Losing Streak

Winner of the Term Fic Poll! The winning theme was 'Enji and All Might having a competition to see who can make Shouto and Izuku cum more'...which turned into something more Endsho centric with a touch of AllDeku OTL 

Anyway! I liked this one! It was fun! Want to do a followup at some point that's more AllDeku centric to make up for it! For now, though, enjoy! 

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Silent images danced on the TV casting a dim light on the room, throwing huge shadows that stood out prominently against the ghostly sheen. On the screen, the pretty news reporter whose good features were slightly diminished by the shade of her lipstick – a godawful hue of purplish red that probably looked amazing in real life but looked brown on screen – was moving onto the next story, blissfully aware that in one of the thousands of living rooms she was being played in there was a game going on – one that would easily make front page headlines if anyone were to ever learn the existence of it. Not that either of the two men leading the game would ever let word of it get out, though neither really worried about it. Their status, positions and power allowed for more secrecy than most people. Not a whole lot of people would look at the once Symbol of Peace or the current Number One Pro and think to themselves that they spent the night fucking their protégée, and son respectively to see who could squeeze the most orgasms out of them. 

Currently, as the pretty news reporter with the abhorrent lipstick was calmly going into the details of the most recent villain attack, All Might was ahead by two. The reigning champ with 32 wins to Enji’s 29 losses, with a current score of having made Izuku a whopping 122 times over 56 rounds while Enji was barely breaking 30 with Shouto, All Might was once again showing why he had been on top for so long. And Enji was not happy about it. Reclined back on the couch, his bare feet braced against the smooth wooden floor, large hands wrapped firmly around Shouto’s waist, keeping him balanced as he bounced on his cock, Enji’s attention was more on All Might and Izuku than it was the hole currently wrapped tightly around his dick. They’d been at it for only thirty minutes but All Might had already made Izuku cum three times while Enji had only just barely squeezed one out of Shouto. To say that this was beginning to become frustrating was an understatement. Shouto was always so sensitive and responsive whenever he was messing around with Izuku so why was it so hard to make him cum?! It’d been this way ever since they first started – Izuku responded so quickly to All Might’s touch but Shouto was like a disgruntled cat, only accepting his touch and cock because he demanded it but vehemently doing everything he could to make sure he knew how much he didn’t want it. 

Blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, Enji refocused on All Might and Izuku. Sitting opposite of them, just barely visible in the dim light, their positioning was the same with Izuku in All Might’s lap but…there was some radically different about it. Enji had never really paid that much attention to them before while they were doing this. All of his focus was usually on Shouto…as well as his own fury that the damned brat seemed to be doing everything in his power to make sure he lost. But now that he was actually watching them…All Might’s technique was so different from his own. Bony arms wrapped tightly around the boy, keeping his legs braced to his chest and practically gluing their bodies together. All Might was practically curled around him, bent over to pepper soft kisses all over his face, neck and shoulders. His long, skeletal hands weren’t stationary on the boy but were instead moving all over the place, caressing his soaked cock, his chest and stomach, his sides and thighs. Even the motion of his hips was different – a quick pace but one that was more deliberate and precise. All the weight and momentum was taken off Izuku, who could just sit back and enjoy being fucked. In response, Izuku was a mess, mouth hanging open, chest heaving, eyes heavy lidded and burning with a desperate heat. Looking at him made Enji drool a little. 

“Fuck-!” Shouto growled out, turning to glare at him over his shoulder, “Why did you get even bigger, old man? It’s already unbearable enough to take your stupidly big dick so show some goddamn restraint.”

His first instinct was to snap back that if he relaxed a little, it wouldn’t be so difficult for the both of them but he bit his tongue. No matter how he looked at it, the methods All Might was using was gaining him an exponential amount of success. One look at Izuku’s face was more than enough proof of just how good the boy was feeling. If he wanted to win, he was going to need to change tactics. As much as he loathed the idea of copying anything All Might was doing, simple fact of the matter was: if he kept going like this, he was never going to win…and Shouto was never going to fully submit to him. Watching Izuku, seeing how he was puddy in All Might’s hands, completely relaxed against him, spreading himself open and presenting himself without complaint so that All Might could do whatever he wanted…thinking about Shouto doing the same made his heart race. Swallowing hard, Enji blew out a harsh breath through his nose. His pride could take a blow if it meant that he could get even close to that with Shouto. But, he wouldn’t do the exact same as All Might – he’d find his own way, using similar methods, to make his beautiful boy feel good. 

Leaning back in his seat, Enji wrapped his arms around Shouto’s midsection, pulling him back against his chest. This took a lot of weight off him right away and the sudden movement caught him off guard long enough for Enji to curl a hand around the side of his face, tugging his head further back so he could capture his mouth in a kiss. He felt Shouto jolt in his arms. He tried to pull away but Enji held firm. Kissing had never been his strong point. He’d never seen the point in it (why draw something so unnecessary out when they could just move onto the more important things?) so he’d never bothered trying to get any good at it. An oversight that he felt was going to come to bother him in the future. Shouto, seeming to sense he wasn’t going to be able to wiggle free, stopped moving entirely. He made no attempt to return the kiss, instead just limply lying in Enji’s arms. Pushing back against the annoyance that threatened to cause a rash reaction, Enji forced himself to take a breath. If he wanted anything to change then he needed to take the initiative. 

Right now, what could he do to make Shouto feel good? He said it was unbearable to have his cock inside him…had he not prepared him enough? That was one of the things he did his best to be thorough with as even he could admit that he was grotesquely big, especially in comparison to Shouto. Was even that not good enough? Shouto had never said anything but he wouldn’t, would he? Fine, that was easy enough to fix. He lifted Shouto’s hips up at the same time he was reaching down to push his cock out of his hole. That got a little movement out of Shouto, who turned his head to look down at where Enji’s cock was standing straight up between his legs. Enji pulled him back into the kiss, sliding his tongue between his lips to sample his mouth. Sweet…with a little bit of saltiness…had he always been this delicious? When was the last time he kissed Shouto? He couldn’t remember – it hadn’t been often that he felt the urge to and, even if he did, Shouto probably wouldn’t let him. Was this what he’d been missing out on? These soft lips, this delicate tongue, this gorgeous taste? Fuck…he’d been a fool not to indulge himself more in this. Oh well, even more reason to keep going. 

To his relief, Shouto was relaxing a little into his hold – still not returning the kiss or moving much but that was alright. This was progress, which meant he just needed to keep pushing. What was next? His first instinct was to go for Shouto’s cock but if a kiss was enough to get him a little bit comfortable, taking the foreplay even further might be the best idea. In this position, he had access to nearly every inch of Shouto’s body. What was something he had never done before? Now that he thought about it…a lot of stuff. Might as well start with the basics, then! Still holding Shouto’s mouth captive, Enji slipped a hand down from the side of his head to his chest, where he smoothed it across his pronounced pecs, rubbing his calloused palm across his nipples. The reaction was immediate and welcome. Shouto trembled in his arms, thrusting his chest up against his hand. Without Enji’s hand to hold him in place, he jerked away, gasping out, “What’re you-!?”

A small grin of triumphant tugged at the corner of his lips. There we go. Taking one of the hardened nubs between his fingers, he gently pinched it then increased the pressure when that earned himself a loud moan from Shouto. Clenching his eyes tightly shut, the darkening of color in his cheeks visible even in the dimly lit room, Shouto grabbed at his wrist but any attempt that he was trying to make to get him to stop was thwarted when Enji did the same to his other nipple, rolling, pinching and pulling on both simultaneously. Shouto’s head back onto his shoulder. His smaller body shook against him. Glancing down, a wave of triumphant delight coursed through him at the sight of Shouto’s small, plump penis twitching up a storm, a flood of precum spilling out of the slit. His nipples were sensitive – good to know. He’d be making full use of this information in the future. For now, though, he wanted what kind of reaction he’d get from a combination attack. Where else was Shouto sensitive? Where else did he feel it the most? Enji slid one hand down Shouto’s stomach, leaving the other still playing with his nipple. The tips of his fingers danced along his sweaty, hot skin. He brushed across his belly button, dipped down further to gently caress the slope of his hips before moving back up to sweep his sides. 

“Wha-“ Shouto gasped, raising his head. For the first time since they’d started doing this, Enji was infuriated by the lack of light. He could only make out the slightest details of Shouto’s expression. What he could see set a fire ablaze in his belly. His cock twitched with near deranged excitement. Lips parted, hard pants tumbling out between them, his brows furrowed and his gaze just now starting to become dazed from pleasure, Shouto…oh, his son was gorgeous. How could he have not realized that until now? Enji moved in to capture those sweet lips once more. Right now…Shouto was starting to burn even hotter. The temperature of his body had skyrocketed. One look down at his cock was more than enough indication that he was starting to feel good. But, he couldn’t become complacent – he needed to keep pushing this! To make Shouto feel even better! 

“Fuck-!” Shouto panted into his mouth, “Knock it off, old man-! Just-!”

“Be quiet.” Enji murmured, sliding his tongue along the curve of Shouto’s cheek, “Be a good boy and show me everything.”

“Wha-?! AAH!” A violent tremble shook Shouto’s body. The muscles in his lower back tensed up as Enji’s large hand engulfed his cock. His hips slammed up, driving his length through the tight ring of his fingers. Something wet and thick splattered all over his hand. Blinking repeatedly in surprise, Enji looked down. In the dim light cast from the TV, he could clearly see the splash of white on his skin. That…that had made Shouto cum? The rush of heat that crashed through him was almost biblical. He nearly came himself. Swallowing hard against the dryness in his throat, he released Shouto’s still rigid, twitching cock and brought his cum drenched hand to his mouth. Sitting up a little, dropping his arm down to Shouto’s midsection to keep him firmly cemented to his chest, Enji took his time in slowly licking off every trace of Shouto’s orgasm from his skin. He gulped down every drip in reverence, and when there was none left, an intense craving for even more slammed into him. 

He turned to Shouto, who, to his surprise, was staring up at him, mouth hanging open. Yet…his expression wasn’t just startled…Enji’s lips curled into a smirking grin. That…oh, that right there was open, blatant arousal. Shouto quickly looked away but Enji grabbed hold of his jaw, tugging his head back into place. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Shouto’s. Shouto jerked back, exhaling sharply. Curling his fingers around the back of Shouto’s head, he pulled him in close again, slipping his tongue between his lips. Could Shouto taste himself on his tongue? Judging from the way he trembled, he was going to take that as a yes. How cute…

Pulling back with a chuckle, Enji gently nuzzled his cheek, “Delicious…be a good boy and give me even more, Shouto…”

“Would you-!” Shouto started to gasp but Enji was already moving. He slid one arm underneath Shouto’s knees, lifting his legs up so they were pressed to his chest. Now…it should be alright…he had already prepped him before so lubrication shouldn’t be a problem. If he put it in now and moved slow, he was certain that he could get Shouto to cum from his cock! Exhaling harshly, Enji lifted Shouto up just enough so that he led his cock to his drenched entrance, it perfectly lined up with the head. He pressed the tip to his hole, noticing with manic glee that he was twitching even more than normal. Slow…he needed to go slow…if taking him all of him in was unbearable then he needed to do what he could to ensure it felt as good as possible for Shouto. If that meant stretching his control and patience to its limits, then so be it! 

“Wai-! Wait-!” Shouto panted, grabbing hold of his arm, “Old man, stop-!”

That was one thing that he couldn’t do. Not when he had already come this far! Gritting his teeth together, his throbbing cock aching to be buried deep inside his son’s hole, Enji pushed up at the same time he was lowering Shouto down. To his delight, the head of his cock slid in with divine ease. Incredible tight heat encased him. Shouto choked out a throaty moan. His blunt fingernails dragged along Enji’s bare arms. The tremble shaking his body intensified. Enji gave him a couple moments to adjust them lowered him down even further, pushing more of his cock inside. Shouto panted rapidly, his eyes stretched open wide. He clung and clawed at Enji’s arm, his chest heaving with every rushed breath. It was starting to become harder to control himself. Shouto’s insides were so hot and tight – it felt 100% times better than normal. Enji smiled widely – this was how it was to fuck his son’s hole when he was aroused, huh? Fuck, he should’ve been doing this all along. 

“Wai-!” Shouto gasped, “Wait! Something’s weird! It-!”

“Weird?” Enji murmured huskily, nipping playfully at Shouto’s ear, earning him a soft moan and a hard shudder. “What’s weird about it, huh? Does it feel good, Shouto?”

“It-!” Shouto panted a couple times then clenched his eyes tightly shut, his head falling back onto Enji’s shoulder. His legs were trembling so badly, Enji could see them shaking in the dim light. A swell of triumphant bloomed in the center of his chest. He curled his arms tighter around Shouto, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could reach. His cock was only halfway in but Shouto…he was already about to cum again, wasn’t he? Enji pushed him down even further. How did it feel for him…to feel every inch sinking into him at an excruciatingly slow pace? Enji leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Shouto’s lips. Ah, if only he could make him open up as easily as All Might could. Perhaps one day he would be able to but for now, all of his focus should be on making him cum until his balls were empty. Just a little bit further and he would be completely sheathed inside. Ah, would Shouto cum when he was all the way in? He wanted to see! He wanted to-!

“More…” A dizzy gasp floated up from his shoulder. Lifting his head back up, Shouto dug his fingernails into Enji’s arm, “More…stop with this stupid gentle pace! Give…give it to me! I want-!”

He didn’t hear the rest of what Shouto said. An immense blast of heat slammed into him with enough force to send him reeling. The hold he had been so carefully applying to his self-control snapped. He slammed his hips up, fully impaling Shouto on his cock. Wailing loudly, his eyes stretched open wide, Shouto shuddered violently in his hold. Enji let his legs drop so he could get a better look at his crotch. A wide, animalistic smile spread across his burning hot face. Hooking his hands underneath Shouto’s knees, he spread his legs open wide and began to roughly thrust up into him, sending him jolting with every hard bang of their bodies. Bringing his mouth to Shouto’s ear, he breathed, “That was enough to make you cum, huh? You love my cock that much, Shouto?”

“Shut up-!” Shouto choked out but his eyes were already starting to cross, rolling back in his head as he bounced in Enji’s hold. “Don’t-! Don’t love it-! Bas…bast-! Bastard!”

Grinning, Enji changed the positioning of his thrusts ever so slightly so that his cock would brush over that one sweet spot that he’d known about for a while. At the same time, he pushed Shouto forward with his chest, just catching him by his arms before he could fall out of his lap. Instead of pulling him back, he kept him partially suspended like that as he pounded up into him. Within a few thrusts, Shouto was cumming again, his tongue hanging lewdly out of his wetly gasping mouth, his hips bucking as he sprayed thick ropes of cum. Shouto began to buck and roll his hips in time with his thrusts, shoving back against him to push his cock in even deeper. Enji could feel how wet he was – the combination of his cum and precum drenched the insides of his thighs. The sounds pouring out of his mouth rapidly changed quality – becoming louder, sharper, higher pitched and drenched in lust. All the commotion caught the attention of All Might and Izuku.  

Giggling, Izuku wiggled out of All Might’s hold. The gleam of his cum splattered across his stomach stood out prominently in the low light. Standing on trembling legs, he shakily walked over to Shouto. After quick glance up at Enji, who nodded to show it was alright, Izuku climbed up onto the couch with them, straddling Enji’s thighs and pushing Shouto back against his chest. Wrapping his muscular arms around Shouto’s shoulders, Izuku captured his mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss. Shouto clamped down even tighter around him, squeezing him with an irresistible pressure. A bolt of pleasure radiated up Enji’s spine. Not about to be left out, All Might stood as well and walked over to join them. He wrapped his bony hands around Izuku’s waist, lifting him up slightly so he could push inside him once more. Izuku moaned loudly into Shouto’s mouth. He raised his hips up a little, wiggling them in an obvious invitation for All Might to fuck him even harder. Smiling slightly, a spark of brilliant adulation blazing in his dark eyes, All Might leaned down to press a line of kisses along Izuku’s shoulder. 

“Shouto-shounen is feeling good, huh?” All Might murmured. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Izuku nuzzled against Shouto’s sweaty cheek, “It feels good, doesn’t it, Shouto-kun?”

“G…good…feels-!” Shouto gasped, “Feels…good…Dad…Daddy’s cock…feels so good!”

Later on, Shouto would tease him about something like that making him cum but in that moment, hearing Shouto moan like that, those words piercing through the golden fog hanging over his mind, Enji rammed his hips up into Shouto’s blissfully tight hole and came, pumping his insides with the first load of the night. Course, right then, there was no complaints from Shouto, who’s back arched and body shook as he came as well, squealing at the top of his lungs as covered both his and Izuku’s chest with sperm. Laughing low in his throat, All Might reached down to wrap his thin fingers around Izuku’s jaw, pulling him back up so he was pressed against his bony chest. Dipping down to kiss his cheek, he murmured, his gaze on the quickly recovering Shouto and the still thrusting Enji, “Looks as though we’ve finally got some real competition, Izuku.”

“Yeah.” Izuku giggled, smearing his fingers through Shouto’s cum. “Work hard, Endeavor-san, and you too, Shouto-kun.”

If Shouto heard him, he made no mention of it. He was slamming his hips down against Enji’s pubic bone, driving his cock in even deeper. A dizzy smile was spread across his brightly flushed face. There was a spark of lust driven heat burning in his two toned eyes. Enji barely heard him as well, though he heard enough to experience a flash of annoyance but it was quickly lost underneath a fresh wave of pleasure. Dipping down, he captured Shouto’s sloppy mouth in a possessive kiss. For the first time ever since he claimed his son as his own, Shouto pushed up into him, twisting around a little so he had better access to his mouth. Blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, Enji cupped the side of his head, hungrily devouring his mouth. As much as he loathed to admit it…All Might was right. Now that he had finally realized everything he had been doing wrong, those two were going to have some stiff competition. Their losing streak was over. He was going to show them what a duo like he and Shouto could do!