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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_Enji_|_Endeavor, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Father-Son_Relationship, Rough_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Butt_Slapping, Semi-Public_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      chocking
  Series:
      Part 3 of Endeavor/Shouto_Todoroki_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-02 Words: 2455
****** Son And Father's In School Intimacy ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     Endeavor must visit Shouto's school to meet with a teacher. And he
     promised to pick him up after classes were over.
Notes
     - this was requested by an anonymous user on tumblr -
See the end of the work for more notes
The famous hero, Endeavor, marched in large strides down the school hallway,
not minding the whispers and gasps as the man in all his glory walked down to
the teacher’s office.
Todoroki Shouto had his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame to his
classroom as his father walked past, their eyes meeting for only a moment
before Shouto gave a menacing glare and entered the classroom.
He could hear the envy and feel the pride people felt when knowing the 2nd
strongest hero was here, in this school, and that his son was a student here as
well.
“Endeavor . . . He really is amazing.” Shouto turned to see the boy who’s desk
was in front of his own, say. He gave a passive smile, “It must be cool . . .
Being his dad.”
Shouto snorted. Settling down in his chair, fourth from the front with the
classroom windows to his left, “From the outside that is.” He muttered.
The boy gave him a confused look, not really hearing what Shouto had said. He
let out a small laugh, and an awkward nod before sitting down himself.
“Sorry . . . I probably said too much.” The boy muttered.
Shouto shook his head nonchalantly, muttering, “No, not really.”
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The bell for the end of the day rang and echoed through the hallways as the
school day ended. The teacher tried to finish his instructions, but there was
an eruption of noise as people got up from their seats and began to make their
way out of the class.
Shouto was about to get up from his seat when he realized, his father would
still be at school. He sighed, deciding to take his time instead.
The class became nearly empty with only just three minutes passing after the
bell. Only Shouto, the boy that sat in front of him and the teacher remained,
however, the teacher muttered angrily to himself as he marched out of the
classroom. Leaving the two students alone.
Packing his bag with his books, the boy in front of him turned to him.
“Listen . . . Uh . . . Todoroki.” The boy said cautiously, his hands coming up
to fiddle with the straps of his bag.
Shouto looked to his classmate, and the boy struggling to muster up the words
needed, when there was a shout of, “Shouto!”
Both boys flinched, Shouto out of annoyance for the volume and the classmate
out of shock. The two students turned to see Endeavor standing in the doorway.
The desk neighbor suddenly stood up, his head looking straight down as he took
off, shuffling past Shouto’s father before running down the hallway.
Shouto’s eyes strayed from the doorway to see that the classmate had left a
notebook on the top his desk.
He heard the sound of the classroom door shutting, as Endeavor continued his
approach to Shouto, “I thought I told you to meet me at the school gates.”
“We’re in no hurry.” Shouto shrugged. His eyes at the front and avoiding
Endeavour forwarding towards him.
As he reached Shouto’s seat, Endeavor slapped his hands on either side of
Shouto’s head onto the glass window. The glass shook and reverberated the
vibrations as Endeavor towered over his son.
Shouto, however, continued to keep his eyes occupied, not looking up at his
father. This did not help Endeavor’s mood, as he took hold of Shouto’s face,
forcing him to look at his father.
Endeavor’s large hand held Shouto’s face, his eyes forced to look at his
handler. Shouto could feel the heat emitting from his father, his quirk being
stifled and controlled just like his emotions.
“Don’t give me that.” Endeavor said.
Without warning, Shouto bit on Endeavor’s hand, causing the man to yell and
recoil. A small drop of blood came from the small bite wound his son had
inflicted.
Endeavor glared at his cut, Shouto not seeming to show any regret for his
actions in the slightest, but then Endeavor close again.
His father pressed one leg between his son’s two, his knee pressing against his
son’s crotch. A small intake of breath came from his son, Shouto’s hands taking
a grip on the sides of his chair as he felt his father’s breathing on his skin.
“Lick it.” Endeavor said mercilessly, his hand out and ushering at the bite
Shouto had made.
Shouto gave a dirty look before his mouth opened, his tongue coming out and
lapping Endeavour’s small cut. The tang of iron stained Shouto’s tongue as his
lips touched the skin of his father’s hand. His eyes looking up at his father,
rather uncaring at the twinge of pain his father felt.
Endeavor seemed satisfied, however, his fingers moved, taking advantage of his
son’s open mouth to insert them inside.
Shouto gave a despising look but seemed to know what his father wanted.
His lips enclosed around the large fingers, his soft lips caressing the joints
of his father’s fingers and his tongue licked the tips. His lip began to tense
around the fingers, his mouth beginning to suck.
Shouto may look as if the act was unimportant, but the red flush continued to
creep up his cheeks and a warmth burned his ears. His eyes looked up at his
father, a pleased grin on his lips as he watched his son suck and lick his
fingers.
Endeavor brought his fingers out, covering and dripping with Shouto’s saliva.
He wiped the saliva on his pants sleeve. His hands took quick progress to
untuck his son’s shirt, however, his hand was slapped away by Shouto.
“Not here,” Shouto said flatly. His eyes looking behind him to the window that
looked over the entire school grounds.
Endeavor smirked, continuing with his plan and pulling Shouto’s shirt, although
he wasn’t unchallenged.
“More of a reason to.” With that he gave up on pulling the shirt off his head,
but instead tugged, popping the buttons of the shirt, some remaining in place
while some loosened or fell off under the father’s strength.
Shouto was about to kick him away, starting to get angry with his father’s
excitement, but he was then lifted up and settled on his own school desk, his
back to his father and his face to the window.
Shouto gritted his teeth furiously as he was about to turn before a hand held
his face to the glass.
He could hear the smirk of amusement as Endeavor said, “Let’s show your peers
who you really are.”
Shouto was now in a position where he knelt on his own school desk, his head
and chest pressed against the glass of the large window, his hands pressing
against it to keep balance as he felt his father undo a pull-down Shouto’s
pants.
It wasn’t long before he heard the zip of Endeavor’s pants and his hands
gracing over his ass.
Shouto tried to stifle a grunt as his father’s hot hands groped at his skin.
Not realizing that Endeavor had raised a hand, slamming it down on his ass.
The skin on skin contact echoed around the classroom, along with Shouto’s yelp.
There now lay a hot red hand print on his left ass cheek, searing slightly
under the speed of the hit and the temperature of the hand.
Endeavor gave Shouto no mercy in touching the wounded skin, groping and
pressing the mark. “It suits you well, Shouto.”
Shouto lowered his head, trying to hide his face as a furious flush curled his
cheeks. His face and breath now warming the glass.
“Do you see them Shouto?” Endeavor’s voice was a grunt as Shouto looked through
the glass, to see the students walking out of the school gates, all with their
back to the school.
If one would only turn, then they would see them. Todoroki Shouto’s body and
face pressed against the glass on one of the higher floors. His shirt
forcefully unbuttoned and his pants lowered past his thighs. They would
definitely see him, see him being fucked by his own father.
He felt the skin of Endeavor’s cock brushing against his ass, causing Shouto to
turn and glare. “You bastard. You’re not even going to prep-“
A hand grabbed at his face turning his back around and pressing on the glass.
“I know, Shouto. We don’t have time for foreplay. Besides, having so many
people around really seems to be exciting you, huh?”
Endeavor’s other hand took a grip on Shouto’s small cock, the length pulsating
under the touch. It was fully erect, even without touching it previously. The
embarrassment and humiliation really were to his liking.
Endeavor gave his son’s cock a few up and down strokes, only to abandon it soon
after. Shouto let out a soft whine, the only good stimulus leaving him.
“Shall we then?” His words were not really asking permission from Shouto but
more preparing him. He pressed his cock against Shouto’s ass, his soft skin
pleasurable on the father’s cock, causing him to take a deep breath.
One hand was still pressing Shouto’s face to the glass, while the other held
his cock at his son’s entrance. He calmly pressed it to the muscle’s opening,
sliding in with not too much trouble himself. Although for Shouto, came a long
languid groan as his muscle was stretched to his father’s long length.
Shouto felt himself being further and further pressed into the glass as
Endeavor’s length sheathed within him, finally pressing his ass to Endeavor’s
hips when he was in at full capacity.
Shouto, however, did not have much time to recover as Endeavor half took
himself out before slamming back into him. Causing a surprised moan to come
from the son as he father’s balls slapped against his own.
After a few long and heated moments, the father’s thrusts became more deep and
calculated, pressing up onto Shouto’s prostate, causing a soft yelp to come
from his son’s lips at every time it pressed there.
Endeavor glided his hand from Shouto’s face to his neck, knowing his son would
know not to disobey. His hand took a medium strength grip on his son’s neck,
pressing at where he knew his son liked it best, pressing against his Adam’s
apple and along his windpipe.
Shouto’s gasp becoming raspy was music to his ears as well as the consistent
erotic sound of his skin pressing on Shouto’s.
“Look. Their watching you.” Endeavor pressed a finger on the glass, pointing at
the school soccer field, where a few people, in a club perhaps, were gathered.
“They’ll find out Shouto.”
Endeavor’s taunting tone was all Shouto could hear in his head, even the
squelching of his father’s cock thrusting within him and his own breath and
heartbeat were nowhere to be heard.
The pleasure and pain were unbearable, he wanted to touch his own cock to ease
his on frustration, but his hands were too weak to move from where they pressed
against the glass.
Endeavor’s fingers pressed harder on his throat, indicating to him that
Shouto’s father was nearly there.
Shouto’s ass tightened as the fingers at his neck pressed tighter and tighter,
restricting his breaths to only a strained gasp.
His vision began to fade, seeing stars as he muttered, “I’m . . . I’m cumin’
Dad.”
“What did you say?” The thrusts beginning to become more and more shallow as
Endeavor began to lose focus as his climax neared.
Shouto swallowed on his own saliva, his throat dry. His eyes seeping tears at
the sheer pain and pleasure as his voice faltered, “I . . . I-I’m cumming . . .
Dad . . .” He didn’t finish, however, as those words continued to fall from his
mouth, his brain going haywire as he could only process so much.
“Cumming . . . Dad . . . I’m cumming . . . I can’t . . . Anymore . . . Dad . .
.” His voice hoarse and shrivelled.
He felt the hair on his head be tugged, pulling his head away from the window.
Shouto turned his head, drool now dripping down his chin along with matching
tears as his eyes glittered. “I can’t . . . Dad . . .” He couldn’t see his
father, only felt the hard press on his throat, thrusts in his ass and the
harsh tugging of his hair as he came, his ejaculation falling onto the desk and
window as he slowly lost consciousness. His eyes closing as he slid down the
window to lay motionless on the desk.
With one final thrust, Endeavor followed, allowing his seed to fill his son’s
ass.
Effortlessly, he unsheathed himself from Shouto. His hands coming to grasp onto
the skin of Shouto’s ass, spreading the two cheeks apart to allow a drop of cum
to seep from his hole.
Endeavour then left his son to shiver and whimper on his own desk as he pulled
his own pants back up, doing up the belt and zipper.
Although he did not look to who he spoke to, Endeavor spoke to someone, “I
hoped you enjoyed the view, kid.”
There was an intake of breath, coming from the other side of the classroom
door.
Endeavor took long strides to the entrance door, which he had closed earlier.
Pulling the door open with ease, even with the student trying to hold it
closed.
The student outside flinched, his arms raising up in defense, but he did not
feel any of the adult’s fury. The kid cautiously looked up, to see an
unimpressed pro-hero, who then turned away from the door.
“I will not try to make you stay quiet, as who would believe you if you did?”
Endeavor smirked as he stood by his son, who was still breathing harshly.
“Besides, this is the only time you will ever get to see Shouto like this.”
Endeavor’s large arms were uncharacteristically kind, pulling up his son’s
pants and belt. Taking the boy’s bag from the floor and stringing it onto his
shoulder.
“Um.” The boy at the door had taken a step into the classroom. His eyes on the
floor and his cheeks red. His hands holding his bag to his front and his legs
pressed together. Endeavor knew what he was doing while the father and son were
occupied.
“What?” Endeavor asked, not really presenting himself as a very eager man to
hear the student’s words.
“Uh . . . What . . . What sort of relationship do . . . Do you and Todoroki
have?” His voice breaking at certain words, straining himself to stutter.
Endeavor smirked, calmly lifting his son up onto his back, slinging the boy’s
arms around his neck and his legs around his waist as he lifted him into a
piggyback.
“Just a father and son.” He smirked calmly leaving the room behind.
Leaving the schoolboy to do what he must, right over Todoroki Shouto’s desk.
The glass still glistening from his breath and skin pressing there. The white
substance still present on the desk and window.
End Notes
     I was thinking of having a character form UA see them . . . But I
     thought it was best to leave it to the imagination. <3
     I also realised (a while back) that there isn't anything on this ship
     other then my stuff . . . Unless it's under the & tag.
     I'm disappointed with you internet, disappointed.
     If you want to submit your OWN requests, you can contact me on
     twitter or tumblr @Blu Krown
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