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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor_&_Todoroki_Shouto, Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor/
      Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Todoroki_Shouto, Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor
  Additional Tags:
      Butt_Plugs, Choking, Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Anal_Sex, rough_anal_sex,
      Slapping, Dirty_Talk
  Series:
      Part 2 of Endeavor/Shouto_Todoroki_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-15 Words: 2208
****** A Son And Father's After School Special ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     Shouto had been ordered by his father to do him a favour. The results
     are as follows . . .
Notes
     - this was requested by an anonymous user on tumblr -
See the end of the work for more notes
The teacher at the front of the class murmured away, drawling on about a
project due in the next week, a chorus of groans erupted as most realised they
hadn’t stated.
Most students wouldn’t notice it, and nor would the teacher, but one of the top
grading students in the class was not paying attention.
Todoroki Shouto had his head down and looking at his desk. He wasn’t even
trying to pay attention anymore, too eager for the final bell to ring and for
school to end at last.
Shouto shuffled in his seat, his legs clenching together then unclenching under
his desk. He readjusted himself on his seat, inhaling a quick breath, a heat
warming his cheeks as he tried to hide the pleasure and discomfort.
He bit the inside of his lip, trying to not think of the erection that had been
building up through the day. His muscles clenching and unclenching as he tried
to stifle the wish to breath heavily.
“And remember, to answer the question-“ The teacher was interrupted
midsentence, and the students erupted from their seats. The teacher seemed to
give up within seconds, knowing he couldn’t get anyone’s attention.
Shouto stood up from his seat, his head still lowered as he picked up his bag,
however not slinging it over his shoulder but holding it in front of himself.
“Ah, Todoroki  . . . Hey, Todoroki!” A voice was trying to get his attention as
Shouto headed for the door.
He gave a wave, not much realising the speaker wanted a conversation, fastening
his pace out of the classroom door.
“I wonder what’s going on . . .” Two girls whispered from the exit to the
classroom, watching Todoroki Shouto shuffle away.
“Who knows, he probably has something on his mind.” The other replied, a
mystified look on her face. “I hear he’s applying for UA!”
“No way! No wonder he’s so out of it. He’s probably planning how he’s going to
pass the entrance exam.”
The other girl sighed, “Imagine him becoming a hero. I would love to be saved
by a guy like him.”
“You mean like his dad!” The girl smirked, giggling.
“Ohmygod! That would be so hot!” The girl joined in.
These two did not know about the real reason Todoroki had been out of sorts. In
fact, only one person would know. His father, Endeavor.
 
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Todoroki Shouto shut the door to the house with a slam, huffing and out of
breath from calmly dashing home, not wanting anyone to notice the state he was
in.
Shouto moved his bag from in front of him, to see his cock still uncontrollably
erect.
Shouto swore, a flush rising on his skins as he tried not to recall the whole
day he had just went through. Nearly always sitting in his seat, and trying not
to move around, as he knew it would only get worse.
“Shouto!” He heard a yell from within the house. The voice he recognised
instantly.
Endeavor.
Shouto clicked his tongue, taking off his shoes as he followed the direction of
the voice.
Endeavor sat in the lounger room, out of hero costume and in his own casual
clothes, his chin not aflame.
He stood as Shouto came into sight, however, Shouto took a cautious step back
as his father motioned towards him, his nose crinkled in distaste.
“Now that’s no way to greet your father.” Endeavor scolded. Taking large
strides until he reached his son, who had cornered himself at the door. “What
do you say?”
Endeavor placed a hand on the wall behind Shouto, right at his head. The father
leaned down until his face was near enough to his son’s ear to hear every
intake of breath.
“Come on.” Endeavour said tauntingly. His other hand motioning to Shouto’s hip,
not settling, however, as it moved behind him to take hold of Shouto’s ass
cheek.
Shouto took a quick breath, his teeth gritting as he put a hand out to press
against his father’s chest as if to push him back.
However, he didn’t have the strength, as coping with his situation for nearly a
whole day had tired him out, although he wouldn’t completely submit.
He felt the hand at his ass squeeze the skin, causing Shouto to shut his eyes
tight as he hunched his shoulders.
“I’ll help you Shouto. So just say it.” Endeavor smirked, licking Shouto’s
earlobe.
Shouto lowered his head to the ground, hoping to hide a flush of red on his
cheeks as he muttered under his breath, “I’m home . . . Dad.”
Endeavour let out a snigger as he bit the skin of Todoroki’s ear. His hand then
sneaking to Todoroki’s entrance, pressing tauntingly only the spot, pressing
the butt plug within Shouto to move just the slightest, causing him to shiver.
“Welcome home Shouto.”
 
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Shouto laid himself on his own bed, told nearly instantly to turn onto his
stomach, which he obeyed.
He felt two large hands lay on his hips, pulling him up on his knees and his
ass sticking in the air. His father then ordering, “Strip Shouto.”
Shouto sat up on his knees, but then suddenly felt his head being pushed by a
hand back onto the bed. “While in that position Shouto.” The older man ordered.
Shouto clicked his tongue, pressing his own face in the white sheets however as
his embarrassment became more obvious, his ears warming up.
He felt exposed, his ass sticking up in the air and his chest to the bed as he
reached down to unbuckle his own pants.
He heard a creak as he did this, and Shouto had a feeling Endeavour had settled
down in the chair beside the bed, watching.
Shouto tried not to get distracted, his fingers then clumsily unbuttoning his
shirt and shrugging it off, followed by his pants and boxers which he shimmied
off. All the while, he tried to hold his position.
There was the slow creak of the chair as Endavour left his spot of watching,
going onto his knees onto the bed, towards his naked and erect son.
Shouto’s breath was heavy as he felt his father touch his ass, his fingers
mercilessly insert into his entrance making Shouto wince as Endeavour reached
the butt plug within him.
“Well done Shouto, you kept it in all day.” His fingers spreading the
“H-How did you . . . Not know I just took it out . . .?” Shouto murmured,
taking a quick breath as the plug was slowly rotated within him.
“Would you really have the guts to put it back up there yourself?” Shouto could
almost hear the smirk on Endeavor’s lips as he spoke. “Besides,” There was a
sudden jerk of the plug, moving out only to press inwards at an angle aligning
with Shouto’s prostate, causing him to let out a groan. “I would easily know if
you hadn’t.”
There was another sudden jerk, the plug being suddenly pulled out of Shouto, he
felt each curve and shape of the plug as it was removed, causing his ass to
tighten and stretch.
With the plug gone, a sense of relief come over Shouto, however, that did not
last long as the very same plug pressed into him, as if purposefully removed to
see Shouto struggle and groan.
He heard his father chuckle, mocking him as began thrusting the plug in back
and forth. Shouto’s body jolting as the plug pressed against his prostate with
each thrust.
“D-Don’t do that . . .”
Endeavor’s hand raised, coming down and slapping Shouto’s ass cheek, causing
him to yelp. His skin reddening as a bright red hand print began to appear on
the skin of his ass. His hand not helping matters by returning and pressing on
the irritated skin, causing another distressed groan to come from Shouto’s
lips.
“You should be ready now.” Endeavor muttered.
“T-Then take it out,” Shouto muttered, quivering.
“No.” Endeavor smirked, “I feel there is more punishment needed.”
“Huh? How are you going to-“ He heard the tell-tale sound of a pants zipper
unzipping, and the shuffling on underwear unfurling his father’s cock. He grits
his teeth, his fingers clenching on the sheets. “You bastard.”
“Don’t make your situation worse Shouto.” Endeavor ordered, his hands clamping
onto Shouto’s ass, stretching the two cheeks apart, ignoring the small whimper
from Shouto as the imprinted hand print ached on his skin.
Endeavor then, seeming to think he might not manage to take the butt plug out
if they continued further, decided to take the plug out. His fingers made quick
work of the job, inserting his fingers within Shouto, managing to reach and
pull the plug out with only a small groan as the butt plug was successfully
removed.
Shouto didn’t get much of a chance to recover, however, as he was then lifted
up, settling on his father’s lap and facing him. Endeavor smirked, “You know
what to do Shouto.”
Shouto glared at Endeavor, however, not refusing. He lifted himself from his
lap, although his legs and arm shook from the sheer tire and exhaustion he
felt, and inserted his father’s length within himself with ease, and feeling
the slight clench at the entrance squeezing on the cock as he sheathed himself
up until his balls touched Shouto’s ass.
With Endeavor’s strength alone, he managed to lift Shouto by his waist up, then
down. His length pressing upwards at just the right angle for Shouto to grown
uncontrollably.
Shouto’s hands grabbed onto his father’s thighs, groaning as his fingertips
pressed harshly into the muscular skin.
A hand reached for Shouto’s throat, finding it's place on his neck, Endeavor’s
thumb pressing aggressively on his son’s small Adam’s apple.
Shouto’s heavy breath began to wheeze, his own hips beginning to move on his
own, pressing the cock further in. His ass stinging from his father’s balls
slapping his skin as he was pressed down and up.
The rather erotic sound of Endeavor thrusting upwards into his son’s ass
surrounded their ears, the only other sound being the huffs and grunts.
A slow mutter began, Shouto growning and wheezing as murmured, “Dad . . . Ugh .
.  . Just . . . Dad . . . . Not right there . . . I can’t.” Poured from his
mouth, no longer able to filter his words out through his ignorant pride. Small
words of pleasure and pain coming off his tongue with the speaker having
absolute no control.
Endeavor’s hands slipped from Shouto’s neck, moving to take hold of Shouto’s
ass, yet it was stopped. Shouto’s own shaking hand had grabbed Endeavor’s hand
mid-air, then guiding it back to his throat.
Shouto’s face showed distaste in the highest degree, and yet the yearning was
emulating from him through the drool coming from his half open mouth, his
heaving breaths and his half closed eyes.
Shouto took a deep breath before uttering, “Don’t . . .  give out on me . . . .
you . . . shitty father.”
Endeavor’s face became flames, his hair and chin shrouded in an orange fire as
his scolding hands grabbed onto Shouto’s legs, pushing him onto his back on the
bed. Shouto letting out a shout at the heat of his father’s hands.
He was merciless, thrusting in and out at such depth and such pace, all Shouto
could do was take hold of his father’s back. His fingers gripping onto the
skin, his fingers tingling from the burning skin of his father’s quirk,
however, his fingers pressed until his fingernails dug into the hot skin.
“Look Shouto.” Endeavor encouraged. “Look down at yourself.”
Shouto’s eyes moved to look, his small cock shaking as the rhythm of is
father’s thrusts went through him.
“Don’t you see where your own dad is fucking you?” Endeavor mocked him, a smirk
curling his lips.
“D-Don’t . . . you see where you're fucking . . . your son?” Shouto mocked him,
his own scathing smirk curling his lips, but not for long.
The father’s hand took a grip on the son’s lonely yet quivering cock, pumping
it up and down, as Endeavor said, “Let’s see who can finish last, son.”
“No . . . I can’t . . . I’m not gonna make it . . .” Shouto grit his teeth, his
chest heaving as his head raised to the ceiling. “I can’t do it . . . I can’t .
. . Dad  . . .”
Endeavor was coming to his limit, the tight squeeze of Shouto and the soft
drawls of his family was causing him to shiver and groan out himself.
His fingers pressed hard on Shouto’s throat, just as the boy called, “Dad . . .
It’s . . . It’s coming . . .” He groaned, his fingers managing to scrape into
Endeavor’s skin, causing Endeavor to let out a groan of both pain and pleasure.
 His teeth bit onto his own lip, pressing hard as he let out the loudest of
moans, his back arching and chest heaving.
Shouto’s cock strained, cumming onto his father’s fingers only to not long be
accompanied by Endeavor’s ejaculation within him.
Shouto’s toes curled as a whimper came from him, strained through his father’s
grip as he felt the cum within him.
He felt his father pull out, and his hands moving to push him onto his stomach,
in the same position they began in. His shoulders against the sheets, his ass
in the air.
Shouto shivered, breathing heavily as his father’s hands took hold of his ass
cheeks, spreading them apart, the slow drizzle of his father’s cum slowly
dripping form the son’s ass.
End Notes
     I was trying to find as many creative ways as possible for Todoroki
     to submit WITHOUT completely giving in, which was pretty hard now
     that I mention it.
     If you enjoyed this, you can send in your own request on my tumblr or
     twitter @BluKrown
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