Deskbound Obedience
A! Enji Todoroki x O! Male Reader
(Prequel to "In that hotel room...")
"Do you have any experience?"
"Of course yes. As you already know, Mr. Todoroki, I worked, for 3 years, with Mount Lady as his assistant."
"That sounds excellent but as you know, I'm not looking for an assistant. I'm looking for a person to advise me on public relations. Of course, if you're not interested..."
"No, of course. I can fulfill that role perfectly. I am looking for a less caotic position than that of an assistant or secretary."
"It seems perfect to me. And tell me something else, what gender are you?"
"Well, I'm a man. That's not easy to determine" You responded to a nervous laugh and trying to avoid any eye contact.
"I mean your second gender, boy. Alpha, Beta,.... Omega" He said with a more serious tone, while slowly standing up and makind his to you, making the environment a little more uncomfortable due to the smell of both you
"W-Well... I'm an Omega, sir. I hope there's no problem with that."
"Of course not... We are... very inclusive in this agency" he said with a certain imposing air and a flirtatious tone.
The young omega remained still, trying to maintain his composure so as not to inhale too much of the opponent's pheromones.
"Well, I think that's been enough time. I'm ending the interview."
"Do I have to contact someone specific?"
"Don't worry. My assistant or someone from staff, I don't know very well, will call you to sign your contract, if we select you"
(Y/n) POV
The days passed and with a call they told me that I was selected for the position. On some level, I was glad I was hired.
My reserve money was running out and I needed to cover my expenses without having to sell something I had. But a thought invaded me, provoked by a memory.
The way Mr. Todoroki looked at me during the interview, a look like a cat looking closely at a mouse that would be its dinner. Its smell, although somewhat strong, I loved. It smelled like a mix between his cologne and a smell like dark chocolate.
Just remembering it made me squirt a little and feel a flow down my butt and legs. I shook my head a little to clear those thoughts.
I didn't even start working with him anymore and I imagined a complete and somewhat erotic life.
'I better bath with cold water if the heat goes down'
The Next Morning...
I dressed in my best clothes to have a perfect first day. A white shirt, a dark gray vest with a jacket, and navy blue pants.
I arrived early, introduced myself to everyone, and the day went wonderfully, catching up on everything.
And almost two years quickly passed, and Endeavor's attempts to get closer to me increased. Sometimes very subtle, sometimes too... obvious.
During a meeting, or rather, at the end of one, as I was gathering my things from the conference table, he approached me, and as I stepped back, I fell on top of all my paperwork and the table, with him between my legs, in a very suggestive position.
"Wow, who would have thought I'd be between your legs on the conference table?" Said with sultry smile drawing ln his face. "You shameless little omega. I bet you're getting wet those pants of your in this position."
I just prayed no one would find us in that position. I was as red as his hair.
"Sir, I-I don't think this is appropriate. N-Not here at l-least."
"Whatever you say,(Y/n)" he said, still smiling mischievously. "Meet me in my office later."
He moved from between my legs and left the room while I sat there, placing my hands between my thighs. When I pulled one out and saw it, he was right. I did get wet.
Once in his office, I entered and locked the door to avoid any incidents.
"I think you're experienced at this, right? You locked it without me asking?" I just shrugged and approached his desk.
The heat in the room felt unnatural—thick, almost suffocating. Maybe it was his scent. Or mine. Or the way his eyes lingered on my body like he already owned it.
He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned back in his chair and let his eyes drag down the length of me, slow and deliberate. His gaze felt like a touch.
“Take off that coat of yours,” he said, voice low, but firm.
I obeyed. It felt mechanical at this point, the way I undressed around him—practiced, easy. Like this wasn’t the first time. Like I didn’t need to think. But I did. Every second.
He stood up, towering over me as he approached. “Do you know my wife?” he asked, casually, as his hand grazed the side of my neck. His fingers were calloused, warm.
I swallowed hard. “I... I know who she is...” I answered, keeping my eyes averted. “But I haven’t had the pleasure, sir” He only smirked even more
“Pleasure, huh?” His voice wrapped around the word like it tasted different in his mouth. He tilted my chin up with his thumb. “That’s what this is. Nothing more.”
I nodded. I’d heard it before. Still, it twisted something deep in my chest.
His lips met mine without warning—rough, dominant, claiming. His hands gripped my hips and pressed me against the cold edge of his desk. The way he kissed told me everything: he wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t sweet, but he needed. And right now, I was what he needed.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Call me Enji.”
I blinked. “W-What?”
“When you moan,(Y/n)...” he clarified, eyes dark and filled with heat. “I want to hear you say MY name. Not Endeavor. Not the hero. Just Enji, only me”
It shouldn’t have affected me the way it did—but it did. I bit my lip and nodded.
He spun me around and pushed me over the desk, firm but not forceful. My chest pressed to the polished wood, heartbeat loud in my ears. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and I instinctively braced myself.
The sound of his zipper, the sharp inhale he took as he pushed my pants down just enough. Then, warm fingers trailing up the inside of my thighs, practiced. He didn’t rush. That wasn’t his style
“You're already slick" he muttered, more to himself than me. “You really wanted this, huh? A hung alpha such as me”
I said nothing. My body answered for me.
I whimpered when he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, claiming space that only he had touched like this. There was no tenderness in the way he moved—just rhythm, fire, control.
His hands gripped my waist with force, like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to something real.
Each thrust knocked the breath out of me. Each time he hit just right, I cried out his name like he asked. “E-Enji...”
He growled like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that.
“Good boy,(Y/N)” he murmured against my ear, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “You sound better than I imagined.”
I hated how much I melted for his praise.
There was nothing romantic about it. It wasn’t love. But in those moments, when his body was buried deep inside mine, and he whispered my name like I was a secret worth keeping—I could pretend.
And then I felt it.
He pulled out suddenly, almost too fast—his breath ragged, hands tightening on my hips.
“Fuck!!...(Y/N).. You are made for me” he hissed, and then I felt it.. his thick and hot cum across my lower back.
His seed painting my skin in heavy spurts, sticky and warm, trailing messily down the curve of my spine. I gasped at the sensation, instinctively arching, as the contrast between the cool air and the heat of it made my body tremble.
It was obscene. It felt... degrading. But also intoxicating.
My fingers curled over the desk’s edge. I stayed still for a moment, breathing through the aftershocks, feeling it drip—thick and unmistakably his—down my skin. I didn’t dare wipe it away.
Not yet.
It was proof of what we did. Of what I let him do.
“Shit” he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction as he stepped back and zipped up. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to.
My mind was spinning, body pulsing with afterglow, and skin still burning where his cum clung to me.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew what this was. He didn’t mark me. He didn’t even finish inside.
But somehow, this the hot mess he left on me felt more and more possessive than any bite ever could.
And fuck, I liked it pretty much as he.
We stayed like that for a moment—him leaning over me, still catching his breath, and me... aching, in ways that had nothing to do with the physical.
I turned around, still flushed, still breathless.
He didn’t look at me when he spoke. “You should go first. I’ll wait a few minutes before I leave.”
I hesitated. “W-Will I see you again?”
He paused just long enough for me to notice. “Maybe...(Y/N)...”
I wanted to ask when. I wanted to ask why. But I didn't said anything.
I just nodded, picked up my coat from the floor, and quietly slipped out the door, pretending I wasn’t already craving the next time he’d call me into his office while trying to hide some stains of my pants and my lower back
