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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
  Character:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Intersex_Omegas, Oral
      Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Vaginal_Sex, Breeding_Kink, Knotting, Mildly
      Dubious_Consent, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Father/Son_Incest,
      Rare_Pairings
  Series:
      Part 10 of Funky_Writes_Rare-Pairs
  Collections:
      My_Kink_Academia
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-12 Words: 1776
****** A Nuisance ******
by Funky_Hanji_(Temari)
Summary
     - Of all the things Enji has thought might have awaited him at home,
     at the end of his shift that late evening, this was not one of them.
     -
Notes
     Written for the BNHA kinkmeme~
     I wanted to try my hand at omegaverse and this came out. Hope it's
     not too bad. lol
See the end of the work for more notes
Of all the things Enji has thought might have awaited him at home, at the end
of his shift that late evening, finding his son in his bedroom, stretched out
on his futon, panting, naked and touching himself, was not one of them.
Frozen on the doorstep, he stares.
Shouto's eyes are scrunched shut, his brows furrowed, his nose wrinkling as he
exhales frustrated puffs of air from parted, bite-swollen lips. His throat
works around whines, craning from side to side, exposing his glands for a
mouth, for teeth, which aren't there. His chest is flushed the same shade of
dark pink as his face and it rises and falls quickly, sweat gathering under his
armpits, along his navel, amplifying the strong smell wafting off of him. His
hands are roving the bare expanse of his own body searchingly; one moment his
fingers pinch hardened nipples, the next they stroke the cock standing stiff
between his legs and the one following they disappear past the wet folds of his
pussy.
«Alpha…!» Shouto moans, squirming on the bedroll.
Enji takes a sharp breath, realizing what's going on with starting clarity:
Shouto's gone into heat. It isn't the first one, but the other few times it's
happened, Fuyumi had taken care of her brother—with her being the beta in the
house—, not to mention Enji had arranged his schedule so he'd never be home
during his son's heats. It still grates on his nerves how his greatest creation
has turned out to be an omega of all things. Such a disappointment.
And what a fucking nuisance, Enji thinks, grimacing.
Now that he understands the situation, the smell of caramel assaults his nose
and he's taken aback by the immediate effect it has on him. His own pheromones
spike, his natural musk sharpening with the fire licking at his insides in
response to the omega's own; a scent Enji has long since become unfamiliar
with. The last time he's been around an omega in heat has been in high school,
before all soon-to-be-heroes were mandated to take suppressants while on the
field.
On the bedroll, Shouto looks close to cumming, with the three fingers driving
in and out of himself and the thumb of his other hand tormenting his clit at a
frantic pace. He keeps repeating «Alpha» in breathy sighs and keens like a
mantra. Frustration, vexation, need all blending together in the scent
emanating from him.
A low rumble vibrates in Enji's chest, unbidden.
The sound apparently cuts through the blanket of lust cloaking Shouto and
catches his attention. Mismatched blue-and-brown eyes snap open, pinning him to
the spot with their dazed, blown-black pupils just as his son's body tenses,
thighs quivering and toes curling as he orgasms.
«Dad— a-aah!»
Enji's mouth waters at the sight of Shouto's pussy contracting around the
digits buried deep inside it; even his son's cock, spurting cum over his
heaving stomach and chest, is not a bad view, he has to admit. The thick layer
of omegan heat pheromones permeating the room are no doubt influencing Enji,
making his instincts act before he can think through the fog of the mounting
arousal stirring in his guts, but he doesn't quite care.
«Shouto,» he calls, walking closer to his futon and the boy splayed on top of
it.
His son cracks his eyes open, still clouded by a smoldering hunger awaiting to
be sated, and inhales deeply, keening when he smells the alpha's scent
responding to him. He tilts his head to the side, the prominent gland just
below Shouto's ear beckoning Enji until the man lowers on top of him and noses
at it; licks a strip over it while he thumbs the one opposite. The taste
matches his son's smell, yet on his skin the caramel has a slightly burned edge
which resembles Enji's own. The knowledge sends sparks of exhilaration straight
to his groin.
He growls, pleased, and smirks.
«Shouto,» Enji says, voice already thick with lust. «Should I help you through
your heat?»
«Yes...» his son sighs. He grabs Enji's much larger hand and guides it to his
crotch. «It's so hot… I can't—» He lifts his hips and ruts both the underside
of his half-hard cock and his clit on the warm palm. «Nngh— m-more...»
It's enough to fuel the simmering fire in Enji's veins and turn it into a
blaze.
Enji has never been one for foreplay, or for taking things slow; his wife and
all the other women he's been with could certainly attest to that. His son
isn't an exception.
Straightening up, Enji seizes Shouto's thighs and pushes them up; he crawls
forward as he all but up-ends the boy, closing the distance between them until
his knees rest against his son's shoulder-blades; those and his neck and head,
the only parts of his body still touching the futon. He spreads Shouto's legs
apart, ankles hooking over his own broad shoulders.
Enji licks his lips, his eyes feasting on the alluring sight of his son's
beautifully red and glistening pussy. «Fuck,» he grunts. How long has it been
since he's been this close to one?
«T-touch me Dad…!» Shouto whines, wriggling, using his the muscles of his
calves for leverage to bring his groin closer to the Enji's mouth. «Please!»
The sweet smell of caramel mixed with the pungent musk of Shouto's slick, and
his yearning to be showered in attention goes right to Enji's head. His alpha
roars in a corner of his mind, telling him to take what he's being offered
without restraint; pushing him to satisfy this omega, who's open and willing to
receive him, his seed, his knot, his mark. A growl leaves him and the next
thing he knows, Enji's plunging his tongue inside his son's cunt like his life
depends on it. Sharp jabs and languid strokes alternate in quick succession, he
drinks the tangy liquid and searches for the source of it with aggressive
precision.
Shouto's mewls goad his alpha, tease him, each gasp stabbing him with a sordid
kind of possessiveness.
«Ah! Ah! Ye-yes Dad— more!»
Enji switches to suck at and titillate his stiff clit; two fingers taking his
tongue's place thrusting in and out of the boy's soft, quivering walls. Shouto
whines, rocking his hips upward despite the awkward position, desperate for
more contact. Enji doesn't know if he's trying to suffocate him with his pussy
or trying to get him to eat him up; either way, he's willing to do both at the
moment. It's his alpha striving to please the omega before him. He abandons
Shouto's clit momentarily, his mouth replaced with his thumb, and goes as far
as swallowing the dripping length just above it. Enji's far from experienced in
giving blowjobs—he's never been interested in men, much less dicks—but he
follows his instincts.
He realizes soon his level of expertise in that doesn't matter, when his son is
so far gone in the throes of his heat that any kind of touch is good enough, so
long as it comes from an alpha.
Shouto shudders and climaxes a second time, no cum comes out of his dick but a
flood of scalding wetness coats Enji's hand, his fingers lazily curling inside
the cunt clenching around them.
His son pants quietly for a minute, his body is still too hot, the tooth-
rotting sweet smell clinging to his skin and keeping Enji ensnared, tied to a
part of himself he'd thought long dead, yet he feels his blood boil. The longer
he puts off ramming his cock into the welcoming warmth of this omega, the
thicker the mist of raw carnal desire gets. The urge to fill Shouto up and
knock him up snarls in the back on his brain, the hard length trapped in his
pants throbs along it.
«Alpha.» Shouto's clouded eyes gaze up at him and Enji can see the feverish
craving for him to follow through with it. His son slowly builds himself back
up for a third orgasm; his trembling fingers nuzzle his folds, skate along his
oversensitive clit and delve inside his pussy. «D-Dad…!» he gasps.
The sound escaping Enji is animalistic and ravenous.
He almost drops Shouto down in his haste, but catches himself at the last
second as he instead lowers him down on the mattress carefully. He frees his
cock from its' confines with lightning fast tugs at his clothes, not bothering
to take his pants off and only pushing them down his thighs. Shouto stares at
him and moans, loud and suggestive; his legs fall open, spreading apart until
his knees are parallel to his hips.
The view is pornographic in the most amazing way; his son is so mindlessly lost
in his depraved need that he lets himself be seen like this. Everything is on
display. It beseeches the alpha before him and it's such an obscene invite that
Enji simply can—and will—no longer ignore it.
«Shouto,» he grunts. He takes a hold of his thick, fat cock—one many women have
feared taking because of its size and the brutal way Enji used it—and lines it
up to his son's leaking cunt. «You want this?»
Shouto mewls, all but grabbing his knees and pulling them toward him, angling
his hips to better take Enji's length. «Yes! Yes yes— your knot! Want it!!»
His chest rumbles with a growl in response. He shoves his hips forward and
slams inside Shouto, establishing a frenzied pace as he thrusts in and out with
all his strength, his son's body pushed and pulled along thanks to the vicious
grip Enji has on his sides. Shouto thrashes around, moaning and sobbing and
crying, howling for «more!», for «Dad!», for «Alpha fuck me! Breed me!» as he
pumps his length and almost claws at his clit. His son rocks down to meet him,
while he drives into his pussy with ruthless rolls of his hips, flushed skin
that sizzles just beneath the surface meeting his own.
Enji can feel his knot forming, his large cock becoming even bigger as it moves
up his length the closer to orgasm he gets. «It's here, Shouto,» he grunts.
«I'm cumming!»
«Breed me!» Shouto sobs, clawing at his muscular arms and leaving angry welts
with his nails.
He thrusts sharply and buries himself in his son's twitching cunt, spilling cum
hot like lava inside him in short spurts and locking them together with the
swollen head of his cock. Shouto cums soon after, the feeling of an alpha's
seed and knot filling him enough to send him over the edge with a hoarse cry.
End Notes
     If you care, you can find me either here (funkyhanji) or here
     (littlehermitscave). :3
     I also have a Curious Cat account now, so imu @(pieckall4s)!
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