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It’s late when the next shift arrives and you’re yawning. Though you won’t admit it to your coworker, or even yourself, you’ve been running yourself ragged. Juggling the convenience store job in the morning and then hurrying to the internet café for your second job. Even working two jobs, it’s tough.
You spare your coworker a brief good night and you step outside. Out of the crowded internet café, with its packed cubicles and quiet murmurs, into the cool night air. It’s so quiet that your ears ring for a moment.
Lingering outside of the café, you take a deep breath of that chilled air and exhale in a sigh. You want to go home. You want to just collapse onto your bed and eat the premade meal that you scored from the convenience store after your shift. As much as your body aches and you struggle to keep your eyes open, you know that going home will have to wait.
The city is expensive when you’re living on your own. Working two jobs, you still weren’t making enough to live comfortably so you took on a side gig. Something easy, but something that can make you decent money.
The containers in your bag quietly clink together as you begin walking down the street, passing beneath the glow of the streetlights. Pulling out your phone, you check the message again. A text from an unlisted number with a time, location, and the number of units they need. Three medium sized containers, the alley tucked between the karaoke bar and the udon place.
There aren’t many people out, this late at night. A lot of the businesses have closed for the day so there isn’t much traffic on the sidewalk. Looking ahead, you don’t see anyone on this side of the street. Normally, you wouldn’t mind being alone, but something feels “off”.
Tucking your hands into your pockets, you walk a bit faster. There’s nothing to worry about. You’ve done this plenty of times and no one has ever bothered you before. Still, the tiny hairs at the back of your neck are lifting and your skin is prickling. You just need to get to the rendezvous point, get your payment, hand over the containers, and then you can go home.
The feeling persists as you continue down the street, a nervous clenching in your gut. Your pulse begins to accelerate as you draw closer to the udon place. The lights are off there, as well as the karaoke bar next door, so you know that there won’t be any potential witnesses. You still can’t shake this feeling, though.
It reminds you of the first time you met with a customer. The paranoia eating away at your stomach, the cold sweat that had broken out on your skin. That same paranoia is making you look over your shoulder now, making your hands curl into fists in your pockets. Your nails bite into your palms, the pain a welcome distraction from your growing anxiety.
Make the exchange, go home. Quick and easy. With the money you make tonight, you’ll be able to treat yourself to something nice tomorrow. Maybe you’ll go to the udon place, if you have time.
Turning the corner into the alley, you look ahead into the darkness. Your hand closes around your phone and you draw it out, fumbling for a moment to try to turn on the flashlight. The glow is dull within the dimness of the alley and you venture forward at a cautious pace, listening for a moment.
Your steps halt when you hear heavy footsteps further down the alley. Your heart leaps into your throat when you see the flames ignite and illuminate the broad-shouldered figure of the number one hero. It’s then that you turn to run, moving so quickly that you almost fall in your panic. You don’t make it far.
Heavy, loud footsteps approach you rapidly and you don’t even make it to the alley opening. A hand grabs the back of your jacket and you’re hauled backwards off your feet. He turns you and shifts his grip to the front of your jacket, pinning your back against the wall as only the flames on his face stay lit.
The heat radiating off of him and the powerful hand holding you in place make you wince. You squirm, your back rubbing against the outer wall of the karaoke bar, and you grit your teeth. A leg lifts on reflex, the bottom of your shoe slamming against hard abdominal muscles and making no impact.
“Let me go! Please let me go! It’s a mistake! I didn’t do anything wrong!” Words are spilling from your lips in a mad pleading for release.
“Be quiet.” His voice is low and commanding, making you flinch. Endeavor glares down at you, the flames on his face making him appear even more intimidating. Sharp teal eyes flick up and down your form as his other hand moves to grab your bag.
The bag hits the ground, the containers clanking together, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Anxiety has your stomach twisting into knots, your mind racing as you try to think of some way out of this. You were able to stay off the heroes’ radar for so long and now you might be thrown in prison.
Before you can get another word out, he turns you again and your front is pushed against the cold wall. Your cheek is pressed to the rough surface, both hands pinned against your back. He’s leaning in close, pressing his hips against the back of yours. The feeling of a warm bulge rubbing the curve of your butt sends a rush of adrenaline and heat through your body.
Endeavor brings his mouth near your ear and speaks again. “Look at you. Working in back alleys with villains, skulking around this late at night alone. Someone like you needs direction. Someone like you needs discipline.”
“Wh-what?! Wait! Wait a second!” You can feel his hips move back and you squirm, your panic rising. The grip on your wrists tightens harshly. There’s a moment of agonizing silence and your pulse hammers in your ears.
A hard impact against your ass makes your almost scream. Biting the inside of your cheek, you can feel the heat of his palm against your butt. You can feel his fingers digging into the meat of your bottom before his hand draws away to smack it again. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he continues, setting a pace that has you squirming and almost squealing at the stinging pain.
Worse than the pain is the feeling between your legs. The tingle that comes with each smack, the slick drooling out of your opening and soaking into your panties, the way your cunt clenches around emptiness. Heat is gradually building in your lower abdomen and when you feel his fingers dig into your flesh through your pants, you let out a quiet whine.
Behind you, he scoffs. “Such a needy little thing.” Endeavor’s breath fans against the back of your neck as he massages a cheek, feeling the heat radiating off your skin through the fabric. A smirk curves his lips as he pats it, enjoying how you jolt and moan. Whether in pain or pleasure, he doesn’t care.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” His hand squeezes your wrists, making you squirm against the wall.
“I’m…I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Just please let me go!” You can’t let him know how hot it feels between your legs, how wet the crotch of your panties is. It’s bad enough that you moaned, but if he realizes just how much that “discipline” affected you, you’ll never be able to live down the embarrassment. Desperation leaks into your voice when you say, “I’ll do anything!”
It's exactly what he wanted to hear from you. A chuckle vibrates against your back and Endeavor’s mouth draws close to your ear. “Don’t think that I haven’t noticed. I can feel you squirming against me. I heard that pathetic little whimper you made.”
One hand continues to hold your wrists while the other moves to the front of your pants. It’s with quick, fluid movements that he has your pants open and pushes them down your legs with your panties, making them settle around your knees. A harsh push forward has your hips pinned to the wall and you can feel the cold night air caress your sensitive skin as he nudges your ankles farther apart.
His hand settles on your inner thigh, so close to your dripping pussy that it makes you sharply inhale. Endeavor smirks behind you, slowly sliding his hand higher. He can feel it beneath his fingertips. The way your slick is running from between your lower lips, the heat coming off of you. It’s enough to help him decide his next move.
He pushes his hand against your mound, his fingers pressing at your wet lower lips and teasing your entrance with one fingertip. “You want it, don’t you? I can feel you trying to squeeze down on it. Move your hips like a good girl and take it, if that’s what you want.”
It’s a test. This moment is going to decide your fate. Are you going to be good and fuck yourself on his fingers or are you going to be a brat and refuse him? If you refuse him, you’ll be spending the night at the police station.
He’s been following you for a while. When more and more instances popped up where villains and petty criminals were using smoke bombs, it drew the attention of the pro heroes in the area. These were very obviously quirk-created smoke bombs because they were like nothing that anyone had seen before.
Endeavor became hyper vigilant, watching for any shady dealings in his area, and that’s when he happened to spot you. The first time he laid eyes on you, you were slinking into an alley to meet with someone sketchy. He watched you for weeks; trying to decide exactly what he wanted to do with you. Then it was all a matter of preparing.
Look at you. Squirming with indecision and arousal, panting as you fight with yourself about what you should do. With those small black horns, dark sclera. You might be off-putting to some, but after watching you for so long, Endeavor feels an attachment to you. Turning you in, having you tossed into jail for being involved in so many crimes, would be a waste. You just need direction and he will gladly take it upon himself to provide it, so long as you’re prepared to give him something in return.
You close your eyes tightly as you lift your hips and move them forward. The tip of his middle finger brushes your clit and you tense up, biting the inside of your cheek. That heat collecting in your lower abdomen coils tighter, burns brighter, when you begin to slide down his finger. It’s thick as it pushes past your lower lips and it’s hot against your inner walls.
“Ngh…” You’re able to feel your walls stretching to accommodate his thick finger as you sink lower. There’s an obscene wet sound as you push yourself down to his knuckles and go still for a moment. Your breathing is uneven, your body trembling as your muscles squeeze around his finger.
Endeavor lets you move slowly at first, moving your hips up and down to glide your pussy along his finger. When he huffs, it’s the only warning you get before his finger pulls out of you and there’s a rustling behind you. Your hands are released and he hooks his arms beneath your knees to lift you up.
Your chest rubs against the wall as he hauls you off your feet, spreading your thighs wide and planting your knees against the rough surface in front of you. Both hands lift to brace against the wall. “Wait…wait, what are you doing? Endeavor-!” Something warm and stiff presses between your lower lips, gliding through your slick with ease as he bucks his hips.
Before he can go further, you both tense at the sound of voices beyond the alley opening. A hand lifts to cover your mouth, his lips beside your ear and warm breath against your neck. “Don’t make a sound. You don’t want to be seen, do you? Open and dripping in public like this.”
You nod, but you can feel his hips rock forward to grind himself between your lower lips. Out in the street, there are people walking home from a bar. They’re loud and joking around with each other while you feel the head of Endeavor’s cock push between your lower lips. It’s hot against your sensitive skin and when it slips forward to brush against your clit, your body jolts with a spark of pleasure.
“Stay quiet, Y/N,” he murmurs beside your ear.
It shouldn’t feel so good, but you can’t deny the heat in your lower half. The desire eating away at you as you lift your hips a little, grinding your clit against his tip. You can hear him hiss beside your ear and you’re rewarded for your boldness. Endeavor begins to roll his hips, rubbing the tip against you and letting your slick run down his length.
You know what he’s going to do and your toes curl in your shoes when he moves his hips for a better angle. The hot head of his member presses past your lower lips and he begins to push inside. The initial stretch stings and you can’t help squirming, but you feel his mouth against the side of your neck. Rough kisses and promises that it will stop hurting soon.
He starts with shallow, slow thrusts that make you whine at the back of your throat. It’s nowhere near stimulating enough, but you can feel your muscles slowly adjusting to his size. He’s thick and a decent length. You can hear the wet sound your pussy makes every time he sinks into you.
Your legs are still being held open, knees to the wall. Your back is pinned against Endeavor’s chest, one of his hands still over your mouth. When he roughly plunges all the way in, you’re glad that he kept his hand there. A mix between a moan and a cry are muffled by his palm, that thrust into you being so sudden and rough that it was like a punch.
Endeavor’s patience wears thin, feeling how tight and wet you are around his length. He presses his hand tighter over your mouth as he starts to move faster. He’s able to hold you in place like a toy as he fucks you, feeling you writhe against his chest and hearing your muffled whimpers and moaning. After spending months wondering what it would sound like, wondering what this would feel like, it’s so difficult for him to use self-control.
There’s a tension rapidly building in your lower half. Each rough thrust has him rubbing against your walls, grinding against a spot that has you seeing stars. You shakily lift a hand from the wall and reach back, caught up in the moment. Your fingers tangle into his crimson hair, tugging at it as you feel yourself start to cum. Muscles clench and spasm, slick gushes out around his cock, as you’re overwhelmed by a surge of pleasure.
He groans against your neck and speeds up his thrusts, fucking you with desperation. It’s been so long since he’s felt a nice, warm cunt wrapped around his cock. You’re so tight, so wet, and it almost feels like you’re sucking on him. He can feel himself getting closer and he doesn’t want to pull out, but he knows that it can’t be helped. Until he’s sure that you’ll agree to his terms, he can’t take any chances.
At the last second, he pulls out and releases onto your thigh. It’s hot against your skin, making you squirm as it runs down your leg. When he sets you down, your legs are shaking and you turn to lean your shoulder against the wall. Endeavor is standing across the alley, tucking himself back into his hero suit.
When his turquoise eyes lift to settle on you, heat rises to your face and you look away. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, so please just let me go. I won’t do it again-”
“Tomorrow night,” he starts, drawing his phone out. Endeavor presses the screen a few times and, to your horror, you can hear your phone chiming with a new message. “When you leave the internet café, go to this address so we can discuss this further.” There’s a sternness to his tone, a scowl twisting his lips. “Don’t make me hunt you down.”
You listen to the heavy thud of his footsteps as he walks to the alley opening, shivering from the cold night air and the fear coursing through your veins. Post-coital clarity makes you realize just how twisted this evening has been. Endeavor knew you would be here, he knew your name, he has your number in his phone!
Before tonight, you’d never spoken to him before. You know his agency is in the general area, but you’ve never crossed paths with him. The fact that he knew so much about you makes you quickly realize that this rendezvous with a customer was a trap all along. How long has he been watching you? What is he planning?
With one hand, you drag your pants and panties back up. Your other hand grips your phone, your eyes focused on the address that he sent you. If he knows that you’re supplying villains with smoke screens, he could’ve taken you to jail tonight. He had a reason for not doing it and that realization makes you tremble.