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"Your failure to get an erection stems from your guilt. Perhaps a role reversal exercise in the bedroom will be beneficial for you."
‘What? No, that is ridiculous,’ he thinks to himself scoffing over the very idea of it. It’s been years since the world, he’s been in therapy for those years. Enji was serious about trying to fix himself but this suggestion was just too out of the hat for him to take seriously. His therapist is a young woman, a bit baby-faced, but at least in her thirties. She’d probably look younger without the make-up, done up like a Hollywood starlet. Her legs cross at his dismissive behavior.
With her pen in hand, she points at him with it, brow furrowed, painted lips pressed thin. “Todoroki, you asked me for my honest advice and I gave it,” she scolds and he can’t help it but he does roll his eyes. What would a role reversal even mean? “I can’t speak to you like I can other heroes I see. So just forgive me if I speak to you in a vulgar fashion. You want to fix your marriage, you love your wife, so go to the sex store, buy a strap and ask her to fuck you. Ask her to fuck in the way you fuck her. Put yourself in her shoes and forgive yourself.”
It is utter nonsense.
Only he does end up finding himself, coat collar popped, a brimmed hat tilted downward to hide his face, in line with a box. It feels like he’s holding the weight of the world in his hands. The harness came with a dildo, the size isn’t anything huge. He’s never shoved anything up there and like hell was he going to start with something as thick and long as himself. Wait, is he considering this? He looks at the line in front of him, everyone is younger than him, he feels out of place. One by one the line shortens and suddenly it’s his turn. Turning the brim of his hat down he sets it on the counter.
The box is placed into a black plastic bag and handed back to him after he pays. He really went and bought it. When he steps out he laughs and tosses into the back of the car. Enji forgets about it in there, after all, it was a stupid idea. It’s when he sits on the edge of his bed, his wife’s cold hand against his shoulder, cock softer than a marshmallow, that he thinks of the strap-on. No amount of willpower is getting him hard and he isn’t that old to blame on his age.
Rei has been kind to him about it but his heart thumps and his blood is boiling. She’s forgiven him; there's nothing more he can ask her for. Her lips press to the back of his neck. “It’s alright. I know I don’t look like I did when I was young,” she says and he turns to her.
“No! No, it’s not that.” He takes her hands in his. Her fingers are long and slender, nails filed into an almond shape, her hands are beautiful. Rei is still as beautiful as the moment he first laid eyes on her. Long lashes and a mouth that isn’t meant for smiling, yet shines whenever one graces her face. Her body isn’t as thin, but neither was his but between the two of them, she aged better. “You’re beautiful, you always have been and you always will be.”
Ah. There’s that smile he has so few memories of. He should have done more to see it on her face. He should have done more.
He stares down at their hands before he brings her knuckles to his lips and kisses them. He didn’t marry for love and he still wasn’t sure if love is what they shared. Rei understands him and he cares for her. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to get their marriage to feel somewhat normal.
Sex, if they could just have sex then everything would feel right again.
“Do you want to have sex?” she asks him and he’s confused by this. Rei holds his cheek in her hand with her fingernails scratching through his stubble in the way he always liked. “Our sex life before wasn’t really...umm...for pleasure. So is this really something you want? I’m too old to have any more children, so it’s different now.”
“Rei…” He shakes his head and closes his eyes so he can just enjoy the feeling of her hand on him. He stands up and runs his hands through his hair. “I do, I want to. Look, I need to go grab something.”
Rei doesn’t know what he’s thinking, but she gives him another little smile and a nod. He puts on his sweatpants and is gone. She isn’t waiting long as he soon returns with a black bag. He’s blushing. Now that’s something she’s never seen him do, so her curiosity is peaked. It amazes her just how small he looks there now. Blushing and holding the handles of a plastic bag so tightly his knuckles have gone white. Rei swings her legs over the bed and gets up to walk over to where he stands. He doesn’t move as her finger hooks into the bag so she can peek inside.
Her eyes look up at him and the blush has reached his ears now. It spreads down to his neck. “Enji, are you sure?” This is a huge step from how they used to have sex. Pegging is a far cry from basic sex under the covers. His head nods and she’s able to take the bag from him. She’s not against the idea, it’s making her heart race. She shifts, pressing her thighs together over the thought of this powerful man beneath her. Arousal has her cunt wanting and waiting.
“My therapist suggested that we switch roles in the bedroom… that you do me the way I used to do you,” he tells her and Rei laughs. It's a soft sound that she does her best to hide behind her hand. Her eyes are alive, her crow’s feet deepening as she smirks at him, she gives a shake of her head.
Rei takes the strap-on out of the box and starts putting it on. Enji watches her awestruck that she’s able to figure out the straps and placements without having to look at the packet. Rei doesn’t need to look, this isn’t her first time wearing one. She dated women and men before her marriage to Enji. Wearing a dick takes her back to those days.
“Enji darling, I'm not going to do that. Breeding you like that wouldn’t be enjoyable for me.” Her voice flows from her mouth and it sounds as sweet as sugar.
When she touches his chest to turn him towards the bed, she chills her fingers. Her breath is visible as she uses her quirk to make her touch like ice. Nails claw down his chest getting his nipples to the point of cutting glass.
“It’ll be easier on you if you fingered yourself first,” she tells him with a push. Enji sits back and his jaw is hanging open. This woman feels completely different from his quiet wife. But he gets the lube from the nightstand and coats his fingers heavily with the stuff.
All this was new and he tries to start with two fingers, but that makes an uncomfortable jolt go down his spine. Rei gives a soft laugh before she’s climbing into the bed towards him. Her frost-covered fingers slide over his hand, soft voice cooing at him, her eyes looking him down.
He’s always been an imposing figure in her mind. He’s so much larger than her and so strong too, but look at him, unable to take two of his own fingers. It’s cute to see him flustered. “Slowly now, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” She covers his hand, encouraging him to continue.
His cock gives a twitch and while it’s not enough to get him hard, it is a start. Rei moves so she’s sitting on his broad chest, her hand around the dildo, the head of it pressing against his lips. Opening his mouth, she slides it in right against his tongue. Her hand tangles into his hair, hips rocking slowly, making him gag. He’s still fingering himself and the wet lube makes squishing noises. Enji can feel the wet kiss of her cunt as she moves against his chest. She’s an ice queen but she’s his ice queen. His free hand runs up her thigh to the curve of her ass and he holds her as he chokes around her baby blue cock. After a moment, fingering himself starts to feel good, and he’s able to start spreading his hole open to be ready for her to fill him.
Blood is pumping hard in his veins, bubbling with heat. It boils and sizzles more like lava than blood. His cock swells and her eyes look back to it and she shoves his head back against the pillow. “Sex used to feels like a chore, or maybe more like torture. It’s just too warm and too hot, I just couldn’t stand it half the time. I got used to it, but it took work to get my body to take the heat of you.” She’s moving down him with purpose, an idea coming to her. He never stops pumping his fingers into his hole, even as her tongue snakes across his flushed knuckles. Her hand takes his wrist and he pulls out his fingers and she’s pressing the tip to him.
Jolting back the sheets smoke under his tight grip. Cold! So cold.
She’s covered the dildo in ice and her eyes are locking in on his. Her white hair hanging in her face like a fog hiding her beauty from his sight.
“Rei….” His head goes back against the pillows and there’s a mix of steam as the ice melts his body heat. Her ice is persistent even as the blankets get soaked by the melting water. The frozen thing chills his core and makes his body scream. His breath is caught in his chest and his cock bobs as her hips pump into him. It’s so cold and he’s burning the sheets. His hole is burning against the ice but she keeps moving. Even her hand as it wraps around his cock makes him shiver. The air in the room is a fight between his fire and her ice. The glass frosts over and is just as quickly melting.
Was this how sex felt for her, was it this much of a struggle? He could never get used to this. It hurts. It makes his head spin as the pleasure is still clawing like an animal in his mind. The pain is so similar to the embrace of death, the way the cold reaches so deep. But the ice against his prostate is heavenly. He never thought about what his quirk meant when it came to her body. Even now, when they’ve been trying to have sex, he didn’t think about it. He’s a shit husband, he needs to take this pain to prove to her that he’s a different person. He has to prove it to himself.
Her voice is so sweet as it coos praise into his ear. It doesn’t matter that she’s so small and light, she can move her hips into him like a man his size. Moaning he puts a hand over his mouth and his other snakes down between his legs to put a hot hand on his cock. Her icy fingers pry his fingers off his cock. “Now darling, either you come untouched or you don’t come at all.” She smiles at him, her teeth white, pretty. Instead, her cold hand grips him by the balls and the cold makes his back arch off the mattress. She rolls his balls in his hand, icy, and cold. Her grip is tight and it stings deep. It reaches his spine.
“I’m close… I’m close…” The ice reaches his prostate and he groans his grip tightening into the sheets. Sweat steams off his skin and the ice of her cock is melting faster. The water pools under him and even the flames of his hands can’t dry them. The sounds are blistering and flames flickering in through his fingers. She giggles softly and slides her hands over his stomach. Freezing over his nipples and twisting them as they become erect.
Arousal grows in the pit of his stomach. It’s hot. A lump of burning coal growing in his stomach. He’s moaning and breathing out steam in a visible cloud. Pre-cum is pearlescent at the tip of his heavy cock at its twitches against his stomach. She smirks and milks at his prostate. Rei angles her hips so she can get some friction against her clit. It’s not enough for her to come with her husband, but after months of failing to see his massive cock in this state, it's worth it. She keeps moving until his cum is emptied over his stomach and pooling in the lines of his abs and navel.
“That’s a good boy, look how much you came. If I was younger I could get pregnant off all this,” she says, undoing the straps of the harness and slipping out of it. Grabbing his hair, she pushes his head back, moving up to pull his mouth to her ready cunt. The tip of his nose is at the hood of her clit, tongue swiping between her lips. She tries to remember the last time she had someone eat her out. When his hot hands grab her by the ass, she moans as he pulls her to his mouth. Enji never ate her out when they were married; it wasn’t important to the whole making-a-baby game.
“Oh my, have you always been good at this?”
He twirls his tongue inside of her, his nose rubbing firm against her clit. Shivering, she grabs onto the railing. Fucking his face, she pumps her hips. Then he’s rolling her underneath him, the blankets sloshing under her. Fingers filling her, his mouth forming a kiss around her clit, sucking. She moans, softly biting the knuckle of her finger. It’s been so long that it doesn’t take much to have her coming around his fingers, squirting against his mouth.
Melting against the soaking wet bed, they both pant for air. “Tell your therapist ‘thank you,’” she says softly and pushes her hair back out of her face. Enji nods, but he’s quiet for a moment. Rei turns to her side and puts a hand to his chest. “Enji, things are going to be different for us now. We’re older and we’ve grown greatly. I don’t hold anything against you.” When he opens his mouth to speak she presses her finger to his lips. “Not even everything with Touya. We are both responsible for what happened, so stop shouldering everything on your own.” Rei reaches up to kiss him.
She’s right and he knows it, he doesn’t need her to say it now.
As Rei goes to get dry blankets and in return, he uses his quirk to dry the bed off from the water. It takes a while, but he gets it good enough that they share a bed tonight. She presses to his side and sleeps with him, both of them naked. There is still guilt come morning, but last night has lessened the weight of it off his shoulders. Regardless, there are still steps to be taken and he schedules to see his therapist again for next Wednesday.
He turns to his wife with a gentle smile. “Will you go with me? To therapy? I think it’ll be beneficial for us both to go,” He asks and she slides a cup of coffee into his hand.
“Maybe I can introduce my therapist to yours. An ouroboros of diagnosis. Can you imagine?” She laughs and he’s reminded how he doesn’t always get her sense of humor. He gives her a kiss on the cheek and laughs with her.