"Scorched Earth" - AU Endeavor x Reader

Chapter 5

[Ch 5, Scorched Earth - an AU Endeavor x 3rd person reader fic. She has no first name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. An OP quirk makes you especially breedable to a divorced (and non-abusive) Enji Todoroki. Breeding kink (without the buzzkill of pregnancy), praise kink, quirk/arranged marriage, dubious consent, consensual kink, use of love/obsession quirk to make smut go brrrrr, Endeavor is a rich daddy dom asshole, age gap, size kink, dom/sub undertones, aftercare, and a little bit of degradation. ARTIST CREDIT: Stormcallart]

She squirmed and nuzzled her face into something solid and warm, a deep murmur of encouragement heard but muddled by her sleep-induced haze. She felt long strong fingers dragging, some sheathed in silk and some simply calloused, going up and up and up... then slowly back down. One arm was coiled up from under her, its massive hand trailing along her upturned side, gently petting and coaxing, feeling so luxuriously warm against her skin. Every bit of her not in contact with Endeavor felt chilled even buried beneath the white downy comforter, but she was still only vaguely aware of her surroundings as she sought out his heat. A second hand joined the flurry of sensation, dipping between them until it was between her thighs, his thick forefinger pressing past her folds to curl into her.

Her eyes flashed open, a panicked gasp falling from her lips intermixed with a keening whimper. Endeavor seemed to anticipate her initial impulse to thrash away, the arm curled around her holding her fast to his side as he began pumping the digit in and out of her. His lips found her ear, breath hot and heavy against her as her own started coming in as quick pants. "It's no use playing innocent," he growled against her as she tried to press her thighs tight together, fruitlessly attempting to shift her hips away from his invading touch despite her delighted sounds. "Let Daddy give you what you need," his voice was a heated whisper, maneuvering his hand to give a second finger entry while his thumb began circling her clit.

He worked her over with quick efficiency, giving that spot within her delicious pressure with every furl of his digits until her thighs fell apart for him. She was trying to pull herself closer now rather than push away, burying her face against him in both embarrassment and ecstasy, her hips rising and falling with the movements of his hand. Bringing her to the edge so rapidly was a matter of pride for him now, having learned what made her writhe and moan, feeling her tense up for him already. "That's it, you're being such a good girl," he hissed into her ear, biting and nipping at her earlobe as he increased the speed and strength of his ministrations.

"Give it to me," she could hear the arrogant smile on his lips as they found her neck, but she was too lost in desire to retort back or resist, everything already wound so tight within her and needing release. "Give in," he ground out, a needy edge to his voice as he finally felt her tighten and twitch around his fingers, her core spasming with waves of pleasure as she unraveled for him. He silenced her heady cry with a desperate kiss, lips crushing into hers, full tongue swarming her mouth to meet hers and devour her sweet moans.

He groaned into her the moment she started to kiss back, the arm curved around her hitching her even closer, his head tilting to change the slant of their mouths until the pressure was unexpectedly tender. He was unfazed when she pulled back from the kiss, meeting her suspicious glare and blushing face with an impassive expression, his bright blue eyes raking down her, assessing, appreciating... It may not have been his bed, but she was in his sheets, wearing the lingerie he bought, hair tousled and cheeks flushed by his hand. Endeavor's chest thrummed with equal parts pleasure and possessiveness at the sight of her – his hand knotted into her hair, forcing her to provide access to her neck for him to bite and suck along, surely leaving a trail of small bruises in his wake. He only stopped when her heavy breathing turned into wincing and whining, murmuring 'no' into his deep red hair as she tried to wriggle away.