Endeavor Thirst - Tumblr Posts

enji and dolly parton for the thirst drabbles 🥴

Do you realise how daunting it is writing Endeavor for you? I was like internally screaming. (but I channel DILF Bakugou so I hope it okay ehehe)

“Why do you hate Dolly so much?” You sipped at your wine as you watched the Queen perform below.

When you’d asked Endeavor if he would come and see Dolly Parton with you, you’d never imagined him to hire out the entire VIP area of the arena. Giving you both what felt like your own private performance for the country singer, the crowd seeming so small from your position above them. At first he had said he’d book the entire show, much to your dismay, not wanting to ruin it for the other fans gleefully waiting for her return.

“I don’t.” He raised his glass to his lips, the ice clinking against the side as he took a large swig.

“I think you do.” You stood from your seat beside him as you stood in front of Enji, turning your back to him as you took a seat on top of him.

Enji placing his glass of whisky down on the table beside him as you moved to sit on his lap, looking down as Dolly continued to sing, the crowds below holding lighters and cell phones up in the air as they felt the music. Your lips curving into a smile as you tried to imagine Endeavor going down into the crowd with you, to feel the real experience.

“We should go down there instead,” You smiled, feeling the way Enji stiffened in displeasure at the thought.

“You’re not enjoying yourself in here with me?” He rasped, his lips brushing against your ear as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you further back onto his lap. Your ass brushing against the growing bulge beneath the expensive jeans he wore.

“I didn’t say that,” You murmured, reaching your arm back so you can wrap your palm around his thick neck, grinding yourself back against his lap as his large palms grasp your waist. Pushing you down harder against the very evident bulge between his thighs. The gentle guitar playing in the background as you moved your hips to the sound of the music, pulling a soft grunt from your lover’s lips.

“Why would you want to go down there,” He whispered against your ear huskily, his thick fingers already slipping underneath the pretty floral dress you wore, “When you could be here.”

Gasping when his fingers met your panties, pressing against the crotch as you rolled your hips against him. Feeling his lips pressing hot kisses against your exposed neck as he began to stroke gentle circles against your clit through the thin fabric, his calloused pads dragging along the material and catching against it. Causing delicious friction as you began to roll your hips against him with more vigour.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself far more up here,” Enji smirked, feeling how wet your panties had become from his slight touch, sliding his thick fingers down towards your tight heat as he pressed against the fabric. Watching as you rolled your hips in an attempt to get him to press them inside you, your panties in the way as your inner walls fluttered around the very tip of his finger, “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”

As quickly as Enji’s fingers had been against your sex, he’d pulled back. Grinding yourself back against him once more as you tried to give yourself some much-needed relief. Rolling your hips as you ground yourself against one of his thick thighs, trying to catch your clit onto the rough denim of his jeans. Feeling his fists knocking against your ass as he unbuckled them, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. The length thick and dripping with pre, before you had a chance to turn around in his lap and grab ahold of him, he’d already moved his hands back to your hips again, bunching the back of your dress over your ass as he gave your ass a playful smack. Tugging your panties to the side as he dragged the bulging tip of his cock along your sopping folds.

“I hope you’re still watching. These tickets weren’t cheap-” Enji goaded, your palms pressed against the pristine glass of the VIP booth as you looked down at the cheering crowd, “Too busy being a filthy slut.”

“Like you fucking care about money-oh,” You gasped when he sank you down on his cock unforgivingly, your body trying to adjust to his size as he stretched you into the shape of him.

“What was that?” He tugged you back into position on his lap so your back was pressed against his chest, moving back to pick his forgotten whisky glass back up as he took another sip.

“Are you gonna move?” You murmured, trying to wriggle your hips against him, to give yourself some friction. Your inner walls fluttering around him as you tried to ease the ache between your thighs, your neglected clit puffy and desperate to be touched.

“No.” He smiled into his glass, “I told you, you’re going to enjoy the show.”

დ 30k music event.

High and obsessing over Enji with his heavily pregnant wife and how his hands feel.

I’m thinking comfortably weighty, but gentle and warm against the taught skin of your belly.

He’s quick to swipe his fingers through the body butter you’d asked for help with, close the jar up, and smear it between his palms; hands hot enough to emulsify the product between them. Your back to his chest; he encourages you to lend your weight to him- letting him curl around you. He’s not good at staying on task. Hand glides up the valley between your breasts to the smooth column of your throat. Lips almost at his ear; your head tipped back onto his shoulder, he hears every small noise you make. From contentment to surprise-nothing escapes him. He eventually works his way back to your belly, hands sweep under to lace his fingers together flat against you, with a hushed warning he lifts your baby gently- releasing a huge weight from your frame 🥹♥️