Spitfire in a Skirt

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: 18+ 

Pairing: Endeavor/Shouto

Tags: Incest, Feminization, Begging, Anal Sex

Summary: His old man had some weird kinks but it didn't matter what he ordered him to do, Shouto is always begging to have that big, fat cock stuffed inside of him 

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Bastard didn’t even look up as he stumbled through the doors, clumsily shutting them behind him with a click that sounded like an explosion to him but was probably near inaudible to anyone else. Panting heavily, sweat rolling down his brow, his expression twisted into a pained grimace, Shouto slumped back against the doors, his chest heaving. The bastard usually kept his office chillingly cold and it probably was freezing, as always, but to Shouto, it might as well have been on fire. Every inch of his body was burning from the inside out. Not even the light clothing he was wearing could deter this fierce fever. His head swum with a dizzying, feverish heat, made even worse by the bastard’s intensely masculine, musky scent. Agonizing pain pierced out from his crotch, which was just barely covered by the short, flimsy skirt he wore. Swallowing hard, Shouto straightened up. His teeth clenched together. His trembling legs could barely hold himself upright. There was a looseness in his muscles that he typically only got when he had trained for far too long. Sucking in a deep breath, Shouto slowly walked over the bastard’s desk. 

“Took you long enough.” The bastard commented quietly, his sharp blue eyes glancing up to roam lecherously over Shouto’s trembling body. A fresh sizzle of blazing heat radiated straight down to his crotch, tempting his cock to twitch. Shouto sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from crying out. A hint of a small touched his broad lips, outlined by flickering flames. He reached out with one large hand to teasingly slip his fingers underneath the hem of Shouto’s skirt, lifting it up ever so slightly, “Don’t you look adorable, my little one.”

Shouto just glared without any real strength or heat, biting his tongue to hold back the plea that was rising up his throat. Fuck…this was bad. Just the bastard looking at him like that made him want to get on his knees and beg! Drool began to pool underneath his tongue. Hurry up, a whiny voice panted inside his mind, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! He couldn’t take another moment of this! His…his penis hurt so much! 

Chuckling low in his throat, the bastard leaned back in his seat, “Well? I can tell just by looking at you that you’re at your limit so be a good boy and show me that beautiful clit.”

Normally, Shouto wouldn’t cave so easily. Last thing he wanted to do was give this bastard the satisfaction but today…his control, his patience was shot. He was too riled up, too desperate to try to play this off like it wasn’t affecting him. Besides, one look at his face said otherwise. Blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, Shouto gripped the hem of his humiliatingly short skirt and lifted it up, revealing his drenched, caged cock. The bastard whistled appreciatively, his sparking blue eyes glued to Shouto’s cock. A tremble raced through him, followed by an intense blast of ecstasy. His cock twitched again, straining against the cage. This time, the pain of restriction was nowhere near enough to quell the storm of pleasure in the pit of his belly. Breathing heavily, squirming underneath the bastard’s intense stare, Shouto chewed on the interior of his cheeks to keep himself from saying anything. Damn, would this asshole hurry the fuck up?! His…his cock felt like it was going to burst! He was seriously at the end of his rope here! The bastard insisted on this sort of play so he should compensate him properly! 

“Well, well, well.” The bastard rasped, planting his hands flat on his desk. With a teasing smirk, he got to his feet. Shouto’s eyes immediately dropped down, widening when his gaze found the large, noticeable bulge. Drool pooled underneath his tongue. A thrum of dizzy excitement rolled through him. Loud buzzing filled his ears. His hole twitched hungrily, desperate to have that thick, fat thing buried inside him. He was so distracted by his own desperate want that he failed to notice the bastard stepping around his impressive desk. He only noticed when one of his large hands grabbed hold of his elbow. Shouto let out a loud yelp as he was thrown down onto the top of the bastard’s desk. His skirt was flipped up to expose his barely contained butt. Shouto gasped sharply when those thick fingers slipped underneath the hem, yanking down his underwear to fully bear his backside. Powerful, burning hot hands spread him open, a plush cheek in each hand. A shudder of anticipation roared through him, leaving him unconsciously wiggling his hips in a blatant attempt to urge this bastard to get on with it already. 

“You got yourself ready for me, didn’t you, my adorable little one?” The bastard cooed, swirling the pad of his finger around the puckered edges of his hole. Shouto whimpered, clamping down on the edge of the desk. F-fuck-! Why did he have to tease him like this?! He knew damn well that he wouldn’t be stupid enough not to prepare himself before he came here! 

“O-Of course!” He ground out through clenched teeth, “Just…please! Do it already!”

“Oho…” The bastard rasped, audibly pleased. “Well, I’m not a cruel enough man to leave my little spitfire waiting any longer. You just need to do one,” one of his large, hot hands slid underneath Shouto’s jaw, lifting his head up, “little,” warm breath, smelling of mint and salt, brushed across his skin as the bastard leaned down to bring his mouth close to his ear, “thing for me.” 

Shouto shuddered, the rhythm of his breath speeding up even further. His mouth hung open, a thin line of drool leaking out of the corner. Pleasure thrummed through his body. It…it hurt…his cock hurt so much-! There was a gnawing, desperate emptiness inside him – one that could only be filled by this bastard’s stupid, incredible cock! Inside…he wanted it inside already! The bastard dragged his tongue along the shell of his ear, making him shudder. Shouto pushed back into him, whimpering and moaning as that large finger continued to tease his entrance. Hurry up! He…he was gonna burst-! 

“You know what I want.” The bastard breathed directly into his ear. “I wouldn’t advise making me wait, little love.”

This…a more composed Shouto would’ve kept him waiting. A more composed Shouto wouldn’t submit easily but the Shouto of the current moment couldn’t even fathom the idea of prolonging this any further. Sucking in a deep breath, his head spinning, his cock aching, Shouto choked out, “P-Please! Fuck my slutty pussy with your big, fat cock! I…I want your big thing in my wet, hungry pussy!”

A shiver passed through the bastard’s body. He nipped playfully at Shouto’s ear, murmuring, “Good boy. Now, here’s your reward.”

There was no build up, no time to prepare himself. While he was distracted with giving this bastard exactly what he wanted, he had gotten his cock out of his skin tight suit. Those powerful hands grabbed hold of his hips, wrenching them up. His thick length pushed between the plush globes of his ass, pressing against his twitching hole. With a low grunt, he slammed his hips forward, shoving his cock past the tight ring of muscles to sink deep into him. Shouto wailed at the top of his lungs, his tongue hanging lewdly out of his mouth. If it weren’t for the cock cage, he would’ve cum right then and there. There came a grating moan from somewhere above him, followed by the bastard digging his blunt nails even deeper into his skin and starting to pound into him. Moaning and squealing, clinging onto the desk for dear life, Shouto jolted and bounced on top of it, using what leverage he had to slam back into him. With every thrust, his plush ass smooshed against the bastard’s pubic bone. Drool poured out of his open, gasping mouth. 

Good-! Good, good, GOOD! It felt so fucking good-! His hole was being stretched to its limit, completely stuffed full by this bastard’s incredible cock! The prominent veins scraped along his spasming, oversensitive insides, sending out shockwaves of ecstasy. A familiar, unbelievably amazing heat pierced deeply into him. The head of the bastard’s cock seemed to grind against the underside of his belly. He easily glided in and out of his tight hole, stirring him up deep inside. Within a couple of thrusts, he was already right on the verge of cumming, only prevented from doing so by that damned cage! He…he wanted to cum! He needed to cum-! The bastard’s calloused fingers brushed over his lips then pushed inside, filling his mouth up with an intensely salty flavor. Moaning loudly, Shouto eagerly sucked and licked the invading digits, shuddering as his tongue was squeezed between them. Good…good, good, good, fuck…he couldn’t think. His brain had been turned to mush. He was blazing with an overwhelming, all-encompassing pleasure. Cum…cum, cum, cum, he wanted to cum! He wanted to cum so badly! His cock…his…his clit was going to break! It hurt-! It hurt-! He needed to cum! He needed to cum! 

“Pleash-!” Shouto wailed around the bastard’s thick fingers. 

“Please what, my adorable little one?” The bastard cooed, leaning down to trail a line of wet kisses along his neck and shoulder, “You need to speak clearly or I won’t be able to understand you.”

“Cum-! Cum-! Pleash-! Let me-! Pleash-!”

“You want to cum?” The bastard rasped, his deep, low voice heavy with lust. “You know what you have to do then, don’t you?”

“Pleash, Daddy!” Shouto howled, shoving his hips back against the bastard, driving his cock in even deeper, “Make me cum with your fat cock-! Daddy-! Pleash-!”

There came a low, pleased chuckle from behind him. Leaning back, the bastard reached around him to deftly free his cock from the cage. As soon as it fell away, falling to the floor with a dull clunk, he rammed his hips forward hard, driving Shouto across the desk. His eyes rolled back in his head. His mouth stretched open wide, tongue caught between the bastard’s fingers. Cum sprayed out of his cock, splattering all over the polished wood. White bled across his vision. Blood roared in his ears. Nothing…nothing could ever compare to this. This ecstasy, this pleasure, this sensation of completely letting go of everything and giving into the current moment – crushed underneath his Father, stuffed full of his cock, cumming and cumming and cumming; his orgasm seeming to stretch on into minutes as he continued to pound into him. 

Shouto yelped weakly as he was roughly rolled over onto his back. Large, hot hands slipped underneath his knees, pushing his legs up to his chest. The bastard hovered over him – his flames quieted, his face flushed bright red. Lust burned in those sharp eyes. Smiling slightly, the bastard shortened his thrusts to short, shallow pumps, keeping the majority of his cock buried deep inside. Shouto squealed and moaned, bucking his hips in time with the bastard’s thrusts. His cute outfit was completely mussed. There was jizz all over the underside of his skirt. One of the bastard’s large hands slipped underneath his tight fitting shirt to smooth over his chest and stomach. 

“You look so cute like this.” The bastard panted, leaning down to kiss the corner of Shouto’s mouth, “You like it too, don’t you, my little spitfire?”

“Y…yes…” Shouto gasped, turning his head to nuzzle the bastard’s scruffy cheek. 

“I’ll buy you some even cuter clothes after this since I’ll be ruining these.” The bastard smiled, kissed Shouto again then straightened up, rolling his broad shoulders, “You don’t have any objection to that, do you, little love?”

“No…” Shouto weakly shook his head. Wearing these clothes was so embarrassing but if this…this was the kind of pleasure he got in return, he’d wear anything this bastard wanted him too. Hell, at this point, he would do anything this bastard told him to if it meant that he kept getting fucked like this.