After Hours

Let Me Fall

The parking garage below the Endeavor Agency was dark and damp. The sound of storm water rushing through the drainage pipes was all you could hear as you saddled up next to Enji, skillfully keeping up with his long strides as you walked to his car. Most would be surprised to know that Enji Todoroki drove himself to work daily, but you knew him better. He craved control too much to allow a driver to chauffeur him. Endeavor was a man who desired power over everything his hands could touch, a King Midas of flames, spreading them to every corner of his life and holding the molten reins of control with impressive ease.

The engine roared when Enji settled into his seat. He tossed the case file you had brought him earlier into your lap as he began to drive out from under the building and onto the busy expressway.

A sigh exasperated heavily from his chest, a small gust of flames leaving his nose as he exhaled. He was fucking taking you home with him. His cock twitched in his jeans when he thought of all the fantasies he had of getting you into his bed, of all the restless nights where he envisioned you within his sheets. Too often he dreamt of feeling your smooth skin against his, your small limbs entangled with his body, murmurs of adoration and lust soaking into his mouth.

He glanced over to you, finding your figure illuminated by the city lights. He'd finally touched you, held you, fucked you, but he still felt like you were far away. You were like a shadow, a vestige in his passenger seat. He needed to touch you again, to feel the borders of your soft skin that so expertly held your composure. He wanted to hear you say his name a thousand more times, hear you promise that you were his, feel you ultimately come undone.

"Read the case file out to me." Enji ordered, hands flexing around his steering wheel, knuckles whitening.

You began to read out the information concerning a new villain in Musutafu. Enji eyed you as you began flipping through the file in your lap. He nodded as he noted you detail the villain's quirk and known locations. He leaned back into his leather seat, listening to rain patter against the windshield, watching their little shadows dance across your skin. He had to remind himself to focus on driving, but his desire to feel you closer to him was overwhelming.

He reached across the center of the car, capturing your hand and casually bringing it to his lips. You steadied your elbow on the center console, feeling his warm breath against your skin. He could still smell your lingering arousal on his own fingers, a reminder of how he had you less than half an hour ago. He dipped one of your fingers into his searing mouth, relishing in the small gasp you gave him.

Your brows furrowed as you glanced over at him, a beautiful, snarky pout against your lips.

"Do you want me to finish reading the file, or are you going to distract me?"

He loved that tone in your voice, stern but playful, like you were daring him to tease you.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he ran your index finger across his lips, tongue hot and heavy as it glided over your skin. He just wanted a small taste, something to fulfill his growing appetite.

"Is this what work is going to be like now? Are you going to constantly distract me?"

"You've distracted me for over a year now, you deserve payback."

You grumbled something about how your teasing wasn't on purpose, but you knew deep down that some of it was. Your eyes rolled back to the case file.

He attentively kissed at your fingers as he drove and listened to you.

The two of you grew comfortable in silence once you closed the manila folder. You clasped the papers in your free hand, quietly thanking them for bringing you to Endeavor's office so late in the workday.