2nd Drabble of February 2020 (Patreon)

Endeavor has been fighting against Shota’s capture weapon for a good half hour now, and finally it looks like he is about to tucker himself out. Shota watches him from beneath heavy, tired eyelids while he suckles at one of the little meal packages he’s always stored on his person.

“Your struggling is highly illogical,” he murmurs barely intelligible during a lull in Endeavor’s grunting and groaning. The #1 hero has stopped trying to scream and threaten his way out of the situation just five minutes in, just focusing on keeping his strength and trying to rip Shota’s capture weapon apart with his bare hands.

Endeavor without his flames is a fascinating sight. Shota is not surprised that it entertains him as much as it does.

He sucks the last of his mango flavored paste and throws it in the garbage when Endeavor doesn’t answer. He is hanging in Shota’s bonds, sweating bullets. Usually he would have been able to fight for hours on end against being tied up to the ceiling like a nice little package, but Shota’s Quirk did have a small weakening effect next to the erasure of Quirks, and it shows.

Shota moves his fingers slowly, intricately, and the capture weapon follows suit like the fine tuned instrument it is. Sharp edges slice along Endeavor’s suit, and before long it bursts open over the swell of his impressive chest, tits all but spilling out like a lady’s.

Endeavor flushes as red as if he had his Quirk, a vein of pure, unadulterated rage pulsing on his temple.

“LET GO OF ME!” he booms and tries to struggle again, but all he manages is to rip his skin tight suit even more along the edge of the little split. It’s like the fabric had just been waiting for the smallest opportunity to burst open like an overripe fruit and finally give up the struggle of trying to contain all of Endeavor’s muscles.

Shota hums.

“Wouldn’t make any sense to let you go now, would it?” he mumbles while he starts to round him so he can look at him from all angles. “I’ve gone through the trouble of detaining you for the last half hour. Why should I let you go now that I got you where I want you?”

He’s not a villain, but he very well could become one just to fuck around with the #1 hero. There is something disturbingly freeing about making Enji Todoroki his bitch.

The split has crawled its way down Endeavor’s hard, muscled belly and ends just when it becomes interesting; the faintest trace of fire red pubes curling out of the suit.

Shota gently moves his fingers, and the capture weapon begins to saw against the curve of Endeavor’s meaty ass. Soon enough the suit gives up (Shota imagines a sigh of relief from the fabric) and splits open here as well, Endeavor’s cheeks spilling out of the fabric; thick and muscled and delicious with the faintest hint of red fur between them.

Absolutely delicious.