Extension Drabble #2 February 2019 (Patreon)

“W-what kind of hero would-”

“I’m not at work right now,” Shota mumbles distractedly as he rounds Endeavor to get a better look at his ass. He needs to pay attention to where the strings of his capture weapon move so he doesn’t tangle everything up, but at this point it is just second nature, really.

Endeavor sputters, trying to keep an eye on Shota.

“What the Hell is that supposed to mean?!”

It sounds like he wants to boom it but he barely manages a weak croak. He is overwhelmed with the situation and it shows; especially when he is lowered to a height where Shota can easily grab hands full of his ass and spread his cheeks apart to have a look at what he’s offering.

The red fur that Shota had gotten a glimpse of earlier becomes marginally thicker in Endeavor’s crack. He can only imagine how humid and fragrant this space becomes when Enji has spent the day fighting crime.

The thought has his belly do a low, delicious flip that aches in all the best ways. Shota likes them disgusting and reeking.

Endeavor’s hole is plump but tight to the touch. He is obviously unused to getting it played with. It makes him wonder if he’s the first to get his fingers on it. The thought has the fire burning low in his guts flare up considerably.

“What are you doing?” Enji’s voice is trembling. He keeps trying to twist around and see what Shota is up to, but the binds of his capture weapon keep him nicely contained. It only needs a twist of Shota’s fingers around the loops to have it move and spread Endeavor’s legs further apart.

It is accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric and Endeavor’s sharp inhale. As Shota watches, he can suddenly see the #1 hero’s cock and balls spill out between his thighs. His junk is as massive as the rest of his body.

“What do you think?” Shota answers calmly, then leans in and stuffs his face between Endeavor’s cheeks and drags his tongue across his hole without hesitation.

The surprisingly high-pitched cry Endeavor makes is muffled by the fat cheeks of his muscular ass.

“S-Stop it! Fuck!” Enji begins to struggle again, but his efforts are interspersed with little whines of distress.

Shota slowly pulls back. There’s a string of saliva connecting the tip of his tongue to Endeavor’s now wet hole. The fire red fur around it is flattened against his skin.

Shota’s thumb slowly slides over, dragging in little circles around the pout of Enji’s asshole.

“Hm. Do you use this vocabulary at home?” he asks mildly interested. He can see the muscles in Enji’s massive thighs trembling, but he doesn’t have the strength to close them like he wants to as long as Shota is keeping his eyes on him. “I haven’t noticed Shoto cursing a lot, but I would prefer if my students are not subject to these expletives in their home lives…”

Enji becomes curiously quiet then, other than the sound of his heavy breaths. Shota lets him think about it while starting to try and push his thumb into that wet little clench.

“So this is what… what this is about. You want to punish me like everybody else for what I did to him.” Enji’s voice sounds curiously tinny.

Shota pauses midway to stuffing his face between Enji’s cheeks again and says slowl: “I am concerned for my students. … You sound disappointed.”

“Tchk!” is all the answer he gets but he feels like this hit closer to home than Endeavor would ever be comfortable to admit. Maybe he thought Shota was hot for him (which he… is).

Shota doesn’t say any more and simply pushes back in. The aura of ‘pouty little boy’ radiating off of Endeavor in spades crumbles away the second he gets a tongue up his ass and is being rocked in his bindings by Shota trying his utmost to get as deep as possible into the #1’s ass.

His insides are as damnably hot as all the nerds on the porn sites Shota frequents had been speculating on. It’s like magma closing in around his tongue, squeezing tight and trying to push him back out.

A slap to his ass has him startle and relax in surprise, giving Shota the opportunity to fuck his tongue back in while he reaches down between Enji’s legs and cups his massive ballsac. It is heavy and large. He can barely fit one of the fat nuts into his palm. The sensation is as alien as it is exciting.

He works him over slowly, his usual tiredness never leaving him even when he is molesting a fellow hero. The space between Enji’s cheeks is hot and fragrant. Shota could suffocate himself in the #1’s hairy ass crack and he would say thank you. Not that he’d ever let Endeavor know.

When he pulls back, he realizes just how badly he had needed to breathe again. The pounding headache that had crept up on him slowly retreats as oxygen once again fills his lungs.

He wipes his arm over his mouth and slowly begins to walk again, rounding Endeavor hanging pitifully in his bindings.

He’s completely forgotten about his tits hanging out, so the sight of his plump pecs spilled out of his ruined suit startles him in the best way possible.

He reaches out and cups one, then pinches one plump, rusty red nipple. Endeavor groans very softly, his painfully blue eyes glancing up at Shota. He looks strangely… broken.

“I think you enjoy this, #1,” Shota murmurs. He can see how Enji’s brain is working to try and parse what he’s just mumbled. He looks like a himbo. Shota wonders if Endeavor has any idea how much money he could make on those porn sites if he put down the mantle of #1 and just embraced his career in adult film making. He doubts it, but the thought is nice even so.

“I am not-”

“You had your Quirk back since I was face first in your ass,” Shota interrupts him gently, a tired smile stretching his mouth. He gives Enji’s tit another tight squeeze. “And you didn’t use it. And you are still not using it. And do you want to know why?”

Enji just quietly stares at him. Shota moves the fingers of his other hand still entangled in his capture weapon, and the bindings are moving obediently, sliding and shifting until Enji’s ass is lowered some and he is almost upright.

“Because you want this. You have wanted this to happen for years now. Decades. People know you want it up the ass; they’ve always known. They’ve only been too terrified of you to tell you the truth. The only one that had been denying it to the very end is… you, Endeavor.”

He lets go of Enji’s tit and cups his face instead. He is still just staring, flames sputtering along his shoulders but never truly igniting. He looks terrified and horrified and indignant in one.

Shota sighs and pats his cheek a bit more sharply; just shy of slapping him.

“You’ve wanted to be someone’s bitch for so long and now you can finally have it without feeling bad for it. Hmmm… I might have a proposition for you.”

He stares quietly into Enji’s eyes; they look like chips of blue ice, pupils small with adrenaline.

“I give you what you want. Which is someone to take the reigns. Show you what to do and where to go. Someone to give you the dicking that you’ve been begging for for years. And in exchange you leave my students alone. You’ll leave Shoto alone.”

Enji is just quietly staring still. It is like he’s forgotten how to talk. Shota watches him quietly, then suddenly moves his fingers and the bindings let Endeavor down abruptly enough to have him thump to the ground on all fours.

“Present, Endeavor. #1 hero.”

Enji stares at the ground between his hands, then suddenly moves; ass lifting in invitation while he hides his face against his massive biceps.

Shota is a kid compared to him; a thin stick of a very tired man that Endeavor could break over his knee, but he folds to him like a wet paper towel.

Offering up his red furred ass and his virgin hole.

Shota sighs softly, fingers sliding through Enji’s bright red hair briefly as he walks past him and gets in position. It’s not difficult to open the front of his jumpsuit and get his cock out.

He’s gentle with him. Endeavor’s whole body is trembling with the sobs he is trying to suppress.

Shota suspects that it is some kind of catharsis for the big man; finally getting his hairy little hole speared on cock. There’s no lube other than Shota’s spit, so it has to burn. Shota gently pats his hip, then spreads Enji’s cheeks wide to watch himself sink into the molten insides of his body.

“You made a good deal,” he mumbles sleepily but he doesn’t know if Endeavor even understands him right now.