"Scorched Earth" - AU Endeavor x Reader

Chapter 2

[Ch 2 of Scorched Earth, a smutty Endeavor x 3rd person F Reader fanfic. She has no first name, no hair/eye/skin color, all so readers can easily self-insert. Some chapters will be one-shots, others will flow together. I don't plan on having much plot if any! AU where Endeavor isn't abusive, just divorced and a huge dom asshole with kinks. Obsession quirk usage so please be wary: DUBIOUS CONSENT AF. Some non-con touching at the end. Praise kink, dom/daddy vibes, brat taming, consensual kink, arranged/quirk marriage, breeding kink but without pregnancy killing the vibe. ARTIST CREDIT: Stormcallart.]

His eyes flitted from the apex of her thighs back to her face, running his tongue over his lips, taken by the newest depraved impulse to cross his mind. "Do you want me to clean this up for you? Or do you want to go hide in your room?" He canted his head to the side, eyeing her slit hungrily as he waited for her to decide.

"Go fuck yourself," she sat up rapidly, tugging her crop top back down and pressing her thighs together tightly, her lower half squirming helplessly. Her overly sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit was still pulsing with the aftershock of release, even the barest pressure of her thighs making her jump.

"I just did," his delivery was deadpan with that baritone timbre, scowling down at her with blue eyes so cold they might as well be chips of ice. They flicked down to his semi-hard cock, the head still glistening with his own release as if to underline the statement. "And that's not a fucking answer. Which one?" His brows were knitted down with a steady glare, his oversized hand splaying fingers across his abdomen just above the trail of red hair that crept up his navel.

"I don't *hide,* and you...you don't fight fair," she growled out, having difficulty focusing with him still open-robed before her, so tall that his hips were at level with her chin when she was sitting on his bed. She wasn't entirely sure she could stand yet without wobbling and remained sitting, determined to not humiliate herself further. "I won't let you get to me like that again," her jaw was set, head tilted up haughtily and glaring right back at him.

"I'll break you every time, fighting fair or not. You think you can take me on?" He grinned at her undeserved confidence, the way she challenged him, how stunning she looked while livid and blushing...his cock was twitching to life once more, causing the lovely flush of her cheeks to redden further despite her obvious attempt to not look at his hardening length. He let out a sharp exhale of humor, "Are you too proud to admit you want more? Is that why you won't give me an answer?" He reached out and took a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back even further, his eyes studying her face appreciatively. Such a lovely little thing, so beautiful he could scarcely believe she was real.

"You must have a death wish," she was still glaring through her long dark lashes, eyes half-hooded with a calm fury. Her full lips pursed slightly almost forming a pout, her long graceful neck curved back and chin pointed up with the force of his hand in her hair. Her cheeks were still blushing prettily, perhaps the only indication she wasn't entirely in control of her body just yet.

"Is this a game for you? Are you being a stubborn brat on purpose?" He canted his head to the side with a snarl marring his lips, a pronounced canine visible. "Should we pretend I'm forcing you? Is that how you like it?" His free hand moved to grasp her chin and jaw firmly, prying it open and slipping his thumb into her warm wet mouth. His cock was fully erect and throbbing now, the temptation to press it into her lips almost too much to bear.

She stiffened at his words, surprise plain in her expression until he took hold of her face. That shock gave way to anger when his thumb glided over her tongue, prompting her to bite down hard until she tasted the coppery sharpness of blood.

His gaze darkened as she broke the skin on his finger, but he made no sound or even attempted to pull back. As the seconds ticked by he became more and more menacing, anger rolling off him in heated waves, tendrils of flames appearing then sputtering out across his face, deep red hair, shoulders – he was trying to keep his temper and Hell Fire under control, the muscle in his jaw ticking with exertion. She still didn't give him an answer. "How rough do you want it, kitten? Should I leave marks?" his teeth gritted, eyes somehow both burning and frigid as he stared her down.