#enji lemon

Endeavor’s agency is top-notch, up there with the best just like his hero status and that’s exactly what you were looking for.

You had graduated at the top of your class from the department of management at UA and many agencies scouted you. However, the one you wanted was one that you would have to approach yourself.

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Endeavor didn’t have a doubt about hiring you after looking over your resume and your job interview. You were a bright, confident, and almost overqualified woman after all.

Enji had a great business instinct and even though he was a stubborn man he listened to your suggestions, making the job easy flowing and enjoyable for you.

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He was a great boss but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the tension between the two of you. It took some time to get used to his hardened personality but his appearance had enticed you from the moment you had met him. Both Enji’s hero costume and his casual business apparel were both tight around his massive arms, muscles straining against the material.

You did your best to keep things professional, only sneaking glances when you were sure he wasn’t looking. At least you did a better job of hiding it than he did, his eyes boldly trailing down your body daily.

Enji had been in your head as you touched yourself at night more times than you cared to count, the desire for him to touch you building up for months. As you laid awake yet another night, hand between your slick thighs, you decided that it was time to fan his flames just a little more.

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Papers rustle in Enji’s quiet office as he studies them with a frown on his face. The disappointment in his recruits washes over him as documents of bad press and damage settlements catch his eye. He sighs, not having anyone but himself to blame for his selection.

A soft knock at Enji’s door shifts his attention away from the paperwork. “May I come in, Mr. Todoroki?” He hears your sweet voice call out and he straightens his blouse out before calling out that you may.

He shifts in his massive office chair as you enter, abruptly being reminded of your outfit of the day. In the morning he thought that maybe his fantasies had spilled over to reality when his eyes had caught your form.

You weren’t wearing anything scandalous, looking as business-oriented as ever, but the slight change that was present made Enji’s cock strain in his pants. You had traded your standard white blouse and black pencil skirt that went to cover till over your knees out for something slightly more revealing. A black silk blouse hugging your bosom, teasing a bit of cleavage, and a dark red pencil skirt that cuts off a bit above your knees.

Enji felt ashamed over his lewd thoughts. It was a mundane outfit that you probably had thought nothing off when you put it on and as your boss, he should see it that way too. But it was you in the outfit, a woman who he had wanted badly for a tortuously long time now.

His elbows rest on his desk, his fingers interwoven in front of his chin as he watches you, hips going side to side as you strut towards his desk.

Enji’s eyes trace over every curve that your clothing allows him to see, eager for more.

A smile shows on your face as you approach your boss, heart fluttering from seeing him again. You knew he had taken notice of your outfit since the morning, but pride fills you again nonetheless when you notice his eyes are practically glued to you. Nothing had been said or done but you could feel the tension weighing heavier than before, your dreams becoming closer and closer to reality.

“The pictures of Deadnite that got leaked have been taken care of. The only existing hard copies are in this file.” You wave a thick file around in your right hand before sliding it onto your boss’s desk.

The Pro hero Deadnite’s file keeps on landing on your desk, this time for having pictures leaked of him in compromising positions. Enji trusts you with keeping or taking this kind of bad publicity out of the hands of the press, which is a hard task, to say the least.

“Thank you for taking care of it so swiftly.” Enji grumbles as he takes the file and flips through it. He takes a look at the pictures before throwing the file back down on his desk with a sigh. The excitement for you exits his body, work crudely drawing him back in.

You notice the shift in Enji’s expression, making you bite your lip at if you should try something to get his attention back. Your eyes fall on the empty coffee mug on his desk.

“I’ll get you some coffee Mr. Todoroki.” You say, making him blink in confusion for a second as he forgot the mug even existed, never mind that it was empty.

You bend your upper body over the big oak wood desk, taking your time to reach the mug on the other side. Enji’s gaze quickly falls on your cleavage, getting a better view of it than ever before as you pick up the mug next to his left arm.

He swallows thickly, his cock hardening as he admires your soft breasts.

Frustration washes over him when you move away again.

With the mug in hand, you stare at your boss from across the desk, wondering what he’s thinking as he frowns. Did you overstep?

Enji’s eyes meet yours, the intense blue seeming to have darkened with lust. “I think you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

You shift nervously on your feet, his booming voice making you unsure if he is angry. “I don’t know-” You start, eyes aimed at the ground but he quickly cuts you off. “Don’t fake innocence. I’m not angry.” Your eyes snap back up at his words, the tension leaving your body at that reassurance.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but it seems you are craving something from me.” Enji says, flashing a cocky grin at you, a rare sight. You feel heat rising to your cheeks at his words.

“Come here.” He pushes himself away a bit from his desk, tapping his leg to motion you to sit on his lap. You walk around his desk over to his side, legs shaky from adrenaline as you wonder what’s to come.

Enji hums in satisfaction as you sit down on his lap, one of his hands half reaching around you to hold your waist. A shiver runs down your body as he brings his face closer to yours, hot breath tingling against your neck. “You are a smart girl. You should know better than to tease a man like me.” He speaks softly, chuckling.

You gasp out as his free hand grabs onto your chin, roughly pulling it to make you face him. Enji’s lips meet yours in a blink of an eye, pulling you into a rough kiss. His lips feel like they are on fire as they move against yours, his tongue making use of your tiny gasps as it quickly enters your mouth.

You can’t help but moan into the kiss. The way that his arm around your waist pulls you tightly against his broad chest as he kisses you making heat rise between your legs.

Enji’s fire is felt by you at every touch. The heat of his skin, his almost burning lips and the taste of smoke as he tangles his tongue with yours is more intense than you ever imagined.

You move to hold onto him, hands tiny against his shoulders. Flinging your legs over his free one, you move yourself to sit directly on his lap. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel Enji’s cock rubbing up against your thighs, the length of it being a welcome surprise.

The tight grip on your chin disappears, Enji moving his lips away from yours. You look up at your boss, lustful eyes focused on his stern face. It isn’t easy to know what he is thinking, but in this case, his eyes betray him just as much as yours do.

Enji’s gaze moves up and down your body. One of his calloused hands runs over one of your thighs before giving it a generous squeeze, causing you to squeal out. A slight smirk tugs at the sides of his lips as he kneads the soft flesh under his hand.

“Tell me how long you have wanted this, wanted me.” Your response gets stuck in your throat as Enji’s lips move to your neck, placing bruising kisses along it. “F-for months.” You stutter out. His teeth teasingly graze your sensitive flesh, lips already just below your collarbone.

You take a sharp breath and brace yourself against Enji as his lips find your breasts. His bruising kisses turn literal as he starts marking your exposed skin. You writhe under his touch, the wetness between your thighs starting to dampen your panties.

The hand on your thigh had been forgotten, making you jolt when it slips under your skirt. Enji’s fingers rub over your clothed sex, making the material even wetter. You hear him chuckle against your skin, pleased with your body’s reaction.

Enji’s mind is completely clouded by lust, his intention to tease you until you cry wavering as he grows impatient. He has already imagined what your tight heat would feel like around him more than enough, he wants the real thing.

Dragging your soaked panties to the side, you feel two of Enji’s fingers prod at your entrance. You mewl loudly as the intrusion of his fingers stretches your walls deliciously. His fingers find little resistance as he slides them in and out of your soaked pussy, spurring him on to not go gentle.

Enji’s cock twitches under you as he gets the first feel of your tightness. His lips move away from your breasts so he can watch your face. The way you switch between biting your lip to opening them into a pleasured O, making him wish he had the time to slide his cock between them.

But Enji knew it would only be a matter of time before some emergency would come up that would require his attention and he wanted to make sure your pussy was dripping with cum by then.

He continues his motions, fucking you on his fingers, stilling now and then to spread his fingers in a scissoring movement. Your nails are felt through his blouse as you dig them in harshly.

Your eyes flutter closed in bliss when Enji’s fingers curl inside you, rubbing your sweet spot in hasty motions. He feels your walls flutter around him, the tension in your core building to your climax. With a few more precise flicks of his fingers, he has you coming undone around him, making you bite your lip hard to stifle your moans.

Enji groans as he pulls his fingers out of your twitching heat. They glisten, coated in your slick. You take hold of his wrist, drawing his fingers to your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes, you suck at his fingers eagerly. You notice a slight twitch in his face as you clean him up, his patience snapping,

As soon as you release Enji’s fingers his hands grab onto your waist roughly. He lifts you off of his lap before bending you over his desk, cock eagerly rubbing against your ass. He leans over your form. “Better bite down on something.” He whispers in your ear, causing you to whimper under him.

Your forearms are planted against the cold wood, bracing yourself as Enji drags his pants and boxers down behind you. His fingers pull your panties to the side and your breath stops for second as you feel the head of his cock poke between your folds. It feels like your held in breath gets knocked out of you as he starts sliding in. Your walls ache as he works in his cock inch by inch, his girth stretching you like nobody has before.

“Oh my god, Todoroki.” You moan, your jaw dropping as he sheaths himself fully inside of you. Enji’s fingers let go of your panties, leaving them tugged against your thigh. “I never gave you permission to not address me as your superior.” He lands a hard smack against your ass, your skin reddening instantly under your skirt. You hiss through your teeth, pussy clenching around his cock from his harsh treatment.

“I’m sorry sir!” You yelp out as Enji slides his cock out of you almost completely before ramming it back in. “That’s right.” He groans and grips your hips with a bruising force.

You feel your body rocking forward into the desk with every thrust, his pace being slow but hard. The way his cock drags against your walls making you mewl.

Enji admires your smaller frame under him as he fucks you, groaning as his eyes fall on your pussy. His cock twitches inside of you as he watches it slip in and out of your soaked hole, lips eagerly gripping and sucking him in every time his pelvis meets your ass.

His speed picks up, the desire to see you completely unravel under him becoming unbearable. You scream out his name, his title, anything your mind still allows you to muster up, making one of Enji’s hands move to cover your mouth. “Do you want everyone in the office to known that I’m fucking you?!” He hisses.

Enji’s fast pace and sharp thrusts have your eyes rolling back, the tension in your core starting to build again. His hand on your hip pulls you to meet a hard thrust, your legs shaking as he hits your sweet spot with such force. Your walls flutter in pleasure, the feeling of them around his cock spurring him on even more.

“Cum for me!” Enji groans. Your muffled moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin are resonating in the room, hopefully not too loudly.

You bite into his hand as you cum hard around his cock, moving back against him to intensify it. Behind you Enji curses loudly before giving your ass another hard smack, making your pussy quiver around him.

He groans your name, giving one more snap of his hips before spilling his seed into you. You whimper as hot ropes of cum fill you, a bit of it slipping past his cock onto your thighs.

Enji’s hand leaves your mouth, knuckle stroking over the arch of your back as you shiver. He pulls his cock out of you, gathering the cum that’s spilling out on the head and pushing it back into you. After he is done he moves your panties back over your reddened pussy with a snap, chuckling as you yelp out.

You groan as he urges your tired body off of his desk. When you are off Enji pushes you to your knees and it’s clear to you what he wants. You open your mouth and he wastes no time in sliding his cock into your mouth.

You take in as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks to accommodate the girth as you suck him clean. Tasting the mixture of both of you makes your lust bloom up yet again but he pulls your head away after just a minute.

Enji smirks slightly as he tugs his cock back into his boxers and buckles his pants back up. Your eyes can’t help but stay focused on his big hands working his buckle, more sinful fantasies involving it starting to form.

You get up when he’s dressed and a dark blush spreads over your face as what just happened dawns on you. You just fucking your boss, oh no. You feel like turning on your heel and storming out right that second, too embarrassed and worried to form a sentence.

Enji’s hand catches your chin, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I hope you are aware that after today you’ll be assigned a new daily task. Clear an hour out of your schedule for it.” He tells you, so business-like that if you weren’t just fucked silly by him you wouldn’t have gotten it. He lets go of your chin and moves away as you stare at him.

You nod your head, smiling at your boss. “I’ll be right on it Mr. Todoroki.” Sitting back on his chair, he straightens out his blouse before returning to his paperwork.

You start to walk out of his office, a bit wonky in your heels. Enji clears his throat behind you, making you stop and turn around. He points at the coffee mug and at first, you think he’s joking, but as he picks it up and hands it to you you realize he isn’t.