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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
  Character:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Dubious_Consent, Rough_Sex, Tears, Praise_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-28 Words: 1411
****** Charred and Unraveling ******
by ohnodoroki
Summary
     "Is it easier to hate me when I fuck you like you don't matter?"
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
 
 
There's always something greatly satisfying about how well Shoto takes his
cock. How his body just stretches and stretches, taking every inch of the girth
and hefty weight of the cock that made him.
He takes it so well but always so violently now. Shoto claws at his back, digs
unapologetically deep. Harsh red gauges torn slowly open as he pushes back,
arches in, clings to his father.
One of the marks particularly stings, Enji snaps his hips in irritation,
jostling a loud cry from the boy. It echos off of the layers of ice coating the
walls, sounding extra loud in the enclosed space. There is a low cracking sound
as Shoto lifts his right hand and adds more, closing them in, giving them a
private space where no sound can escape. It should be cold in Shoto's icy room
but when they're together like this both father and son burn hot, scalding to
anyone else, perfect to them.
Enji usually prefers to take his time, use lots of lube and open Shoto up nice
and slow. Feel around the impossibly hot cavern of his insides, use his length
to really carve out a space inside of his son until his body feels like it was
made for Enji and Enji alone. It might have been. Not a lot of people can take
Enji's burning load inside without a special condom and lots of discomfort.
Shoto always moans like it's his favorite part. 
So Enji likes to take his time, fuck into the boy nice and firm, deep and easy-
while Shoto's tastes have been more… alternate as of late. Harder, faster,
hissing challenges into Enji's ear as he scratches up his father's back beyond
repair. Enji has probably tolerated this behavior for too long. It's
escalating, which is concerning. Shoto no longer likes to be taken from behind,
he lays on his back now, legs wrapped around his father's waist, nails drawing
blood.
 
The boy obviously has some issues to work out, sure.
 
Enji feels him shudder around his cock before he actually sees the tears on
Shoto's cheeks. He frowns, a small flame sparking between his eyebrows in
irritation.
"Don't start crying like a bitch for no reason, Shoto, you know I hate that."
Enji snaps his hips at the word 'bitch' and Shoto chokes, legs spreading wider.
"Give me a damn reason then." Shoto's voice doesn't even waiver though the
tears multiply on his cheeks. He's strong in his own way, his son is, though
Endeavor still has lots of work to do. Shoto definitely doesn't cry much
anymore, not like he used to. Now, Enji is only witness to it in these types of
situations. He frowns, hips rolling languidly, the slick slide of his cock
pushing a trembling moan from his son's lips.
Then Shoto's whispering in his ear, hands gripping too tightly on his arms,
leaning in, wrapping his limbs around Enji in a way more reminiscent of a snake
ready to strike than the way Enji would want Shoto to cling to him. Shoto has a
whispering voice like crushed leaves. His breath is cold like his mother's.
Enji barely hears what he has to say.
"You've never treated me as frail in any other situation." He's right there,
right against Enji's ear. He feels the soft movement of his son's lips, and
combined with the hot quivering of his insides it pulls a rough groan from his
throat.
"Fuck me otou-san. Fuck me hard, make me feel it-" Shoto uses an honorific he
rarely bothers with nowadays and Enji adjusts how he's holding his son's hips,
pulls the boy tightly to him. Shoto's body is still soft in places, reminiscent
of the baby fat in his cheeks he just won't grow out of for a while. Endeavor
still looks at him and sees all the things that could be improved, but holding
Shoto down like this, feeling him stretch so nicely around the girth of his
cock, its hard to think of him as anything other than perfect. Enji's perfect
creation. His favorite son. How can he deny the boy anything?
 
Enji braces himself on the mats, folding Shoto in half the more he leans down.
Shoto's legs can barely lock around his waist, but they try nonetheless. The
number two hero takes a deep breath before his thrusts pick up in both speed
and intensity. He starts fucking Shoto like a training exercise, going hard and
fast and expecting him to keep up. Only- Enji doesn't really expect him to keep
up at all, the boy's already crying, and now sobbing, being jerked around, used
roughly by his father's cock.
Irritation flares in Enji's chest. Why does Shoto ask for it like this? Some
misguided sense of rebellion he's sure. His hips snap brutally, the harsh
snapping of skin echoing through their ice chamber. Leaning closer, Enji growls
into his son's ear.
"Is it easier to hate me when I fuck you like you don't matter?"
Enji almost doesn't expect the sting of another set of claw marks on his
shoulders, he hisses, keeps up the pace. Shoto is tight and hot around him. So
much better to fuck than the woman who helped make him, though its impossible
to ignore their similarities like this as well.
"You know that'll never be true. You're my prize. My favorite-" Shoto turns his
face away, causing Enji to lean in closer to his ear, the rough stubble at his
squared jaw scratching at Shoto's smooth round one.
Tears. Enji catches one with his tongue. He had never been into tears before.
Shoto might be changing his mind about that, with every sob and hiccup, every
desperate arch and push of his hips, cock ready to burst, rubbing slick pre
over the planes of Enji's stomach. He looks good falling apart like this.
Absolutely pathetic, but still very appealing. Enji hopes his boy doesn't show
this side of himself to anyone else. Perhaps its therapeutic for his quiet
little Shoto, being as loud as he can in their private space, isolated from the
rest of the world.
Enji never intended for this to keep happening, or really for it to happen at
all in the first place. He never wanted to ruin Shoto like this. He never
wanted to ruin Shoto at all, Enji thinks, glaring at the ugly scar marring his
son's face. So he hopes he isn't. But Enji would be a liar if he said he wasn't
filled with sick, glorious relief and satisfaction when Shoto kept initiating
this behavior. Or at least inviting it.
"You like to pretend you're not gagging for my cock, Shoto?" Enji raises his
voice above the harsh sounds of a good fuck, above his son's caterwauling. The
ice absorbs a lot of sounds but still manages to echo. Shoto gets louder, sobs
turning into moans turning into yells. The harder Enji pounds him the louder he
gets. A sick sense of power fills Enji's chest and suddenly he has energy for
days, for weeks. He pulls up Shoto's hips to an angle in which he's sure to hit
his son's prostate perfectly with the prominent curve of his cock.
When he starts thrusting again Shoto tenses, muscles locking up, pulled taught
like a bow. No more noise escapes his lips until he's coming violently with a
ragged yell, thick ropes of cum painting his own chest, clinging to his
father's abs. Enji fucks him through it, not slowing as Shoto begins sobbing
again in earnest. He feels energized by Shoto letting go like this, doesn't
plan on letting up until the boy comes again. He wants a reason to cry? Enji
will always give him one.
"You're mine, Shoto, my best creation, my favored son-" He pants roughly,
feeling his youngest go slack in his arms. Shoto's feet ragdoll about as he
stares off to the side, much softer cries now easing from his drooling lips.
Enji keeps up the hard pace, feeling Shoto's cock stirring against his belly
once more.
Enji barely hears the soft, choked 'dad-' as Shoto seizes around his cock for
the second time. But the 'Shoto' he roars when he finally comes echoes through
the ice chamber nicely.
 
Shoto moans for his father as always, when he comes inside. Like he can feel
each boiling rush of thick cum Enji's heavy balls push into his guts. Perfect.
Enji's perfect boy.
 
End Notes
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