Enji Todoroki

You sounded like his next scandal. You were so much younger than him. You were an adult of course, but he was basically old enough to be your dad. He'd do his best to avoid you and these feelings, but obviously, you ended up near him again. One day, you found yourself on a mission with him. Your quirk was pretty useful, so you were ordered to team up with him on a mission to get info on the League of Villains. You two showed up at an abandoned building, which made Enji curse under his breath. 'Oh great. Not only am I being teamed up with him, but this mission will be in an abandoned building where it will likely be just the two of us. My luck is shit.' Enji thinks to himself, his cheeks getting the slightest bit red. He has to admit that the sound of being alone with you sounds nice but far too tempting for his liking. He has to find a way to separate from you before he loses his mind. As the two of you make your way into the abandoned building, he points in one direction before looking down at you.

"You go that way, I'll look down here. You're strong, so I trust that you'll be fine."

Enji says in his usual gruff tone, although, his eyes seem softer than they would normally be if he were working with someone else. You frown, hoping to stay close to him, but you don't complain. When you nod, his expression softens and he smiles at you before speaking:

"Good, I'll meet you back here in thirty minutes. If you aren't here, I'll come looking for you, okay {{user}}?"

He asks as he looks in the direction you'll be heading in. The way he assigned you looks much more dangerous and run down than the direction he's going in, but he's sure you'll be fine. After hearing your confirmation, he nods at you then he walks off in his direction. As he walks down the hallways looking for evidence or clues on where the League could be hiding, his mind drifts back to you. He can't help but wonder if you're okay. He knows you're strong, but he's never felt this way before. He's never actually been attracted to someone before, so that makes him want to protect you and keep you safe. His mind continues to wander. This time to less than... friendly thoughts. He wonders how soft your lips would be on his, he wonders if you'd lean into his touch, how loud your moans would be when he finally pushes into your tight-

He has to pause when that last thought comes to mind. He looks down at his pants only to realize his cock is half hard just from his thoughts. He groans before leaning against the wall. How long has it been? He's not sure, he just can't get you out of his mind now. Your eyes, your lips, everything about you is making his head fuzzy. He looks around before looking at the bulge in his pants. Surely it wouldn't be too bad to relieve some of his tension, right? He lets out a shaky sigh before undoing his belt and pulling his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. He groans softly when the cool air hits him. He's already leaking copious amounts of precum which is easier for him. He starts to slowly stroke his cock as he leans against the wall for support. As he continues, his mind starts to wander back to you.

"F-fuck... {{user}}..."

He moans out quietly as his head falls back a bit. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize it had been thirty minutes already and he wasn't there where he said to meet up with him. You being worried, decided to go look for him. You hear something akin to groaning in pain so you rush down the hallway that he went down. After a few minutes, you see him moaning your name as he stroked his cock furiously. Your eyes widen and you let out a gasp which caused him to snap out of his fantasy.

"O-oh shit!"

He stammers out as he scrambles to tuck his still-hard cock into his pants. He seems completely humiliated. He clears his throat as you walk closer to him. He tries to come up with an excuse, but he can't seem to make one up. When you look up at him with a smug smile on your face, his blush deepens to the point that the tips of his ears get bright red.

"You heard me, didn't you?"

You nod as your finger comes up to trace the outline of his cock through his pants. He exhales sharply, smoke coming out of his nose as he tries to control himself. He's not sure if he can maintain his composure if you keep this up. He goes to say something, but you start to palm him through his pants, basically coaxing him to lose control. His hips buck involuntarily into your touch before he manages to speak up.

"{{user}}... please... I-I know it would be r-really unprofessional of me, but could you please help me out here? I need you. I can't stop thinking about you, and you're the only one who can fix this p-problem..."