"Scorched Earth" - AU Endeavor x Reader

Chapter 3

[Scorched Earth ch 3. AU Endeavor x 3rd person female reader. He's non-abusive in this AU and she has no first name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. Guys, I kept saying it'd be smut without plot and now there's a little bit of plot. Sorry, so sorry. If it wasn't already obvious, I made y'all readers the friggin' Avatar as a lazy OP quirk ahaha. Then everything changed when the Fire Daddy attacked ~__~ Specifically changed by adding plot, ugh. ART CREDIT: Stormcallart, please check them out! Praise kink, consensual kink, daddy dom, dubious consent, obsession quirk, quirk/arranged marriage, age gap, size difference. This chapter we establish some of the consensual kink boundaries now that we have a safeword/phrase from Ch 2. We begin with spanking, plot, then smut. Enjoy!]

She was sitting on her bed with bated breath, straining to hear any sound past her door into the hall until the distinctive click of a lock sliding into place made her stomach drop. Endeavor's living quarters were the only other occupied rooms on the floor they shared, and if he assumed they were meeting down in the hero agency lobby as usual before a patrol, she'd be safe to ditch for the day as soon as he went into the elevator. Perhaps she could talk to her mother or step-father and convince them the idea of a quirk marriage with a man nearly twice her age was not appropriate when she was a capable match for either of his two adult sons.

Seeing Endeavor's face after last evening was more than she could bear today, recalling the way she begged him through the haze of an obsession-quirk spore he had utilized against her. The mere thought made her face flush red as she pressed her forehead to her knees, her arms wrapped tightly around her drawn-up legs. He had used her, and she had secretly loved every moment of it even through her defiance – no, not secretly. Endeavor had seen right through her. She hated the man but craved his touch now, obsession-quirk or not.

When it sounded as if his footsteps were receding down the hall, she breathed out a relieved sigh and lifted her head.

But his footfalls stopped. Stopped, then grew closer. Her heart started hammering in her chest, hearing the distinct shuffle of someone standing directly in front of her door.

"Why aren't you downstairs, kitten?" She could hear him press a massive, heavy hand on the door, dragging it down the wood noisily. Why was he the only one with steel-reinforced doors? Could he unlock it? How could she keep him out? "I told you I'd drag you out of bed myself if you didn't show."

Maybe if she kept quiet he'd leave? Panic was rising in her chest, not ready to face him after yesterday, unsure what she'd do if he offered to put his hands on her again. That panic was mingled with a thrill she couldn't name, the thought of making him so mad he'd punish her like he promised...it didn't mean she'd make it any less difficult for him, so set on fighting him off if only to save face, but acknowledging the latent desire made her cheeks redden further.

"Kitten..." his voice was deep, baritone, making a chill run up her spine. He tried the doorknob, finding it locked and making a derisive sound of irritation, fanning the flames erupting from his head and shoulders. "Open the fucking door. Now."

She scrambled off the bed, her eyes darting from her dresser to her door. Using the air facet of her quirk in such close quarters was unpredictable, but she could deal with the mess later – it was the only way to block the door quickly enough, after all.

Endeavor heard a rush of wind sweep through the room that rapidly increased to a dull roar, the walls and door creaking with the pressure followed by the sound of a heavy dresser scraping across the floor until it settled in front of the door. He grinned at the challenge, snapping the door handle off in his excitement. "You want me to break the door down, kitten?" He shouted through it just as the rush of air died down.