That's a Strange Tradition You've Got There

Pairing: Enji Todoroki / Midoriya Izuku 

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Noncon/dubcon, size difference, rough sex

Summary: On his wedding night, after marrying Princess Fuyumi, Izuku is told of an odd tradition he'll be expected to follow through with: spending the night in her Father, King Enji's, bed. Little does he know - this tradition involves more than just sleeping. 

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There were a number of strange traditions in his home country but there was nothing as bizarre as this. Staring up at the ceiling, his hands gripped tightly on his stomach, Izuku did his best to relax. Before he had been informed of this strange tradition, he had been exhausted. From the moment he awoke early this morning, the day had been the definition of hectic. Starting with exchanging his vows with his now wife and ending with a party that near the entire kingdom had been invited to. By the time King Enji had finally called the festivities to a close, the moon was high in the sky and Izuku was nodding off in his chair. His new wife, Princess Fuyumi, hadn’t been in a much better state. Together, they’d happily stumbled off to their new shared quarters, where Izuku thought they would try to consummate their marriage before peacefully slipping off to sleep but, to his surprise, Fuyumi had stopped him from climbing into bed. When he looked at her quizzically, she sleepily informed him of the tradition.

She had to repeat it a couple times before he could comprehend what she was saying. Even then, he had thought she was joking. It was so ludicrous that he couldn’t help but laugh. His tired chuckling didn’t last long. She continued to gaze at him calmly, smiling sleepily. The realization that she was serious slowly dawned on him. Seeming to sense his disbelief, Fuyumi went on to explain that it was a tradition that the Royal family had been practicing for hundreds of years: the new groom or bride of the prince or princess must spend the first night of marriage in the bed of the King or Queen. Males must sleep with the King; females must sleep with the Queen.

When he asked the obvious question, ‘why’, Fuyumi just shrugged and told him that was the way it’s always been. Too stunned and exhausted to argue, Izuku found himself being led away from his new bride, taken up to the King’s quarters. The situation quickly turned from bad to worse. Izuku was already tucked underneath the covers, having been told the King would be joining him shortly, when the man strolled nonchalantly into the room wearing absolutely nothing. His penis – a monstrous thing even when flaccid – swung a little with every step. If he noticed Izuku’s shock, he made no comment on it as he climbed into bed beside him. Just as the King was settling underneath the light, summer blanket – an odd choice for the dead of winter but he soon learned why it wasn’t the usual heavy animal furs, Izuku made the unfortunate mistake of thinking to himself ‘well, this couldn’t get any worse.’.

Just as that thought was flitting through his buzzing mind, the King slung a muscular arm around his waist and yanked him close, smooshing him to an impressively beefy, warm chest. With a contented sigh, the King buried his face in Izuku’s hair and seemed to immediately drift off to sleep. That had either been a few minutes or an hour ago. King Enji’s immense body was a furnace. Even with only the light blanket covering him, it was unbearably hot. Whenever Izuku shifted in an attempt to put a little distance between him and the fireball behind him, the King’s arms tightened further around him.

This…he couldn’t sleep like this. No matter how much he tried to relax, he just couldn’t calm down. Sighing softly, Izuku scrubbed a hand over his face. What a strange tradition. He would have to do a little research tomorrow to find out why this was required. Turning his head to look out the large bay window, Izuku wondered if Fuyumi was asleep yet. He sighed again. He should be in bed with her, not being crushed by her Father. Ah well, there was nothing he could do about it now. If this was what was required of him, then he would just grin and bear it. Not like it could get that much worse, after all.

“You smell amazing, Izuku.” The King suddenly murmured.

Izuku jumped, his eyes widening. With a soft sigh, the King rubbed his cheek against the top of his head. One of his large hands pressed to Izuku’s stomach then slid up to lightly stroke his chest. A flush of vibrant heat rose to Izuku’s face. The King wasn’t normally affectionate with him. If anything, he’d describe him as distant and cold. The most he could remember ever getting was a light pat on the shoulder. Why…why was he suddenly touching him like this? Was this part of the tradition as well? Making the groom as uncomfortable as possible to test his dedication to his bride? If that was the case, the King was doing an excellent job of it. Being this close to him, touched with such familiarity and intimacy…he didn’t know if he could stand much more of this.

“Th-Thank you…your Highness.” Izuku mumbled, unsure of what else to say. He jumped a little when the King’s large, hot hand brushed across his nipple. To his dismay, an electric tingle raced down his spine. His chest had always been his weak point! If the King kept messing with him, he might get hard-!

“Papa.” The King responded quietly.

“Eh?”

“We’re family now, Izuku. You’re my son so refer to me as such. None of this ‘your highness’ business. Not anymore.”

“I don’t-“ Izuku started to say nervously, a loud voice squealing ‘what the hell is going on here?!’ inside his head.

The King sighed irritably. He abruptly sat up. For a moment, Izuku thought that he had offended him so much, he was going to refuse to sleep with him. He began to panic, terrified that if the tradition wasn’t seen through to the morning, his marriage to Fuyumi would be void. He started to sit up as well, only to freeze when the King, inexplicably, swung one of his tree trunk legs over him and straddled his waist. Mouth falling open, Izuku gawked stupidly up at him. He…he could feel the King’s penis on his stomach. The intense heat rolling off that thick, heavy length bled through the blanket and his clothes. His weight pressed him down into the mattress. In this position, the King appeared to be even larger than usual. He was already a massive man but looking up at him like this really drove home how much bigger he was in comparison to Izuku. What…what was going on here? Why was the King-?!

Staring down at him with a quiet, unreadable gaze, the King said softly, “You don’t understand the full extent of your position yet…but you will.”

“What’re you-?!”

Smirking, a mischievous spark dancing in his bright blue eyes, the King moved off him. Grabbing hold of the thin blanket, he tore it away, throwing it over his shoulder. Yelping in surprise, Izuku instinctively curled in on himself. Wha-What was this?! What was the King-?! Chuckling huskily, the King took hold of Izuku’s arm, rolling him over onto his stomach. Before Izuku had a chance to register what was happening, the King’s broad, calloused fingers slipped underneath the hem of his underwear, yanking it down to expose his butt. Cold air slapped against his skin, making him shiver. Frozen with shock, Izuku slowly reached up to numbly pinched his cheek, convinced that he must’ve drifted off and was having a nightmare. Only the twinging pain in his face was a sharp slap of reality. Still, he wasn’t able to believe it. This couldn’t really be happening. Being stripped and fondled by his wife’s father on his wedding night? This had to be a nightmare brought on by exhaustion and too much excitement. There was no way this was actually happening. Or, at least, those were the thoughts wildly racing in his mind up until the exact moment two large, hot hands gently cupped the plump cheeks of his ass, spreading him open. The feel of those rough, calloused palms on his sensitive skin was far too real for this to be a nightmare.

Which meant this…this was really happening…

Izuku, finally jerking out of his stupor, twisted around, one hand flying down to desperately claw at King Enji’s hands, crying out frantically, “Stop-! What are you doing?! Your Highness, please-!”

“Be still.” The King cooed lovingly, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss onto the swollen curve of his hips, “You are my son now, so you have nothing to fear. I have longed for the day you finally joined my family and we are able to claim you as our own.”

“Your highness, what-?!”

Hot breath brushed against his hole, sending a shiver racing up his spine. Just as his sputtering mind was registering just where the King’s face was, something wet and warm pressed to his entrance. A startled squeak rippled out of Izuku’s throat. His hips instinctively jerked away but King Enji wrapped his large hands around them, easily yanking them back into place. Moaning low in his throat, he hungrily lapped and licked Izuku’s hole, covering the sensitive skin in a heavy layer of saliva. One large, burning hot hand roamed up from his hip, smoothing along the curve of his back. Gasping wetly, fat droplets of sweat rolling down his face, Izuku squirmed and writhed in the King’s hold. Sharp bursts of pleasure radiated out from the pit of his belly. His cock, trapped between the mattress and his body, twitched as blood pooled into his crotch. With a sickening lurch of his stomach, Izuku realized he was hard. The King, his Father-in-Law, licking him down there was getting him excited! Someone other than his wife was touching him in such a private, intimate place but he was more turned on than he could ever remember being!

“So sweet…” King Enji murmured huskily, his hot breath warming up the saliva. “Fuyumi was right to choose you. I was hesitant at first, uncertain whether you truly belonged in our family but now, I’m so glad I listened to her. How foolish I was…to think that you weren’t good enough.”

King Enji laughed bemusedly, rubbing his cheek lovingly against the curve of Izuku’s ass. He straightened up, hands still tightly wrapped around his hips, staring down at Izuku with a flushed, hungry expression that sent a shiver racing down his spine. His cock twitched against the mattress, hardly seeming to notice his shame and embarrassment at being aroused by seeing his Father-in-Law handling him like this. Exhaling shakily, Izuku, once again, tried to voice some kind of protest – surely, King Enji wasn’t too overwhelmed by this sordid lust to see reason! – but before he could get out a word, something very big, very hot and very hard pressed to his drenched hole. All the air whooshed out of his lungs in a single gasping wheeze. It wasn’t like he had to see to know what that was pushing insistently against him but Izuku twisted around nonetheless. His back groaned in protest from the strained position. He hardly felt the ache. His mind was completely filled up by the sight of King Enji’s enormous cock lined up with his entrance.

Eyes bulging, mouth hanging open, Izuku mutely shook his head. The shock of the situation had impeded his ability to figure where this was going, even though it was more than obvious. Now that he was being faced with that inevitably, with the fact that he was about to lose his virginity to his new wife’s Father, Izuku could only stupidly gawk as King Enji dragged him back, the tip of his mighty dick pushing through the tight ring of muscle. The sensation of being spread open was just the slap of reality he needed to yank himself out of the second stupor of the night. N-No-! Not that-! He could swallow being touched by his Father-in-Law, even being licked down there but…this…this was too much-! He couldn’t-! He didn’t want this-! Squealing loudly, he tried to kick the King away but the blow went wide, not even coming close to the huge man. Chuckling low in his throat, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk, King Enji roughly flipped Izuku over onto his back. He grabbed hold of Izuku’s knees, shoving his legs up to his chest, leaving his backside completely exposed. Babbling incoherently, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, Izuku shuddered violently as that hot, big thing pressed firmly to him.

“Please-!” He gasped, his face a mess of heat, snot, drool and tears, “Your highness-!”

“Papa.” King Enji cooed, leaning down to place a disconcertingly sweet kiss to his sloppy mouth, “Don’t worry…I can’t promise gentleness but I’ll,” a shriek erupted out from between Izuku’s lips when one of King Enji’s large hands smoothed down his belly to wrap firmly around his throbbing, twitching erection, sending an electric sizzle of shameful pleasure coursing through him, “make it feel so good, you’ll never be able to get enough.”

“No! No!” Izuku frantically cried, shaking his head with enough force to send his hair flying everywhere. Gods-! Why…why was this turning him on so much?! King Enji’s hand-! The calloused skin of his palm rubbing against his sensitive dick felt incredible! Izuku sobbed miserably, reaching to push his hands against King Enji’s sweaty, beefy chest, “Please, I don’t-!”

“You will.” The King murmured firmly, putting more weight against him. The tip of his cock slipped deeper into him. Izuku gasped sharply and shivered, his legs twitching against his chest. Smiling broadly, his bright blue eyes blazing with an unrestrained lust, King Enji slid his hand away from one of his knees in favor of curling his large, calloused fingers around Izuku’s jaw. Tilting his head back, he dipped down to capture his sloppy mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. A hot tongue, tasting of tea and mint, shoved its way between his lips, swiping over the roof and sides of his mouth to spread that intense flavor everywhere. Growling softly, the King rammed his hips forward, driving his immense length inside of Izuku’s tight, virgin hole.

A loud scream erupted out of his mouth, quickly devoured by King Enji’s ravenous kiss. Back arching, his hips straining up off the bed, Izuku came, spraying thick ropes of cum all over his and the King’s stomach. His eyes rolled back in his head. Thunderous pleasure dominated his body, overwhelming every nerve and synapse until he felt as though his consciousness might shatter from the pressure. Panting heavily, his gaze heavy lidded, the King gave him no time to recover. He grabbed hold of Izuku’s hips, keeping his legs in place with his heavy body. Grunting and growling, he repeatedly slammed hard into Izuku’s spasming hole. Squeals, moans and wails poured out of his mouth in an embarrassing torrent. Izuku clamped his hands over his mouth, desperate to stem the flow of those humiliatingly lewd noises but King Enji caught hold of his wrists, wrenching his hands away from his mouth.

“Now, now.” King Enji moaned raggedly, offering a small smile, “There’s no need to be embarrassed. We’re family…so don’t hide anything from me. Let me hear you…let me hear your cute voice as you surrender yourself to my cock.”

“N-No-!” Izuku gasped wetly. His head was spinning. Feverish heat drenched his trembling body. The more he tried to concentrate, to push back against the violent power seizing him, all he found himself being able to focus on was the immense length inside him. Deep-! He was so deep inside, he could feel that intense heat spearing into his belly-! King Enji’s cock was so big, so hot-! He was being stretched open beyond his limit. Thick veins grinded against the sensitive walls of his insides. Every sweet spot was being overloaded by friction. The pressure of King Enji’s immense penis stuffing him full, forcibly spreading him open was almost too much for him to take. His mind felt like it was melting. The heat, the pleasure was quickly taking dominance over everything else. Not even the shame, the horror of being bedded by his Father-in-Law on his wedding night could win over the intense ecstasy. Still, he kept fighting, desperately clawing at the last shred of rationality he had left. Was this some sort of test? Was his dedication to his wife being put under scrutiny?

Izuku sobbed weakly, tears streaming down his cheeks. What was Fuyumi going to think when she found out about this? Would she be horrified? Disgusted? Her own husband, becoming so hot and lewd while being fucked by her Father…how could she ever forgive him for this? Throwing his arms over his face, Izuku gripped hold of the despair in a desperate attempt to push back against the pleasure. Just as he was making some leeway, two warm, powerful hands seized hold of his arms, yanking them away. Bright blue eyes glared sternly down at him. Bringing his face in close, King Enji smashed their lips together in another rough kiss. He sped up the pace of his thrusts, ramming into Izuku with enough strength to send him jolting upwards every time their bodies collided. Fresh, scalding pleasure rippled through him, tearing apart what little progress he’d made. Howling at the top of his lungs, Izuku only lasted a few of those hard thrusts before he was cumming again, adding even more mess to the white splattered all over his belly.

“Stop-!” He slurred squeakily into King Enji’s mouth. His hips start to buck unconsciously, moving to match the King’s thrusts. Drool streamed down his throat. Before he realized what he was happening, he was sucking on King Enji’s tongue. Even after he caught himself starting to submit, he couldn’t stop. Good-! Good-! Why…why did it have to feel so good-?! King Enji’s cock felt so good inside him-! Being stuffed so full felt incredible-! His belly, his ass were so warm, it felt like they were melting! Fuyumi…he was supposed to be feeling this good with Fuyumi but her Father was making him cum like crazy! “Pleash-! Stop-! Can’t-! Breaking-! You’re breaking me-!””

King Enji laughed huskily against his lips, ramming his cock in hard to wrench another wet, high pitched wail out of Izuku, “Do you truly want me to stop? You’re squeezing me so tightly, Izuku. Every time I try to pull out, this slutty hole clamps down around me, sucking me back in. We’ve only just gotten started and you’ve already cum twice. Come on, be honest, Izuku. Tell me what you really want…beg me to fuck you even harder, to leave the imprint of my cock on your soft, mushy insides. That’s what you really want, isn’t it?”

“No-!” Izuku sobbed, weakly shaking his head. He…he didn’t want that! He didn’t want any of this! He wanted Fuyumi! To be held in her arms, to lose his virginity to her! Why…why did he have to lose it to her Father?!

Sighing impatiently, King Enji dipped down to gently kiss the corner of his eye, “You’re a stubborn one. Perhaps the most stubborn person to be accepted into our family. Ah well, everything will be made clear to you soon enough. For now-.”

The King abruptly slipped his hands underneath his armpits and pulled him up off the bed, keeping the head of his monstrous cock still tightly sheathed inside his ass. Plopping onto his backside, he pulled Izuku close to his chest, pushed in to kiss him once more then, just as suddenly as he picked him up, he slammed him down, impaling him on his mighty length. A sharp, jagged squeal erupted out of Izuku’s throat. Tongue hanging out of his mouth, his back arching so severely, he was shocked his spine didn’t snap from the pleasure, Izuku came once more, splattering watery cum all over the King’s stomach and chest. King Enji wrapped his muscular arms loosely around him, holding him in place as he repeatedly rammed up into him. Izuku bounced in his hold. There was hardly any strength left in his body. The pleasure had robbed away everything, leaving him limp and wailing as he was repeatedly assaulted by an ecstasy he stood no chance against. In this new position, the King’s immense penis pushed even deeper into him. The head grinded against the underside of his belly. Clinging to King Enji’s shoulders, Izuku shamelessly bucked and rolled his hips. His penis swung lewdly, smacking against his and the King’s stomachs. Wailing howls, moans and sobs poured out of him, no longer restrained by shame or embarrassment.

Smiling broadly, the King dropped his hands to Izuku’s ass, roughly squeezing the plush globes. He pressed a sweet kiss to Izuku’s sweaty temple, “There we go. You lasted far longer than I thought you would but family will always win. I love you, Izuku, and welcome you to the family with open arms.”

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Soft beams of sunlight peered through the heavy curtains hanging over the tall windows. Laid flat out on his back, chest heaving with labored breaths, Izuku gazed up at the ceiling. He was drenched from head to toe in sweat. Dried, partially dried and fresh cum clung to his chest, stomach and thighs. Even more of it was streaming down his legs, gushing out of his gaping, twitching hole. His head was a mess of fog and fragments of fragments of thoughts. Between his legs, King Enji was quietly watching his cum pour out of Izuku’s hole, a contentedly happy expression on his flushed, sweaty face. His large hands rested on Izuku’s thighs, gently massaging the tense muscles. If spending the entire night fucking Izuku had exhausted the King, it wasn’t showing. The only thing about him that was clearly spent was his cock, having finally softened after hours of being buried deep inside Izuku’s ass.

Izuku could still feel his monstrous length inside him. Every time the insides of his ass twitched, it sent fresh waves of pleasure rolling through him. All the stiffness had fled from his cock hours ago but that intense tingling still remained. It felt like if King Enji were to so much as brush the tips of his fingers along his dick, he would cum. Not that there was anything left in his balls. The King had wrung so many orgasms out of him, he had lost count after the sixth. He wasn’t even sure anything had come out the last few times. Izuku blinked slowly. It was difficult to think but one question kept sluggishly sliding through his mind. What now? Would this be kept from Fuyumi? Would he be expected to satisfy both his wife, and her Father in bed? He was too exhausted to be anxious about such a prospect.

“You did so well, Izuku.” King Enji murmured, leaning down to brush a kiss against his lips. To Izuku’s dismay, that soft contact sent a trill of fluttering tingles rushing through him. He unconsciously lifted his head to push back into him. Smoothing his large hands over Izuku’s chest and stomach, the King said playfully, “You can’t even hear me, can you?”

“I can hear you…your highness…” Izuku mumbled on instinct.

The King sighed exasperatedly, “Papa, papa, papa. I told you,” he curled his broad fingers around Izuku’s jaw, squishing his round cheeks as he tugged his head over slightly so he was looking up at him, “no more ‘your highness’. It’s ‘Papa’. Say it, Izuku.”

“P…Papa…” Izuku said after a moment of hesitation.

A broad smile spread across the King’s face, “Good. Now, I know you’re tired but there’s still much fun to be had. You have been welcomed into the family so now, it’s finally time to consummate your marriage.”

“H…hu…wha-?”

Still grinning widely, King Enji looked over to the door, “Come in, Fuyumi. He’s waiting for you.”

The door creaked open. A familiar head of pure white hair with streaks of red peaked in. Izuku’s eyes widened. He tried to jerk back, his hands flying down to cover himself but couldn’t find the strength to move. Just as he was beginning to babble out a pathetic sounding excuse, Fuyumi slipped further into the room. The violent race of thoughts pounding through his head came to a screeching halt. His mouth fell open with enough force to nearly break his jaw. Grinning coyly, a bright flush of pink in her normally pale cheeks, Fuyumi sauntered towards the bed. She was completely naked. Her plump breasts swung and bounced slightly with every step. Wrapped around her waist was some kind of strange harness and attached to that was a replication of a massive penis. One of her small hands was wrapped around it, slowly jerking it off. Izuku’s wide-eyed gaze rapidly flickered between the false penis, Fuyumi’s breasts and her flushed face. Wha…what was going on here?! Why was Fuyumi-?!

Stopping at the edge of the bed, Fuyumi placed one knee onto the mattress and hoisted herself up. She reached over to gently cup Izuku’s face in her hands, leaning down to firmly, sweetly kiss him. A shudder raced through Izuku’s body. Even in this bizarre situation, this was still Fuyumi! He had always been so weak to her kisses! Giggling lightly, she pushed further down, bringing her mouth to his ear. After playfully nipping at his earlobe, she whispered huskily, “My turn, Izuku. Let me welcome you to our family.”