The sheets below you were messy and damp with sweat, your back arching off the sticky fabric as your fathers length cock rubbed up and down your messy pussy. Dad!Enji had been at this for an hour, rubbing his thick cock against you, teasing your gooey cunt until you were teary eyed and whining. His rough and calloused hands held your waist tightly, furrowed red brows lined with sweat as he rolled his hips harshly into yours.
“Tch…your soft heart will get you into trouble.”
Your blearily look up at him, eyes glossy with pleasure as you slowly took in his words. A broken giggle escaped your kiss-swollen lips, your eyes rolling back as you rocked your hips against his pulsing length.
“Mhm…’s okay…jus’ keep…keep takin’ it all out on me, m’kay dad?”
Dad!Enji scoffed at your words, his right hand leaving your waist to line up the blushing tip of his cock to your achy hole, barely sparing you a glance when he heard your breath hitch.
‘ Keep taking it all out on me ’
The words echoed in his mind as he pushed inside you, a scowl forming on his lips as he felt your walls clench and squeeze around him, eyes closing as a sign of your obvious pleasure. His hand traveled to your throat as he bottomed out into you, squeezing the flesh until your eyes snapped up when you realized he wasn’t playing.
“Too soft. Too kind. I should’ve raised you better. Stronger…If I had-”
Suddenly reeling his hips back, Dad!Enji slammed his cock back into you with a merciless rhythm, ignoring your startled squeal as he kept fucking cunt and bouncing your body with all his strength.
“Then you wouldn’t be here, whoring yourself out to your own father to save your siblings from rightful discipline."
Your eyes were rolled back, mouth open as shameful moans ripped through your throat, cunt squelching and creaming on his monstrous cock. You clawed at the sheets, pathetically attempting to squeal out a babble of words.
“S’m…my jooobb!”
A snarl ripped through Dad!Enji’s throat, his thrusts growing more erratic and harsh. He squeezed your throat again, relishing in your garbled attempt to breathe.
“Your job-“
Thrust.
“Is to-“
Thrust. Thrust.
“Sit still and take what you deserve in place of your siblings!”
With a final thrust, Dad!Enji came, spilling his hot load deep into the crevis of your womb. Your cunt could only spasm and clench around him, milking him for every drop as your face turned pale from asphyxiation. It was only after he had pulled out of your quivering hole that he released your throat, allowing the much needed oxygen to fill your lungs.
Your body twitched in bed, cunt leaking hot cum onto the sheets as you stared up at the ceiling with a blank gaze, mind whirring with fading pleasure.
If this is what it meant to protect your siblings from the harsh discipline of your father…you’d do it again. For their sake, of course.
Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, Overprotective behavior, Mild emotional manipulatiom, Violence/Threats (non-graphic), Slight psychological horror (in a domestic, subtle way).
Short Summary: You, a young child, was playing quietly in daycare when another kid tried to take the toy you were using. Upon being told "no," the other child bit you deeply, leaving visible teeth marks and drawing blood. The daycare staff downplayed the incident... until the parent/guardian arrived.
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
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🖤𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚
He’s calm. Too calm. And that’s what makes it terrifying.
When Aizawa is informed of the bite wound, he appears unreadable, hands in pockets, posture slightly slouched, the usual tiredness in his voice.
“I see. May I have the other child’s name? And their guardians’ contact info, please?”
The daycare staff assumes he’s just filing a report. They don’t realize this isn’t paperwork, it’s personal.
The moment he sees you clinging to a caretaker, face red and wet with tears, shirt stained with your own blood, he doesn’t move for a moment. Then: Eye twitch, Jaw clench, Silence that stretches just long enough to be unsettling.
He examines the wound carefully, lips thinning as he registers the depth. It’s no nip it’s a full, rage-filled bite.
Scoops you up gently but firmly. Tells you everything’s okay in a soft, soothing tone.
“I’ve got you now. No one’s going to touch you again.”
At home, he cancels patrols. Cancels classes. Cancels everything. You're not leaving his side for days.
Later that night, he uses public records and hero-level access to look into the other child’s family. He drafts a very polite email asking to discuss the incident.
That email is coded in legal threat and quiet menace. It ends with:
“I expect this issue to be resolved without escalation. I’d hate to involve the Commission.”
You’ll never return to that daycare again. He hires a private in-home caretaker with strict credentials and surveillance cams. He watches them daily.
If you ever cry again over another kid? He’s filing for home-schooling before the tears dry.
🔥𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢
You were the one good thing he didn’t ruin. So no one else gets to, either.
Enji is informed about the bite by phone. He doesn’t speak for a full six seconds.
Shows up at the daycare 14 minutes later. Hair slicked back. Coat on. Silent.
Saff greet him nervously. He asks one question:
“Where is my daughter?”
He sees you, curled in the corner with a bandage wrapped badly, sobbing. When you notice him and run into his arms, he kneels immediately and holds you to his chest, his arms tightening just a little too hard.
When he sees the bite marks through the gauze, something behind his eyes turns hollow.
“They broke skin. With teeth. On purpose.”
Doesn’t yell. Doesn’t threaten. Simply stands and says:
“You’ve failed to protect my child. This place is no longer suitable
Later that evening, the daycare receives a call from the Hero Commission. An inspection will be done for “quirk management and safety compliance.”
The other kid’s father is laid off from his hero firm two weeks later. Enji never speaks about it. But he made a call.
You're moved to an elite daycare in a secured building with private security and glass walls. He visits mid-day randomly just to see if you're okay.
Tells Shoto and Fuyumi not to bring it up. It’s handled
That toy? He finds the same one online, orders five in every color.
“If anyone tries to take something from you again, tell me. I’ll deal with them.”
For the first time since his divorce, he personally tucks you into bed that night. Doesn’t leave your room. Barely blinks.
💣𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
She screamed loud enough to make the windows rattle.
The moment she walks into the room and sees you crying—blood on your sleeve, tear-streaked face, scared to speak, she’s already yelling.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HER?!”
The teacher stammers something about a "disagreement" and "normal childhood behavior."
“NORMAL?! Do you see THIS?!”
She’s holding your little arm up in the air, showing the deep bite to the entire room.
Other parents turn their heads. One even tries to interrupt. Mitsuki doesn’t care. Her voice rises louder.
When she learns the name of the child who bit you? She demands to speak with their parents immediately.
“No, I’m not calming down! What if she gets an infection?! What if that brat had a damn quirk in his teeth?!”
Calls Katsuki mid-breakfast: “Someone bit your sister. Get over here.”
Katsuki shows up. Grumpy. But when he sees the bite? “I’ll kill ‘em.”
The two of them create a scene that ends with the other kid’s parents breaking down, apologizing, and offering to pay for medical care.
Mitsuki: “Damn right you will. And a new plushie too.”
You don’t go back to that daycare. Ever. She doesn’t trust them. Buys cameras. Interviews every new staff member at your next one herself.
Every time she drops you off afterward: “If someone looks at you funny, tell me. Mama’s got a baseball bat in the car.”
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from My Hero Academia, created by Kohei Horikoshi and published by Shueisha. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective owners. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on My Hero Academia’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
hey , help me ! . ENJI TODOROKI | KINKTOBER 2025 .
getting your new apartment should be a huge accomplishment but when the radiators don't work , you have to begrudgingly call in a plumber . he didn't expect to find you stuck in a washing machine , however .
TAGS . dom enji / endeavour , fem-bodied reader , age gap , single dad enji , " oh no i'm stuck " scenario , mentions of past drinking but it's nothing much , sir kink , slight dub-con , praise , petnames ( darling , sweetheart , sweetie , baby ) , a happy trail you don't even see , unprotected sex but no creampie soz .
WORDCOUNT . 3.3k words .
ANASTASIA . i actually don't know what possessed me to do this one i can't lie . . . ☾
graduating from college with your degree was an accomplishment that you'd wear proudly for possibly the rest of your life. it'd taken you on a journey; you'd made new friends, experienced things like no other and now you'd made a turning point, landed a job in the neighbouring city... things were starting to look up for you after all.
the last thing on the agenda of life was moving out of your parents' place and with the help of your new job, you scored one. it was a little apartment, nothing extravagant in the suburbs but who was you to complain? you'd land on your feet one day like a cat, and when that day comes you'll puff out your chest.
"hey, is it okay if i leave this one here?" raising your head from where you'd be sifting through a box, you spot one of your college friends with a slightly smaller cardboard box in his hands. smiling, you nod.
"yeah that's fine, thanks a bunch for today," the sigh leaves your lips as you push off your knees, turning to face him completely, "you didn't have to stay this late, i know you've got a long journey back."
ah yes, 'cause you'd moved hours from home, away from the rich, heartiness of your mother's cooking or the familiar, comforting smell of childhood sheets; ditches you once jumped, trees you've climbed and streets you've walked a thousand times.
"oh come on," your friend grins as he places the box down atop a stack of other boxes, "i wasn't gonna ditch you early just so i could get home in time for an evening showing of a soap opera."
"sounds like something you'd do." you retaliate playfully. it almost seems like clockwork now between you both.
after a few ushered goodbyes and one hug for good luck, the door of your apartment shut for the last time today, leaving you alone once more. in his wake you push shut the locks, eyes roving over every box and carefully wrapped piece of furniture littered among the small space.
this could take days to sort through, finding places for everything in a way that feels like home again. perhaps it was a good thing that your work was kind enough to give you a few days to settle in, to find your way around the unfamiliar city.
a shiver runs down your spine and you find your feet involuntarily wandering over to the thermostat on the wall, frozen fingers twisting the knob in hopes turning up the heating could thaw out your limbs enough to start working on the overwhelming amount of boxes.
minutes pass with ornaments placed on shelving units and cushions thrown onto an oddly placed couch you know you'll have to push into place later by yourself, but the apartment doesn't seem to get any warmer. one touch to a nearby radiator tells you everything; the damn heating isn't working. no wonder it's dirt cheap rent.
facebook listings for plumbers in your area seem endless now, it was almost strange. you was too used to small town livings where the whole area knew one reliable plumber. now you had choices. perched on the edge of your couch borderline biting your finger, you make the decision to call a guy who'd most recently posted his advertisement.
"hello, enji todoroki speaking." his voice is deep through the other end of the call, rough around the edges that makes you wonder if you'd just woke up the man up.
"uhh - hi, is this the right number for endeavour plumbing services?" you must sound like a mouse cornered by a cat, squeaking out almost timidly. he chuckles. there's a warm sensation in your chest.
"yeah, it is darling," enji reassures you and suddenly you find yourself sitting back on the couch, "it's out-of-hours though, can i drop by after the school run tomorrow morning?"
the warm feeling creeping through your body begins to ebb away at that. goodness, fantasising about the man on the other end of the call when he's clearly married and a father? you scold yourself for jokingly watching too many stuck pornos with your college friends when the drinks got too many.
you gave enji some brief details and your address, admitting you're living alone and just moved in. once more that deep voice reassured you things would be alright, suggesting you settle into bed for the night where it'd be easier for your body to retain heat.
even if you couldn't fantasise about the man from his voice alone, you felt relieved to know his number was in your contacts now.
following enji's orders - or rather suggestions that you just took to heart, - you sifted through boxes until you found your rolled up duvet and some clean sheets folded neatly by your mother one last time. nobody warned you how hard it was to make a double bed by your lonesome. in the end, curled up beneath the sheets with every trembling shiver of your body, you managed to fall asleep like a hibernating creature.
golden light is what you woke up the next morning. it wasn't grand, it didn't break through the fabric of your curtains in extravagant lengths of glowing warmth. it was only a sliver, a grasp of light through skyscrapers and buildings alike that now made up your neighbourhood and the view beyond your window.
you move sluggishly, feet unwilling to touch that cold floor and yet doing so anyways. you make breakfast, something basic with the low level of effort of finding things still packed away before you get back to work unpacking. you're growing tired of the searching, moving things constantly only to give up and tell yourself you'll find it another time.
finishing one room almost makes you heave a huff of breath that replaces any sort of accomplishment you've felt before now - almost. passing your front door you hesitate, lingering beside it as you make a last minute decision to unlock on the odd chance you can't hear enji knocking. after all it's been years since you truly abided to a school agenda, what time was the school run anyways? you didn't really recall when you should be expecting him.
you make eye contact with the pieces of dirty laundry on the back of the couch, halfway between the floor and a laundry hamper you've not quite found a place for yet. as a congratulations for moving out, your parents got you a half-assed present - a washing machine. it's brand new and perhaps before you tackle the pieces of dirty laundry staring back at you, you should learn the controls.
so you kneel down before the washing machine, knees hitting the cold floor begrudgingly. it's not similar to any you've seen before, none that you became acquainted with during your time at college. frowning you lean forward, opening up the door only to spot a label towards the back of the silver drum.
well that'll have to go.
first your head goes into the drum, followed by an arm that reaches for a sticker about usage, things you're sure you can find in the manual you'd set on the counter last night after your parents left. it's just out of reach, a hair breadth from scraping your nail into the corner. irritably you lean further, squeezing both shoulders into the washing machine in a last ditch effort.
it's only when you hear the muffled knock of your front door - wait, the front door?!
you quickly try to peel the sticker, digging your nail under the corner and tugging as much as you can in the enclosed space. enji calls out your name once, twice. he tries the handle and finds your front door unlocked, a sensation of shock running through his beefy figure as it looms in the doorway.
surely he shouldn't just wander in, what if you was showering? any rational thought leaves the older man's mind when he hears what sound like struggled noises from deeper within your apartment. you could be in danger and hells with it if he was going to let a potential customer - especially one as sweet sounding as you - be in any form of danger.
the shock doesn't subside as he pushes open your front door with one large hand, the other holding onto his toolbox like it was a weapon instead of an array of spanners. your apartment is a state, but it's also a state he expected it to be in from what you'd said over the phone last night.
boxes strewn across the floors, the place looks more like a storage unit rather than a small one bedroom apartment in the suburbs you'd landed in. he moves rather hesitantly unsure whether or not this really is okay of him.
that's when he turns the corner and spots you. your ass in the air, those small pajama shorts riding up the curve of your ass and hugging tight to your plump folds. suddenly it's a little difficult to breathe for the man.
sure, since his wife left him in custody of their children he'd had a few hook-ups here and there. the dating scene in this city isn't exactly the easiest, especially when you're not only a single parent, you're a single dad. he'd always been out with other single parents, sometimes a teacher or two before they ended things on being unprofessional.
it'd been a while since he'd had a chance to fuck anyone and here you was like a four course meal displayed for his eyes only.
"how on earth did you manage this, sweetie?" enji finally chuckles but it's barely there. he doesn't know if he wants to laugh at the humiliation as it sets into your body or whether he just wants to dine on a pretty little thing like you. he takes the second option.
"just help me, please - oh god this is so embarrassing.." it comes out as a whine and enji is reminded you're so much younger than he is. you wriggle again, your shoulders won't budge past the door of the washing machine in your stressed state.
you're not seeing clear enough to see the easiest route out, if only you'd just breathe and see rational again. enji sits his toolbox on top of the washing machine, shaking his head in amusement while you can't see him.
enji soon realises he can't help himself. his cock twitches in his slacks, tenting up a bulge that almost makes him embarrassed. he kneels his larger body behind you, avoids the way you kick your feet in a feeble attempt at getting yourself free again. the rational part of him can't deny how drawn he is to the sight of someone younger just so helpless... so stuck.
the moment enji's hands splay across your waist, so big he could engulf you whole, you freeze. all those half-sober times you'd watch "step-bro i'm stuck!" pornos with your college friends, snorting at how ridiculous they are - they could easily get out after all - and you'd never cared to admit one thing; maybe you wanted to be in that scenario, just once.
you'd have liked to have met the guy beforehand though.
enji doesn't missed that you're reluctantly aroused from the mere idea of him taking you right now. it seeps through the thin fabric of your shorts, creates a damp patch so dark and sodden it's plainly obvious to his prying eyes. his hands cup the backs of your thighs, thumbs spreading that sticky arousal further onto the fabric with another chuckle deep from his chest.
warmth creeps up your skin, threatening to overwhelm you with the shame and sheer mortification of what was happening. on display for a complete stranger, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit through your shorts. yet a whine falls past your lips - this time it isn't begging for him to help you, isn't any sort of bratty embodiment that you snap into the hollow drum of the washing machine. it's defeat; defeat that you can't push your hips back further into his touch.
hands shift to the band of your shorts, calloused fingers brushing against soft skin as he tugs down your shorts in a desperate attempt to see more. the tent in his slacks only grows, painfully hard at the sight of beads of arousal sticking between your sweet pussy and the fabric peeling away from your skin.
"look at you.." enji mutters, spreading your ass cheeks with those big hands you're growing familiar with. your hole winks, clenching around nothing but air. he has you right where he wants you.
"shut up.." you choke out in a mumble, almost muffled in the tight space you'd found yourself in. enji hums out, leans closer to inspect the way you're so ready for a man you've never met.
enji's desperation only grows, shoving his slacks down his thighs in a half-assed attempt at freeing his raging boner. it springs free, slaps against his firm tummy where a trail of red hair curls like fire at the base, trailing up under his turtleneck. one of his hands leaves your ass to wrap around his length; one pump, two pump, three pumps before he rubs the head against your puffy folds.
he collects your arousal like it is a divine blessing, ruts his cock between your folds - not quite entering, not quite giving you what you so shamefully want. a hiss leaves his gritted teeth at the wanton mewl that echoes in the washing machine drum.
"please, sir.." it's a breathy plea, one that goes straight to his cock. his tip notches your entrance and any breath you had left in your lungs hitches in your throat. it suffocates you, makes it even harder to breathe in the confined space you was trapped in.
it burns initially when he pushes forward, stretches you open on his surprisingly thick length to the point you have to kick your feet in the air for some concept of scrambling away from him but those big hands stay hoisted on your hips, stopping you from attempting any form of wriggling now.
you're so much tighter than he's had in the past. the few women he did get laid with after a not-so-great date didn't feel this good, this sweet. you were really like a sinful treat for an old man like himself.
"you ever had dick before?" enji grunts, a teasing lilt in that deep, firm voice of his as he rocks his hips forward. for the first time, you feel those fiery red curls at the base of his cock when he bottoms out inside you, "doesn't feel it.."
"once- ha-aah.." your eyes roll back, nails scrambling against the metal drum surrounding you. what you don't see is the way enji quirks a brow, notes that you made it through college only getting fucked by one other person. how? how did you manage that when you sound so sweet, attractive just from your voice?
enji continues to rock his hips, languid motions that send tingles down your spine when his tip kisses your cervix. you've never felt so delightfully full, not by your own fingers or toys and certainly not by that brief college hook-up. it overwhelms your senses, stings your eyes with tears of sheer pleasure that threaten to roll down your cheeks.
"you're taking it so good, sweetheart," there's a slanted grin on his chiselled face, decorated by the occasional unshaven red stubble he finds too high maintenance to grow out, "almost a pro at takin' older cock, huh?"
every thrust that reaches impossibly deeper slaps his heavy balls against your clit, well trimmed and filled with seed he's lacked to ejaculate for what feels like years.
"please, please, please-" it almost feels like edging, the way you want him to go just a little rougher. just a little faster. your pleas are slightly muffled, vibrating off the drum that ensnared you but enji hears them just fine.
he thrusts harder, thrusts with purpose that feels like re-arranging your guts. globs of sparkling tears begin to roll down your cheeks that almost burn to touch. you sniffle, hiccupping out lewd moans for more, desperate for the man you've just met.
and enji gives and he gives until you can't take any more - and he knows you're close. your cunt is spasming, it's sucking him in deeper like an innocent lamb he can't say no to. there's that familiar sensation at the base of his spine, balls drawing tight to his body at finally having the chance to release.
but no. he wants you to finish first, to fall over the edge at his fingertips.
"that's it baby, c'mon.. give it to me." he tries to coax it from you, hot breath huffing over the bare skin of your back when he leans over as much of you as he can. gods did he want to see your face right now. he wanted to see the look of pure bliss as it overrides your senses and rolls your eyes back.
pleads fall from your lips, mixed in with the occasional "sir" that fuels enji's fire, the very one that he thought was burning out. who knew a pretty little thing like yourself would stoke the embers he'd long stopped cradling with care?
when you come it's breath-taking, a wail echoing in the washing machine drum when the out-of-hours plumber you called on a whim pushes you over the edge. his thick shaft halts to the hilt, hips flush against your clammy skin as he holds you in place so you can't worm away from mind-shattering orgasm raking your tender body.
he grits his teeth in a last ditch effort to maintain some control, your pussy convulsing and spasming around his cock like you was trying to milk him dry. he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to, enji knew he couldn't empty himself in you.
so when the waves of your orgasm finally subside, your trembling body limp in his protective hold, enji pulls out reluctantly. he fists his length with a shaky hand, clumsily and with a groan that feels like a scorching wave of heat to your ears, sticky, white ropes paint your ass.
"ah, fuck.." he huffs under his breath, coming down from his own high. blue eyes land on how you're still jutting out of the washing machine and finally, he wakes up from the addictive dream he'd dived into head first, "shit, here, relax your arms for me-"
you obediently follow suite in a mindless daze, teetering on the edge of passing out from an overwhelming exhaustion that makes your whole body feel like lead. enji manoeuvres your body out of the washing machine like it was the easiest thing on earth - perhaps it was and this whole time, you'd made a mole hill out of an anthill just like those pornos.
"thanks.." your voice is raspy from the wanton cries you'd let out into the drum as if only you could hear them. in the end you finally make eye contact with enji todoroki, your new plumber. he has dark red hair spiked up, a stubble that's slightly uneven on his jawline and a dark grey turtleneck hugging the bulky muscles underneath.
"if you'd like.. maybe i can treat you to dinner? as an apology, of course.." enji grunts out, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he tugs his slacks up, tucking his softening cock out of sight once more. weakly you smile, nodding.
"alright then... can you fix the heating first?" the way your eyes sparkle and not from overwhelming tears as you look up at him, that breathless smile on your face and strands of hair sticking to your skin after he just finished on your ass...
you're probably around the same age as his oldest kids and yet he's addicted. rational thinking be damned, he's already in too deep anyways and when you offer him a hot drink, fresh out of the shower with your hair wrapped in a towel and clean clothes on, it almost feels like the domestic life enji has craved since his divorce.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, power dynamics, Enji is divorced, angst, oral sex(male receiving), semi-public sex
word count: 1.1k
pairings: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader
summary: he's your boss and he hasn't had the touch of someone else in a long time. you show up with the dreaded paperwork and a little something to put a pep in his step
a/n: for @cherryblossombankai!! I love you <333
He really hated filling out paperwork. It was the last thing on his mind after a successful crime bust, and it was always the thing he dreaded when he got back to the office. Even now, with hardly anyone waiting for him at home, he was just wanting to leave and do this all up tomorrow.
It’s when you entered his office with a stack of files…
You, with your sweet smile. You, with your loving eyes. You always look at Enji so tenderly. It’s like he’s strung the stars in the sky just for you and he cannot for the life of him understand why the hell you’d ever look at him like that.
He’s done nothing good in his life. He’s done only damage to those he’s loved. He let his ego and his angry and painful past get in the way of him seeing anything worth it. He’s used his painful scars and allowed it to infect those he cared the most about. It’s not like he had anything to offer you.
And yet you still come in here, your eyes tired but still alight when they stop on him.
“I’m so sorry to have to drop this all on you,” you say with genuine guilt in your voice. “You’ll have to file this before leaving.”
He wants to beg you to stay, but the words get stuck in his throat. He couldn’t bother you with keeping him company, even though he knows that you’d most likely do so.
As you come around the desk and place the files on it, Enji gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s something that really excites him. He’s not exactly sure why, but it’s always turned him on to smell a woman’s perfume. You grin playfully and nudge him.
“I can help if you’d like!”
This causes him to snap out of his lustful daze. Oh, you were much too cute for your own good. You probably have no idea what you’re doing to him. Or maybe you do and you’re just a little temptress. It would serve him right after all the bullshit he’s caused to others in his life.
Enji runs his fingers through his hair and he nods. He hates asking for help and he hates having to even show a hint of weakness, but you’re already sitting next to him before he can even say anything else.
“Okay, I’ll work on these.”
The two of you begin to work on your files, and there’s a nice little hum of conversation as you work. The more you get to know your boss, the more you fall in love with him. Knowing that he’s alone and he’s trying to atone for his sins just makes him even more endearing to you.
Eventually, you begin to make a move. Your nails drag against his arm as you reach for something, making him shudder. Your breasts press against him as you reach for something again. Enji isn’t an idiot. He’s a lot of things but he’s most definitely not an idiot. Especially when a gorgeous young woman is basically throwing herself at him.
“You don’t…you don’t have to do this.” He says through gritted teeth. You’ve got him pretty riled up.
“I know I don’t have to, but what if I want to?”
There’s a smirk on your face and your eyes are now alight with pure flames of lust. Enji swallows hard and loosens his tie. He hasn’t felt this kind of need growing inside of him in such a long time. After his divorce, Enji just figured he’d end up a miserable old man alone.
“Y-you want to?” He questions, making sure to confirm this with you.
“Yeah. I do. Just say the word, and I can help you unwind.”
He would be a fool to say no. He hasn’t been intimate with someone in a very long time, so he’s worried that maybe he’s going to make a fool of himself. It’s just as you begin to caress his chest that Enji finally melts into this.
“Don’t worry. I want to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear.
He watches through hooded eyes as you make your way onto the ground on your knees. Enji wishes he could offer you something better, but right now he’s thinking with the head between his legs and not the one on his shoulders. You let out such a saccharine giggle that has his heart thumping and his cock throbbing.
“You’re so hard,” you coo as you unbuckle his belt.
Oh why aren’t the right words coming to mind now? Enji thinks to himself. You must be putting him under some kind of spell. He’s speechless with his heart pounding in his chest. You make him feel as hard as a fucking teenager right now.
It’s when you pull him out of his boxers that he finally groans. He’s so sensitive. It’s been ages since anyone has treated him like this. Enji groans loudly once more as you wrap your fingers around his thick cock, making him buck his hips.
“So sensitive,” you coo once more.
The words he was about to say die right in his throat as you take him into your mouth. It’s warm, it’s wet…oh it’s pure fucking heaven. You work his cock eagerly, swirling your tongue around the tip before trying to take all of him into your mouth. The way you so eagerly take him in like this has his thighs shaking already. He knows he won’t last and it makes him feel so fucking pathetic.
Enji looks down and fuck—you’re looking at him with his goddamn cock in your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely as you attempt to deepthroat him the best you can. It’s not fair that you can treat him like this, but it’s even less fair that he’s going to shoot down your throat within seconds.
“W-wait,” he pants.
But it’s much too late.
A loud moan is ripping through his chest as thick shots of his seed spill down your throat. You maintain eye contact with him the entire time, making him come even harder. He swears he’s about to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
You get up off your knees after you tuck him back into his pants. Enji is quiet for a few moments, but you know it’s not because he didn’t enjoy this. It’s because he’s boneless, brainless and unsure of what to even say at this very moment. You begin to work on the case files once more, but the big man grabs you by the waist.
With renewed energy, Enji pushes you down on the desk. There’s only one thing he can do to repay what you’ve done for him. His large hands flip your skirt up and he begins to toy with you through your panties.
“Let me return the favor, hm?”
The fire in his eyes says he’s serious. Who are you to deny your boss?
