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The walls of the Todoroki household bear the curse of knowing the darkest parts of the family. Happy moments within these confines are rare, but when they occur the air feels lighter. More bearable.
But today isn’t one of those rarities. In fact, what’s happening to the youngest sibling at this moment is common. But no one knows. Except the walls, of course.
“Stop! Get the hell off of me!” Shouto screams in anger, shoving at his much larger and stronger father.
“Shut up and take your punishment.”
Enji wraps his arm around Shouto’s waist, restraining his arms to stop his violent thrashing. But it doesn’t curb Shouto’s will to try and fight for his freedom and safety. Even if it’s futile in the end, he still persists.
A searing hot hand makes its way up the smaller boy’s chest, burning away at the thin shirt fabric. Shouto doesn’t give up his attempts to fight off his father, but let’s put a yell in pain at the other’s burning hot hand feeling up his chest.
Disgusting . Disgusting is how Shouto always feels when his father gets like this. He thought he’d get used to all of this by now. After years and years of this constant torture he’s still not okay with it.
“Are you really not going to take this punishment like a good boy, Shouto?” Enji’s hand drifts further and further south, slipping his hand into the waistband of Shouto’s sweatpants.
Shouto lets out a gasp of surprise, flinching back at the touch. Enji doesn’t stop, though. He reaches into his son’s boxers and gently runs his fingers over Shouto’s half-hard cock.
Shameful . Shouto feels nothing but shame that (despite hating every small touch his father gives) his body betrays him. He hates this. He wants it to just stop . But his father only sees Shouto’s hardening cock as a sign that he wants to be touched.
“Already getting hard for Daddy? Such a whore for punishment.” Enji grips onto Shouto’s cock, slowly pumping it.
Enji writhes in the euphoria of feeling his youngest son shake under him. He can’t wait any longer. His cock just aches to be buried deep into Shouto’s ass. Without warning, Enji pulls down Shouto’s sweatpants and boxers to reveal his pale, porcelain ass.
“Please don’t… please, please… Stop!”
“If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be so hard for me. Stop complaining and take your punishment. You disrespected me too much today, so I won’t go easy on you,” Enji slams Shouto over the kitchen counter, spreading his asscheeks apart, “Don’t scream too loud or I’ll make it hurt even more .”
Shouto turns his head to see just what his father is doing. But what he sees makes his heart drop straight into his stomach- Enji’s going in without any prep or lube. Fuck, this isn’t going to end well for him. The feeling of his father’s cock pressing into him sends stabbing pain all throughout his body. Fuck, Shouto really regrets upsetting his dad this much.
Tears well up in Shouto’s eyes with each deep, unrelenting thrust into him. It hurts. It hurts, hurts, HURTS . But Shouto’s silent prayers to the universe never get an answer. All he can do is shove his face onto the granite counter, letting his tears spill onto it.
“You feel so much better when I don’t prep you. So tight,” Enji leans down to whisper into his son’s ear, “Moan for me. I won’t stop until you do.”
No. No. Please, I don’t want to. Just stop. Please just stop. Shouto begs in his mind, clenching his eyes tight. He can feel the dripping of blood between his legs, running down to the floor. And knowing his father, he really won’t stop until he gets what he demands.
“H-Harder…” Shouto whispers out, hoping it’ll suffice.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you, Sho.” Shouto cringes at the nickname.
“Harder. Please . Please fuck me harder, Daddy . You feel so g-good in me.” He says through sobs and yells of pain.
Enji’s grip on Shouto’s waist tightens, his nails digging in so deep it breaks skin, “ Fuck , keep going.”
“Cum in me. Use me as your cumdumpster, daddy. I’m all yours. Only yours. I love it when you punish me.”
If Enji’s loud, obnoxious moans and string of profanities are an indication of anything, it’s that Shouto’s pain will soon come to an end. Throughout the years, he’s learnt to know when his father is close to finishing. His strokes get slower, but deeper and more violent than before. His moans go from subtle to the volume of megaphone.
This is the only thing that brings any sort of relief to the youngest sibling- knowing that any moment he’ll be free from the disgusting touch of his father. Sure, he’ll be left to clean up the mess of blood and cum and the overwhelming after pain, but his body will be his to control again. At least until Enji gets another craving or asinine reason to punish him once more.
“Come on, Daddy. Please cum for me. I was made just for you to use. Please, I need to feel you fill me up.”
And almost as if on cue, the rushing feeling of searing hot cum fills his insides. Shouto lets out a scream of pain, hot tears spilling onto the counter like a faucet. This part always hurts no matter how much time, love, and care Enji puts into Shouto beforehand. He’s starting to think Enji does this on purpose .
Shouto feels the other’s thick cock slowly slide out of him for good, leaving him dripping with cum. Shouto breathes a sigh of relief, still not daring to move an inch. In all honesty, he doesn’t even think he can move even if he willed it. So he just stands there, body still bent over the counter as his father’s booming footsteps recede back down the hall.
A few moments later, he slides down onto the floor and curls himself up into a ball. All he wants to do is lay there and scream and cry- just let himself feel something . But the only thing he’s left with after these ‘punishments’ is the overwhelming feeling of emptiness inside himself. Is this it? Is this all his life was and ever will be? The crushing reality that this is his life and nothing can change that buries him like a mound of rubble.