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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      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:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Incest, dubcon, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Face-Fucking, blowjob, Bottom_Todoroki_Shouto, Smut, graphic_smut,
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-16 Words: 1774
****** Maybe, I have a problem ******
by TeaLeafDragon
Summary
     Hero training was stressful and lately, Shouto hadn't really been
     able to unwind....
     ...except for those nights, where a very special kind of fantasy kept
     him entertained when all else failed~
      
     He was more than grateful that they all had rooms for their own.
     ...and he was beyond grateful, that they could lock the doors.
Notes
     ! Please, check the Additional Tags for Warnings & proceed with
     caution!
     I repeat - this fic contains Incest between Father & Son.
     I've come back to edit this, after I'd written all of this in a night
     full of sleep-deprivation.
     It should be okay now and I'm pretty happy with how it has turned
     out, given the circumstances!
     ...also maybe 2nd Chapter eventually??? WHO KNOWS! ( = v =)
     Enjoy!
 Slim, elegant fingers trailed over his flat stomach, all the way down between
            his legs –  down, to where his most sensitive area was~
 A little hesitant at first - and yet not able to resist the heat and tension
  which had built in his groin any longer, Shouto’s fingers carefully wrapped
 around his soft dick, giving it a first, slow stroke, as he lay on his bed in
                           his dimly lit dorm-room.
Immediately, he was rewarded with a faint and yet incredibly pleasant sensation
 washing over him, which made him shiver and curl his toes in silent delight.
   The teen shifted his weight a little, adjusting his position on the soft
                  mattress before closing his eyes, readying
                     himself for escaping somewhere else.
 He was utterly embarrassed – and grateful that they had their own rooms – and
                even more grateful, that they could lock them.
                                        
All the stress of the past weeks had gotten to him, finals on top of practical
exams being just some of the things keeping all of them awake at night, to the
point where even seeking sexual relief had become almost tedious, as even mid-
  pleasuring himself annoyingly intrusive thoughts about school came to haunt
                                     him.
                   …. unless… he focused on that one thing.
Shouto’s cheeks were bright red and his eyes still closed – he was just waiting
            for his fantasies starting to take him somewhere else…

                                        
                                        
 
 
He could practically feel the piercing gaze on his back - trailing down to his
ass, which – as flat as it was – still looked incredibly alluring in these
black pants he wore for training.
There was no need to turn around – he could imagine the annoyed and yet
observant expression on his Father’s face too well, his fiery beard flaring up
for a second, only to then die down again - and for the circle to repeat anew.
…he sure had gotten the old man’s attention, just as he had wanted.
His clothes weren’t anything even remotely provocative – especially since he
lacked the sense for fashion to put together such an outfit in the first place.
However, somehow, he had managed to find something which highlighted the best
parts of his body~
Strong, yet elegant legs – his well-toned chest underneath a black shirt – and
the beautifully sculpted muscles on his back being just some of his good
features.
 
Well aware of these facts Shouto started walking, leaving the living room
behind and headed for his own, the sound of his bare foots walking across the
lacquered, dark, wooden floor being the only audible noise, except for the
occasional cry of a cicada outside.
 
//Can’t take much longer though, can it…?//
Just the moment he had closed the door to his own room behind him, he heard a
dull thump from the far end of the dark corridor which he had just walked
along.
A smirk formed on his lips.
//…got you. //
 
The teen was standing in front of his bed – his back facing the paper-door, as
what had revealed to be footsteps became louder and louder with every second
passing.
The person walking didn’t sound like they were in a hurry, but Shouto knew too
well that they were heading in a very specific direction eagerly – his own
heartbeat instantly getting faster in anticipation.
Had he turned around, he would have seen the tall man’s frame appear behind the
paper-thin wall – and had he turned around, he wouldn’t have been able to hide
his excitement.
 
Not a word was spoken, as the door audibly was pulled open – someone entered
the room slowly – then sliding it back to close it.
Shouto hated it – hated, how the mere thought of being in this room, alone with
his Father behind him, made him hard already.
Hated, how it was enough to put a faint, yet dark blush on his cheeks – and
hated how it almost made his knees tremble in anticipation.
 
For a moment, there was complete silence.
Then, one footstep.
And another one, across the tatami floor.
At a normal speed at first – but accelerating within seconds, the normal pace
turned into something desperate and longing, like a lion not being able to hold
itself longer from going on for the kill on it’s prey.
And finally – finally…~
“Nhh….”, Shouto couldn’t help the soft moan escaping his lips, as his Father
almost forcefully grabbed Shouto’s hips with firm grip, then pressing his groin
against his son’s behind.
Immediately, the white-haired spread his legs a bit further apart as he stood
there – longing for the familiar bulge in the other’s pants to touch his, as if
his life dependet on it.
It hadn’t even started yet – and already, it was too much to bear.
Shouto almost desperately moved his ass against his Father’s crotch while
bending over – using his arms and the bed for support.
 
“What a disgraceful son I have raised”, Endeavor’s voice was low as he
whispered right into his ear   – and yet it was so, so arousing, causing the
thin hair on the boy’s neck to stand upright.
The tall man seemed to have lost the small chunk of patience he had had too –
or maybe, he didn’t even have any to begin with -  quickly starting to undo his
son’s pants with ease and pulling them down to his ankles to reveal the pale,
soft skin underneath.
Again, Shouto eagerly tried pushing against the other man – tried to convey
that his body craved to be touched – and his ass to be filled.
 
                            His pleading was heard.
 
 
The sound of a belt being unbuckled and pants being unzipped was enough to make
him shiver in excitement of what was lying ahead - and knowing how forbidden
and frowned-upon this was in society somehow made all of this even /more
exciting/.
He let out another soft moan as his father’s big cock lightly brushed against
his tight, twitching entrance, then trailing off though, further below - and
pushing all the way forward between his spread legs until their tips touched -
 just to remind him again of how big it really was.
Tiny drops of precum were coating the swollen tip of Shouto’s cock, slowly
getting his Father’s dick below wet as well, as their genitals rubbed against
each other.
“Turn around and sit down.”
Endeavor’s voice was strict, allowing absolutely zero resistance or objection -
…and the young Hero was more than eager to follow.
An elegant turn on his heel – and the boy lowered his body until he felt the
soft mattress underneath give in to his weight.
Shouto blinked, focusing on the deliciously big dick which was only a few
inches away from his face – so close, he could spot the other’s precum slowly
dripping down his tip as well, despite the dimmed light.
The white-haired felt the muscles in his groin twitch at this arousing sight
and a pleasant shiver dashed all the way down his spine, making him almost gasp
for air.
“Suck it.”
Under the piercing gaze of his Father’s eyes, the teen parted his lips –
slightly licking them, before going in for the kill~
 
A salty taste met his tongue, as he leaned closer, placing soft kisses all over
the throbbing head to praise it – simultaneously feeling his own body long for
that cock to be shoved down his throat.
As if Endeavor had read his mind, he felt a painful and sudden tug at his hair.
“Quit doing it half-assed” – it was the strictness in the tall man’s voice
which drove him this crazy and he could barely open his mouth in time, before
he was pulled closer.
There was barely any space left and he gagged, as his Father forced himself
deep down the boy’s throat.
“Mff—“, a muffled cry of both surprise and arousal, for which the Pro Hero had
little regards.
Not paying much attention to his son, who visibly struggled with this size,
Endeavor started pulling the other’s head back and forth, a steady, firm grip
on strands of hair,one half white – and the other half as red as his own~
 
Thin threads of saliva dripped down Shouto’s chin, as he struggled to keep up
with his Father’s fast movements, desperately trying to get some air whenever
possible.
His own arousal only added to his already foggy mind – and something in his
brain must have been off, or why else would he find this so incredibly
pleasant?
Shouto’s throat contracted around his father’s dick every time the tip hit the
back of his throat, only to then slid down even further, completely claiming
the teen’s mouth, which earned him a pleased groan from above.
“Nhhhh~ Excellent”, despite the praise, the grip around his hair remained
steady and merciless.
As the pace only got faster and faster, the taller man grew more impatient and
his own, soft grunts filled the air.
 
                                //C-claim me.//
One of Shouto’s hands had wandered between his own legs and was eagerly
stroking his dick in a matching rhythm, causing him to moan between being
throat-fucked, while hot tears streamed down his face.
The soft, humming vibrations seemingly pleased Enji – and by now, he had
gripped Shouto’s face tightly with both of his hands, now using his hips to
thrust deep into the eager, wet mouth which only waited to be destroyed
completely.
By the time Endeavor climaxed, Shouto’s fingers around his dick were a mess,
drops of cum flowing all over them, while even more of the salty, white
substance coated the back of his throat.
Enji held his son’s head pulled as close as possible and in an iron grip, until
even the last drops of semen were, where they belonged~
                                        
Shouto knew to remain still until his Father’s grip softened, as a sign that he
                                   was done.
Coughing loudly, the young Hero leaned back when it did, trying to regain both
                           his breath and composure.
    The salty aftertaste in his mouth was overwhelming - …. And so was the
                             humiliation he felt.
 
 
 
 
 
                                        
...and so was the orgasm, which made the real Shouto arch his back and gasp for
                               air, when it hit.
    Thick, hot strands of white covered his pale stomach, as the young Hero
 continued stroking his cock, riding out the last afterwaves of his climax as
                               much as he could.
His hair was a mess, his breath taken away and his body was tingling all over,
                         as he was still seeing stars.
                                        
                                       …
                                        
                                        
                                      ….
                                        
                                        
                                        
Maybe, he thought as he lay on his bed, he simply longed to be humiliated – and
                          what could possibly be more
 degrading than being fucked by the man who was not only his father, but also
                     the one person in the world he hated
                                     most?
                                        
             …Maybe though, he thought, he simply had a problem….
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