#AYO BEEFY DADDY ALERT

[whirlybirbs]

I am bowing and humbly asking for Aizawa and Enji, since you're taking requests 🤣

ENJI TODOROKI bites back a sound unbecoming of Japan's #1 Pro Hero.

It's muffled into the back of his palm, the flames of his beard licking eagerly at his flesh as the temperature in the room hikes another degree closer to sweltering. His jaw tightens, his teeth grit, and he does everything he can to keep himself from bucking his hips upwards into your mouth.

You can't help the pride that surges in your chest when he throws his head back and grips the arms of his desk chair so tight you swear you see singe marks.

"Don't— s-stop," he rumbles desperately; his head falling to his chest as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock's thick, swollen head. He watches with big, desperate turquoise eyes, "Please—"

Then, he graces you with gentlest touch to your cheek imaginable.

Intimacy is different now, just like him. He was never one to relish in the satiable dalliances of pleasure. For him, it was a means to an end. But, with you—

"Patience," you tsk, settling deeper on your knees and working open the top two buttons of your blouse; sweat has gathered along the column of your throat and clings to the hair along your temples. It's how you know Enji is close — the room gets a bit too hot.

"Please, my flame," his voice cracks as he begs. It's deep and warm, like a bonfire on a cold night, "I need you—"

"I'm having fun," you say, your hand settling around his length as you tilt your head and drag your mouth up his length again. It earns you another deep, baritone moan punctuated with a flare of heat from his body, "You know what fun is, don't you Endeavor?"

Enji Todoroki doesn't give a shit about fun.

Fuck fun. Fuck this. He wants to feel you.

He drags a rough palm down his face and exhales, nodding.

Sure. Fun.

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