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A couple of weeks went by, and you had given up hope of him ever texting or calling you. After all, why would he? He was the number two hero; you were merely a simple journalist. He was married and had children; you had turned out not opposing the idea of becoming a homewrecker. At least… that’s the way you chastised yourself late at night, alone in bed.
You felt disappointed in yourself for wanting him to call you or text you. Even if it was just to say it had all been a mistake. You wouldn’t blame him. You couldn’t blame him. It was wrong, you knew that. He would never choose you over his wife.
Ever since Rei Todoroki had been admitted to a special care facility there had been no sightings of any other women in Endeavor’s life. ‘But perhaps that was because he was good at keeping those meetings a secret?’ you would think hopefully, before adding, ‘but that would mean I am not the first and probably not the only one either.’
You would spend many nights like this, lying in bed, staring at the white ceiling, fighting yourself and your own thoughts.
But then on one more than ordinary afternoon, while you were trying to make yet another deadline for a story on page six, your phone buzzed. You picked it up, without looking at the number.
“Yeah, what?!” Your crude answer was always a clear sign to your friends and family that they were bothering you during your working hours.
“Oh, I think I’m disturbing you, I’m sorry,” the low, rumbling voice on the other side of the line replied. You recognized it immediately.
“Fuck, shit,” you replied, “Sorry, no, no, you’re not disturbing me at all!” You scrambled out of your seat, running towards an empty conference room, slamming the door close behind you.
“Endeavor,” you breathed, leaning against the closed door.
“You can call me Enji,” he said.
“Enji,” you repeated after him, trying out the sound and feel of the name in your mouth.
“It sounds good when you say it,” he admitted.
You smiled, even though you knew he couldn’t see it through the phone.
“What can I do for you?” you asked, not knowing what else to say in that moment.
“I uhm… I was wondering if you’d like to meet again,” he said stumbling over the words.
“Oh, uh, yes. Yes, of course.”
He gave you the name and room number of a high-end hotel in Tokyo, where the two of you would meet that evening, and ended the call.
You stood there for a couple of minutes, your back still against the door of the empty conference room, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. He had finally called you and he wanted to see you again! Excitement filled you up and a certain sense of… No, you decided to ignore that second feeling entirely. Not realizing it would stay with you, like a mouse in the attic, slowly gnawing its way through the walls…
That evening you waited in front of your apartment building, wearing a little black dress, high heels and your hair down. It had taken you over an hour to decide on this simple outfit, wondering what you should wear for a discreet meeting with Endeavor. Excitement still fluttered around in your stomach, ever since his phone call that afternoon.
You had made your deadline, yes, but you knew your boss would have your ass tomorrow for the horrible conclusion you had written to that article. It had been impossible to concentrate with all the memories of your last encounter with Endeavor swirling around in your mind.
A black car with blinded windows stopped in front of you and the driver got out to open the car door for you.
“Thank you,” you told the man who was wearing a black suit, black hat and sunglasses, even though the darkness of evening was already roaming the streets of Tokyo.
The drive was longer than you had expected, making sure that you were absolutely ensnared by your nerves by the time the chauffeur stopped the car at the designated parking area in front of the hotel.
Once again, he opened your car door and held out his hand to help you out of your seat.
You walked into the hotel and marveled at its luxury. A large crystal chandelier hung in the center of the reception area and the dark walls were adorned with golden decorations.
“Ahum.” A small cough behind you almost made you jump out of your heels. Turning around you saw it was an elderly man whose path you were blocking.
“I am ever so sorry, sir,” you told him, bowing your head to him, while you stepped aside.
‘God, I must look like an idiot,’ you thought, making your way to the reception.
“Good evening, madam, how may I be of assistance to you?” the man at the front desk smiled at you.
“Good evening,” you replied, “I’m looking for room number 714, please.”
“Of course, ma’am, that is on the seventh floor, which you can reach by using the elevator. When you exit the elevator you turn to the right, and you will find the room at the end of the hallway on your lefthand side. The other guest already checked in and is waiting for you in the room. Shall I ring the room to let them know you are on the way?”
“No, thank you, that won’t be necessary,” you replied, as you bowed to the desk clerk and made your way to the elevator.
After following the desk clerk’s directions, you ended up in front of the door of room 714. You tried to swallow away your nerves, but it felt like the lump in your throat was there to stay. You gently knocked on the door, and it opened immediately. As if Endeavor, or Enji, had been waiting for you behind it.
“Hi’, you stammered, as Enji opened the door to let you in.
“Hello,” he replied, and you felt a little reassured as his nerves were also clearly visible. He had a worried frown on his forehead instead of his natural angry one, and his voice was trembling. And even though it was slightly, you still managed to pick up on it.
You stood in the middle of the room, looking around and once again marveling at the luxury of the hotel. The curtains were elegantly draped around the windows, so you could look outside and see the Tokyo skyline yet making it practically impossible for people to look into the room. At the right side of the room stood the large bed you were sure you were going to end up in. In the middle of the room there was a settee, two chairs and a glass coffee table. There was an ice bucket on the coffee table with an expensive looking bottle of champagne in it.
“Would you like a glass?” Enji asked, as he saw your gaze had landed upon the champagne.
“I’d love to,” you replied, grateful to have something to take the edge of your nerves, “Do you drink, being a hero and all?”
“Usually, I don’t drink, no,” he replied, “but for tonight I’ve told my sidekicks to keep watch, so I won’t be called in for hero-work.”
“Oh, right, that makes sense.” You giggled nervously, as Enji poured the both of you a glass of champagne.
You sat down on the settee, Enji sitting down next to you. His proximity made you bring your legs together, as if you wanted to hide your clear attraction to him. Yet, you arched your back a little without thinking, bringing your chest forward. Enji’s eyes quickly shot over to your breasts, before focusing on your face again.
Your eyes had him mesmerized and he still couldn’t name the thing that made him so overcome with tension to see you. His body temperature was usually higher than that of normal people, due to his hellflame quirk, but sitting so close to you it felt like he actually had a fever.
He swallowed thickly before he said: “So, uhm… how are you doing?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Work’s been crazy, so that keeps me busy. You?”
“Same for me, work keeps me busy,” his low baritone answered.
The two of you sat in awkward silence, slowly sipping from your champagne.
You decided to take the first step and lay your hand high upon his muscular thigh.
“So, I really enjoyed last time,” you whispered, “I thought about it a lot.”
Enji swallowed again, before replying: “Oh right. Yes, me too. It felt… really good.”
You took his glass from him and put it down on the glass coffee table together with your own and kneeled down in front of him.
“What are you…” Enji asked, but you shushed him as your hands reached for his belt, slowly unbuckling it and opening his pants.
He helped you in pulling his pants and boxers down. Your hands massaged his thighs, giving yourself a good feel of his muscles. His thick cock was already half hard as you started trailing kisses up on his legs. Enji moaned as you got to his groin area, giving little kitten licks around his cock, agonizingly slowly tracing your tongue up on his cock, before gently kissing the tip.
You took his dick into your mouth trying to fit in all of it. He reached deep into your throat, almost making you gag and moan at the same time. Just thinking about his size had led you to masturbate over it several times during the last couple of weeks.
You traced your mouth up and down his shaft, your tongue twirling around it.
“Damn,” Enji grumbled, and you remembered he said that last time as well. This was probably his way of telling you you were hitting all the right spots. You felt his dick twitching as you sucked on it. Enji’s groans reverberated in your head as he thrusted deep into your throat, tears filling your eyes, wetness pooling in your panties.
His thick cum filled up your mouth and throat, the creamy taste of it lingering on your tongue, as you let go of his cock with a slight popping sound.
Enji put his hand under your chin, forcing your lips to meet his. Your hands rested on his thighs, squeezing them, as you let him taste himself on your tongue.
He grabbed your hands to help you stand up and guide you towards the bed. He turned you around and pulled your back into his broad chest, his arms almost swallowing up your entire frame. Not that you were a petite girl, anything but to be honest, but he was just that large compared to you.
He kissed your neck and left little hickeys here and there, as if he needed to claim you for himself. As if to show the world how you were his, without them even knowing the hickeys belonged to the hero Endeavor.
His hands slid to the back of your dress and unzipped it, making the black fabric flutter down your body to the ground, leaving you standing in nothing but your black lace lingerie. Enji’s hands traced up and down your form, caressing your arms, sides, hips, collarbones, back, all the while still kissing down your neck. You held your head to the side, breathing ins deeply as his fingertips traced every sensitive spot on your body.
He unhooked your bra and tossed it across the room, before massaging your breasts and rolling your nipples in between his fingertips. You pressed your scarcely dressed ass against his dick, which was already hardening again.
Enji gently pushed you to sit down on your hands and knees on the large soft bed. You felt the silk sheets underneath your hands and grabbed handfuls of it, as you felt Enji’s fingers pushing your panties to the side.
You threw your head back in ecstasy as one of his digits entered you.
“More,” you immediately begged him. Enji obliged and added another digit inside your wet cunt, slowly moving in and out.
“More,” you moaned, “I need more Enji, please.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and looked at the slick on them, before licking it off. He lined his cock up to your wet pussy, teasing you first, by stroking the tip against the soft plush flesh of your entrance.
“Please, Enji,” you pleaded, “I need to feel my number one hero inside of me, please.”
Not being able to remain his stoic and cold demeanor, he caved. Your begging pleas and simultaneous praise making it impossible for him to continue on teasing you.
High-pitched moans left your body as he entered you roughly, deeply, wantonly. Without thinking or restraint Enji tore your panties off, leaving your backside bare, his enormous hands immediately covering them completely. Enji pulled your ass cheeks apart, showing him the exact point of where his dick entered your cunt. Seeing the way he was stretching you made him lose all his inhibitions and he his thrusts became more erratic and faster.
“Please, spank me.”
The request hung in the air, as Enji stopped moving.
“Are you sure?” he asked you.
“Yes, yes, please, I need you to spank me, Enji, please…” you moaned, sliding your cunt towards the tip of his dick, before sliding back, your butt touching his groin.
Seeing you take him in completely woke up a primal urge in Enji. No one had been able to take him this well, not even his wife and mother to his children, Rei.
The sound of his hand landing on your ass was loud. You felt the shape of his hand form on your butt cheek. The sensation stung, but also sent a shiver down your spine as you focused on it.
SMACK
Another slap landed on your other butt cheek, making you arch your back. Enji grabbed a hold of your hair and pulled you back even more, so he could whisper in your ear:
“Are you truly that desperate for me?”
Whether it was his low, rumbling voice, the way he was holding your hair, or the fact that he buried his thick and long cock to the hilt inside of you, you moaned loudly, arching your back even more, begging: “Yesss, yesss, Enji, pleeeaaase, more, I want more, I need more…”
He bit down on your shoulder as he pulled out completely, leaving you feeling empty and whining at the sudden lack of contact.
“No-…” you couldn’t finish your complaint, as Enji pushed into you with vigor. You hissed at the sting of him stretching your pussy so far, but the pain brought you intense pleasure. He was so large, his dick touched every single sensitive spot in your cunt.
You felt your wetness leak down your legs. The wet, sopping sounds of him pushing in and pulling out, the soft slaps of his groin against your pussy, combined with the spanking, Enji's loud grunting, and your own moans made for a sensual, pornographic show that you enjoyed to no end.
“You’re so big, so strong,” you whimpered in between receiving his thrusts, knowing how those words would egg him on, how desperate he was for them.
No one ever praised him the way you did. Especially not any woman he had been intimate with. It had always felt dutiful, not something he could truly enjoy. But ever since that first time he had been close to you, inside of you, he knew this is what sex should feel like.
“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned as Enji felt your cunt clench tightly around his cock. A sense of pride overtook him, feeling and knowing that it was because of him you felt this ecstasy, knowing it was his dick and his movements that were sending you over the edge.
What he hadn’t expected, nor ever experienced, was what came next.
He felt your cunt spasm around his dick, a sense of pressure against his tip, followed by a surge of your fluids coating not only his cock, but also his lower abdomen.
Had he made you… squirt?
Enji couldn’t even take a breath before he filled you up with his seed. He panted and grunted loudly at the intensity of his orgasm. His hands were on your hips as he fucked your combined fluids deep into you.
You had already fallen forward on the bed, your head buried in the sheets as you practically shouted into them with overstimulation, your hands grasping a hold of the sheets, as if you would cease to exist if you’d let go of them.
Enji bent over you, softly kissing your back, as the both of you tried to calm down from your climaxes. Your breathing slowed down and you fell down on your side on the bed, as Enji pulled out of you and let go of your hips. He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside you.
He gently stroked your hair out of your face and lay his hand on your cheek.
“Are you okay?” he asked, insecurity overtaking him as soon as he had pulled out of you.
You opened your eyes, connecting yours to his bright turquoise ones. Your hand found its way to his short, crimson hair, that was no longer sticking up in spikes but stuck to his sweaty forehead.
“More okay than I’ve ever been,” you replied, with a blissed-out smile, gently stroking his wet hair, “you?”
“There’s something special about you,” he whispered as he gently took you in his arms, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Is that a good thing?” you asked him, already knowing the answer after all that had happened just now.
“The best thing ever,” he replied, pulling you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.