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since joining the endeavor agency as head of pr, you’ve been nothing short of tolerant to enji “endeavor” todoroki. your job was to ensure he kept the slow-rising approval rating he’d accumulated since stepping out of the illustrious all might’s shadow and into his arduous shoes.
but enji’s ability to keep his personal and familial life hidden from the public was already spectacular. you’d done your research when one of the sidekicks reached out to acquire your services; you knew about the death of his eldest son, that he was still married (through a supposed “quirk marriage.” how scandalous), and that his wife was in a mental institution. you asked about her and his family during your first one-on-one consultation and he shut it down immediately. aside from his youngest son showing up at the office for training, you never brought his family dynamic up again.
his image. that was your priority. to somehow turn the anti-social, walking ball of fire into a perceived gentle giant. which has proven to be quite the task, since the majority of the country viewed endeavor as a dismissive and aggressive bastard, including you.
sitting cross-legged in enji’s office, you were reviewing the notes detective naomasa tsukauchi emailed you about the hero work-studies program revival when he felt it was appropriate to whip out the day’s paper in the middle of the meeting.
this wasn’t new behavior. sometimes he’d scroll through his phone, stand and stare out the window, or pretend to be doing paperwork; anything other than listening to you. there was such a sizable distance between you and his desk, you practically had to yell across the room — never once had he made eye contact during your time there. he talked at you. and typically it didn’t bother you too much, because, in the end, everything you advised was followed.
but today, when he noisily turned a flimsy, rustling page and loudly shook the paper to position it directly in front of his face and block his view of you, your teeth clenched and your eye twitched at the sound and sight. you’d had enough.
you cleared your throat, lifted your chin, uncrossed your legs, and stood up from one of the leather club chairs he centered in the middle of his office. after straightening your black, prada midi pencil skirt and matching jacket, you glided to his desk in your new favorite versace patent leather sling-backs.
once you reached him, you snatched the paper from his hands and slammed it onto the stone-top desk.
“hey,” you slithered through gritted teeth.
his empty hands stayed in the same position as if he was still holding the paper. he raised a thin brow slightly above his sharp turquoise eyes, more surprised than startled.
“everyone else around here might give a shit about you, but i don’t,” you spat, never breaking eye contact. “either you learn to respect me, or i’ll head over to hawks agency where i’m actually wanted.”
you spun on your heels, gathered your things, and turned to give him one final glare, your bob swinging dramatically for effect. you sauntered out of his office down to yours, wincing and trying to ignore the searing pain in your palm from striking solid limestone.
since that day, enji’s all-around disposition changed, even as a hero, and he was softer towards you. he had a chair next to his desk ready for you before your meetings; he’d ask if you wanted to take them in your office to be more accommodating or grab lunch if you hadn’t eaten. he maintained eye contact, listening intently. sometimes you even made him smile and make a sort of huffy “huh.” sound that wasn’t quite a laugh, but it produced a smug look on your face.
that’s why he originally ignored you — in reality, he was infatuated with you. since your first day, you didn’t hold any punches with him and he respected you.
and it didn’t help that you were a complete knockout. you’d stroll into his office, your blunt bob swaying in motion with your hips; your impeccably tailored, designer skirt-suits tugging at your breasts and thighs, accentuating your waist, and flash him that brilliant, dimpled smile. he never stood up to escort you back to your office because you made him hard as a brick just by being there. he couldn’t stand to look at you.
that day when you finally snapped at him, he knew he had gone too far with his antics. but you were wearing a black suit that looked like it had been painted on; the back of your thigh peeking through the high slit in your skirt with your legs crossed, making his imagination run wild. he was at his wit’s end.
then you threatened to leave him for hawks, and that made him nervous. and incredibly pissed. the young prodigy would pounce, you were definitely his type. enji saw the way he looked at you when he visited the office, that look in his sly eyes. how he spoke to you; he’d linger in the hallway a tad too long to watch you walk away. since you started working at the agency, he fluttered around, letting it purposely slip that he needed you at his office.
and enji’s pride wouldn’t have that. not when his heart sped up every time you wafted past him in the hallway, smelling like fresh peonies — the sound of your heels click-clacking haunted him in his dreams.
many times when you were briefing him on something important, he fantasized about bending you over his desk, ripping open your skirt, and shoving his cock so deep into your round, fat ass that you could feel him in your throat. he wondered if you ever noticed him watching your perfect, plump lips as you spoke; often imagining sliding himself between them. spreading your pretty jaw to make it easier to deep-throat him, testing the limits of your gag reflexes.
so, you see, he had to change for you. to keep you within his reach. and aside from trying to maintain restraint, he was getting comfortable around you, allowing himself to be more vulnerable. you were succeeding in making him feel more at ease. and the more you got to know the pro hero, your guard slowly dropped around him as well. your physical attraction to him grew stronger.
threatening to leave the office had made him incredibly attentive. gentler. the more responsive he was, the closer you observed him. light touches that should have been insignificant sent shots through your body. like when you brushed up against him while leaning over his shoulder to look over a document, and your nipples hardened. or while going over one of his speeches, a piece of hair fell in front of your face and he gently tucked it back behind your ear, causing you to blush.
he was quite charming. twelve years your senior, you’d always thought he was decent looking, perhaps even handsome. the new scar down the left side of his face gave him character.
actually, his size and ruggedness intrigued you; the square jaw, his permanent scowl, and the loudly pronounced muscles in every piece of clothing he donned. when he talked, everyone listened. he was a powerful force of a man.
when in close proximity, the natural embers of his flames left traces of sandal and cedarwood lingering in your nose. the heat radiating off of enji’s body should have made you uncomfortable, but it was intoxicating.
mostly recently, following one of your meetings, you rushed to your office, locked the door, and pushed the little button on your desk that lowered the shades to conceal you inside your glass box of an office.
you hopped up on your impressive desk, lifted your skirt, laid back against the cool, stone surface, knees to the ceiling, and began masturbating to the thought of him fucking you. pinned under his fervid, massive body, bent into a mating press, knees at your armpits. you whimpered his name as your back arched and your hips rolled onto your fingers, playing their role of enji’s thick, long dick stroking in and out of your wetness.
you moved your other set of fingers to your clit, circling it with your slick, lowly moaning “enji” as you climaxed, envisioning his head between your thighs. the windows were mirrored, and no one could see you from the outside, but you secretly wished enji had cameras in your office, so he could watch you unravel; glazing your fingers, spasming from the sheer thought of his touch.
shit.
you weren’t the type to sleep with someone else’s man and you kept your working relationships professional, but your feelings and view of the number one hero had bubbled into lust, perhaps even like. and as a public relations maven, you knew exactly what a scandalous affair could do at this level.
you had to shake your desires and drown yourself in work. find some way to avoid interactions and close situations with the hero. between the rowdy sidekicks, vigilantes, and the league of villains, the place was always abuzz — it was the perfect excuse for you to come in late so you could, “work in solitude.”
you kept your convos with enji to email and brief phone calls. you also managed to keep up the late schedule and dodge him completely for a whole week and actually enjoyed working in the office at night. you blasted your music in the sonos speakers throughout the entire floor, worked in the common areas for mental stimulation, and took advantage of the full bar in the staff lounge.
you noticed the glass you were using to sip a gin on the rocks was empty and decided to get one last refill, and at least an hour’s worth of work done before shutting down.
slightly tipsy, you headed to the lounge area at the end of the office and glanced at the beautiful view past the floor-to-ceiling windows. everything at endeavor agency, from the furniture to the fixtures, was huge, but sleek and chic. the stone-topped tables, leather-covered stools, and maple shelves and accents made the space feel warm.
one of the flaming sidekickers, onima, knew you were the only one that drank empress gin, and he still insisted on storing the extra bottles of the violet-colored spirit on the highest shelf behind the bar.
“dammit, o,” you tsk’d while balancing yourself against the limestone counter.
you reached but could barely grace the bottle with your fingertips. you huffed and stood on the tippy toes of your nude, 5-inch tall so kate pumps, to no avail. you watched as a large hand effortlessly grabbed the bottle from the shelf, sweat beads forming on your back from the gust of heat enji generated against it with his swift movement.
you jumped and turned to come face to face with his muscular pecs. little strands of flaming, auburn hairs peered through the top of his black, cashmere v-neck. every line and muscle pattern exposed in full detail. he smelled fresh, like la labo santal 33.
“shit, enji,” you pant, grabbing your chest and adding a lighthearted gasp of a laugh so he wouldn’t think you were angry. “you scared the crap out of me. what are you doing here?”
“it’s my agency,” he boomed matter-of-factly.
his tone remained flat but you still felt the vibrations of his voice. you also detected the sweetness of bourbon on his breath.
“working late again, i see. is this your new schedule?”
“it’s… quieter,” you stammered, looking up into cerulean irises. his permanent scowl never wavered.
“hmm. quieter. with the music this loud?”
dammit. he’d caught you.
“i— i thought i was here alone,” you blushed.
you tried to relax but your nerves wouldn’t let you. enji was standing so close, you could feel the intensity of his heat rising.
he leaned forward, placing his massive hands on the limestone counter, cornering you. with nowhere to go, you instinctively leaned back.
he moved in closer, bending down to whisper, “we are alone.”
your breath hitched and your pussy clenched. when he faced you again, his eyes were burning into you. impulsively, your body was on its toes again, moving on its own, pressing your lips to his. you closed your eyes and opened your mouth, letting him explore it with his tongue.
you moved your hands under his sweater and ran your fingertips along his abs, up to his chest, circled his nipples, and pinched them between your index and middle fingers. enji groaned into your mouth, pulling you against him by the small of your back. you felt his bulge push into your stomach.
you moaned and grabbed the back of his neck, deepening your kiss, making him claim your mouth. plush lips sucking and licking, your tongues rolled like savages who’d finally caught their prey. enji lazily opened his eyes and pulled away, a trail of saliva fighting to keep you tethered.
he effortlessly lifted you onto the counter by your waist, causing you to gasp. he spread your legs at your knees, letting the high slit of your wrap skirt fall open to expose your thighs, wide, welcoming him to slide in between.
your breathing went rigid. he snaked his burly arms beneath yours, guiding your upper back into his hands. he was coming for your neck and needed you in the perfect position.
“how long did you think you could stay away from me,” he breathed.
he ran his tongue from your clavicle to your earlobe, tasting the sweetness of bourbon mixed with the sweat caused by your nervousness. your heart was beating fast, wetness pooling at the top of his hardness rubbing against you. you tilted your head back, giving him complete access to the curve of your neck. he followed the trail with kisses, biting and sucking through your blouse back down to your breasts.
he lifted his head, his nose just shy of yours, and looked into your eyes.
“you dropped a folder when you ran out of my office last week,” he said, running his fingers along the smooth skin just beneath your blouse. “i was bringing it to your office when i heard you moaning my name while i stood outside the door.”
you gasped, eyes widening in horror.
enji loved that expression on your face and his excitement was getting the better of him. with one of his colossal hands holding you up, he used the other to rip open your blouse, sending buttons flying across the room.
“enji!” you squealed, grabbing his broad shoulders. “this is jacquemus!”
he smirked at the hurt in your eyes — your face is so cute when you pout.
“i’ll buy you another one,” he growled, getting his mouth back to its task.
he ran his thumb along the lace of your bra — your skin felt like silk. he moved the material down, exposing your breast, nipple erect, practically begging to be taken by his mouth, and he obliged. you moaned and bit your bottom lip as the tip of his tongue flicked at your sensation.
he lowered you down, laying your back flat against the cool counter, your legs dangling over the edge. he ran both hands from your breasts, down your sides, to your stomach, stopping at the top of your skirt. towering over you, he admired your body, poured out on display for him.
“is this what you wanted?” he teased, rubbing his massiveness against your aching pussy.
you looked up at him with yearning eyes and slightly shook your head yes.
he weaved through the opening of your skirt and traced his fingers at the top of your panties. your breath quickened and your stomach tightened at his touch. the corner of his mouth curled up as he stepped back and slowly moved the skimpy fabric past your thighs, down your calves, and over your heels.
you sat up on your elbows, locking eyes with enji, and watched as he lowered his head between your thighs. he shifted his gaze, watching your arousal flow from your entrance. he inhaled your scent, licking his lips in anticipation.
his large forearms spread your thighs wider as he parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your swollen bud and his erection pulsed at the glorious sight. he reacted quickly, wrapping his tongue around your clit, then sucking it into his mouth in one motion.
“shit!” you yelped, dropping your head back.
he massaged your clit with his tongue, rolling it in his mouth. he closed his lips around the sensitive flesh and suckled it until he heard you squeal and felt your thighs quiver uncontrollably. he lightly grazed it with his teeth and you cried out from the pleasure that was already building and finally released.
he cupped your ass and ran your pussy across his tongue — grazing it from his mustache to his chin. you squeezed your thighs to the sides of his head and wrapped your legs around his wide back, using your heels to pull him further into your depths. he groaned at this endorsement and lapped at your pussy in response, your orgasm dribbling down his chin.
you were on the brink of another when you realized what was happening. endeavor, the married number one hero, was devouring you in the middle of the staff lounge, completely out in the open.
“fuck,” you breathed, eyes wide with awareness. “ennjii,” you moaned, signaling him to stop, while still willing him to please let you finish.
“hmm?” he responded, eyes half-opened while he continued to blissfully enjoy his meal.
“oh my god… please… stop…”
but it was too late. your legs shook harder as your orgasm spilled into enji’s mouth, and he guzzled it like a refreshing glass of water on a hot, summer day in okinawa.
still breathless and panting, you sat up completely, pushing enji away at his shoulders with the balls of your heels, startling him with your reaction. you were mortified — his face was covered in your essence. he tried to search your panicked eyes for an answer, but you had hopped off the counter and made a beeline to your office before he could ask what happened.
once you were halfway down the hall, you heard enji calling after you. you scrambled into your office and kicked off your heels — it was a miracle you were able to run in them in the first place. you moved feverishly to grab your cell phone and anything else you could think of, shoving it all into your bag so you could get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
you sprinted down the hall to the elevator, clutching your destroyed blouse closed, looking back to see enji standing outside of your office with a confused, defeated expression on his face. you were relieved when the elevator opened immediately, leaving no time for him to try and come after you.
on the way home, you cursed yourself; your head a little foggy and your pussy still wet from the events that just took place. once you reached your apartment, enji called you six times and sent several text messages asking what happened and if you were ok. the last one simply read:
“just wanted to make sure you made it home safely.”
he must have followed you — you had been drinking and he knew you hated driving.
you put on a sad smile and poured yourself a drink. while peeling off your clothes, you realized you left the la perla panties that matched your bra on the floor of the office lounge.
oh my god, you groaned.
you changed into a silk nightie and paced the small living room, your mind racing. you had to quit. no, you had to move.
you looked out at the view from the windows of your high-rise apartment and watched the city sparkle. clearly you didn’t want to control yourself, and endeavor couldn’t afford for something like this to get out; with his own public relations executive, no less.
what an idiot.
you plopped down on your couch, closed your eyes, and laid your head back. visions of enji buried nose-deep between your thighs, azure eyes searing into you while he watched you grind on his tongue were etched into your brain. it felt so good.
you picked up your phone, went to your messages, and found enji’s thread with the little face of his endeavor plush action figure as the icon. you typed:
enji, we made a terrible mistake. thank you for the incredible opportunity and the advancement in my career, but i think it’s best if i leave the agency and we sever ties completely. for the sake of the company and your image. consider this my two-week notice — i’ll come by tomorrow and get my things and work from home. i’ll complete any open projects and tie up any loose ends.
and pressed send.
three dots inside of a gray text bubble immediately followed. then disappeared. you chewed on your bottom lip, anxiously awaiting his response.
three dots again.
todoroki enji: come outside. now.
you stared at the text, trying to decipher his tone. then realized that was stupid, you could just go down and see for yourself. but what would you even say? there was nothing left.
you grabbed a trench coat from the front closet, threw it over your nightgown, slipped into the gucci slides sitting by the door, and headed downstairs.
sans his usual car and driver, enji was parked in front of the building, leaning against an enormous black truck you’d never seen before. when you reached him, he opened the passenger side door, tilted his head, and motioned for you to get in.
you watched him for a second and he didn’t blink. you exhaled and laid your hand out for him to assist you into the massive vehicle.
he closed the door behind you as you settled into the plush, black leather bench seat that stretched from the passenger to the driver-side door. everything inside was custom and digitized, you didn’t know what the buttons on the dashboard did or controlled.
enji slid into the driver’s seat and without saying a word, pulled out of your roundabout to take you god knows where.
after thirty, silent minutes of bumps, turns, and curves into the countryside, enji pushed the truck up to the top of a secluded mountain and parked at its edge. you peered over the dashboard and gasped at the aerial view of the city, positioned perfectly under the stars.
enji switched off the engine and smiled at your reaction.
he remembered you mentioning being a sucker for views during your initial tour of the agency, that’s why he put you in the office with the best view on your floor. because he moved mostly behind the scenes, you didn’t truly understand the lengths he’d go to to please you.
“when i feel anxious, i come here to clear my mind,” he confessed, his booming voice echoing through the silence. “so. what was with that pr response,” he huffed, staring ahead.
“you’re married. and my boss,” you answered matter of factly. “just because the attraction is there, doesn’t mean we need to act on it.”
you resolved not to ask about his family again, you didn’t know their situation, but whatever it was, the facts were facts. and everyone was watching endeavor, the number one hero.
enji slid towards the center of the bench seat and stretched out his hulking body, his thick thighs spreading to his comfort, and placed his arm along its back.
“come here,” he commanded.
you turned to him in shock. was he not listening? you thought dangling a potential scandalous affair in front of him would give him pause; but even if enji todoroki was a man of few words, endeavor was stubborn, ambitious, and exerted every effort.
hesitant, you inched closer, still keeping a bit of distance between you. enji’s resting arm reached down and grabbed yours, pulling you closer.
“what are you—” but before you could ask the question, he slithered his arm around your waist and hoisted you onto his lap. “hey!”
now straddling him, your hands landed on his shoulders while he gripped your waist. there was no amusement in his eyes.
“just tell me you don’t want me,” he growled, his fingers lifting your trench and gown. “tell me you don’t want this.”
his dick was growing underneath you. goosebumps rose throughout your body and your nipples hardened, poking through the thin fabric. his hands squeezed your cheeks. you closed your eyes and moaned lightly in response; how could you say no to something your body wanted desperately?
he ran his hands to your upper back, pushed you forward onto his lips, and began kissing you feverishly. he moved one of his arms back around your waist, lifting you, making room for his other hand that came from behind to cup your pussy. heat radiated on the tips of his fingers as he ran them across your slit. he groaned into your mouth and leaned deeper into the seat, adjusting his lower half.
his meaty fingers spread you open, finding your clit. he pinched it between his middle and ring fingers, and squeezed it lightly, tugging and forming little circles; a sizable moan escaped your throat. you licked and bit at enji’s lips, his fingers threatening to make you cum already. he ran his middle finger through the slick he just created and stuffed it into your soaking hole, your yelp causing you to break away from your kiss.
he was at your neck, licking, kissing, and sucking in pace with the finger moving in and out of you. he positioned his ring finger at your entrance, your tightness fighting to resist another, but he nudged a little harder, determined to make it fit. when he reached his knuckles, you threw your head back and huffed, manicured nails digging into his flesh.
enji planted kisses from your neck to your chin, his pinky, thumb, and pointer finger supporting him as he spread and pillaged your slippery hole. you were cumming — sensations rocked your body and she instinctively bucked into the palm of his hand, riding out your climax. your clit grazed the throbbing knot in his pants that could no longer be contained.
“you’re ready for me,” he hissed, slowly removing his fingers from your wetness.
you shook your head in a daze. you braced yourself on his shoulders and slouched to your feet while enji pulled down his briefs and pants, freeing his aching erection. precum glistened and trickled down his length as you looked at it in shock. you knew he’d be large but you weren’t quite prepared for his size.
positioning yourself back to your knees, you mounted him again, aligning his pulsating tip with your entrance. even after enji prepped you, making it fit would be a task. you lowered yourself onto him, moaning and stopping halfway from your body instinctively rejecting his size. you clenched his pecs, took a deep breath, and forced yourself to ease down further, savoring every inch, feeling his bulging veins graze against your walls.
“fuck,” he hissed.
a bit of his shaft still exposed, you drove yourself down to take him all in. your body shuddered and your nipples hardened. you fell forward onto his chest, bracing yourself with your forearms, taking deep breaths, needing a moment to adjust to being stretched so wide.
ever since you stepped into his office, enji dreamed of this moment, this feeling. besides the occasional glimpse at mirko, he barely glanced at other women. he was a faithful man — it had been years since he felt the warmth of a woman. and now he was balls-deep inside you. you were here, trembling in his lap, so wet and tight.
enji buried his nose in your hair, taking in your scent. his breath became shallow and he began to feel lightheaded. his fantasies of splitting you in half becoming a reality had gotten him too excited.
he wrapped his arms around you, squeezed, and gently lifted you up and down onto his cock. he stayed planted in the seat because if he moved even an inch, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. when he felt you start to move your hips, he slid his hands to the small of your back.
you wrapped your fingers around his neck as your tightness enveloped his stiffness, your bodies becoming acclimated. you dragged your pussy up and down his engorged flesh, grinding your hips, your clit hitting the top of his groin. you purred with pleasure and squeezed enji’s throat, choking him for support. your orgasm formed at the pit of your core.
he loved seeing the satisfaction he caused splashed across your beautiful face.
“that’s it,” he rasped, flames dancing in his eyes. “cum on this cock.”
your orgasm unleashed as you picked up speed, moaning loudly; your hips rolling and bouncing, rocking to the sound of your ass slapping against his muscled thighs.
he lifted you slightly, mid-release, gripping a cheek in each of his monstrous hands, and held you steady, thrusting up into you. your cries of pleasure reverberated throughout the truck. enji watched as your juices drizzled down his length, the sweet, gushing sound of ecstasy coating his cock.
with one hand at your hip, you locked eyes as he pressed his other hand to your chest, laying you back against the dashboard. his strokes started slow; he knew at this angle with his size, it could be too much. his veins pulsed inside of you with impatience. he lowered his thumb to rub circles around your clit while he nodded between your slippery walls. you were cumming again, from just this simple movement.
you knew what he was doing, but this wasn’t it. you wanted more. you shouldn’t, lord knows you shouldn’t. but you wanted to enjoy all of endeavor. to make him prove to you why he was number one.
“enji,” you moaned, “go… deeper. i… wanna feel… all of it.”
his eyes widened. he grabbed your hips, pulled you down, and slammed his cock up into you, bottoming out. you screamed, your body going limp against the dash, the heat from his body searing through you. enji groaned, releasing any bit of control he was containing, pumping his hips into your tightness while you sunk deeper onto his cock, both your thighs sticky with your orgasms.
he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, ravishing your wetness, pounding you against the dash of his truck, watching as your brow furrowed in anguish. he grunted, thrashing your sloppy, swollen hole relentlessly; your cries occasionally laced with his name were driving him crazy. he could see you trying to mouth something else.
“fill me up,” you choked out. “pleeaase.”
“shit,” enji snarled.
you felt his dick twitch and cum spurt inside you before he quickly pulled out, leaving the head sheathed. you clenched tight around him in response, locking him in. he stroked his exposed shaft, milking himself inside the edge of your pussy. he bit his bottom lip, slowly removing himself, pulling one last moan out of your throat; watching his seed leak from your ruined hole with rakish eyes.
you breathed deeply, eyes closed and completely winded, taking advantage of the newly freed space in your abdomen.
you both sat in silence, catching your breath. you opened your eyes to aqua irises, an unreadable look riddled enji’s face. he unexpectedly pulled you into a bear hug, his breaths low and steady.
“i can’t— i can’t lose you,” he mumbled into the back of your neck. he held you a little tighter, pushing the air from your lungs. “i refuse to let you go.”
you didn’t respond. you were a mix of emotions: dumbfounded. confused. placated. frightened. enlivened.
you hugged enji back, resting your head between his neck and shoulder, feeling the warmth of his flames.
fuck.