WARNING: Abuse, mature themes, mature themes, depression
CONTAINS: The Dark Trinity - Angst, nsfw and fluff [MINORS UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT]
DISCLAIMER: i do not condone nor glamorize abuse. This fic is written solely as fiction and with the only i...
extra pov: looking at Endeavor's himbo face makes you wanna sit on it
genre: nsfw
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--- Todoroki Enji, as much as he hated your decision to keep the ingrate inside you, he couldn't shake off how your countenance would draw his attentions, gods, just look at the curve of your belly. Your striking eyes flickered up from your phone to his, and the unmistakable lust in them sent heat that swept over him; a wash of sweet white fire that pooled in his groin. It left him speechless as you stood up from the armchair, pocketing your phone and walked towards him.
You moved smoothly, not like a trained hero would but with more unhurried grace. Agile. Memories flashed; Your body beneath his, rising to meet him in smooth, liquid thrusts, his lips closing around one of your nipples–
Enji breathed out in one unsteady rush. He's still mad at you. He shouldn't be thinking this way now. Maybe in bed later, but not right now. He has to actively remind himself that he's supposed to be ignoring you. Look at you turning those doe eyes at him, fluttering your lashes, really just begging him to fuck you in broad daylight. Horny bitch. It wasn't fair that you're so desirable when pregnant.
"Enji?"
He crossed his arms and grunted. "No."
And then you had the audacity to sweetly turn up your nose at him, walk away in mere maternal dress with no sleeves that showcased the the side of your breasts, those budding nipples sprung proudly against the thin cloth. How he missed molding those beans between his , sinking his rough fingers in your soft flesh.
"... missed you." You tell him softly.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment. How many weeks has it been? No, no. He will not cave. No matter how your feminine wiles entice him. He. will. not. cave. You sighed and walked by him to return to the bed room. He watches you leave.
Kami, he missed you more.
---
This does not count. This is not him caving in. He is not caving in. This is you taking liberty on his innocent person. Yes, innocent. Even if he could stop your wandering hands from reaching into his boxers to palm his cock.
Even if he deliberately walked around half naked to flex his muscles, you liked seeing them anyways. Even if your eyes darkened at the sight of him, sweating in the dojo as you pass by, doors slid open for anyone's sight to feast on him as he worked out. Even if he intentionally crowds you in the bathroom when you brush your teeth and he reaches over the compartment to get a mouth wash, his morning wood grazing your ass. Out of the corner of his eye, you would stare at him in the mirror, getting himself naked as he stepped into the shower. Your eyes soaking in the sight of his well endowed manhood. You missed it. Then, he would smirk at you, you're missing out on what could be the usual morning between you and him, if only you weren't so stubborn. He whips to close the shower curtain and then... he touches himself. With you still in the bathroom. You hear the soft pitter-patter of the shower but you freeze at the almost inaudible low grunt. If it weren't for the bathroom's acoustics, it'd be hard to hear. You scratch your foot with the other, squirming, listening to Enji's sounds. You could just fling the curtain open, grab his thing and shove it in your throbbing cunt whether he liked it or not; but his recent rebuffal had your pride dented, so you lift up your maternal gown, and started to touch yourself too, mesmerized at his silhouette masturbating in the shower.
