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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_Shouto, Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent-Child_Relationship, Dildos, Masturbation, Anal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 4 of Endeavor/Shouto_Todoroki_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 2472
****** The Son's Private Pleasure Time ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     Shouto gets a bit hot and bothered after a long day of working with
     his father.
     Too bad he can not escape his thoughts of him in his free time too.
Notes
     + the MANY people who wanted something in the work experience arc. .
     . I dunno what you expected~
See the end of the work for more notes
Shouto fell naked onto his bed, letting out a heavy sigh.
A long day of work experience lay behind him, daily patrol and training being
the main reasons why his legs ached, however not as sore as before, as he had
had a cooling shower only moments before.
Shouto gave himself a few moments, laying on his front on the bed, the soft
covers were reassuring as they told him a long day was at an end.
There was only one thing that bothered him, the scent.
His father’s smell was faint yet noticeable in the sheets. Although it was
Shouto’s private bed, it was telling that his father was in it more than his
own.
He felt a soft twinge in his lower stomach. Shouto tried to restrain himself,
turning himself up and away from the sheets to lay on his back.
And yet . . .
The roof reminded him of his father as well.
He could almost see Endeavor’s looming figure over him, and feel the adult’s
hands roughly caress his skin and move down to his waist.
Shouto swore under his breath, hating himself when he realized he was getting
harder and harder by the second. He felt a hot flush curl his skin as he looked
down at himself, and saw his half erect dick rising among his own red and
white-haired pubes.
He let out a heavy breath, straining from biting his lip.
Shouto swore under his breath, allowing a hand to slide down his own chest and
stomach. His fingers drawing up the length before he made a fist around the
tip, letting out a drawn sigh.
Although he stayed on his back, the high schooler moved his head so it lay on
his side, his right side against the sheets and his nose filling with the scent
of his father.
He did not shrink away from the smell, however, instead embracing it as his own
hand motioned up and down his length.
His breaths slowly became heavier and his small moans louder, but he paused,
looking down at himself. His right hand held his cock in a soft grip, his other
hand tugging on the sheets beside him for comfort.
“Not . . . Not enough.” He murmured.
Although Shouto hated to admit it, he seemed to have a barrier before him, that
held him from his climax. And the boy hated himself dearly for he realized the
reason quickly.
The high schooler sat up, getting off the bed to look around the room for
objects to help him.
Shouto hated the fact that he knew where every one of the materials was
located, as his father had asked him to get them and put them back countless
times.
The lube hid in the third draw of the bedroom dresser and red-tinged dildo
hiding in a clean plastic container in the closet. Shouto was, however,
extremely quiet as he took his needed things, knowing Endeavour would not need
much of excuse to come to his room at any moment.
He lay back out on the bed, spreading his legs out so he had more access to his
own ass.
Shouto poured lube onto his left hand, his fingers rubbing the thick substance
in between his fingers before he continued onwards. His right hand taking a
familiar hold on his own cock while the now lubed left went past his right and
brushed the fingers along his entrance.
He lifted his hips up in the air, putting more weight on his back and his feet
as to properly reach.
Shouto could feel his ass, the once tight hole now looser from use. He easily
fit two fingers within himself, with room still leftover.
His fingers then began to do a rhythm, thrusting into him, still spreading the
walls out as he did so. His hand soon following to mirror the same sort of
pace.
It was difficult, however, as focusing on both hands was challenging. His dick
being overall, more satisfying and easy to please, while his own ass was harder
to please, his fingers having to find just the right amount of force to use on
himself to stretch and yet not bring himself pain.
His concentration failing as he became further and further aroused, his left
hand becoming messy and his right hand squeezing harder and quicker on his
cock.
Shouto knew he could not help his ass anymore on his own. His eyes cautiously
found the dildo which lay near him on the bad.
He did need to convince himself too much to win his own heart over to use it.
He licked his own lips as he poured a healthy amount of lube along the dildo’s
length the see-through liquid glistening the fake cock.
Shouto felt his hips grind on the bed, feeling obvious discomfort from having
stopped his previous activity. However, he did not need to wait long before the
dildo was ready for action.
He spread his legs out luxuriously on the bed, his hand using one hand to hold
the dildo to its position while the other spread his entrance apart.
Shouto tried to ignore the agitating temptation of just jacking off, however,
he knew it was a wasted effort, he would not reach a happy level of
satisfaction just form that alone.
The dildo was cold against his entrance, causing him to shiver in discomfort as
His breaths were now heavy again, his shoulder convulsing slightly as he
pressed the toy inwards, the lube aiding in slipping the dildo’s tip into him.
He continued to press further in, although he felt a strain within him, it was
not painful enough for him to quit now, after all, his father was way worse.
Shouto tried to refuse his brains’ want to conjure up the view of his father’s
cock and not a dildo’s thrusting into him, but the boy pushed the temptation
away. He would not let his father have the satisfaction of thinking he was the
one Shouto was thinking of.
The boy’s eyes closed tight, his free hand tightening where it held his ass
cheek, the other beginning to thrust the dildo slowly and cautiously.
Although it may have been by accident, the dildo pressed against a special spot
within Shouto, causing a sudden gasp to erupt from his mouth before he could
stop it.
He did not stop, in fact, it encouraged him to continue, purposely thrusting to
press against the same spot in him.
But once again, Shouto noticed there was something missing.
Although the cold fake within him had warmed up in the heat of his insides,
Shouto felt it being a fake was the thing that was loosing him.
It did not pulse inside him. Did not warm his insides as it pressed him just at
that spot. It did not grow larger and larger by each thrust, growing along with
the owner’s arousal.
Seemingly on cue, he heard a voice come from the door, a horribly familiar one.
“I see you were practicing Shouto.” A smirking voice came from the bedroom’s
entrance and Shouto strained his neck upwards from his laying form to see his
father standing there, peaking through the medium size gap.
Shouto sat up suddenly, not taking out the dick that was within him and
scrambled further on the bed until his back hit the bed’s backboard.
Endeavor let himself in, striding confidently to the bed’s edge. His eyes not
being shy in where it scraped across Shouto’s naked body, taking in the flushed
red, embarrassed skin and the hard and dripping cock. Not to mention the
protruding dildo coming from Shouto’s ass.
“This . . . This isn’t for you, you bastard. I just . . .” Shouto’s voice fell
into murmuring as Endeavor smirked.
“You wanted to get fucked, and yet you didn’t want to ask me?”
Shouto gave an angry look, telling that he would never admit to such words,
causing Endeavor to chuckle.
“Might as well, I’ll finish you off then.” The adult crawling onto the bed.
“No, go away- I don’t need your help-“
The father ignored the son’s refusals, his hand not foreshadowing his motives
and just going straight to the object inside Shouto’s ass.
Shouto let out a small whimper as Endeavor mercilessly thrust the dildo further
into Shouto, further than Shouto had done himself.
Endeavor smirked, seeming extremely pleased by the erotic sound of the dildo
moving in and out of his son’s ass, thrusting it further in and out of Shouto
mercilessly.
“Shouto.” His voice was curt, but curling with arousal as he whispered near his
son’s ear. “Which one’s better? This? Or your dad’s?”
Shouto gave a dissatisfied huff as he murmured, “D-Don’t flatter y-y-yourself,
either is . . . fine.”
“Oh?” Endeavor’s aroused smirk was gone, a more dangerous grin on his lips as
he continued, “Well, I wonder . . .”
With that, Endeavor took a firm grip on the object and began twisting it.
Shouto groan uncomfortably, feeling his entrance and innards stretch as
Endeavor rotated the dick around inside him, pressing the head into different
nooks of Shouto’s insides.
Shout felt his eyes tear up, pain yet sharp pleasure flooding over him as he
took one of his hands to grab onto his father’s arm for balance. His legs
stretching open willingly to allow his father to have his way with the dildo.
Endeavor know a well as Shouto that, once again, Shouto would not get enough,
and needed more. But Endeavor wanted to tease and taunt his son more, getting
sadistic joy of seeing the boy fidget under him.
The adult stopped the rotationally movements, watching as the boy relaxed, his
grip on the sheets and Endeavor’s forearm loosen as Shouto took heavy breaths.
However, this was not enough for Endeavor to give in just yet.
In a swift movement, Endeavor slowly pulled the dildo out of Shouto’s ass,
watching with delight as the walls of the skin still stayed tight around the
thing as he pulled it out. Yet, without completely removing it, Endeavor thrust
inwards, hard yet shallow into the place Shouto loved most.
His prostate was jabbed by the dildo, making Shouto grit his teeth. His eyes
now glazed over yet still showing defiance as Endeavor thrust again and again,
pressing against Shouto’s spot with no mercy.
The sounds of the artificial cock slipping and thrusting into Shouto was music
to the father's ears, knowing he would need to satisfy himself soon enough.
“How do you feel now, Shouto?” Endeavor paused after a good five minutes,
taking his hand off the dildo’s edge to look down on the huffing boy below him.
“It . . . It’s not . . . It’s not enough . . .” Shouto murmured, his eyes half
closed and his cheeks burning red.
“What?” Endeavor’s voice was filled with amusement as he wiggled the dildo
around inside Shouto ever so slightly. “I thought you said either was fine,
Shouto.”
“N-No . . .” Shout whined, a line of drool rolling from his lips down his chin.
“I . . . I want . . . Your’s.”
“Hm? My what?” Endeavor’s lips were once again close to Shouto’s ear, his
breath brushing against Shouto’s sensitive neck. “What do you want Shouto.”
“I . . . I want . . .” Endeavor’s free hand came to cup Shouto’s chest, his
large fingers taunting the stiff nipple of his son as the boy tried to
continue, “I .  . . I want dad’s  . . . Cock.”
One the final word was said, Endeavor was in action, harshly turning his son
onto his front, pressing him into the fabric of the bed.
The dildo was pulled from Shouto within seconds, leaving an odd and empty
feeling within him. But Shouto did not show much reluctance, his hands, in
fact, aiding his father. Taking a grip of his own two ass cheeks and spreading
the two apart expectantly.
Shouto heard the small amused chuckled from his father, and without much delay,
followed by the shuffling of the father’s drawstring tracksuit pants being
pulled away from his lower waist and pushing them down his thighs.
“I’m sure you're ready enough for this, Shouto?”
The teenager nodded, not looking at him, however, as he murmured, “It’s not
like you were not watching.”
Endeavor did not respond, obviously disliking the cheek is son presented.
Not delaying any further, Endeavor pressed his cock to Shouto’s expectant
entrance, hearing a soft intake of breath from the boy below him as he thrust
inwards.
The lubrication from earlier was enough to make the motion smooth and not
painful for either participant, although Shouto still felt the tight squeeze of
his father’s cock entering him.
Once his father was completely within him, Shouto risked a look downwards, to
see his own rather smaller cock fully erect, and the dark red hair of his
father’s pressing against the skin between Shouto’s balls and ass.
Shouto tried to hide his visible harsh intake as Endeavor pulled out of him
slowly. Trying not to be pleased by the way his ass stretch to allow his father
to pull out.
Endeavor did not seem to have the same sentiment of watching the slow pressing
and pulling off his dick, instead, going straight for it.
This time, he thrust in quickly, directing to press against his son’s prostate,
causing a surprised and pleasureful gasp.
Endeavor created a pattern, pulling out slowly and wearily, causing the
relaxation of the bottom, before suddenly thrusting inwards harshly, creating a
priceless shocked and pleasured sounds and expressions to erupt onto the boy’s
face.
The man did not restrain the wide smirk which grew on his face, as he showed no
mercy as he fucked his son.
“Dad . . . I’m . . .  I’m gonna cum . . . Ah . . .” Shouto whined and
whimpered, his eyes misting over yet continuing to watch his own ass grip on
the pulsating and hot cock.
This was what Shouto needed, this was the only thing he wanted. His father’s
thick and big dick, thrusting ruthlessly.
He felt his own cock straining, just on the edge as he suddenly felt his
father’s hand take a harsh hold on Shouto’s dick, moving up and down with the
thrusts, causing a bubble of groans and moans to flow from the boy as he
climaxed.
“Dad . . . Shit . . . Fuck . . . No ah don’t-“ Shouto let out one final drawn
out moan, feeling his own cock seizing as strips of white cum squirted from
him.
Endeavor let out a harsh chuckle, “You came already? You really do enjoy it,
don’t you Shouto?”
Shouto nodded his heavy head, although he felt his own cock begin to go
flaccid, he could still feel the hard dick inside him. It was not over yet. Not
yet coming down from the high just after cumming.
“Y-Yeah . . .” His eyes misty as he moved his head to look at his father. “I .
. . I really like . . . My dad’s dick.” His tongue licking his lips, trying yet
failing to stop to lines of drool to drip down his chin.
End Notes
     I am thankful to all who have put in request for Endeavor/Shouto
     fics, but as of the posting of this fic I am up to E/S 6. I am truly
     happy people are asking me to write, but you can always request other
     things as well (check out my other works to see what I mean)
     If you have a request, you can contact me on tumblr or twitter
     @BluKrown
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