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February 2025 Drabble #3
🕑 Added 2025-02-14 08:46:57 +0000 UTCEndeavor/AllSmite – thigh fucking; villain!AllMight; exhibitionism – AllSmite won and he intents to let everybody know.
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Endeavor is slammed into the ground and the whole world spins around him. His head is throbbing. It feels like it might have split open like an overripe watermelon.
An intense weight slams down on his hips, forcing all the air out of him with a gurgling oof.
AllSmite’s hands are huge and hard as they grab him around the neck, ostensibly to strangle the last bit of life out of him.
Endeavor closes his eyes. He lifts his arms with an effort that feels unreal, clutching at AllSmite’s forearms.
The other pauses in squeezing down on Endeavor’s throat when he feels how kitten weak he has become.
“Hm.”
Quiet follows. Endeavor blinks his eyes open and is startled to find AllSmite’s expressionless face hovering over him, staring at him from up-close. His mouth is in a tight, firm line, head tilting left and right like a bird as he surveys him from every angle.
“Interesting.”
He turns his head again, peering around and over his shoulder. At the onlookers? Endeavor blinks; it’s like his brain is oozing out of his ears. He can barely comprehend where they even are at this point, much less make sense of his lunatic.
He blinks again. One moment AllSmite is looming above him, blotting out the sun. The next he is… not. He is gone, but not entirely because Endeavor feels how his legs get grabbed and lifted.
He braces himself for another attack but instead AllSmite puts them over one of his broad shoulders and shuffles in until his body is pressed hot and hard against Endeavor’s.
“Watch!” he calls out in a booming voice. “Watch and see what I do to your strongest fighter!”
Endeavor blinks again. He hears the rip of his suit more than he feels it; but the slotting of a hot, naked cock between his even hotter, naked thighs gets his attention quickly despite it all.
His mouth opens and closes again, no word coming past his lips as AllSmite proceeds to use him on national television. No hesitation, no gloating – well, no more gloating.
Endeavor can’t quite see his face. He is kneeling up against the sharp glare of the sun and trying to look at him means making himself feel like white hot needles are being rammed right into his brain matter.
He closes his eyes again but that makes it worse. The darkness accentuates the feeling of the massive cock between his thighs.
He doesn’t mean to tense up but he must be because suddenly AllSmite is exhaling roughly. “Aren’t you just a common little whore? Tensing up for me… yeah… your thighs are wondrous.”
Endeavor clenches his teeth. He wants to tell him to shut up – but all that escapes him is a defeated little groan when AllSmite picks up speed.
