add a little... endeavor dub con...
(warning: dub con but not to you, gender neutral but terms like pretty and cute are used)
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Always thinking about how fun it would be to fangirl Endeavor. So easy, too. How his image is more tailored to the interests of little boys, which means he isn’t used to the idea of someone so pretty choosing him as their favorite.
He’s so harsh and bold, all thick lines and sinew, so how sweet would it be to sit on his lap at a meet and greet? To wrap your arms around his wide neck with a cheeky smile for a picture? He’s flustered, this never really having happened before, so his hands sort of end up on your waist, cheek close to yours beside that naturally-possessive glare.
He thinks that’s the end of it. Thinks that the last he’ll see of your smile is once the photograph is printed, you’ve squealed, and then you’ve left—an odd experience, but not necessarily… unwelcome. I mean, what kind of man doesn’t appreciate such attention?
But you manage to catch him again. Turn up at his agency with a bunch of files he never ends up looking at. The secretary is just about to turn you away when he shows up, the golden elevator doors sliding open right before their lips form the word “no,” and you’re breaking out into a smile when you see him.
“Endeavor,” is what you call the second he takes a step forward, voice sweet on his ears as you immediately disregard the front desk to skip to his side like you own the place. “Just the man I was looking for!”
You don’t hesitate to slot your hand in his, nor do you when you push him right back to where he came from. There is a second Endeavor thinks that maybe he should stop you, turn you away, and yell… but again, he is stooped by your complete lack of shame, and it’s no sooner that you’ve pressed against his bicep that you’re hitting some touchscreen button and the elevator is shooting it’s way upward.
Later, he tells himself that you forced yourself into his lap, that everything was unwarranted and unexplained… but in the moment, he can’t deny how cute you seem when you sit him down in his desk chair, or how stunned he is that he actually lets you.
Your cute ass on his spandex-covered crotch, breath shallow and warm, he doesn’t even blink as you take his hands and plant them on your ass… and then press your mouth to his.
