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You’d been dancing around each other for what felt like a small eternity now. Shyly stolen glances across a crowded room when you were sure no one else was looking and the briefest contact of his skin brushing against yours, lingering for a beat too long for it to be accidental. Quietly exchanged double-edged words that might have meant everything or nothing at all. You could have cut the tension with a butter knife, it was just that palpable. But you’d always held yourself back from acting on the urge to throw yourself at him like something unfortunately needy; rabid and desperate.
It didn’t really seem to matter whether that was out of fear of being rejected or, just as likely, the fear of having your feelings reciprocated and inevitably falling so hard for your boss that no one could ever hope to save you. Between playing the role of the newly crowned number one hero’s secretary and the fact that he was a married man with kids, the situation was hardly ideal and reality effectively put a stop to any wayward romance fantasies playing out in your head. It simply wasn’t meant to be and that was clear as day. Perhaps in another time and place, another life, things could have been different. Maybe you could have worn his ring and taken the Todoroki name for yourself instead of the elusive wife who, according to the rumor mill, was mysteriously absent from his marriage bed for reasons unknown. It didn’t seem fair that you were willing and able, burning from the inside out as you pined for him with every fiber of your being, while the woman who was lucky enough to have him squandered the opportunity she’d been given.
You’d wondered, very briefly, if there was more going on behind the scenes than you could even fathom. But you weren’t in the habit of torturing yourself with endless strings of ‘what-if’ scenarios and you tried not to think about it too much. Being in such close proximity to the object of your desire was already hard enough without unnecessarily getting your hopes up about something that would never happen. Instead, you merely relegated your feelings to a dark nook in the deepest recesses of your mind and contented yourself with simply sharing a space with him. You were positive it was the best you could ever hope for, after all. So you might as well enjoy it while you could.
But Enji was nothing if not proactive. Despite his unwavering confidence in himself, he hadn’t been entirely sure at the very beginning and his sensible mind had readily written off your strange behavior as nerves rather than infatuation. It was no secret that women often found him rather intimidating and he was used to the fairer sex being a little jumpy in his presence. But he’d inconspicuously tested the waters, boldly touching your hand when accepting another endless stack of paperwork or walking close enough that you were sure to feel the waves of heat pouring off him. You never skirted away though, didn’t flinch in anxious uncertainty, and something primal in his gut twisted at the realization that you were smitten.
It was so glaringly obvious once he accepted the truth of the matter that he could have smacked himself for ever doubting his own masculine prowess. He clearly saw the way you looked at him, recognized the barefaced lust reflecting in your eyes every time you peered up into his face, and Enji had to have you one way or another. It was only a matter of when, not if, and he bided his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. You were so pretty, young and supple, that there was no way he could ever outright deny himself the pleasure of your body. Especially not when it had been so long since he’d last had a warm, wet hole to use for his own gratification.
His patience finally ran out after months of toeing the line in what would have made for a certifiable HR nightmare, late one evening when the agency was still and quiet. The sidekicks who weren’t off duty were out on patrol. You were the only other person inside the building and he really should have been packing up to head home for the night. Fuyumi was probably expecting him shortly with a nice, homecooked meal ready and he knew that. But Enji couldn’t quite bring himself to care. He was hungry for something else entirely after catching brief glimpses of you parading around the office all day in a new pencil skirt that hugged the swell of your ass like a second skin. It was driving him out of his mind, particularly when he’d noticed you staring at him dreamily from his peripheral. He’d subsequently been fighting a half chub since he’d gotten back to finish up his reports but he couldn’t concentrate at all while his mind swam with visions of you sprawled out underneath him, naked and completely at his mercy. He wondered how you would sound moaning his name. Imagined the sheer bliss that would stare back at him while he fucked you into a doped out stupor.
Enji had thought that when the time finally came to bed you, he’d approach the situation much more tactfully but he was officially at wit's end. He couldn’t take any more of this intrepid office flirting and he irritably slammed his pen down with more force than was needed.
The sound brought your head up from where you’d been organizing his mail in order of most importance to the least. It had become something of a routine for you to finish up your shift like this; sitting on the sprawling couch in his office in comfortable silence while you dutifully made sense of the correspondences he’d received throughout the day so he wouldn’t have to waste his own time doing it. But it was rare for either of you to speak a word during this blissful downtime together and you were understandably surprised to find him looking over at you with a terse scowl.
“Is something wrong, Endeavor sir?”
“No.” He rumbled. Then, in the same breath, he said, “Actually, yes. There is something. Do you really think that skirt is appropriate for work?”
Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly glanced down at your carefully put together attire. It was a little sexy, sure. But you weren’t showing off more skin than any other secretary your age and you didn’t see what the problem was.
“I - I’m sorry.” You murmured, reeling in shock and embarrassment alike. A part of you had wanted to catch his attention, sure, but not like this. “I didn’t realize it was offensive. If you’d said something earlier, I would have gone home to change on my lunch break.”
He narrowed his eyes at you and scoffed. “Isn’t that the heart of the problem though? Honestly, I find it surprising that you’d think something so skimpy was decent to wear out in public at all.”
You flushed red hot in shame, quickly looking away. “I don’t know what to say, sir. I apologize if I’ve upset you, but I won’t do it again.”
“Good.”
The noise of his chair scooting back made you tense and you had to force yourself to keep your gaze downcast instead of looking up at him like a pitiful lost puppy. You didn’t want to see the expression on his face, whether that was disappointment or anger at your audacity for wearing something he disapproved of in front of him. Both possibilities were equally distressing to your fragile emotions and you weren’t so sure you could handle having either of them directed at you.
But rather than getting up to change out of his costume and leave for the night, Enji rounded on the couch and unhesitatingly stepped up to you. It suddenly felt like your heart was going to hammer right out of your chest, making it harder to breathe. You defensively pulled your shoulders in and braced for what seemed to be an inevitable reprimand from the flame hero himself, struggling not to panic.
“Endeavor sir, I can’t apolo -”
The words caught in your throat when thick, gloved fingertips curled under your chin, applying just the right amount of force to keep you from jerking out of his hold. You practically choked in surprise, eyes widening to the approximate size of dinner plates when he pulled your face around to look up at him. He was so tall he’d had to bend at the waist just to level his sights with yours and you started at the close proximity.
“I understand your generation doesn’t see anything wrong with flaunting yourselves like this,” He intoned gruffly. “But even so, I wouldn’t let you out of the house dressed like a little tart if you were mine. Call me oldfashioned if you like, but I believe in traditional values.”
Your head was spinning so fast you couldn’t even see straight anymore. “W - what are you saying, sir?”
Enji couldn’t stop the smirk from curling his mouth unkindly when he saw the gamble had paid off. He’d been entirely correct in assuming that you were more than casually interested in him and his cock began to stir at the sight of your delightfully flustered expression. You were perfect as far as he could tell - ripe for the taking and completely baggage free. He could already see himself getting lost in your body for hours at a time or, as was so often the case, for as long as you could stand to have him ruining you from the inside out. Finding out exactly how much you could handle was part of the fun though and he drew an audibly slow breath that had you shuddering in his grasp.
“I’m saying that I think you need to learn some self-respect. A lady shouldn’t have to dress like an upscale hooker just to get attention from men.” Chuckling, a cocked his head to one side and fixed you with a knowing look. “That’s what you were doing when you decided to wear that little skirt, isn’t it? Trying to get my attention.”
You moaned very quietly. “I ... I thought you would like it.” You warbled, far too shaken by this strange turn of events to even lie about it. For the first time since you’d started working at Endeavor’s hero agency, you actually found yourself daring to hope.
“You certainly look good, don’t misunderstand.” Enji relented. His voice a low, resonating threat of promise as he abandoned your chin, confident that you wouldn’t pull away, and set his sights on the buttons of your blouse. “But the only person who should get to see your body like this is your husband. Are you interested in marriage, little girl?”
“Yes.” You squeaked, involuntarily arching your back and jutting your chest out towards him. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening, that he was really talking to you like this, but you never wanted to wake up if it was only a dream. You’d been fantasizing about this for as long as you could possibly remember.
Humming his approval, Enji slowly started working on unbuttoning your shirt. “Excellent. I think you’d make a wonderful housewife someday.”
“You ... you really think so?”
“I wouldn’t say it otherwise.” He growled, making you tremble at the heat in his tone.
Lashes fluttering, you glanced at yourself as he got your blouse open down to the waistband of the skirt and attentively watched him slip his hand inside. He roughly palmed your breast in his broad, massive hand and you keened, clamping your thighs together when a shockwave of white-hot static nearly toppled you right over. Enji snorted at your reaction and gave you a tight squeeze that left you swaying unsteadily on the couch.
“But if I’m being honest,” He drawled. “I think you’d make an even better mother. Your figure tells me you were built for breeding. You’d look perfect all swollen and heavy with a child.”
You issued a frantic, whining groan into the air and screwed your eyes shut against his words. It was too much all at once. Your pussy was clamping down on nothing hard enough to steal the breath right out of your lungs, gushing eager arousal against the crotch of your panties, and you couldn’t seem to get a grip. You knew you should have been making a run for the door, especially when your mind helpfully reminded you that he was married. But you found it increasingly hard to worry about that when he roughly yanked your bra down under the swell of your tits and pinched your nipple sharply enough to make you cry out.
“Sir!”
“Would you like that? Being knocked up by your husband over and over again? Personally, I wouldn’t wait very long between pregnancies before giving you another child. Brazen upstarts like you need to be kept busy.”
A frazzled, stuttering groan erupted out of you in a burst of stunned ecstasy. Erratically nodding your head, you craned your neck back to look up at him. Begging him with your eyes to follow through on what he was so callously saying. “Y - yes! Please, Endeavor sir. Please breed me! I ... I need ...”
Cocking an interested brow, Enji tweaked your nipple again and you gasped. “What do you need?”
“I need you to use me!” You hissed out, struggling to articulate your whirlwind thoughts. “I need you to put me in my place. Teach me how to be a good wife and ... and a good mother for your children. Please ...”
He snorted in mirth and withdrew his hand from your shirt, much to your keening disappointment. There was no denying that he looked smug and pleased though, and when you jerked your attention down only to see the impressive tent in his costume, you swallowed so hard it almost made you gag. You weren’t entirely sure if you were ready for this. The synthetic material hid very little and, just as you’d anticipated, his cock looked about as thick and massive as the rest of him. You were undeniably nervous about taking him, just as any sensible woman would be, but you were also entirely compliant when he reached down to drag your hips to the edge of the couch.
Watching as if in a daze, you tilted your pelvis up to help make it easier for Enji to bunch your skirt around your waist. Sharp teal eyes regarded your black pantyhose for a long moment before he grabbed the thin material and pulled, ripping them straight down the middle seam without even blinking an eye. You choked back a squawk of protest, shaking like a leaf when you realized that this was truly happening. Todoroki Enji and number one hero Endeavor was really touching your clothed cunt, tracing your slit with the back of his knuckles, and getting hard just for you. It was a lot to wrap your head around and you couldn’t even find the presence of mind to voice your shock when he simply ripped your panties in half with a rough jerk. The sound of shredding fabric was deafening in your ringing ears but that was nothing compared to the low sound of surprise he immediately noised.
“Look at this pretty little pussy,” He murmured. Using his middle and index fingers, he spread your labia apart and unabashedly peered down at your exposed core, making you hiss. “This just might be the best looking cunt I’ve ever seen. You’re not a virgin are you?”
You shook your head, suddenly mute.
“Good. I’m too old to deal with that hassle.”
Shifting his hand a pinch lower, Enji unceremoniously prodded your slick entrance with a single, impossibly thick finger. You went ramrod stiff, mouth hanging open in a silent wail when he slipped into you up to the first knuckle with just the bare minimum of prep. The sear of penetration had you reeling and you futilely struggled to choke down enough air to stop yourself from hyperventilating. He was impatient though, shallowly pumping into you a few times before adding another digit, the friction made relatively easier thanks to his smooth gloves. Your body still ached in protest at being stretched so suddenly and so fully though and you quietly seethed through it. Every part of him was so big that it made taking even this much difficult. But you reveled in the burn, eagerly canting your hips up to meet him.
“Ahh ... Endeavor ... s - sir ... ngh!”
“You like that?” He growled in response.
You drew a quick, haggard breath. “Please ...”
Releasing an anticipatory grunt, he withdrew his fingers from your squeezing cunt and stood upright. You squirmed, arching against the couch while you watched him fumble with the hidden snap on his costume before reaching inside to fish out his cock. The sight of it clasped in his hand made you jolt and shudder so hard that something in your lower back popped, your eyes vibrating in their sockets. It was so thick and heavy that you weren’t even sure if you could have wrapped your fingers around the entire girth but if Enji noticed your barefaced apprehension, he didn’t show it. He merely gave himself a few perfunctory pumps before reaching out and grabbing you around the waist.
He effortlessly lifted you into the air, maneuvering you as if you were nothing more than a weightless child before his strength. It caught you off guard, not used to being manhandled like this, and you whimpered. Helplessly dangling in his hold, you clung to his massive, bulging biceps in a white-knuckled grip while he pulled you close and wrapped one arm around your middle to keep you locked against the front of him. His other hand snaked down, brushing your hip in the process, and you went ramrod stiff when you felt the blunt head of his cock swipe across your soaked pussy lips.
“H - Hnng!”
Enji laughed at the harried noise of surprise you’d made, low and dark and sinfully rich. “Are you going to take me like a good girl?”
“Yes ...” You whispered, staring up at him in something close to disbelief. “Yes, sir. I promise I will. I’ll take everything you -”
A sharp, wavering inhale cut you off when he started to lower you down on his rockhard length. The bulbous glans pressed tight into your labia, forcibly spreading them and sinking deeper until your cunt contracted at the intrusion. Tossing your head back, you screwed your eyes shut and groaned up at the ceiling. Half in ecstatic, blissful delight and half in pained agony. Enji was much bigger than any other man you’d taken, his cock spearing into you one fraction of an inch at a time until your aching body wouldn’t let him proceed any further. Clicking his tongue, he angled his hips back and gradually fucked into you, slowly making room for himself inside your weakly fluttering passage. The sensation of being stretched right to the breaking point, so much more excruciating than his fingers had been, had your legs jerking and awkwardly curling around his muscle thick sides. There was nothing you could do to either help or hinder his efforts when you were helplessly pinned to his body though and all you could manage was a string of half-choked sobs and slurred pleas.
You weren’t even entirely sure what you were begging him for, your own words sounding like foreign gibberish in your ears. It was all you could do just to keep yourself in check when you wanted nothing more to writhe and scream as hot, stinging tears welled along your lashline and further blurred your vision. It felt like he was impaling you straight down the middle but you were entirely at his mercy, simultaneously soaring on cloud nine and suffering through the agonies of hell at the same time. It was maddening. Too much and not enough, as torturous as it was gratifying.
He slipped into you another inch or so a short moment later, successfully carving out a space for himself, and you idly wondered if this was why his wife didn’t seem to be in the picture. The sheer size of his girth was staggering, nearly breaking you in half with very little effort on his part and when you recalled that she’d bore multiple children from him, you cried out in sympathy.
“Isn’t that a pretty sound.” He seethed, hot breath fanning across your face.
Letting out a high strung groan, you gave in to the urge and let your eyes roll back in your head. Enji hissed at the sight of you, your facial expression twisting in something that might have been ecstasy while your body jerked and shuddered on his cock. It was enough to make his balls tighten up in anticipation, the need to drive himself into you and pound away at your cervix very nearly overriding his better judgment. He knew better than to go all out no matter how much he might want to though. The prospect of having to take you to the hospital was hardly an appealing one and, more importantly, he didn’t want to completely scare you off just yet. He’d waited long enough to feel you squeezing around him like this and he had every intention of having his way with you again in the future.
He paused once he’d worked about half of his substantial length inside of you, bringing his hand up to dig into your hip. The other quickly latched onto the opposite side and you teetered dangerously in his arms, blindly reaching out to dig your nails into his broad shoulders and steady yourself. Enji could hardly believe how good you looked clinging to him with sweat matting your hair to your neck and the supple swell of your tits half hanging out of your blouse. The way your sweet pussy stretched around him, obvious even from this angle, had his blood pounding all the faster and he took his time slowly lifting you before pulling you back down.
“Aahh!” You wailed, arching against him fretfully enough that you’d have fallen right over onto the floor had he not been holding onto you so tightly. “O - oh ... god! Endeavor!”
“Say my name.” He gritted through his teeth. Huffing softly with the effort of holding himself back, he manually bounced you up and down with steadily growing urgency, the embarrassing clap of your ass smacking into his hips rising clear in the statically charged air.
“Nngh ... Ah - En ... Enji!”
“Fuck ...”
Teeth clamping down on his bottom lip, he hunched his hulking frame over your prone form and earnestly rocked into you. The driving force behind his thrusts had you jerking like a ragdoll while you wailed in stricken, pleasure tinged pain. You were drowning in the onslaught of stimuli, your body overwhelmed and reeling as he steadily worked himself into your defenseless cunt. So lost within the wonderfully horrible agony of being used as Enji’s own personal cocksleeve, you didn’t even notice your muscles tensing up and reaching vibrating fever pitch until it was too late. Without any of the warning signs you were used to, you shattered around him so suddenly it punched the oxygen right out of your lungs.
You twisted against him and screamed, clawing at his shoulders as if to get away. He wouldn’t allow you even a moment's reprieve though and continued to use your quaking body even while it spasmed and writhed uncontrollably in his firm grasp. The unrelenting force of his cock drove you right to the edge of madness and kept you there, hanging precariously in the balance while your orgasm stretched to the point of real discomfort. You felt like a mindless animal as you rode out the cresting waves of euphoria for as long as you could physically endure it but, eventually, you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They streaked down your face, mixing with the strings of hot drool dribbling from the corner of your wide-open mouth, and you sobbed brokenly into the still office.
“What a good girl you are,” He murmured, slowing down just enough to let you catch your breath but not quite stopping altogether. “It’s been a long time since I had someone cumming on my cock like that. Consider me impressed.”
Blurting out an incoherent, garbled string of words, you let your head loll back against your shoulder. Chest heaving, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to potentially draw blood and still weakly shaking with the lingering tremors of release, you felt completely spent. There was a little part of your psyche that seemed to have slipped away in the throes of your passion and you weren’t entirely sure if you would ever get it back. It left you feeling gutted and hollowed out, an empty vessel for him to fill up however he saw fit.
Enji was far from done though and you hissed, frantically seething when he started to pick up the pace again. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to tap out already,” He said, looking down at you with a devilishly handsome smirk pulling his lips back from pearly white teeth. “You wanted to be used and bred, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing with you tonight.”