole and his middle rolls against your clit.
You nearly lose your footing, having to plant one foot back between his stance in order to stay standing. You’re more open for him now, his thumb pushing at the fat of your ass and spreading you. Your cunt sucks in his finger willingly, wet and squishing, making you flush with embarrassment.
But no one seems to notice, there’s no sound of shock, no shadowy figures turning in the dark.
In a fucked up way, it feels like just you and him, a moth sucked into a dangerous flame.
“More?” Barely a whisper into the top of your head, breath hot and lost in your hair.
“Yes,” you sob quickly.
He moves the hand at your neck higher, squeezing just enough to feel blood pumping in your carotid arteries, to keep you quiet.
More than anything, you want to feel full, and he heeds your silent prayer. Endeavor stuffs two fingers into you, middle finger abandoning your clit in favor of curling against your walls. He pumps into you roughly, purposely, each thrust making your stomach tighten. He wants to drive you off the orgasmic cliff, force you to cum in his hand.
And you’re getting close, far more quickly than you’re proud of. His fingers are skilled, cruel, finding that perfect spot inside you that makes you want to scream. But you can’t. You swallow it down, grit your jaw until you hurt. His thumb and ring fingers are mean against your ass cheeks, packed against soft flesh as he coaxes more slick sounds from between your legs.
Endeavor squeezes your throat, once, twice, like he’s urging you, commanding you. Do it, do it.
Delectable jolts race across your nerves, blending together at the apex of your thighs, deep in your belly. His fingers press in deeper, harder, velvety walls rich around him. You can feel every knuckle, feel how he spreads you, vicious and eager, like he doesn’t care that you’re practically dripping into the floor.
Your lashes are fluttering as you fully put your weight back against his chest, content to just feel him. His breaths are steady, calming, like he isn’t pounding his fingers into your cunt. His fingers are thick, insanely so, which only makes you hold in a whisper at how fat his cock must be.
Each press of his fingers makes you jump, makes your stomach tighten like some molten core is forming with every thrust. It all feels too good, like a hot, humid heaven where you’re being stuffed and satiated.
Your hips buck back against him, heels scraping the floor, his hard cock pressing right against the groove of your ass.
Feeling him behind you, Endeavor, number one hero, massive body, forearms straining against you, his cock aching for you, that’s what pushes you over the edge.
Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. One of your hands flies to the hero’s wrist around your neck for stability.
You absolutely shatter, thighs quivering, cunt cinching, orgasm flooding all your senses like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. Blood rushes to your ears, fills your cheeks, rushes south as you gush. You’re blissfully trapped, waves hitting you from every angle, knocking the breath out of you as you cream all over your boss’s hand.
“Fuck,” you have to say something, have to curse into the silence before you scream and explode.
“Good girl.”
He doesn’t remove his fingers right away. He lingers, pressing his cock against your ass, moving his hand down to tug at your waist and get you to rock back against him. He delights in the friction of you against his slacks, practically purring behind you.
“Hey, what’s that sound?” Someone comments. Immediately you blanch, worried you’ve been caught.
But you hear it too, the cables tugging again, the machine of the elevator humming back to life.
“Oh my god we’re saved!”
“I thought I was going to die!”
It’s a chorus of happiness, one that easily drowns out the slippery sounds of Endeavor finally leaving the sanctuary of your cunt. You squeak at the loss of contact, feeling so very empty as he pushes your skirt down, wipes the mess of his fingers on his pants.
Still, the gigantic man doesn’t quite let you go. He keeps his hands on your hips, keeping you planted right in front of him. To hide the tent in his pants, you assume.
“Hi there!”
The elevator doors finally open on floor twenty-seven to Ellie Vader, smiling with a giant wrench thrown over her shoulder.
“Oh thank god!” One of the elevator passengers flings himself at her, wrapping her in a hug as he dramatically brings himself to tears.
“Goodness, it’s hot in there! Everyone out, elevator is fixed, but we can’t have this many people traveling anymore!”
Eager bodies shuffle out, shoulders bumping, quickly cursing before apologizing.
But Endeavor keeps his hands on you, firm, steady, telling you that you are not to follow suit.
“Thank you, Ellie,” Endeavor’s voice is a bit hoarse, but he gives her a forced smile from the back of the car.
“Any time, pal! It was probably you who weighed down the damn thing, anyways. Now off you go!”
The beaming hero smacks the up button on the outer wall, closing the doors and sending you back on the track to the top floor.
You don’t have time to process fully being alone with Endeavor.
Easily, far too easily, he pushes you against the elevator wall, hands on either side of your head as he cages you in.
Blue eyes spark with flames, low rumbling ones, flicking just hot enough to kiss your skin.
“Cancel everything on my schedule today.”
“B-but sir, you have—”
“I. Don’t. Care. Clear it, or better yet, message one of the other assistants to do so. You’ll be occupied the rest of the day.”
He takes your jaw into his hand as you nod in affirmation. You can still smell yourself on his fingers. Your cheeks squish underneath the might of his grip, and he watches you curiously, quietly, like a lion playing with a fresh catch.
The elevator chimes before he can kiss you.
“Follow me to my office.”
He turns on his heels, marching in a beeline out of the lift and straight to the large double doors of his office. You follow a few beats later, hands quick to find your phone and send out an emergency email to the rest of the support staff to wipe the boss’s calendar clean.
You’re a bit wobbly as you exit the elevator, panties still pushed to the side, but swiftly find your footing. You take long, brisk strides to the looming promise of Endeavor’s office.
Once you enter, he commands you to lock the door, which is not unusual given how he hates to be disturbed while he’s working.
“On the desk,” he has yet to sit down, too busy peeling off his dampened shirt and running a hand through red hair.
His office has always been intimidating. Far too large and nearly empty save his desk and a few couches, the floor to ceiling windows making it feel even more expansive as it overlooks the Musutafu skyline. You feel small against the oak wood of his desk, like a doll placed for decoration as you cross your legs nervously, like he hadn’t just had his hand between your thighs, in your cunt.
“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” His words make you prickle with delight as his belt clinks, the leather being slid from his pants without a second thought.
“Thank you.” It’s all you know to say.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” He cages you in again, big palms flat against his desk as he leans down to brush his nose against your throat. “Thought about fucking you since I hired you.”
You’re overwhelmed by him, by his size, by his cologne, his proximity. He’s all encompassing so up close and personal. Your eyes are glued to his musculature, transfixed by the way his shoulders roll, how plush his pectorals are. He could easily crush you with his might, yet his hands are quick and soft as they push and pull at the buttons of your blouse.
“Kiss me.” You demand of him, your lips wet and begging for friction.
He indulges you without a second thought, one hand unclasping your bra as the other holds your chin. His mouth is heavy, hot, rough against yours like he’s taking what he wants. He swallows your moans, slides his tongue past your teeth so he can taste you. Warm, languid movements, consuming and intoxicating. He tastes familiar, like how he smells each day, but exotic, like he’s forbidden. And he should be. Yet your legs are spreading below him and your naked tits pressing against his chest.
“Fuck,” he groans and puts his hand on your back, smushing you close to him, slotting your body against his. He’s too tall for his cock to press against your pussy, yet you can feel it against your stomach, twitching against the seam in his pants. You wiggle yourself against one of his powerful thighs, desperate to feel some kind of contact between your legs.
Endeavor breaks your kiss by tugging at your hair, fingers weaving between the strands so he can pull your neck back and keep you still.
Blue eyes scan your spit stained lips before wandering down, stopping to watch your breasts heave from the breath you lost to your kiss.
“Always knew you’d have perfect tits.” He punctuates his statement by plucking at one of your nipples, rolling the bud between hefty fingers until it pebbles to his touch.
You can’t help but whine as he repeats the action, pinching and pulling just to watch your body’s reaction. He yanks the hand in your hair back, making your spine arch and tits press out further. He plays with your other nipple, balancing the sensations, making you grind down against him as you search for more pleasure.
Dipping his head, he places a long, flat lick across your nipple, leaving a cold trail in his wake.
“Enji!” You lean into the pull he has on your hair.
He sucks your nipple into his mouth, a grunt vibrating across your breast as he circles your sensitive peak with his tongue.
“Like my name in your mouth,” he says between breasts, lathering the other with plenty of attention as well. You shiver at his ministrations, the air conditioning making you bristle in the cold when his heat shifts across your body.
“Enji,” you repeat with purpose, “fuck, you’re spoiling me.”
And you mean it, it’ll be hard to walk into his office and not think of him nursing your tits.
“Just wait, sweetheart. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
You moan, feeling like he already has.
Enji releases your hair, the heel of his hand pushing against your shoulder to get you to lay flat against the papers on his desk. Ink sticks to your sweaty skin.
“Let me see the mess you made.”
Moving your skirt down your hips before you can even process, he opens your legs wide, gigantic hands pushing on the backs of your thighs so your slick, sloppy cunt and soiled panties sticking to your folds are on display.
“Mess you made,” you correct with a breathy giggle, staring up at the ceiling of his office.
“Didn’t hear you complaining in the elevator, sweetheart.” He runs a finger down your folds, your body convulsing at the touch. “In fact, I didn't hear you make much of a peep. Such a good girl, keeping quiet for me.”
“If your cock is anything like your fingers, I don’t know if I can be quiet.”
Enji plays with your messy cunt, curling two fingers against you before peeling the wet cotton away so he can look at you.
“Don’t want you to be quiet,” you both groan as his finger prods your hole, “though I’ll make you hush if you get too loud.”
You flush with a fresh heat as he pulls your panties down your legs, feeling strings of slick pop from where you were sticking to the threads.
“Look at that pretty pussy. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock. You were sucking my fingers so tight earlier.”
You never expected him to be so vocal and it makes you gasp, fingers trying to grip into the clutter of paperwork on his desk.
He’s aware of his strength as he grasps your hip, careful not to hurt you even as his blood simmers and his cock springs from his pants.
“Fuck me,” you whisper, eyes gone glassy as you close them against the fluorescent lights, “please, please.”
He grunts in affirmation, sliding his thick cock over your slippery folds, coating himself. There’s a vein that runs on the underside of him, hot and pounding, moving just right against your clit to make your thighs shake in his hands.
The urge to look at him, to actually see the monstrous cock you’ve been dreaming of, is strong, but his grip is stronger. You can’t move below him, his shoulders and arms working to press and secure you against his desk. All you can do is breathe and wait, feel his fat cock slip and grind against you.
“Deep breath,” he tells you, pressing his leaking tip against your cunt, “might hurt.”
Luckily, the mess Enji made of you makes it easier for him to pop past that first ring of muscle, cockhead hot and mean as his hips cant. He’s not gentle. Quick thrusts that spread you apart fast, make you open and create room for him inside of you.
You feel stuffed just from the first few inches, drunk already on the sounds he’s making. Primal, deep grunts from inside his chest as he stares down at where you’re taking him in, dragging along his length. He bullies his way inside of you, getting off on your whines and squeals as you stretch for him.
Your pussy is sloppy around him, wet squishes as he finds more rhythm against your tight walls.
“Shit, fuck,” you exclaim as he begins to bottom out, russet curls on his pubic bone meeting your clit. All you can think about is him; his fingers digging into your thighs, your name in his mouth, his sweltering body pressing against yours. The smell of sex starts early, sweaty skin melting together as he fully starts to take you.
He’s holding back, you can tell by the way his voice is caught in his throat. He’s keeping all his dangerous muscles, wicked instincts, at bay as he pulls out and presses in again. Rough, fast, but not enough to break you, just make you scream until you bury your face to the side and try to cover your mouth with your arm.
“Atta girl,” he mumbles, moving a bit quicker, snapping his strong hips against you, heavy balls against your ass, “just fucking take it.”
You’re practically folded in half and pinned below him, hips arched off the desk so he can find more leverage to barrel into you. The rhythm makes you swim, lost to the pounding of his cock against your insides. Over and over, in and out, spread wide and squeezing all the same as he has his way with you.
You get lost in the feeling of him in your belly, searing and harsh, fat tip rolling against the spongy spot inside of you until you feel like you might snap. You feel him in your ears, your head pounding with every snap of his hips. You feel him in your toes, lightning zaps of pleasure down your nerves.
“Feel so good, so full,” you know the praise works both ways, makes him flush and swell with pride.
“Yeah? You like being my little cocksleeve?”
You cry out for him because you can’t help it, delight bubbling in your throat every time he plunges in deep. He keeps his pace for a bit, all rushed and blazing, transfixed on watching you suck him in, leaving cream along his shaft. But quickly he gets rougher, more desperate, big hands squeezing from your thighs to your hips.
“C’mere,” but you don’t have to move, just let him pull on you like you weigh nothing.
Enji jerks you upright, cock still seated into your core. Smoothly he stands with you, hands gripping into your ass cheeks as you fling yourself against his chest, trying to get your arms around his massive shoulders.
“I’ve got you.”
He bounces you once, twice, lets you whine into his neck and get used to the new angle. Gravity and his strength make you take all of him in, his cockhead bullying against your womb in the most pleasant way that makes your vision go blurry.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” it’s all you can do to stay sane as he becomes brutal, grunting and groaning as he thrusts up into you. Your nails sling to his dewy skin, losing purchase with every rebound. Pink lines etch into him, blending into freckles on his shoulders.
Your legs burn from being spread around his thick waist, any attempt for you to lock them around his back is useless due to his size. You go pliant in his arms, mouth sucking into his neck to smother your moans. Every hasty drive of his hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time you sink back down. With every sudden movement you feel the entirety of his fat cock; the veins are throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. And he feels you, smells you, aches for you.
“Never gonna get tired of this,” he roars with a bit of laughter, head rolling back as he lets pleasure take over.
“You’re fucking amazing.” And you mean it, awe overwhelming you as you fall against his chest, dwarfed by his brawn. Enji continues to lift you up and down, up and down, on his cock like you’re weightless. And you are to his strength, his muscles are bulging and corded expertly around his body. He’s trained himself to perfection; trained to be the best at everything.
Your hands move to his arms, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his triceps as you cling on for dear life.
He nudges your forehead with his nose, coaxing you to look at him so he can bounce you up a bit higher and capture your mouth with his.
“Can I,” he groans into your lips, “can I cum in you?”
His words make your belly coil, a fissure of revelry racing up your spine.
“Please, yes, fuck yes, cum in me.”
You don’t have it in you to explain your birth control, nor does he seem to care for you to. Your confirmation just spurs him to move faster, balls slapping against your ass so roughly you know you’ll be sore just from skin against skin.
“You first.”
Without breaking rhythm, he takes a step back and sits down in his office chair. You coo as you sit in his lap, his hands still planted on your thighs so he can move you however he pleases. He’s strong enough to bounce you with his hips, his thighs, one hand steadying you as the other dips between your bodies.
His thumb is merciless against your clit. You’re vulnerable to his touch, clit spread and on display from the stretch of his thick cock inside of you.
“Fuck, fuck, g-gonna cum, Enji,” you take a deep breath, throwing your head back as you buck and bound in his lap, “gonna scream, shit.”
Enji takes matters into his own hands, literally, continuing to strum your sensitive clit as his other hand clasps onto your mouth. It’s a suffocating feeling, a possessive one, like he’s smothering all your cries so no one else can hear but him.
With the safety of his hand over your lips, thumb arched against your cheekbone, pressing, prodding, you let yourself go.
You cum so hard that the world stops, your ears ring, your body goes limp. Enji’s hips don’t falter, just continue to slam up into you as he chases his own high. You suck around him, pulsing, feeling every inch of him. You’ve never cum around such a fat cock and it just prolongs your pleasure, like his penetration keeps you from squeezing your pleasure out right away. It’s mindless ecstasy, spit against his palm and nails raking down his chest.
“God you’re fucking pretty when you cum,” and his praise only makes it worse, makes your eyes wring until there’s tears down your cheeks and stars behind your eyelids.
And just when you think you’re done, that you’ll find a reprieve to the shattering, over-sensitive pleasure, he cums inside of you.
He stops to ride out his orgasm, cock throbbing, pulsing, spurting inside you until you feel fuller than you’ve ever felt. Stuffed so tightly with his cock, his cum gushes from where your cunt grips around him, messy and hot and spilling over your thighs and his. The sound he makes is breathless, all open-mouth and head lolled back as he purrs, satiated to find release in your cunt.
You can’t help but mumble nonsense against his hands, blissed-out praise of how good he feels, how you love feeling his cum. After a few heartbeats, his hand slips from your face, instead reaching back to run through his hair, catching the sweat beating down his forehead.
“Oh my god,” reality sets in as you lean forward, burying your face into his neck, drunk off the afterglow of sex, but aware enough that the smell of him reminds you that you just fucked your boss on a Monday morning.
“You alright?”
He pets your hair, palm burning down your back as you both come back down from whatever orgasmic plane you were shot into.
“Yeah, just,” you groan as you shift in his lap, his cock still hard and buried so deep in your cunt that you know you’ll feel his ghost for days, “just coming to terms with this.”
Enji laughs, deep and proud, and the rumbles of his chest make you jump.
“Thought I broke you for a moment there. Sorry, sometimes I forget myself. My strength, really.”
Clearly, your heads are not in the same place. He’s worried about your body while you’re worried about repercussions.
“No, you were—this was great, seriously, fucking you is…wild.” You shift in his lap, audibly moaning as you sit up straight, still stuffed full of him. “But you’re not going to fire me, are you?”
He laughs again, looking down at you in his lap with glee in his icy eyes. Running his hands down your shoulders, he hums, smiling.
“Fire you? No, no. Might promote you, though. Make sure you do more important things than just schedule my media appearances.”
He’s being playful, just as love-drunk as you are from sex, and his smile makes you warm, like he’s washing away all your fears.
You kiss him because you feel like you can, like you have the authority to just lean up and take what you want from him. He groans into your mouth, lips matching the movements of yours. It’s nice to kiss him, to take your time and feel him against you; breasts to chest, arms weaving around one another, necks turning and thighs clenching.
“Yeah,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before stretching his arms over his head, “I’m going to keep you, that’s for sure.”
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Very very urgent emergency request! Just stumbled upon your blog after that fluffy Howl fic of yours; couldn't resist sticking around for more of your fantastic headcanons.
I recently experienced something truly awful a few days ago.. While enjoying a party with my friends, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, and I began feeling unwell. Since then, there's been a blank space in my memory. The following day, upon waking up in our shared apartment, I discovered that I must have experienced a sex*** abuse. I'm currently terrified, in pain, and enduring ongoing bleeding from my private area. Trust has become a challenge, and I'm overwhelmed, wishing I could just disappear. Unsure of what steps to take, I find myself reaching out for comfort of any, any kind.. May I humbly request comfort from Dabi, Bakugo, Enji, Todoroki, and Kaminari, along with their girlfriends, who have navigated similar challenges?
If this plea is too much, please feel free to disregard it. I deeply appreciate your writings, as they bring immense comfort to many.
Oh, my dear Anon...
I am so sorry to hear that something like this happened to you. I can only imagine what you feel right now.
Please, if you feel like you need to talk to someone, feel free to drop into my messages and let's chat a little!
I hope those headcanon will bring you at least a little bit of comfort.
Mha men & sexually abused s/o
Dabi
- Dabi is burning with anger. Of course he isn't mad at you, he is mad at the person who even dared to violate you this way.
- He should stay with you but he leaves. Of course he couldn't stay. Touya doesn't leave you because of the disgust or hate. No. He is going for a hunt! It doesn't matter if it's one or a few people... All police could find were few bodies burned beyond recognition.
- Touya returns to your shared apartment, sheds his coat and is all yours from now on. He doesn't speak a word about what happened unless you feel the need to talk about it. He won't press but will listen when you need to throw it all out.
- He knows some doctors that aren't sketchy but at the same time they won't call the police or anything like this.
- Even if you are scared, Touya pushes you to get checked. He of course stays with you to provide comfort and show you that you are safe with him. Touya knows you are suffering mentally but he doesn't want the physical suffering to continue if there is a way to stop/heal it.
- Back at home Touya stays near you. He wishes he could be glued to you but he understands you need some space.
- When you tell him you need any kind of closeness - he is there immediately, wrapping you in his embrace, holding you as close as possible.
- It takes you a bit of a time to open up to him. You tell him everything; and he listens to it without a word.
When you start to cry he just squeezes you harder until you calm down. Once this happens, Touya starts to tell you, "I'm sorry, doll. I am sorry I wasn't there to protect you but from now on... I will always be near. No one will ever hurt you again. I love you and I'll make sure to help you however I can."
- And he really does it. Since that unfortunate day, Touya does everything to make you feel safe and to help you heal; both mentally and physically.
He doesn't push your boundaries but helps you carefully move them as you heal and again open yourself up to him.
Touya never healed himself from his past so seeing you getting better even after such a scary situation makes this villain smile.
Bakugo
- He is pissed but he won't show it openly. You went through enough stress already and his anger wouldn't help someone in your position so he stops himself from yelling.
- Bakugo doesn't immediately push you to talk. He is more concerned about your health so his first step is to convince you to visit a proper specialist. He doesn't want you to be in pain or to suffer.
When you finally agree to visit the doctor, you are going there with your blond guard dog because Katsuki isn't leaving your side. He will even fight the doctor if it means staying by your side through the visit.
- Back at home, Bakugo is completely different than normal. He is calm and quiet around you.
- If he decides to give you a kiss, hug or simply get close to you he'll ask for your permission beforehand. Just to be sure you are comfortable with him and his touch.
- If you are on any medications he makes sure you take them, it's for your own good afterall.
- Katsuki makes sure to provide comfort in every way possible. He cooks or orders your favorite comfort food so the two of you can enjoy some tasty food together.
- When you feel comfortable enough to open up about what happened, Katsuki just pulls you into a tight hug. "It's okay now. You're safe and I'll make sure to get the bastard that hurt you. I'll make him pay."
- And he really does. Whenever you are asleep or busy with something, Bakugo is on his phone or computer, working his ass off to find the person that did it. He is going to make sure whoever did this will pay the appropriate price for hurting you.
- Whenever you need it, he is ready to hold you close while gently caressing your hair and back. He will talk even about the most silly thing just to see you smile just a little bit. Staying quiet is also something he is ready to do, spending time in silence isn't a problem for him.
Enji
- Enji isn't home very often so it's easy for you to hide it all and just choke yourself with this traumatizing experience.
- When he is actually back, he quickly notices the changes in your behavior. You were like a candle light; warm and happy and now? You resembled an extinguished candle... Cold and sad looking.
- It annoys him because he is really trying for you but suddenly you are all distanced for no reason! Not only in everyday life but also in bed.
- Enji finally confronts you, demanding answers from you! He is your lover, so how dare you ignore him?! Of course he is not gentle about it.
- As you reach your breaking point and admit to what happened at the party you went to, he is shocked that something like this happened to you.
- He is not a master of comfort so at the beginning he isn't sure what to do but in the end Enji pulls you into a tight hug. "Forgive me for being so harsh on you. I'll do better."
- This is a promise he actually keeps up with! Enji is trying his best to understand your needs and boundaries now.
- He pays more attention to you, building up the trust again to show you that you can still trust him and nothing has changed between the two of you.
- Enji loves to hold you close and just comfort you when you feel bad. He enjoys cuddling your smaller frame, making sure that you feel protected.
- If you think he will leave it just like that and do nothing about it you are really wrong. He is a Number One hero and whoever dares to hurt you, now has to deal with him. Enji uses all of his contacts and influence to find that bastard.
- He makes sure you are feeling safe and loved again.
Shoto
- Poor guy is deeply confused when one day you go completely quiet. He is worried if you made it home after the party.
- After receiving no information from you, Shoto goes to your place to check on you. Just to be sure you are okay.
- The state he found you in was heartbreaking. His beautiful girlfriend, his little ray of sunshine suddenly being in distress and bad mental shape.
- He approaches you carefully, asking questions to find out what happened.
- When you reveal what happened the night before, he is shocked. How could someone even do this to another person?
- Of course Shoto doesn't judge you. It was beyond your control and he understands but he slowly talks you into going to the right authorities.
- Shoto goes with you everywhere to make you feel good and safe. He won't allow anyone to get too close to you.
- Back at home he is mostly quiet, letting you decide if you feel like talking or doing anything together.
- When you tell him yes, Shoto is all over you. He wants you close to show you all the love he has for you.
- His favorite thing to do is to simply hold your hand. It gives him this feeling of intimacy and shows him you still trust him.
- Shoto's second favorite thing is holding you right before falling asleep. You look so cute and despite what happened, he is happy you are with him. "My love. I am so lucky to have you and I promise you that I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
- Like every hero he won't let it slide. Shoto will make sure that whoever did this pays for your pain.
Kaminari
- When he finds out, he is terrified and blames himself for this. He had to go with you but a sudden shift in schedulge made him go to work while you went to the party.
- He really doesn't know what to do BUT he quickly gathers himself. You need him and he is there to serve.
- Just like others he accompanies you at the doctor and during the talk with authorities.
- Back at home Denki is really careful around you. Always asking if you need anything, making sure you are okay with stuff he does. He never leaves you alone unless you request him to do so.
- He buys your favorite snack and even tries to bake something you like. Even if he isn't the best at it, he'll try his best for you!
- You feel like watching some silly movie or show? He is there with you!
- Or maybe you feel like just laying down and listening to some music? This dude made a playlist from all your favorite songs!
- Denki is ready to do everything to make you comfortable. Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world and he is going to work hard for it to appear again upon your pretty lips.
- Even if he blames himself for your harm, he'll never tell you about this but instead he will do EVERYTHING he can to make you feel good again. "We'll make it work, yeah? I won't leave your side and we are going to work through it together." He always assures you with a big bright smile.
- Whoever dared to put hands on you can't sleep peacefully. Kaminari, with the help of his friends, will hunt this bastard down and bring him to justice.
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