Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13825026. 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 originally posted to the kink meme Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!