The Sex Photographer (Enji Todoroki x Reader)

Chapter 3

Your POV

I sighed and looked over to my phone, it was the next day around normal time. I was busy working, editing photos, posting ads and doing that sort of stuff. I couldn't help but stare at my phone most of the day.

I hadn't even bothered to think about sleep. I wanted to go to lunch with Eni, I wanted to catch up and get to know him more. I missed him, I missed his face, his voice... And just.. Everything about him. He had changed so much over the years, he was bigger, stronger, more masculine and just all around different.

I jumped when my ringtone went off. The song blaring loudly knocking me from my dreamland stance. I quickly picked up, I didn't know who the number belonged to, but he said to pick up on the first ring.

"Hello?" I chewed my nails hearing distant chatter between that sweet alpha tone kicked in.

"Hey there (N/n), how are you this morning?" I blushed trying to contain my excitement.

"I-im okay, just working. H-how are you?" A snicker reached my ears, I guessed my stutter was amusing to him.

"I'm good, doing the same as you, working." I could feel his smile through the phone. "Are we still good for lunch today?"

"H-huh!? Lunch!? Yeah!" I blushed and cleared my throat to calm myself down. "So uh... Where are we going for lunch?"

The chair on his end squeaked a little, my guess was he was standing up or readjusting himself. He sighed a bit before answering.

"Would you like a five star restaurant or a cafe?" I hummed a little and got up going over to my wardrobe.

"Hang on... Let me see what CLEAN clothes I have." We both chuckled knowing how lazy I can be. In all honesty I haven't done my laundry in a while. I inwardly cringe. "Cafe."

"Alright, I'll meet you a (fcp: favorite cafe place)."

"Sounds good! I'll be there in like an hour." I hung up without another word and started to dig through my pile of clothes.

Enji' s POV

I looked at the blank phone screen, the line had gone silent... She didn't even say goodbye to me! How rude!!

I growled and walked over to the small closet in my office and pulled out a nicer suit and slipped it on.

"I'll teach her... That little shit not saying goodbye to me. Who does she think she is!?"

"Sir?" I snapped my attention over to the woman who had opened my office door. She was a little larger but still cute and definetly bangable.

"Yes penelope?" She fiddled around with her shirt a little. She reminded me of my younger self.

I was very shy, and never talked to many people. My father was a drunk and had killed my mother when I was maybe around five. I was taken away and put into a foster home where I was adopted by a woman. Who, just so happened to be the first woman I had had sex with. She introduced me to this world and made me who I am. A sex addict who just can't stop.

A/N: okay... Working on it people, sorry for being such a lazy spaz. I'm trying over here 😭