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Dabi adjusted the camera, grinning into the frame.

“Okay let’s get this party started!” He said.

He was so excited, this whole plan was going to be so much fucking fun. He got up from the camera and sat on the edge of the bed, next to Shoto, who was looking around, very confused.

“Hey kiddo!” He said happily. “Can you tell everyone on the camera your name?” He asked.

Shoto looked a little confused, a little lost.

“Sh- shoto!” he said, almost unsure.

“Good job! Good job, can you tell them your last name?”

“Todoroki!” he said. Dabi ruffled his hair.

“Hell yeah! Now, daddy is going to be watching this! Do you wanna say hi to daddy, Shoto?”

Shoto’s face changed, and he drew in his frame, looking down to his feet.

“Awe, that’s okay. You don’t have to say hi to daddy, it’s okay. Maybe we went a little strong on the drugs, huh?” He added with a giggle.

“Ok then, can you tell everyone how old you are?” he asked, arm resting over Shoto’s shoulders, thumb fiddling with his earlobe.

“I’m seven,” Shoto said, smiling a little, proudly.

“Seven! Awe, you’re just a little kiddo, aren’t you! You’ve been training to be a hero, right?”

“Yes!”

“How long have you been training for, Shoto?” Dabi asked, unzipping Shoto’s jacket. Shoto didn’t seem to mind, distracted by the question.

“Since I was five.”

“That’s so cool! I bet you’ll be a great hero one day.” Dabi said, pulling the jacket off him.

“Do you know why we’re making this video, Shoto?”

Shoto shook his head, gasping a little in surprise as Dabi slowly moved his hand over his stomach.

“We’re gonna show everyone how good you’re gonna be at being a hero!”

“Heroes make videos?” Shoto asked, shivering a bit as Dabi ran a hand up his leg, almost going up the leg of his little shorts.

“All the time! You ready to do some hero stuff Shoto?” he asked. Shoto nodded eagerly as the drugs would allow him. Dabi grinned into a giggle and nuzzled Shoto’s neck, making him jump a little.

“Alrighty then! So first, we’re gonna show them all your big strong muscles! Let’s get this off-“ he said, tugging Shoto’s t-shirt over his head. Shoto shivered a little again, but Dabi started moving his warm hands over his body.

“Look how strong you are!” He said, eyeing up Shoto’s scrawny little frame.

“Daddy says I’m not strong enough.” Shoto said, nervously.

“Well I think your body is just fucking perfect. And everyone on the camera really likes it too!” he added, leaning in to kiss Shoto’s neck.

“r-really?”

“Yes! They like it so so much that they want to see more!”

Shoto glanced at him shyly, but Dabi was already pulling off his little shoes, tugging off his socks.

“Whaddaya say, wanna show them more? Show them how good a hero you’re gonna be?” Dabi asked, pulling Shoto’s shorts down, taking his little underwear with them.

Shoto’s hands went to cover himself. Dabi pulled him up onto his lap. The kid was pretty easy for him to move around, so light and tiny and pretty floppy on the drugs. He wrapped his arms around Shoto and rested his head on his shoulder, running his hands over his body again.

“You gotta show them, Shoto,” he said, nudging Shoto’s hands away. He put his hands on Shoto’s thighs and pulled them open, giving the camera a good view of his little tiny pussy.

“Good job, Shoto, fuck yeah! Look at how cute you are!” he said, running his hands up his thighs a little. Shoto shivered and blushed, but every time he moved his hands to cover himself, Dabi just moved them back away.

“Awe, did daddy tell you you’re not supposed to show this to anyone?” He asked, running his teeth over Shoto’s neck a little. Shoto blushed and nodded, shoulders twitching a little at Dabi’s touch.

“Mm, he just doesn’t want you to be a hero, Sho,” he said sadly. “He’s just afraid you’ll be stronger than him.”

Shoto’s eyes widened.

“Yup. It’s the truth. But I want you to be a hero. I want you to be the very best and the very strongest hero there is!”

Shoto’s hands moved away again.

“Good boy,” Dabi said, running his hand over Shoto’s stomach again. He slowly started moving his hand down, keeping Shoto distracted with conversation.

“What kind of powers do you have, Shoto?” he asked casually, his hands rubbing the insides of Shoto’s thighs, pushing up to slowly start massaging the skin between his legs.

“I-“ Shoto let out a shaky breath. He moved his hands over his face.

“Awe, don’t be shy, Shoto! Your face is too pretty to hide,” he said, massaging his hands closer together, squishing Shoto’s little cunt between them.

“Mh-“ Shoto whined, high-pitched and scared.

“You have fire powers like your daddy, don’t you? That’s pretty hot Shoto!” Dabi said with a laugh, pulling his hands apart to spread Shoto open, giving the camera a shot straight into his seven-year-old hole. Shoto could only nod quickly as Dabi kept massaging his little pussy.

Dabi moved one hand to slowly rub Shoto’s little clit. Shoto bucked up, grabbing Dabi’s wrist.

“You like that? Awe, that is so fucking cute! I put you on a looooot of drugs to help you feel nice, so I’m glad they’re working!” Dabi said. “Everyone online likes it too! They are all saying how cool you are!”

Shoto was too distracted to reply, trying to keep breathing as Dabi rubbed his clit.

“Have you ever put your fingers in your little hole?” Dabi asked. He didn’t wait for Shoto to answer, though, he just snaked a finger in, making Shoto gasp.

“Fuck that’s tight. Mhm this is going to be so much fun! I’m going to have so much fun fucking you, Shoto!”

He worked his finger into Shoto’s little hole a bit more, his other hand resting on Shoto’s collarbone.

“Damn, are you getting wet?” he asked, surprised- but yup, his seven-year-old little brother was really getting wet- and fuck that made Dabi hard.

“That’s so awesome, Shoto! Look how wet you are,” he said, holding up his slimy fingers for Shoto- and more importantly, the camera- to see.

Shoto was a hazy mess, and seemed too confused and scared and drugged up to say much.

“We’re gonna try something, Shoto! We’re gonna try putting this in your cute little pussy, and see how that looks!” He said, grabbing a small dildo from the bedstand. He used one hand to spread open Shoto’s little lips and he slowly sank the toy into his hole with the other. Shoto grabbed his arm, tensing up.

“Awe, shh, it’s okay little boy. Does it hurt? It’s gonna feel good, I promise. It’s gonna feel real good.”

For Dabi, anyway.

He pushed the toy in further. God this kid was so wet- and his little tears and tiny whimpers were just making Dabi so god damned hard-

He pushed the dildo in as far as it could, making little Shoto cry. It must have hurt in his tiny little kiddy hole. He worked it in around him, moving his own hips a little under Shoto’s squirming. He grinned into the camera and pulled out his dick from under the kid, stroking it, tossing the toy aside. He covered Shoto’s crying mouth with his own, not-so-effectively shutting him up by forcing his tongue in. Not that he was loud- Shoto’s crying was almost eerily quiet.

Fuck he was so excited. He’d never wanted to fuck a kid before, but Shoto? God damn.

Maybe it was because he was his dad’s new favorite, maybe it was just the fact that this was his little brother- maybe it was just how fucking cute his little body was, how god damned wrong it was to be doing this shit with a seven year old-

“don’t cry, Sho! This is gonna be fun, remember? I promise!”

Shoto kept crying very very quietly- it was really unsettling, actually, and Dabi briefly wondered if anyone had hurt him over crying. Somehow the thought of Enji hitting a crying baby Shoto made him harder.

He rubbed his cock over Shoto’s hole, nearly drooling over how tiny the kid was. He sunk a finger into Shoto again so he could spread some of his slick on his cock- not that his cock wasn’t already dripping over the thought of getting inside this kid.

He had planned on fucking Shoto’s face for a little while first, but in all fucking honesty Dabi didn’t know if he was going to last that long. He had severely underestimated just how hot actually raping this kid was going to be.

He pushed the tip of his fat wet cock over Shoto’s hole.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to get anywhere this way. It was good for the camera, but Shoto’s hole was too tiny and too wet and his cock was too hard and wet-

Fuck he needed to get inside this kid right fucking now-

He stood and tossed Shoto on the bed, who kind of just flopped down defeatedly. Maybe it was just all the drugs. Either way, it was kinda fun tossing a kid around, sexually speaking.

He climbed over Shoto on the bed, his cock straining towards him, looming over him like a fucking predator-

Well, Dabi thought, that wasn’t really inaccurate now, was it?

God damn- his cock was gonna go all the way up there??? It reached past this kids belly button-

Dabi let out a very dark laugh and started rubbing his cock over that delicious hole again-

“Okay Shoto! I’m gonna do something really fun with you now! It’s called raping!” He said.

Shoto was fucking immobile- if it wasn’t for the tears coming out from his big, shiny eyes Dabi would have been worried that he overdosed the little thing.

He got his cock lined up and gave it his first push, his tip being absolutely strangled by this little kids pussy.

“Fuck-“ he gasped, not taking his eyes off Shoto- that kids scared, crying face was fucking delicious-

“You’re really god damn tight- this might hurt a bit kid- you are way too fuckin’ young for this-“ he laughed, slowly working his cock in further.

The slow delicious tightness felt amazing, even though he was just working the head in- but Dabi needed more, and this was a fucking rape video, not some kiddie softcore!

He held Shoto’s hips and forced himself in as hard as he could, a moan falling from his mouth and an adorable tiny whimper coming from Shoto’s. The kid was crying harder now, and Dabi picked up the pace. He was still barely halfway in Shoto’s little body, so he pulled out and tried again-

-and again and again and again-

Fuck-

Hot, throbbing wetness squeezed the jesus out of Dabi’s cock, it was the best fucking feeling he had ever felt- he wouldn’t have stopped if the room caught on fire.

He wrapped his hands around Shoto’s little tiny neck and pumped his hard, grownup cock into the kids little tiny underage pussy, slamming into him as hard as he could, far as he could, deep as he could-

He needed more leverage. He pulled his wet cock from Shoto’s tiny cunt, leaving a trail of precum behind it. He was a little surprised the kid wasn’t bleeding, but something about that turned him on more, like this kids body was fucking made for this, like this was right-

He flipped Shoto like a fucking pancake and pulled his little butt up in the air, forcing himself right back into the boy’s tiny pussy-

Fuck with his legs together coming from behind like this was even better- his little hole was even tighter- Dabi could barely get it in, and hand to keep forcing it in to avoid it getting spat back out. It was also a good angle for the camera, which Dabi just remembered existed.

“You feel so fucking good little boy, so tight- and so god damned wet, -mh- you’re a little slut aren’t you? Hm? You like this? -unf- Like my big hard grownup cock in your -hff- little seven-year-old pussy? That feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, pulling Shoto’s head up by the hair a little so the camera could still see his crying face.

“Awe, you’re so fucking pretty when you cry, kiddo! -mh- I bet daddy thinks you look real pretty now too!” he said, digging his fingers into Shoto’s scrawny little hips, eating up the smallness and weakness of the kid’s body against his own, against his hand-

He was so deep into this kid- he was all the way in now, balls slapping against Shoto’s thighs-

He leaned over Shoto, fucking him like a god damn dog, driven mad by the need to fill his little kid brother with his hot cum.

“Fuck you’re so tight- mh- fuck I love raping you- we’re gonna do this- mh- we’re gonna do this a lot- fuck- fuck, I- mh- gonna cum- gonna cum in your tiny fuckin’ cunt-“

He let out a long moan as he came, holding his hips hard against Shoto’s ass, making sure that every last rope of his juice forced itself against Shoto’s little kiddy insides. He let go with a satisfied grunt, wishing only that he had lasted longer-

holy fucking christ-

He tried to catch his breath and not succumb to the dark spots in his eyes.

“Good job Shoto!” He said cheerily, “You’re gonna be such a good hero! You took all my hot cum in your little body!”

He manhandled Shoto up, grinning at how fucked out and doll-like the kid had become. He got behind him and spread his little legs open, showing the camera his sloppy used hole, leaking Dabi cum all over <3.

“Whaddaya think, Daddy?” He asked, spreading Shoto’s cunt open with his fingers, smearing the leaking cum and slick all over.

“Think he’ll be a good hero some day?” He asked, pausing to give Shoto a big kiss on the head. He wrapped his arms possessively around Shoto, nuzzling his face in the kid’s hair.

“mmmmM! Stay tuned folks, we’re gonna do this again!” He said happily, hopping off the bed and shutting off the camera.

“Fuck yeah!” Dabi said, hopping back onto the bed.

“You did so well, kiddo!” He said, offering a fist-bump to the little naked fucked out boy. Shoto met his fist weakly with a tiny fist of his own.

“Awe yeah! Who’da thought I’d get along with my brother?” He laughed. Shoto looked like he was about to pass out, and Dabi honestly was feeling the same way. Fuck, he didn’t want the kid to die though, especially now that he’d had a taste of his little hole-

He hopped up and got him some water, a cold slice of pizza. He made the kid eat and drink.

“Gotta keep you alive, now!” he said. He was so heady- god damn.

Shoto looked a little more alive after eating, and to Dabi’s surprise he didn’t throw it all back up.

Anyways, Dabi was tired out as fuck, and flopped over on the bed to fall asleep.

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“Sir-“

“I know. I’m taking care of it.” Enji said, holding up a hand.

He was richer than god, and eradicating one poorly lit video from the darkweb was not hard. His dumb staff was running around like the world was on fire.

Did they think he didn’t know how to handle something like this? Did they think he didn’t have people in his corner who could clean up? Were they fucking new to the world of Pro Heroes?

Within an hour of the video being released it had been scrubbed away and covered up. It had racked up a considerable amount of views, but Enji wasn’t worried about the accusations of some horny degenerates. It hadn't even reached the surface where anyone of any importance would see or believe it. Besides, he had a nice coverup story with a Shapeshifting-Quirk actor attesting to it having been him in the video, not Shoto.

All this lying took the edge off for Enji though, and not in a good way.

The situation was being taken care of and Enji just wanted to enjoy his god damned night. He stormed through his agency and locked himself in his office, taking a deep sigh to collect his thoughts.

The bullshit he’d told the press, the bullshit his lawyers had come up with, it was all just that. Enji knew what was real.

What was real was that his eldest son had kidnapped Shoto and raped him on a livestream that hundreds of people watched.

It hurt. It hurt that so many people had had, even for a moment, something that was his.

But beneath the hurt was the most wonderful thing Enji would ever own.

Enji made his painful way to his desk and flicked open his laptop. He had to see it again. It was too good to be true.

But there it was, the file he’d snatched, just for him. It was made just for him after all, just like his kids.

He fumbled with the zipper of his pants and pulled out his thick, hot dick. It had been painfully hard all god damn day, and he’d already jerked off in the bathroom as frequently as he could these past few hours, driven by what he'd seen in the emergency conference meeting and the sheer idea of what was going on. It was basically just edging though, even though he got off- he wasn’t getting off to what he wanted to get off to.

But now in his locked, soundproof office, he finally was able to get some fucking relief.

He dragged down the beads of precum that had oozed from the tip in anticipation, clicking on the file he’d downloaded and smuggled onto his laptop.

Oh, little tiny Shoto- he was so floppy in Dabi’s arms- and Enji knew that it wasn’t just the drugs. He’d been involving that little kid in all kinds of sexual activities since he started his training.

And Shoto was precious to him- he was such a good little boy, he only ever wanted to make his daddy happy. His scrawny, fragile body and his cute little face and his big sad eyes screamed that to Enji- ‘how do I make you happy, daddy?’ And little Shoto was so shy and scared (and Enji intended on keeping him that way!) that he knew he would never ever tell a word.

He didn’t even cry loud, anymore.

Enji despised the thought of someone else taking or seeing or having anything that belonged to him. But fuck- something about seeing the kid get used by his own brother- especially when it was all for him-

Enji never tried anything with Touya. It was his greatest regret- he had been a coward back then, a mere sketch of the man he was now. There was something healing to that regret in watching Touya fuck into Shoto’s little hole like he couldn’t ever stop.

Enji was pumping his cock into his fist, eyes glued to Touya’s cock and how it disappeared into the unsettlingly small body of his youngest son. A strange, twisted pride welled up in his chest at how well Shoto was taking it. That kid could take cock from anyone. If Enji didn't intervene, Shoto would be the biggest slut in the country before he even reached puberty, he realized, and even if Enji couldn’t have him forever he would still have his terrible beginnings.

Shoto was permanently marked by Enji, and he would be his forever, no matter who else used him.

‘You’re really god damn tight- this might hurt a bit kid- you are WAY too fuckin’ young for this-‘

“Mh- fuck- fuck your brother Touya- he’s so good- mhf- what I raised him for- what I fucking made him for-“ Enji moaned, pulling that rich, heady feeling further into his brain with every stroke, eyes glued onto the screen.

Touya’s cock was smaller than Enji’s, but he used it like his fucking life depended on it, banging into Shoto’s body like he was going to straight up die. And Enji didn’t blame him- he remembered how he’d felt the first time he’d finally pushed his hard, wet, thick cock into Shoto’s immorally tiny body, his little hole stretching and bleeding to accommodate him as he fucked his way inside him, tears running down his little face-

'bet daddy thinks you look real pretty now too!'

Enji spilled out all over his fingers in a big, sloppy, uncontrolled orgasm, almost overstimulated just from watching Touya rape Shoto.

”Fuck,” he breathed, jerking out a few last gushes of cum. He could cry he was so proud. Of himself, of course, for having created this whole situation from the start.

He stroked his spent cock idly, a gentle echo of his movement before.

The thought of Touya dying was also kind of arousing. Especially if Enji had a hand in it. A tempting plan to capture them both and have some terrible fun dangled in the front of his mind. He could even make it look like a necessity.

He could make Touya fuck Shoto in front of him, over and over and over, and then maybe Enji would fuck Touya himself, make up for lost time, and then he would kill him. Hmm.

Well, plans were for the future. Being a hero meant life was uncertain, and one of the first things Enji'd had to learn was to enjoy the moment.

'Stay tuned, folks, we’re gonna do this again!'

He watched the way Shoto flopped back down to the bed after Touya let go of him.

In the early days, he would spend some time reflecting after he raped his cum into his kid, just to see if the post-nut clarity would hit him and make him change his mind about having decided to keep fucking and fucking and fucking Shoto. The first couple of times he was a little worried, because it didn’t come.

The day after the first time he had forced himself into Shoto’s tiny body was nothing but good- if a little impatient to get home and do it again, as many times as he could.

After three days of no regrets, he began to realize that they weren’t coming. He liked what he was doing. He never wanted to stop. He never intended to, even after the hundredth time he spilled out inside his youngest son.

Seeing Touya have his first go in Shoto made him a little nostalgic. He wondered what Touya would decide to do- wondered if he himself would rather enjoy actually fucking Shoto more or getting to see Touya use him over and over.

The show was incredible, and he could always have another kid.

Anyway, as soon as the video ended he hit replay, already hard again.

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Dabi rolled over on his pillow, eyes still closed. He mumbled for Shiggy to turn it the fuck down (not 'cause it was loud, but 'cause he hated hearing him watching fucking porn while he was in the room), slapping his hand over the bedside table to grab something to throw at him- only to wake up in confusion that his usual pile of trash ammo wasn’t there. He sat up.

Fuck, that’s right, he’d just passed out in this seedy hotel-

His head snapped toward the noise.

On the desk was his laptop, open and playing the video he’d just recorded with Shoto, and little Shoto himself was sitting in the chair watching it.

It sounded like he was doing that creepy little nearly silent sobbing thing again too, but Dabi couldn’t tell because he could only see the back of his head.

If he was half hard from just that sight and the memories of last night, he was fucking leaking at what he saw when he crawled out of bed and went over to Shoto.

The kid was crying, but his eyes were glued to the video and his little fingers were shoved into his own wet ass cunt.

“Fuck,” Dabi groaned, spinning the chair so Shoto was facing him. Shoto looked scared, but his response was the freeze kind, so Dabi just used his other hand to grab his jaw and tilt his pathetic little face up.

“Fuck are you fucking getting off to this kid? God damn you’re a fucking slut-“ he said with a laugh, unable to contain himself any longer and fumbling his cock out with his other hand.

“Keep going.” Dabi said, giving himself the 0.5 strokes he needed to get fully hard. Shoto looked scared as hell but started fingering himself again, his face making the fucking cutest expressions, fucking blushing as Dabi held it so he couldn’t look away.

“Did you like it when I fucked you that much, you little fucking hoe?” he asked, stepping closer to him. It was meant to be, Dabi realized- he really fucking was blessed with this whole situation, and even Shoto’s head was right at mouth level with his hard, dripping cock.

Shoto was still crying, his tears running over Dabi’s knuckles as he held his jaw tightly. Almost curiously, he squeezed his fingers a little, pushing Shoto’s mouth open.

“You did like it, didn’t you.” He repeated.

The sounds of him raping Shoto last night floated through the room from the video that was still playing, but Dabi was more interested in the little almost-silent crying whimpers Shoto was making now.

He took one more step forward and put his other hand on Shoto’s head, pulling him forward by the hair so he could stuff his little face with his cock.

“Suck you little fucking slut,” he breathed, forcing his cummy dick past the kid’s lips.

“And don’t stop fucking yourself with your little fingers-“ he added.

Because Dabi was blessed, Shoto took his dick like a champ- well, as much of a dick sucking champ a seven-year-old could physically be. He opened his itty-bitty mouth and let Dabi in as far as he could go into his tiny hot wet facehole, using his tongue in an eerily skilled way, sucking on what he could fit in and moving his other hand to stroke what he couldn’t.

“Shit-“ Dabi breathed, watching him go. “You done this before kid? Yeah? Whose dick you been sucking you little fucking skank-“

As mesmerizing as it was to watch Shoto work his dick like that, his other little hand still rubbing his own wet pussy, Dabi needed to be all the way in this kid’s throat yesterday.

“You’re gonna fucking take it you slut-“ he said, fingers tightening in Shoto’s hair so he could pull his head further onto his dick. Shoto’s hand on his cock faltered and moved to Dabi’s hip for support as he choked and gagged around the sudden intrusion. Tears spilled faster from his little eyes and his face was red and strained.

“Through the nose little whore- you should know that-“ he grunted, grabbing Shoto’s head with both hands now to fuck his face.

Shoto’s throat was so hot and tight around his cock, and every fucking time he moved it tightened and splurted around him. His pubes were being drenched with Shoto’s tears and snot.

The kid was scared, sloppy since his mouth was too small, but Dabi was too horny to care, and he liked a little teeth anyway.

“Did I tell you to stop fingering yourself, slut?” Dabi asked angrily, Shoto’s other hand having gone up to help brace himself against Dabi’s hips that kept coming at him. Shoto let out a strangled little sob, the vibrations having no where else to go except into Dabi’s cock that was thoroughly lodged in his throat. Dabi moaned in response, and as Shoto’s little hand left his hip to obey him, he felt himself spilling over, pulling out enough to get it all over Shoto’s crying face.

“Fuck-“ Dabi gasped, bracing himself on the chair. “Fuck kid, no way a seven year old should be able to do all that-“

Shoto was crying and coughing a little, between Dabi’s arms, but his fingers still kept going because Dabi didn’t tell him to stop, and it was obvious that he wasn’t fittin’ on throwing up.

God damn, Dabi might just be fucking in love.

“Go ahead, make yourself cum.” Dabi said with a way-too-friendly smile. Spurred by some weird ass urge, he started kissing Shoto’s cummy teary face, gentle little soothing kisses. He reached one hand down and helped, and soon he was rubbing Shoto’s clit as the kid held onto his wrist.

Shoto came, a little tiny orgasm with a little tiny shudder, no doubt overstimulated, still crying a little. It was the tiny hoarse whimper that came out from his fucked little mouth that had Dabi kissing him right on the lips, almost gently -before he got his tongue in there anyway.

Dabi pulled back, as if surprised by his own actions. He wasn’t really a gentle person, and the caring, loving type weren’t the ones who kidnapped and raped little kids. Shoto seemed just as surprised.

Oh well, maybe he just wanted to eat his own cum out of his little brother’s mouth.

Nah, he realized, running his hands hungrily over Shoto’s jaw, it was that it was so fucking delicious to be sweet to a kid you fully intended to keep raping, like it made it better, made it okay, when it made it worse.

Yeah, that was it, solidified in the nauseating expression that flickered through Shoto’s face, something like bliss and hope that maybe he would keep being gentle to him. It was the little maths happening in Shoto’s fucked up survival-brain trying to calculate just what he had to do to get more of this that didn't hurt and less of the shit that did hurt.

This kid was going to be so fucked up by the time Dabi was done with him.

He stood up and watched Shoto very slowly wipe the cum off his face, as if he was afraid someone would start yelling at him for cleaning himself off. His eyes made nervous little darts to Dabi’s feet and hands, but never his face.

“Alright, kid,” Dabi said, shoving his dick back into his pants, “fess up. I gotta know.”

Shoto froze, one nervous glance going up to Dabi’s face this time, desperately looking for more information.

“Well? Who's been fucking you?” Dabi said a little more firmly, fist back in Shoto’s hair again so he couldn’t look away from his face. “I’m not afraid to fucking hurt you,” he added.

“D-daddy-“ Shoto said, fast and quiet, voice hoarse as shit from Dabi’s cock.

“FUCK!” Dabi yelled, pushing the chair Shoto was still on back from him and slamming his fist on the table. It rolled back to hit the wall and Shoto curled up on it, knees to his chest and hands around his head protectively.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK GOD DAMN SHIT FUCK CUNT ASS WHORE!”

Dabi was smashing the laptop to smithereens on the table sending sparks everywhere, the stream of cusses falling nonstop from his mouth until there wasn’t a bit of laptop bigger than his hand. Then he let out a frustrated yell, kicking one of the legs of the desk- forgetting of course that he wasn’t wearing shoes, and letting out a whole new stream of curses as he fell to the floor, cradling his foot.

Shoto was shaking in his chair, too afraid to run away.

Dabi just sat there fuming, back against the bed, catching his breath.

“Do you mean to tell me that what we just did was what Enji fucking wanted?” he hissed.

He looked to Shoto, dumbfounded, who was still holding his head but now peeked his eyes out to watch Dabi’s movements.

“How long has he been fucking you?” he asked.

Shoto chewed on his lip, more tears coming down his face, obviously weighing his fear of Enji against his fear of Dabi. But given the fact that Enji wasn’t here and Dabi had just very violently destroyed something in front of him, his fear of Dabi won. Despite his rage, something about that made Dabi feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“since I started training-” he said, voice still fucked out but this time also clogged with tears and shaky with fear.

“Fuck.” Dabi said, looking back at the wall in front of him.

Enji had been doing sexual shit Shoto since he was five, huh? That thought had Dabi hard in his pants again, but fuck if it didn’t make him angry- not for Shoto’s sake, of course- but that his whole fucking plan completely fucking backfired.

He pulled out his cock and started stroking it idly, trying to concentrate on what to do from here, how to make it all work to his liking, but he was too god damned hard over the thought of Enji literally training Shoto to take his cock. 

Dabi was a horny fucking bastard but he’d never gotten this hard again this fast.

“Come here kid,” he said, flicking his head toward himself.

Shoto was too scared not to obey him, and crawled off his chair, stepping carefully around the scattered debris. Dabi grabbed him and pulled him over his lap.

“You know how to ride dick? Yeah? Enji ever teach that to you?” He asked, pulling Shoto down onto him. Shoto’s eyes were wide with fear but he braced himself, hands behind him on Dabi’s knees. Dabi briefly wondered if Enji had taught him to do it that way specifically, because it gave him a lovely view of the kid’s little body as he sank onto his hard cock.

“fuck-“ Dabi breathed, almost having forgotten how good it felt to have his cock shoved inside Shoto, even though he hadn’t even worked himself halfway in yet. He breathed slowly through his nose, honestly a little surprised he could make it this long between Shoto looking absolutely terrified, big tears still rolling down his face, and the fact that the kid just did what he said, slowly working his cock into his own tight little baby hole. And that was besides how god damn amazing it felt having his dick squeezed into him.

“Mfh- ‘kay kid, how did daddy start teaching you? What’d he have you do first,” Dabi asked, not taking his eyes off Shoto’s face. He didn’t want to miss a second of the fear or humiliation. He dug his fingers into Shoto’s little hips, pulling him down further when the kid hesitated.

Shoto did a very good job of holding back a gasp at the pain from Dabi’s fingernails, and he fixed his eyes determinedly on Dabi’s shoulder.

Shit, this kid had some fucking layers.

“I don’t remember how it started,” he finally said, the fear returning to his eyes.

Dabi wasn’t happy. He hit Shoto across the face, bringing about the delicious return of those ugly-cute tears.

“Fuck. Give me all you remember then, slut,” he said, pushing up harder into Shoto. He had to be careful though, or he would cum just from whatever the fuck this was.

Shoto sobbed audibly this time, and moved his hands to Dabi’s wrists on his hips.

“Fucking touch me there and I’ll hit you again.” Dabi warned, hoping Shoto didn’t listen. But Shoto was a good boy. He took them off Dabi’s wrists and Dabi made extra sure to roll his hips under him more dramatically, fucking into him and making him loose his balance. He held in a smile as Shoto was forced to reach back to his knees again.

He just wasn’t sure if it was better or worse with his little dinosaur t-shirt on.

Damn, when did Dabi become such a fucking child molester?

Ah well, even if he cared to, it wouldn’t really make much sense to have any reservations with your cock shoved into a seven-year-old’s pussy for the second time in less than 12 hours now, would it?

“Well? You need me to fucking hit you again?” Dabi asked. Of course he would love to hit Shoto again, but he needed to pace himself and work up the fear-trust bond uwu.

And there was a glimmer of that determined look again. Interesting.

“I- I remember him just touching me a lot-“

“Mm? Where did daddy touch you,” Dabi asked. He had to keep running his mouth or he’d cum. Nevertheless, he kept working his big hard cock into Shoto’s little hole, further and further.

“He- ah!” Shoto gasped a little as Dabi thrust his hips up again, bouncing him on his cock. That was the trick to get the little fucker to make some noise.

“He would j-just touch my body a lot- and then he started- ah-“

“Started what? Use your fucking words, slut.”

“He started touching me when I was naked-“

“WHERE.”

“m-my chest and- ah! -my pussy-“

Dabi grinned as scared, humiliated tears rolled over Shoto’s face faster, but the poor little kid couldn’t let go of his knees to cover them since Dabi had picked up a nice little pace under him to keep him unbalanced.

“Daddy touched your pussy?” He asked, fucking into him a little harder. He was all the way in now, buried to the balls in his little kid brother.

“Did it feel good?” he asked. Shoto shook his head.

“What? You didn’t like it? You would rather have had his cock in you wouldn’t you, you fucking slut-“ Dabi paused to try not to cum yet. Shoto was shaking his head more now, almost fast enough to send those sexy little tears across the room.

“How old were you when daddy first fucked you, Shoto? When he forced his hard cock into your little tiny virgin cunt?”

Shoto was crying pretty openly now, the movement of Dabi’s hips pushing out some very fucking pretty little sobs.

“Tell me-“ Dabi said. He would have hit him again but he had to focus every fiber of his being on not cumming yet, and hitting Shoto would definitely send him over.

“s-six-“ Shoto sobbed.

“Fuck.” Dabi breathed, being forced to slow down a little to avoid blowing instantly.

“Did you like it?”

“No!” Shoto said, crying.

“Thought a whore like you would like it-“ Dabi had to keep his lip between his teeth whenever he wasn’t talking or he would literally explode inside this kid. He was barely moving now.

“it hurt-“ Shoto said, more tears than words.

And that was all it took. Dabi was fucking shaking, head leaned back, trying to breathe through his nose, hips involuntarily rutting inside Shoto as he came so hard he thought his face might bleed.

“Fuck-“ he gasped, digging his fingers into Shoto’s hips.

When his vision came back he was greeted with an absolutely glorious expression of he didn’t know the fuck what- fear? self-hatred? humiIiation? Just imagine all of Dabi’s favorite fucking things and slap them on the face of a kid with a tight, wet ass little cunt and some damn near lethal daddy issues. If Dabi didn’t know he was an absolute piece of shit, he would have thought he died and went to heaven. But he was really an awful person, and he knew he was simply fucking blessed.

Once he could feel his fingers and toes again he pulled Shoto up, getting out from under him and tossing him onto the bed.

“You’re gonna cum for me.” He said.

He was overwhelmed by the need to own Shoto, and that look on the kid’s face just fucking did things to him. He wanted to be the source of all Shoto Todoroki’s pain and all Shoto Todoroki’s messed up terrible pleasure.

Shoto was crying quieter now- jesus how did he have any water left in his body at all?- when Dabi pushed him down, barring his shoulders with his forearm. The kid begged him not to, but Dabi didn’t listen, reaching his other hand down to start massaging his own cum back into him.

Slowly, a plan started forming in Dabi’s mind. Shoto didn’t like it when Enji fucked him? Well, Enji taught him how to be a little sex toy for Enji and Enji alone, and Dabi was going to take all that away from him. He would just do everything Enji did, better. He was gonna make Shoto his slut, and he was gonna make Shoto like it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo.” he said sweetly, his fingers moving gently over Shoto’s tiny little clit. He leaned down and started kissing him again, deceptively gentle, going and going until Shoto finally gave up under him and became limp- almost hungry even- and then pulled away, rewarded with a fucking fantastic little whimper.

This kid was way too easy, Dabi thought with a grin. He really wanted to hear him beg, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get that out of him just yet. So he petted his hair gently, one finger moving almost lazily around his soaked clit.

“Does that hurt baby?” he asked softly. Shoto looked afraid again, conflicted- and his head shook ever so slightly no.

“mm. See? Sex doesn’t have to hurt. Sex can be nice. Sex can be good. I want you to feel good, Shoto,” he said, low and reassuring.

Shit, he hadn’t used his fucking ‘bedroom’ voice in a million years (he usually just went batshit with people he was fucking, kept it interesting) and now he was using it on a seven year old? Fucking hilarious.

He could see the tension building in Shoto’s body. He was reacting like he had never been talked nicely to a fucking day in his life, which, Dabi realized, he probably hadn’t.

“Good boy,” Dabi whispered, “that’s my good boy. Give in, let yourself feel nice.” he said. Shoto was crying again, but Dabi could see how his little body leaned into his fingers, how his butt pushed back against the mattress as he very very gently started fucking him with a pair of fingers, the one from his other hand working his clit a little harder.

“That’s my baby. Good boy. Cum for me baby. Come on, I know you can do it-“

And Shoto came again, a little tiny shiver running through his body, forcing out some more tears.

Dabi pulled away and grinned again at his work, the way he’d gotten Shoto to relax under him after having technically already raped him three times.

He left him on the bed without a word or another touch to go take a fucking long hot shower. Dabi needed some time to think about his actions.

Not the ones he did, of course, the ones he planned on doing.

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The subway ride was torture.

Dabi held Shoto’s little ass firmly on his lap.

Instead of thinking about the way his cock was hard as fuck under him, he tried to concentrate on his plan.

It wouldn’t hurt to run his fingers along the kid’s waistband though, rest his head on his shoulder and feel the scared, embarrassed heat of his neck on his face.

Props to Enji, little Shoto never called for help, never made it look like anything was wrong. Fuck, Dabi probably could have railed him right there on the bench and Shoto would have assured everyone it was okay even through his big juicy tears-

He shifted his younger brother a little uncomfortably and glared at the people slowly exiting the train, taking forever.

Okay focus. Focus focus focus.

Dabi had originally planned on doing a few more videos with Shoto, maybe having Shiggy fuck around with the ip address (a little more extravagantly than he already was) to make it look like they were hopping around. Then once the message was sent and Enji was in a tizzy looking for his favorite boy, Dabi would sell him off to someone and wash his hands of the weird business of fucking his little brother, get to the good part of watching Enji run around in angry circles.

If it had gone really well, Enji would have either torn apart Japan to find him, fucking up his career, or the press would have gotten to it, fucking up his career.

Enji was very emotionally dependent on his career, and Dabi’s ultimate goal was to get the old man to off himself. But see, that was all before Dabi realized that the reason he was never quite satisfied fucking people was because they very specifically weren’t his seven-year-old brother and his dad’s favorite.

Something about the whole situation just made Dabi’s god damned head bleed.

He had gathered tiny snippets of a back-up plan in his brain when he realized that Shoto wasn’t crying like a normal kid.

See, for like, three seconds, he thought that maybe if Enji was hurting Shoto somehow, he would get his revenge by fucking adopting the kid and doing a better job at raising him. Get Shoto to trust him, get Shoto to spill the beans, ruin Enji’s career et cetera et cetera, and then if the kid didn’t prove useful after that he would sell him.

That plan also went very quickly through the window when he finally got his dick in him and realized that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to give this kid a ‘good childhood’ even for a few weeks, unless a ‘good childhood’ included getting dicked down every chance Dabi got.

Nah, it wasn’t until this morning when he got Shoto to cum on his fingers that he realized there was a fourth and positively immaculate option.

Dabi would just keep Shoto, take what his ugly ass father started and run with it, completely ruin the kid for anyone else. Hell, if he could get this kid around his finger tight enough, he might even send him back to Enji, just to let daddy know that he was Dabi’s now.

Dabi wanted to own little Shoto, inside and out, forever and ever.

The train bumped to a stop and Dabi had to concentrate on not cumming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Mm, we’re almost there baby,” he said softly, nuzzling into Shoto’s neck, as if that would retroactively make the little whimper that had escaped his own pathetic throat sound like a whine from the kid.

Didn’t need any fucking heroes up his ass trying to save the day on him.

Fuck, he wanted to ram into Shoto so bad. Wanted to wrap his arms tighter around him and bury his hard wet grownup dick in his little kiddie hole.

Trying to distract himself, he nibbled on Shoto’s earlobe a little, tilting his head carefully to hide most of what he was doing. Shoto was just so fucking little, so irresistibly easy to move around and manipulate. Dabi was so happy to have him he could fucking cry.

“You know what’s gonna happen when we get home?” Dabi whispered in his ear, hand fanning possessively over his stomach.

“N-no-“ Shoto whispered, barely a squeak. Dabi pulled Shoto a little closer- not a big movement, but enough that he knew Shoto could feel his hard dick between his little butcheeks.

“I’m gonna take care of you, Sho.” Dabi said just as quiet, staring down some rando as he spoke.

“I’m gonna be your new daddy, and you don’t ever have to worry about Enji again.”

The rando broke eye contact and looked away. Dabi smirked and turned his attention back to Shoto’s neck, enjoying the conflicted hesitance the kid seemed to be filled with.

Of course Shoto would be very happy to not have to worry about Enji again, but was Dabi safe either? Dabi was so proud he couldn’t resist giving Shoto a little kiss on the cheek. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled it around Shoto, covering his body.

“You cold baby?” he cooed. Shoto glanced at him nervously but Dabi ran a way-too-gentle hand over his forehead, pulling him back towards his body.

“Relax little boy. I’ve got you.”

Damn, if he’d have thought of this earlier, he probably would have gotten to get his dick in him before their stop. Fuck, this kid was just that distracting, huh?

The brief thought of simply missing their stop and fucking Shoto till the end of the line dangled deliciously in front of him, but when all was said and done that plan very heavily carried the extremely unsexy risk of having his whole marvelous plan blow up in his face, and then he would not only loose the opportunity to repeatedly rail little Shoto, but also he would have to find another way to get Enji to kill himself.

So for now he just hummed and rested his head on Shoto’s shoulder, gently stroking his forehead and smiling politely at any of the strangers who looked at them a little too long. They were probably wondering why Shoto looked so upset and flustered.

“Fever,” Dabi said with a pout to an old lady, who gave them a sad smile and nodded knowingly, completely oblivious to the fact that Dabi had his fingers shoved down Shoto's underwear and inside his little hole under the jacket.

“Yeah? You not feeling well?” Dabi simpered softly into Shoto’s ear, curling his fingers inside him. He couldn’t do a whole lot with this angle and the very limited space they had, but he didn’t want Shoto to cum anyway.

Shoto didn't know it yet, but he was only allowed to cum after Dabi, that association was important.

Just as important, though, was making him want it.

He slowly eased his fingers from Shoto’s cunt, unable to help smiling at how fucking wet this kid got. Must be a survival instinct, a way for his body to cope with all of the things that had been forced inside him from such a young age.

“You all hot and sticky?” He pouted, moving the hand on his forehead more deliberately as if that’s what he was talking about.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be home real real soon and then I’ll take care of you. I’m gonna take good care of you. I’m gonna make you feel nice,” he said, echoing all the sweet lovely things he said to Shoto earlier.

He was now running hot, slimy little circles around Shoto’s tiny clit, very pleased with himself to have pulled a whimper from him before moving his fingers back into his hole just to keep them there. Damn it felt so good to sink even his fingers inside Shoto, all warm and wet and way too tight. The way Shoto's little body reacted, stiffening up, still kind of scared even though this had always been his life, would always be his life.

“You’re such a good daddy,” some stranger said. Dabi would have laughed at the ridiculous naïveté of this motherfucker but his mind was completely overtaken with the fact that as soon as the words left the guy’s mouth Shoto fucking clenched around his fingers.

Now wasn't that interesting.

“He’s my precious little boy,” Dabi said, not moving his fingers or giving Shoto a lick of attention, “I always take care of my good little boy.”

“Well, you look like you’re in good hands kid!” the stranger said with a bright smile, gathering his shit, “You’re gonna feel better soon!”

Dabi smirked as the man left the train.

“You in good hands Sho?” he breathed over Shoto’s neck, "in your daddy's good, warm hands?"

Shoto clenched again, and a couple of hot, salty tears ran down his face.

“Oh, oh oh oh, don’t cry baby. We’re almost home. I promise,” he said, moving his heated-up fingers inside him apart as if to foreshadow the way he was planning to fucking stretch his tiny hole.

Shoto sobbed, and because it was Shoto it was practically god damn silent- but it was hot as fuck with the sheer potential. Dabi wanted to make this quiet ass kid scream. He wanted to break him in the complete opposite direction Enji had <3.

The train screeched to their stop, and Dabi wiped his slimy fingers on the inside of Shoto’s underwear where it would be extra uncomfortable for him. Where it would feel cold and wet so he would miss the warmth of Dabi's hands.

He wrapped his jacket around Shoto’s shoulders and got up, very gently and very lovingly guiding Shoto off the train.

Oh! How badly he wanted to drag the kid into an alleyway and fuck his hard ass cock as deep as he could inside his hot little body!

Luckily for them both, it was a short walk home.

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✧ 4 tbsp of any kind of flour (or 2 of flour and 2 of cocoa powder/hot choco mix/prote powder, whatev u feel)

✧ 2 tbsp of sugar

✧ ½ tsp of fucking baking powder

✧ 4 tbsp of liquid (milk, water, cold coffee, wine from any dead soldiers laying around the place, cranberry juice from ur last infection, blood, fun flavored coffee cre*mer, that kind of stuff)

✧ 1 ½ tbsp of oil (or melted butter/coconut oil)

✧ Some vanilla if u have it, maybe a pinch of salt if that’s ur thing, food coloring if ur a dramatic bitch <3.

mix everything together in a mug (or a small bowl that has kind of tall straight up sides). Once it’s mixed u can add shit like choco chips, swirl in some pb, jam, sprinkles, handful of pretzels maybe, idk its mug cake. (If u go for pb tho id add a little more liquid bc it always makes it kinda dry on me.) U can put some more sprinkles on top too if u want it to be pretty.

Microwave it for 1.5 minutes (or 1 if ur microwave is new and works rlly well or smth idk).

I usually open the door and let it sink down if it looks like it’s gonna overflow. But also it’s never actually overflowed on me even when I didn’t do that.

And there u have cake! If u got some frosting and didn’t already eat it all straight out the jar u can put some on top too. I like it when it gets all melty cause the cake is still hot.

I bastardized this recipe from someone’s ig post so props to them for feeding my depressed ass. <3

Listen homies, life isn’t really that pretty sometimes, i don't gotta tell y'all that. But sometimes it’s hard to believe that u deserve nice things because of all the stories going around and all the stories in ur head. But like, statistically we're all just an average person. Doing our best. We're ok.

We don't get to choose the hand we got thrown, and sometimes because of some of those cards some of us end up w coping mechanisms that might look kinda ‘weird’ to other ppl, like needing to imagine we are 7 in order to get off. And that’s ok because who tf is it hurting? no one! It's hurting no one. It's hard not to let the stories get to u, but shit like this really isn't something we gotta be feeling upsetti spaghetti about. It's just porn.

We all deserve cake. We deserve good ass orgasms. We deserve love, especially love from ourselves.

L’Chaim. x.

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Shoto’s face was dull and impassive as they went through the door.

The old bar wasn’t exactly a wholesome home, but they weren’t exactly a wholesome family either. There were a handful of bedrooms upstairs where some of the league stayed sometimes, but the HQ was mainly home to Dabi and Shiggy. They usually just fell asleep on the couches watching some shitty reruns, but now that Shoto was in the picture, Dabi was looking forward to getting more use out of his bedroom.

Shoto looked around, not much happening behind those big eyes of his. Dabi wanted to make him cry again (sexually, of course), but he knew the kid was probably dehydrated and starving. It had been a long time since the last time he’d eaten, and it was especially rough considering that the last time he’d eaten it was just a mouthful of Dabi’s cum.

Shoto was seven, not fucking three, and in any other situation Dabi had a seven-year-old in his house (would there literally be any other situation? No.) he would have told the kid to make his own god damned food. But Dabi had a plan, and that plan included a calculated ebb and flow of care and destruction, so he made Shoto a sandwich and got him all situated on the couch with a big glass of water. If he wanted to make this kid cry he was gonna have to get used to hydrating him.

What did kids watch, cartoons? Dabi put on some hentai of Shiggy’s and plopped on the other end of the couch.

Shoto ate very slowly, methodically, eyes blanked out and aimed at the floor.

“What’s the matter, kid? Don’t like the sammich?”

A flicker of life zapped through Shoto’s eyes and he swallowed what was in his mouth.

“It’s good, thank you.” he said very softly.

Yeah, there was some potential there.

“What’s wrong then? You can tell me. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Dabi said, forcing a concerned pull between his eyebrows.

Shoto very quickly shook his head and tried to keep eating. It was no doubt something Enji yelled at him for, maybe even beaten him for, the way he forced himself to chew even as itty-bitty tears ran down his face. Instead of pulling out his dick and jerking off to the kid like he wanted to, Dabi mustered all of his two (2) self control and moved over to kneel by where Shoto was sitting on the couch.

“I know something’s wrong, kiddo,” he said, very gently.

“You can’t lie to me,” he threatened with a very very very kind face.

Shoto’s eyes flickered a little but never met his. He kept eating his sandwich very slowly and kept crying very still and quiet.

“I’m sorry,” he said, tears coming out a little faster.

“You’re sorry?” Dabi asked, trying to ignore how god damned hard he was to hear Shoto apologizing and crying.

Think of it as edging, think of it as edging!

“What are you sorry for?”

Shoto shrugged, tears rolling down his face, and he even choked a little on the last of his sandwich.

Mm, choking.

“I’m sorry.”

Dabi breathed in long and slow, his self-control fading very fucking fast.

“You’re doing so good for me, Shoto, you know that? So, so good.”

Shoto’s face lit up a little and he dared a glance to Dabi’s face before his waterlogged eyes went back to the floor.

“But if you don’t like it here, if you don’t like what we’re doing, you can just let me know, okay? And I’ll call Daddy and have him come pick you up.” Dabi offered with a very very very kind smile.

Shoto’s body tensed up and the tears came out a little faster.

“No- please,” Shoto whimpered before slapping his own hands over his mouth.

A new smile curled over Dabi’s face and he rested his head on Shoto’s little knee.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna go back to Daddy. You don’t ever have to go back to him if you don’t wanna. He hurt you, didn’t he? Hurt you lots and lots.”

Shoto looked too scared to nod but the delicious little choked-out sob that escaped from between his fingers told him all he needed to know.

“It’s okay now baby boy. I’ve got you.” Dabi said, winding his arms around Shoto’s leg, planting little kisses above his knee.

“We can take care of each other and make each other feel nice, okay?” Dabi said in his nicest, lowest voice, running one quirk-warmed hand very slowly up the inside of Shoto’s thigh.

“You’re my little brother, Shoto,” he said, kissing his leg again, pushing up the leg of his shorts to kiss under them- “and I love you, you know that? I love you so, so much. I wanna take care of you. Will you let me take care of you? Please?”

Not that he was gonna stop what he was doing anyway.

Shoto was still crying, but he was just a kid, and kids couldn’t really make decisions on their own, yeah? Dabi needed to be there for his little baby brother and do what was best for him. And what would be best for him right now would be to get dicked down and cum on Dabi’s cock <3.

But he had to make this time seem like a reward.

“Shh, just relax baby.” Dabi said, gently easing Shoto back on the couch.

Now, the other reason why Dabi had made Shoto a sandwich was so he could sprinkle in a loooot of crushed up painkillers and some other fun shit to make Shoto feel extra nice. But it was important that Shoto didn’t know that. All Shoto needed to know was that if Dabi was happy and interested in making him feel nice, it could feel really good. And they would work from there.

Shoto shivered a little but didn’t protest as Dabi pulled off his shirt and got his hungry hands on his little tiny body again. From what he remembered of his own childhood, Enji wasn’t really a cuddly person, so skin contact was probably going to be a useful way to worm himself into Shoto’s fucked-with little brain. So he took off his own shirt too so that Shoto could touch more of his skin.

Shoto’s back was against the couch now, practically laying on the cushion because he was so small, and his crying had leveled out to a nice little numbness, helped by the carb-dump in his way-too-hungry-tummy and his second dose of Dabi’s little cocktail he had going for him.

“You feeling relaxed now, baby?” Dabi cooed, running his warm hand over Shoto’s stomach, up his little chest.

He could feel the kid’s heart pounding. Fear, excitement, they were the same thing, really, the line between them was always so fucking thin- all Dabi had to do was work that line over and over and over and over until it was rubbed away completely.

A little drugs, a little manipulation, nothing to it!

“What do you say, you wanna stay here? Be safe and happy with me? Never see daddy again?”

Such a fucking weird mix of emotions played through Shoto’s little eyes. Obviously the kid felt guilty about wanting to stay away from Enji- or maybe that was just fear. Enji didn’t have the kind of manipulative finesse Dabi did.

But the kid sucked in a little gasp at Dabi’s touch, his eyes hard and determined.

“I don’t-“ his breath caught.

“It’s okay, Sho. You can say it. What don’t you want?”

“I – I don’t want to go back.”

“You don’t want to go back?”

“I don’t want to go back.”

“You wanna stay here with me?” Dabi threw in there, his head sitting on the couch between Shoto’s thighs, arms looped under his legs and his hands on his little knees. Shoto didn’t answer, but Dabi didn’t take it personally. They’d get there. He nuzzled his face against the inside of Shoto’s thigh, leaving behind a trail of very gentle kisses.

“I know that was hard. You’re a good boy, Shoto. You’re such a good boy. Can you do something for me Sho?”

Shoto nodded, slowly, eyes trained on Dabi’s hands as if he was afraid of them. He probably was.

“I want you to tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Wouldn’t wanna miss it!

Shoto nodded, a little bit of panic shivering through his body.

“Just relax, kiddo. I promise this will feel nice.”

Shoto seemed to try to relax a little. He probably just knew by now that the more he fought the more it hurt. Shit, that made Dabi just want to fucking rail him- but he had to have patience.

He rested his head on Shoto’s tummy, giving him little kisses here and there. A warning, if you will, before moving slowly down.

“I wanna make you feel nice, Shoto,” he said in his softest, sweetest voice. He mouthed big, soft, sloppy kisses over Shoto’s shorts, gentle, warm, lewd pressure all over his little kiddie crotch.

“Awe, you’re still all wet from the train ride,” Dabi cooed, sliding a finger up his shorts leg and into his underpants.

He fixed his eyes on Shoto’s little face as he started moving his fingers slowly over his clit. For a few very hot seconds, Shoto held Dabi’s eyes, that determined look in his own again- but then he was scared and blushing and looking away. Dabi grinned.

“Remember what you’re gonna tell me?” he asked. Shoto nodded.

“Say it.”

“W-when it hurts-“

“Good boy,” Dabi said, pulling down the rest of Shoto’s clothes.

He kissed all over his little hips, slow and hot, running his mouth over the kid like he was his fucking husband. He made his way down between Shoto’s little tiny legs, having to pause and wave away the tears when he was reunited with his itty-bitty cunt.

Once again he was faced with a situation he did not expect to be that hot.

Dabi didn’t really have what people called a “good attention span” or "empathy". He didn’t really care to do much that didn’t involve his dick or his asshole directly. He didn’t really see the fun in him sucking someone off or eating someone out. But again, those someones had never been Shoto.

He ate the kid like fucking breakfast, making out with his little hole and fucking him with his longass tongue, sucking the hell out of his little angel’s clit.

He tried to go slowly so as to make Shoto think this was about him, but he was honestly having a hard time holding himself back.

Damn, this kid was something else.

Dabi held his little hips down and was extremely satisfied when he felt Shoto’s little hands go to his head, pretty sure it was accompanied with a teeny tiny whimper. He pulled his mouth away from Shoto’s pussy, resting his nose on his groin, a little out of breath.

“Shoto,”

“y-yes?”

“You gonna tell me if it hurts?” he asked with a well-hidden grin.

“It didn’t hurt,” Shoto said, sounding a little confused.

As much as Dabi wanted Shoto to cry and tell him ‘no please it hurts!’, Dabi had some work to do here.

“Mm,” he said, leaning back into it, going as slow as he possibly could, finally greeted with a needy little groan from his tiny kid brother.

“What you want baby?” he asked, gently, hot breath on Shoto's cunt.

Shoto was crying again.

Awe, so cute.

It must be so hard to be a sex-addicted seven-year-old. Wanting something that you’d been hurt with over and over. Having that horny ache in your tiny little body to just get railed again and again and again.

Dabi moved up to him, pulling him ever so gently in his arms, against his bare chest. It felt surprisingly good to have the kid’s little hands on his skin, but at this point Dabi had kind of stopped being surprised.

“What’s going on little boy? Did I hurt you?”

“No-“ Shoto choked. Dabi pulled his little face up, so close to his, looking into his face with some eyes he’d never fucking used before.

“What’s wrong then baby?” he asked softly, running a thumb along Shoto’s lip. The determined look flashed over Shoto’s eyes and a muscle in his little jaw twitched. It was very likely the trauma, but Dabi chose to ignore that. Making all this seem normal was paramount, of course!

“Okay here. Let me help you. You don’t have to say anything, just nod yes or no. Did you hate what I was doing?”

Shoto paled but after a moment he shook his head.

Dabi held back a smile. Why had he never tried manipulating a kid before? Fucking textbook.

“Did you like it a little?”

Shoto’s face was red and he was still crying, just silent little streams of tears, and Dabi couldn’t resist leaving some little kisses on the poor kid’s head.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asked oh-so-gently, turning Shoto’s face up and kissing his nose with his own, so soft and heady.

Shoto was shaking and his tears just got bigger. It was quite delightful- Dabi had thought he would have to wait for next time to make the kid cry, but here he was, fucking blessed.

“It’s okay babydoll. It’s okay to like sex. I like sex too. Especially with you. I really wanna have sex with you again. Is that something you maybe wanna do too?”

Even more tears. Dabi managed to make his smile look sympathetic.

“Does that mean yes baby boy?” he asked with a little giggle.

Shoto didn’t answer, so Dabi switched to a new tactic.

“Ok. I’m going to keep going and if it hurts and you don’t like it let me know and I’ll stop.” He said.

See, all he needed to do was make Shoto think that if it didn’t hurt, he must want it <3.

He moved Shoto’s little tiny body around a bit so he could lay over him on the couch. He slowly started humping him, very fucking gently, just enough to rub his hard wet cock over Shoto’s poor little kiddie hole. He put his warm arms around Shoto’s little head and gave him a million soft little kisses all over his face, over his mouth.

To his absolute fucking delight, the kid put his little hands on his chest, and Dabi could hear his breath picking up a little.

Awe!!! Little Shoto was fucking horny for him??? Or something like that.

“You’re so good, so good little boy- you’re so pretty, so strong, so good for me. I love you. I’m in love with you,” he rambled between kisses. Was he? Hm.

When Shoto finally whimpered again Dabi pulled apart his legs a little and very slowly started working into Shoto’s little hole with some very warm fingers.

Watching the kid’s face under him was amazing. He was obviously scared and confused, but Dabi could tell he’d already broken him a little. Underneath the fear and the trauma was the beginnings of something absolutely stunning. He was hypnotized by the way Shoto bit his little lip and concentrated as he pushed into him a little, the tiny gasp the kid made as he opened his little cunt as slowly and gently as possible.

“Mh- that nice baby boy? That feel good?” he asked, his own mind completely owned by the shaky little breaths coming out of the seven-year-old he was looming over.

Going slow, going slow!!! Fuck he wanted to destroy this kid. Dabi pulled in a deep breath, concentrating so hard on just enjoying the moment. Shoto, on the other hand, was slipping out on him.

With his gentle, brotherly arms, he pulled himself up, maneuvering Shoto onto his lap.

“Hey, hey there little doll,” he said kindly, brushing Shoto’s hair from his face. Didn’t want Shoto disassociating now, did he? No, he needed this drugged-up seven-year-old to be fully present!

Shoto’s eyes met his again, a little shaky. It was so fucking sickening how intimate it all was. Dabi put his hands on the kid’s hips and gave him a little nudge, so the wet lips of his little hole were sliding over his hard ass dick.

Oh, god, the best thing, Dabi decided, about Shoto being so fucking young and messed up, was that he didn’t know when to properly be embarrassed. No, because this kid kept eye contact as Dabi moved under him, slowly, hotly, wetly grinding the kid’s clit on his dick, a tiny little moan escaping his mouth before he bit his lip in concentration. Dabi couldn’t hold back his joyous laughter.

“Yeah? That feel good baby?” Dabi was going to blow and he wasn’t even inside his little brother. He was barely touching him now- the kid was slowly humping his dick, little hands grasping Dabi’s arms to steady himself, the determined look coming back into his eyes as he chased the feeling.

“That’s a good boy- keep going. Keep going baby, make yourself feel nice on my dick.” Dabi said, moving one of his hands to toy with the leaking head of his cock.

Shoto closed his eyes a little, leaning into the feeling of his pussy grinding on his big brother’s warm dick.

Oh, yeah, Dabi was in love. He found himself getting a little lost in it, so close to this kid, the pressure on his cock so slow and wet, something like eagerness forming in Shoto’s movements catching him up, moving his arms around the little boy.

Suddenly Shoto’s eyes opened and were scared- of course that sent Dabi over the edge, spilling out into a messy orgasm, but he tried to get himself together for the sake of the long run-

“What’s wrong baby- fuck- does it hurt?” he gasped, head swimming.

Shoto was very upset, but it didn’t stop him from moving. Maybe he was afraid to stop.

“Come on, you can trust me baby,” he said, ignoring the horny pain in his dick, numbness giving out to the feeling of Shoto still on him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” the kid said finally, his frame drawing in again, big tears coming back.

“Fuck, baby-“ Dabi gasped, trying to keep his mouth working as cum he didn’t know he had left came splurting from his cock.

“I want you to feel nice right now, remember?” he managed to say, wrapping his arms around Shoto and pulling him in tight. Mostly so he could rut between their bodies and ride out the weird ass orgasm he was struggling through.

“fuck-“ he breathed, lips moving all over Shoto’s neck, pulling the kid’s head back to make out with him. Shoto liked that last time, right?

Dabi finally pulled his tongue from the kid’s mouth to see him looking a little more confused but a lot less scared. Okay, they were making progress!

Whew, raising kids was a lot of work.

“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked.

Shoto bit his lip and kept humping him very slowly.

“Oh- you want more?”

Shoto nodded.

“You’re gonna have to say it out loud, kiddo. Tell me what you want.”

Dabi didn’t care about consent, obviously, but the idea of his kid brother begging to cum was just fucking beautiful.

“I-“ Shoto started, but faltered.

“It’s okay. You can say it. If you say it I’ll do it. I promise.”

“I- I want you to-“ Shoto stopped again.

The kid was obviously battling some demons, but took Dabi’s hand anyway, moving it between them toward the cummy slicked up mess where their bodies met.

“-please,” Shoto begged. Dabi grinned. It was close enough.

“You want me to finger you, you horny little kid?” he said with a giggle, dragging some fingers through his cum to Shoto’s clit, working around in tight warm circles, rewarded to his absolute delight with Shoto relaxing into his arms, leaning his little head back as he let Dabi take control.

“Mmm, see? I knew you liked sex, kiddo. Does your body feel nice now?”

Shoto nodded, a little lost- Dabi turned him on his lap so he could get some fingers inside him. He warmed them up with his quirk and worked them back into the kid’s hole, this time ever so gently massaging his insides, working all that tightness up in him-

“please-“ Shoto whimpered, grabbing Dabi’s wrist.

AAAWWEEE!!!!!

Dabi responded by going harder, still careful not to hurt him-

“please more-“

Oooooh shit. Dabi started banging the kid with his fingers, watching him get all fucking worked up, naked in his lap like his own little toy (which he pretty much was at this point.)

Shoto’s breath became ragged, his little body tensing up- and then spilling over into a surprisingly big-looking orgasm for a seven year old.

Throughout this whole time, Dabi had been trying to remember when his first real orgasm was- not the little waves of pleasure he would get as a kid but the first actual brain-fucking one. He wondered, with a little grin, if this was Shoto’s first.

And fuck, the kid was crying again.

Dabi pulled him onto his chest and held him tightly, until Shoto finally fell asleep.

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Shoto woke up a little confused. He’d cried himself to sleep. That wasn’t unusual. But he wasn’t in his bed...

The bits of the drugs leaving his system floated away leaving heavy tracks in their wake. He laid very still, in case someone wanted to hurt him.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

Dabi was sitting in bed next to him, hand down his pants, glancing away from his phone to lean over and give Shoto a little kiss on his forehead.

That’s right- Shoto was with Dabi now. To his surprise, he felt his body relax a little, as if it trusted Dabi more than he did.

Shoto rubbed the dried tears out of his eyes a little and looked around the room- mostly to assess safety.

It was messy, but Enji wasn’t there. The door was closed and a heavy curtain hung crookedly over the window, missing a few rays of late afternoon sun. The walls were covered in posters- most of them of a naked woman with white hair. She looked kind of like mom, the kid thought.

Shoto’s mind got distracted then- would it have been better if it was mom?

His hand flinched protectively up to his eye.

No, it wouldn’t have been.

“You ok kid?” Dabi asked.

Shoto’s eyes landed on his brother. Of all the very few people he knew in his short little life, this very scary man he’d just met seemed to be the safest.

He nodded a little.

“How you feeling? Your little cunt sore? You did so well for me baby. So fucking well.” Dabi said, moving over him.

Shoto blushed a little and felt his heartbeat pick up at Dabi’s touch, all of its own. He was scared- he was always scared, especially when ‘sex’ was happening- but memories of how nice his body felt earlier came flooding in, confusing him, making him squirm uncomfortably.

“Mm, I know,” Dabi whispered, hot breath on his ear, as if he was reading his thoughts.

Dabi started kissing and licking his little neck, finally landing on his mouth to make out with him, almost tenderly.

It didn’t hurt- so it must be okay, right?

Dabi moaned into his mouth, pushing off the blankets that covered Shoto and replacing that warmth with his hands on his naked little body.

Shoto was scared- blankets always made him feel safer- but it did feel lovely when he pressed a quirk-warmed hand over his abdomen, warming up his sore little muscles.

Shoto felt himself wanting- it was so confusing!

But Dabi was so much nicer than Enji, right? He hurt him, but that was normal, right? And Dabi was nice enough to make him feel nice too sometimes- something Enji never did! And besides- even when Dabi was hurting him-

Shoto felt confused tears welling up in his eyes but blinked them away as fast as he could. Dabi didn’t seem to notice.

“Mm baby I have to go-“ he said, pulling away from the sloppy kiss he’d painted all over his kid brother’s face.

“Will you help me with this before I leave?” Dabi asked, leaning up to kneel with his knees on either side of Shoto’s little body. He pulled his hard, leaking cock from his gym shorts.

“We decided to help each other feel nice, remember babydoll? Unless you wanna go back to daddy-“

“I wanna help-“ Shoto blurted, pushing himself up a little.

He wanted to stay away from Enji! He wanted to have more nice times and less times that hurt!

Dabi grinned, a gentle hand on the side of Shoto’s face.

“So good for me. Open up, little one.”

Shoto opened his mouth obediently, letting Dabi push his big, leaking, grownup cock into his little seven-year-old mouth, head pushed against the wall by Dabi’s warm hand.

Dabi let out a deep groan, pushing too far and too fast into Shoto’s poor little throat- but Shoto did his best to breathe through his nose and not panic.

He’d been doing this with Enji since he was five, after all- he should be used to this by now.

“Good boy- unf- you feel so good baby- so fucking good-“ Dabi gasped, forcing himself into Shoto’s face, his hafada piercing cold on his drooly chin.

Shoto felt tears running from his eyes, even though... even though he felt himself getting wet as Dabi fucked his face, a hand moving from the wall to his throat to give it a warm squeeze.

Shoto whimpered and glanced up to Dabi’s eyes- a real show of trust, honestly, and was rewarded with such a look of affection from Dabi as he met them, an even bigger groan falling from his mouth.

“Fuck babes- I –fuck-“

Dabi didn’t pull out quite in time, and poor Shoto had to cough his cum through his nose, sputtering and coughing as Dabi pulled his spent cock from his face.

“Fuck, sorry doll-“ Dabi laughed, wiping Shoto’s face with a corner of the blanket.

Shoto was terrified- if he didn’t manage to swallow for Enji it was always bad-

“Fuck kid, you don’t gotta be shaking so hard- it’s okay, it’s okay-“ Dabi said, hands on his shoulders, looking into his face like he lost something.

Shoto was crying now, unable to meet Dabi’s eyes. He felt his breath pick up in panic as Dabi curled a finger under his sloppy chin, but Dabi didn’t hurt him- he just pulled his face up to give him a very gentle kiss, tongue licking the cum from his mouth-

“I’m sorry-“ Shoto cried as soon as Dabi pulled away a little.

“Why are you sorry kiddo?” Dabi asked, curiously, licking his cum from Shoto’s face.

“I – I didn’t get it all-“ Shoto was crying hard, shaking, still expecting the worst, but Dabi seemed to have frozen.

“Is that something Daddy hurt you for, babydoll,” Dabi asked, his voice low.

Shoto clenched his jaw and nodded, more tears falling from his face.

“Fuck, baby.” Dabi said, with much the same voice he used when actually fucking him.

Suddenly Dabi’s phone rang, and he fumbled to silence it.

“Fuck, SHIT I’m late- Um, look kiddo, you did so fucking well for me. So well. You’re beautiful. I love you, eat anything you want in the house,” he rambled, kissing Shoto’s face a few times before shoving his dick- half hard again for some reason- into his pants and grabbing his shirt from the floor.

“Stay here, okay? Your uncle Shiggy will be around later on, and I’ll be home by midnight, okay?”

Shoto could only look at him with stunned eyes, blinking through his tears, nodding slowly.

Dabi left in a hurry, a little scream sounding from the hall as he tripped over some stuff, the thud of the HQ door being hurriedly closed leaving Shoto in silence.

Dabi didn’t hurt him when he messed up.

Shoto spaced out for a good hour, trying to get himself okay again. It was hard. But he was reawakened by his growling stomach.

Dabi didn’t hurt him when he messed up- he probably wouldn’t hurt him if he really ate food, right?

Something happy fluttered up in Shoto’s little tiny heart.

Maybe it was going to be okay now. Maybe he wouldn’t have to have bad times anymore. Maybe Dabi really would take care of him.

He slowly crawled out of the bed, body still a little sore from all the fucking- but that was pretty normal for him.

He was cold without Dabi’s hands on him, but he couldn’t find his clothes anywhere. Maybe Dabi wouldn’t hurt him if he borrowed a shirt?

He would take it off as soon as he heard him coming home.

Shoto was getting so brave all of a sudden- he had to remember to be careful.

Dabi wasn’t as big as Enji, but he wore his shirts oversized, and the one Shoto had found on the floor fit him like a dress (which was good since Dabi’s pants would definitely not fit him), coming down past his little knees, the sleeves reaching below his elbows. It said hentai on it but he didn’t know what that was.

Shoto crept through the building. The room he’d woken up in- Dabi’s room- was on the second floor, flanked by several other rooms. Did other people live here??

Shoto was as silent as a ghost, making his way downstairs and into the bar area.

Behind the bar was the kitchen, right? Where Dabi had brought him food earlier-

He crept around and very quietly opened a big swinging door, met with a huge galley kitchen. It looked like Dabi -and whoever else lived here- only used one little corner. There was a jarringly regular-looking fridge and a sink brimming with dirty dishes.

That made him nervous- what if they thought he made all the dishes??

There wasn’t much besides alcohol in the fridge, but Shoto found some cheese and bread and made himself a sandwich.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Dabi. And he was glad he wasn’t wearing any underwear- he was soaked.

But he had to keep himself safe first, and he was afraid someone would hurt him over the dishes. So he washed all of them and put them away before creeping silently into the living room.

He sat down on the couch- carefully, though he was pretty sure now that there was no one else in the building.

He tried to think! He needed to think to figure out how to be safe here- there was so much to worry about- what if Enji found them? What if Dabi decided to hate him? He had to figure out how to stay safe with Dabi. And that was confusing, because Dabi was very hard for him to predict. Enji was all mad all the time, but Dabi?

With Dabi sometimes it was so…nice.

Shoto didn’t think being touched could be nice like that. Feel safe like that. Then, the only one who had really ever touched him was Enji, and it always hurt.

He had to figure it out!

But all that his little kid brain could think about was how good it felt when Dabi had his fingers in his little wet hole.

Frustrated, Shoto pushed up the huge shirt he was wearing and opened his little legs, desperately rubbing his little clit, thinking about his big brother’s hands and his mouth and his cock-

Usually he didn’t touch himself like this though unless he was feeling very sad and afraid. This time was different.

He felt his breath getting shaky as he got closer- excitement (or was it actually fear?) building in his little tiny body, his lip nearly bleeding from chewing on it so hard, reaching, fingers too wet now really to get any traction at all-

With a little shudder he fell over the edge, all of his muscles tightening and then relaxing ever so gently, his fingers slowing down.

It wasn’t as good as when Dabi did it though, and Shoto was only more frustrated than before.

Desperately, he tried sinking his fingers into his wet hole, pushing them in as far as they would go, imagining they were his, imagining they were his cock, his tongue-

He was getting closer-

Closer-

Suddenly the door swung open and there was a man staring right at him.

Shoto froze in terror. How had he been so careless???

He hadn’t even heard the lock, and why had he been sitting out in the open anyway??? This man was going to hurt him!!!

But the man didn’t say anything. He just looked for a long time, Shoto still too afraid to move, even though he felt tears running down his face.

“Don’t stop on account of me,” the man said, in a surprisingly polite and gentle voice. He locked the door behind him and strolled over to the bar.

As soon as the man wasn’t looking at him anymore, Shoto covered himself again, wiping his fingers on Dabi’s shirt- he was only creating more problems now, wasn’t he?

The man returned to the living room with a pair of glasses, sitting down lightly on the other sofa.

“I didn’t kill the mood, did I?” he asked with a soft chuckle.

Shoto had no idea what he wanted him to say, and he was too scared to get it wrong.

“I -I don’t know-“

“Awe. You’re very fucking cute, you know that? What’s your name?” He asked.

“Shoto,” he said, very quietly.

“Shoto,” he said, as if it tasted good, “I’m Tomura. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, seeming to have made his mind up about something and getting up from the couch he was sitting on, crossing the room to Shoto’s.

Shoto shrank as much as he could, sure that this man was going to hurt him-

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Shoto. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Shoto was still afraid.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked, handing Shoto one of the two.

Shoto took it, too afraid not to, and Tomura clinked his gently on the rim of the one he’d just handed him.

“You don’t have to, but wine is delicious.”

Shoto thought it smelled kind of bad, like something rotten and too sweet- but he was too scared to refuse. Enji would have beaten him if he refused, so Shoto took a sip.

It tasted terrible, and it burned too. Tomura let out a light little chuckle.

“It’s an acquired taste. But,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, “it helps you feel really nice.”

His voice was just barely a whisper, but it felt so trusting and kind that Shoto eagerly took another sip, coughing a little at the burn.

“Wine is usually an adult drink,” Tomura said, eyes trailing a little down Shoto’s neck, “but you aren’t so little, are you?”

Something in his voice was knowing, and Shoto felt his heart flutter a little.

“I really think you are more of a grownup than you look,” he added, his eyes flicking to the wine he was swirling around in his own glass before taking a sip.

He did want to be a grownup- he did want to be trusted, and valued, and taken seriously-

“I’m seven,” Shoto said suddenly. He didn’t want to lie to this man by letting him think he was a grownup- lying was bad, and dangerous.

A very warm smile took over the man’s lips, and he tossed his long white hair from his face as he leaned his elbows on his knees to better face Shoto.

“Well, regardless of how many years you’ve been around, you seem very mature to me. Big enough to make all of your own decisions, big enough to be respected. Big enough to be treated like an adult.”

Shoto’s heart pounded in his chest, confusion beating through his veins.

He felt drawn to this man, and, poor little kid, he had no idea why.

Tomura took a long sigh and another swig of his wine. Shoto followed suit of course- though he took a little too big a swig. He managed to swallow it and not cough- he really wanted this person to keep trusting him, keep treating him like a grownup!

Tomura was looking at him again and let out a little giggle. Shoto blushed, worried he’d noticed how hard it was for him to drink the wine, which was suddenly very important.

“You know, you’re very attractive.” Tomura said.

Shoto froze, looking up at him.

“It’s okay, I know it can make you nervous when someone says that,” Tomura said, tracing a bit of Shoto’s hair from his face with a delicate finger.

“But it’s true. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. And you deserve to be with all the people you want. Have you dated anyone before, Shoto?”

Shoto blinked.

“What’s that?” He asked, very nervously.

“Dating?” Tomura asked with a soft laugh- “It’s when you hang out with someone who makes you happy. You can go places together or just spend time with one another. And if you really like each other, you can kiss, and have sex.”

Shoto was scared again, and Tomura looked away to take another sip of his wine.

“It’s kind of an adult thing too, I suppose.”

Shoto tried drinking more of the wine, unsure of what to say. He felt like he’d disappointed Tomura, and that really wasn’t what he wanted to do.

“Hey- if you want, we could go out together! I’d love to be your boyfriend,” Tomura added suddenly, looking at him brightly.

A question was burning inside of Shoto, one that he needed the answer to before he answered Tomura’s question. He knew he was already in terrible danger, and that he should just run and hide, but the disgusting juice was really making him feel very nice and relaxed.

“Tomura?”

“Yes Shoto?”

“Do you make it hurt?”

Tomura looked at Shoto with great interest.

“Do I make what hurt?”

“Sex.”

A smile grew over Tomura’s face that almost made Shoto feel bad for asking.

Tomura was very pretty, and seemed very kind. He hadn’t hurt him yet, even though he’d caught him doing something terrible.

“Never.”

Shoto nodded, feeling his face go red.

“Unless of course you like it when it hurts…?”

Shoto didn’t understand, and Tomura didn’t push it.

“I have to say though, Shoto, what you were doing when I walked in was very beautiful. You know, you don’t have to be ashamed to make yourself feel nice. It’s something grownups do all the time. It’s good for you. And you don’t ever have to be scared to do it in front of me, even if you don’t want me to be your boyfriend.”

“I do-“ Shoto blurted before he could stop himself. This juice made him feel so safe! That and something about the way Tomura talked to him-

Tomura smiled.

“Really? Shoto, I would be so so happy to be your boyfriend!”

Shoto smiled back, excited to have made someone happy.

“And I promise that I will never ever hurt you,” he added in a low voice.

Shoto blushed and looked down, suddenly scared again.

“Shoto- I know we haven’t actually gone on a date yet, but I really like you.” He said.

“You do???”

“I do!!! I – I really want to kiss you.”

Shoto was terrified but for some reason he was having a hard time feeling scared.

“O-okay-“ he said.

Tomura put their glasses on the table and turned to Shoto.

“Are you sure? This is really kind of an adult thing,” he asked, a finger tracing Shoto’s jaw.

“I’m sure!”

Tomura grinned, and leaned in, gently closing his eyes as his lips met Shoto’s.

It was nothing like when Dabi kissed him. It was hesitant and something about it set off all the alarms in Shoto’s brain, but for some reason that only made him want to keep going.

Tomura seemed to like it though, and he cupped Shoto’s little face and pulled him in closer, humming out a little moan when they finally pulled apart.

“Shoto,”

Shoto looked up, nervously.

Tomura didn’t seem to have antying to say, though, he just looked at Shoto’s face, almost nose to nose, before leaning in again and kissing him harder, until Shoto was laying on the couch, Tomura over him.

“Fuck,” Tomura breathed, rubbing his nose over Shoto’s face, “you are so sexy, Shoto,”

The extremely conflicted feelings in Shoto’s little tiny body were brimming to the surface.

The kid was so fucking horny.

“Tomura?” He squeaked.

“Yeah, Shoto?”

But Shoto couldn’t get the words out.

Shiggy grinned at the little kid laying under him. Oh! If only Dabi could see his little brother now, all but begging him for dick.

“It’s okay, Shoto. I respect you. You can tell me anything,” he said, running his hand over the kid’s leg.

Shoto let out a tiny whimper and Shiggy giggled in response.

“Did you like doing grownup things, Shoto?” he asked.

Shoto blushed and froze, looking like he was on the verge of tears. The kid was so fucking sexy to Shiggy. He’d always liked kids, but Shoto was something else.

This kid was maybe the first kid he felt like he could actually have a relationship with.

You see, where Dabi was content to just fuck one particular seven year old, Shiggy wanted more. Shiggy dreampt of romance and loving sex and dates and marriage….at least until the kid got too old for him. But he didn’t like to think that far into the future.

“Do you wanna do more?” Shiggy asked very very gently, his hand on Shoto’s leg pushing up under the hem of Dabi’s shirt.

The pink that spread over Shoto’s face and body and the way the kid’s little teeth pushed into his lip gave Shiggy all the information he needed. Which wasn’t that much, really, considering how he was actually raping this kid and didn’t care. But he was good enough at suspending reality to take this for a mutual consent- only because that’s the fantasy he got off to. All he had to do was convince himself that this kid wanted him, as bad as he wanted the kid. And fuck, with how messed up this little boy was, it just might be true.

So Shiggy slowly moved his hand up the kid’s thigh, curving around to the inside and between his little legs. He grinned when he found the kid absolutely soaked.

Damn, he’d known Dabi had already fucked him, but he didn’t know the kid was that messed up. Shit, Shiggy might have finally found his dream wife.

“You like that?” he asked, low and soft as he could, watching the kid squirm under his very very gentle little touches. He worked a finger inside Shoto’s tight little hole and had to pull out before he came in his pants. Shit! Had he ever met a kid this perfect??? He absolutely couldn’t wait to nut inside him-

“Shoto I want to have sex with you, so so bad- I know it’s a grownup thing, but you’re so sexy and I like you so so much-“

Shoto looked terrified but to Shiggy’s absolute shock and delight the kid nodded-

“R-really? You want to have sex with me?” he asked, his turn to blush.

“y-yes,” Shoto said, a strange, hard, determined look in his eyes.

Shiggy had literally died and gone to fucking heaven. He’d fucked a lot of kids before, but he’d never gotten them to say they wanted it.

“Fuck, Shoto-“ he said, lunging forward to kiss him again as he hurried out of his clothes. He pulled the shirt off Shoto, leaving the little kid naked, and he almost had to pause just to admire how cute he was.

Shiggy was shaking with excitement. He made out with Shoto a little more, his hips involuntarily jerking a little before he got them down to the kid’s.

“Okay- shit, you’re so wet,” he had to hold his breath as he ran his hot, straining cock over Shoto’s tiny little slit. He could fucking smell blood as he pushed, the kid’s body yielding to him and letting him in- as much as a tiny little seven-year-old’s body could let in a grown man’s dick, of course. But Shiggy was amazed at how well Shoto took it- not that that’s what he was thinking about right now, of course- his mind was completely taken over by how good he felt, pushing into Shoto’s tight little hole, fucking into him bit by tiny delicious bit.

He’d promised it wouldn’t hurt, and he wanted to fulfill that promise, because he really actually did want a loving, romantic, hot and sexy relationship with this literal child. But fuck it was hard to go slow when it felt this good.

“Shoto- you’re so perfect-“ he gasped, halfway in.

“T-thank you-“ Shoto said, distracted by the cock pushing into him. To Shiggy’s delight, the kid actually seemed to be enjoying it a little- cementing in Shiggy’s mind that this really was something that could be good and wonderful <3

Shoto could barely breathe. He was shaking, and not for any of the usual reasons. Something about Tomura terrified him, and something in the pit of his stomach said that this was very very wrong and dangerous-

But it felt so different from anything he’d had, and what he had usually hurt, so maybe this was what it was supposed to feel like?

Poor little Sho was terribly confused, and he could feel tears running down his cheeks. In contrast, his little tiny body was feeling amazing. Tomura’s dick was a little smaller than Enji’s and Dabi’s, and he was going very slow and gently-

Shoto felt the pressure building up inside him again- and he held onto Tomura for dear life.

He really did want him to be his boyfriend and take care of him, right?

“Fuck- Shoto-“ Tomura panted, his cock finally all the way inside him. Shoto could feel it pushing against his cervix, stretching him open. All he could do was let out a tiny whimper-

“Such a good little girlfriend- fuck I wanna marry you- make you my little kid wife- fill you up with our own babies- fuck- Shoto-“

Shoto felt so good- Tomura’s dick was pumping in and out of his little hole and his arms were holding him tight, but before Shoto was ready, Tomura splurted out inside him, letting out a long shaky breath as all of his cum was forced into Shoto’s tiny little cevix.

“Fuck wifey- I fucking love you-“

Tomura gave Shoto a bunch of sloppy kisses all over his face, leaving his spent cock in him as if hoping it would help the kid soak up all his cum.

Shoto felt so numb. All the adrenaline from the strange sense of fear Tomura filled him with was shaking its way out. He barely felt Tomura lift him up and carry him into the bathroom, setting him in the tub so he could wash him.

“Shoto, I love you, and I know you love me, but we can’t let anyone know about us, okay? People just don’t understand.”

Shoto looked at him, not sure what he meant.

Lots of people fucked him…why couldn’t people understand that?

But Tomura washed him and wrapped him up in a big towel, rubbing him down and putting the big hentai shirt back on him.

Shoto was so confused. He felt very fulfilled and very very empty at the same time.

Tomura asked if he wanted to watch a movie. All Shoto wanted to do was go lay down and cry. But he was afraid to say no.

So he sat next to Tomura on the couch and they watched some more cartoons.

Dabi fucking finally hopped off the train, cursing the fact that Giran had to live so god damn motherfucking far away. And not short after, cursing the fact that he actually needed him right now.

Who else could help find a fucked up enough lawyer that would actually push his case?

Nah, see Dabi’s plan was intricate- it was a delicate balance, right, because you didn’t want it to be so intricate it would all fall apart if one thing went wrong, but you wanted it to be intricate enough to be thorough.

Dabi was confident he’d struck the right balance.

They’d drafted all the paperwork together and the creep didn’t even do a fucking background check before agreeing he’d help Dabi get custody of his little fucking brother.

He was grinning like a fool, hopping down the street as quickly as possible.

Didn’t wanna leave Sho with that creep of an 'uncle'.

He got home to find them both asleep on the couch, the TV broadcasting snow.

The blood ran out of his face.

Why was this motherfucker so close to HIS brother?

Why was his fucking arm around his little shoulders???

“Bitch what the fuck-” he said, pushing Shiggy off Shoto, who startled awake and curled defensively in a little tiny ball.

“Yo- get the fuck off me! I didn’t hurt him!”

“Yeah fuck, ever touch him again I’ll fucking torch you, dusty busted ass bitch-“

Shiggy gave Shoto a little look but Shoto was too turtled up to see.

“I swear I didn’t hurt him. I got home, we ate some food, and I put on a movie.” He said.

“Come on Sho.” Dabi said, very pointedly ignoring him before he set the fucking place on fire, scooping his little brother up.

Dabi carried him to the kitchen and set him on the counter, glancing out the little window in the door to make sure Shiggy was out of earshot.

“Sho,”

Shoto was shaking a little, but he might just be scared from all the yelling he just did.

Shit, and he’d been that close to laying the bitch the fuck out, too. Fuck, was he gonna have to figure that shit out too? Maybe he should learn to control his anger a little. If he wanted this to work, of course.

And fuck, he wanted this to fucking work.

“Shoto look at me.”

Shoto looked up, his little face covered in tears. Damn that made Dabi horny though.

“Did that bitch hurt you?”

Shoto slowly shook his head.

“Did you eat dinner?”

Shoto hesitated, his eyes big.

“Mm. Thought not. Shiggy is a horrible fucking babysitter.”

Dabi turned and started making some food for them both.

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After dinner, Dabi got Shoto upstairs and back into his bedroom, pointedly ignoring Shiggy.

Dabi could fuck the kid day and god damn night but he wasn’t about to kill someone in front of him, that might just mess Sho up.

But then again little Sho seemed kind of messed up anyway.

It would have been cute as hell if it wasn’t kind of suspicious.

“Fuck is wrong with you, kiddo?” Dabi laughed a little as Shoto sat very carefully on his bed and little tears rolled down his face.

Shoto shrugged, which was interesting. He seemed like the kind to be very careful with what he said and didn’t say, always scared of getting hurt -had Dabi finally cracked him? Did poor little Sho trust him now??

“You can tell me, babydoll. You know I’ll keep you safe.” Dabi said, crouching down by the bed.

Shoto glanced his teary eyes up at him before biting his little lip and crying a bit harder.

Damn, Dabi coulda cum in his pants.

“Awe, shh, you’re okay now. I gotcha.” He said with a grin, pulling Shoto into a hug.

To his surprise, the kid seemed to melt into his touch- shit, this little fucker really was a hundred percent his now wasn’t he???

Dabi was just too fucking good at his job.

“Hey, wanna hear something good?” he asked. He could feel Shoto nodding in the crook of his arm <3

“I went and saw a lawyer today,” he said, running his hand up and down Shoto’s back, each time pausing a little too long at the back of his neck- “do you know what that is, Sho?”

Shoto shook his head.

“A lawyer-“ he said, pulling away a little so he could see Shoto’s face- “is someone who helps you with legal shit. Right now, Enji is your daddy. He legally owns you.”

He paused just to enjoy the pained expression Shoto desperately tried to hide.

“But the lawyer is helping us so that I can be your daddy! Isn’t that great, Sho?”

If he wasn’t hard as a fucking rock already he was fucking leaking when Shoto’s cute little face fucking lit up a little.

Deep down Dabi knew it was just at the thought of Enji not being able to come take him back, but he wasn’t about to forget the way the little kid’s body reacted on the train.

“Yeah? You like that idea baby? I’m gonna be your daddy and you’re gonna be my little baby boy. And I’ll keep you safe and we’ll make each other feel nice.”

He already had one hand up the hentai shirt Shoto was hilariously wearing, running his evil fingers over the little kid’s thigh.

Shoto's face got very fucking still, like he was scared to breathe.

“Awe, are you horny, kiddo?”

Shoto glanced up again, not registering.

“Do you know what horny means? It means you want to feel nice. It means you want me to make your little kiddo hole feel oh so nice.” Dabi rambled in a low voice, grinning at the way Shoto was fucking blushing.

“Hmm kid? You horny?”

His fingers were already running over the kid’s wet little slit, and to his absolute fucking delight the kid fucking nodded.

“Can you say it for me baby? Say you’re horny for your daddy Dabi?”

“I-“ the kid stopped short when Dabi pushed a finger into his little hole-

“Hmm?”

“I’m- I’m horny for- for my daddy Dabi-“ Shoto said.

It was so fucking cute, he said it like someone who didn’t quite know what he was saying, and it just made Dabi want to eat him the fuck up.

“Daddy is horny for you too, little tiny baby,” Dabi cooed, curling the one finger he gave him inside his tiny tight little cunt.

“I’m so excited to be your daddy. I’m gonna take such good care of you-“

Dabi fucking had to stop mid sentence because there was no way in hell he was going to talk over the god damn delicious little tiny moan that escaped his little brother’s mouth, taking a little shudder with it, his tiny kiddie cunt twitching hungrily around his finger.

“Fuck baby you’re perfect-” Dabi said, leaning in to give him a kiss that was really way too big and hungry for a fucking seven-year-old.

Shoto seemed to like it though, and had Dabi tearing off his clothes as quickly as possible.

Yeah he made him this way, but had Dabi ever been such a fucking simp for anyone, like, ever?

Shit, this fucking kid even made him forget about how angry he was at Shiggy- for now, anyway- all Dabi could think about was his little tiny hole and his adorable little face-

He manhandled Shoto further onto the bed- maybe a little too rough, but the kid didn’t complain or loose that fucking look in his eyes, like he was fucking excited to get raped by his grownup big brother.

Dabi got over him and started making out with him again, his fat cock straining toward its home inside Shoto’s little tiny body.

“Do you want your daddy to fuck you Shoto?” Dabi practically moaned, trailing his lewd ass kisses down the seven-year-old’s neck.

“P-please-“ Shoto begged, tears in his voice.

Dabi had to pause and count to ten backwards before his cock exploded.

But Shoto fucking continued, crying and begging Dabi to fuck him.

Dabi had to wrestle himself together and maneuver his practically overstimulated cock into the tiny hot wet little opening between the kid’s legs with shaky ass hands, too fucking horny to be embarrassed by the little fucking whimper that burst from his own throat as he pushed into him.

Fuck did it feel so god damn good to have his cock strangled by the warm little cunt of his baby brother.

Dabi rolled back his head as his hips took a painfully slow pace- as he nearly had too, since Shoto really honestly was too god damn little to be fucking having sex with.

“Fuck baby-“ he gasped, holding his body back just long enough to get halfway in.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna fuck you- I’m gonna fuck you so hard-“

Shoto’s breath was shaky but Dabi could have sworn he heard him say ‘daddy’, and that was all he fucking needed to cum so he held off for exactly three seconds to regain his control before pulling out enough to slam all the way into Shoto’s itty-bitty cunt.

The kid was so wet and so god damn tight around him, felt like motherfucking heaven-

“Sh-Shoto-“

The kid was looking at him.

“Fuck- tell- tell me it hurts-“

Shoto looked confused. Fucking hell the kid was so horny it actually didn’t.

“I- unf- I won’t stop I promise jus- just say it hurts daddy- fuck-“

“it- it hurts daddy-“ Shoto said, and the tears of pleasure rolling down his face were easy enough to imagine were tears of hurt- fuck Dabi would have to really hurt him sometime- but this?

“Fuck baby- keep saying it- fuck- beg me to- beg me to stop-“

Shoto did, and he did a fucking beautiful job, those words no doubt well practiced, even if just in his little nightmares after Enji trained him to be silent.

“Please daddy- please stop, it hurts- daddy-“

Dabi’s eyes grew three fucking sizes when he realized that as he was saying those fucking words little Shoto started cumming.

“Fuck-“ Dabi groaned, his cock bursting inside Shoto all of its own.

“Fuck-“ Dabi collapsed over Shoto, who fucking clung to him like his little tiny life depended on it.

Dabi was never a clingy person, and he in fact hated clingy people- but Shoto? Shoto could hold onto him all he fucking wanted.

“That’s my good little boy, that’s my baby. I’m gonna take good fucking care of you.” Dabi cooed, smoothing Shoto’s hair as he held him tight.

He couldn’t fucking wait to hurt this kid.

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Shoto woke up to a dark room and a knocked out Dabi.

His hole was still all wet and leaking from his big brother cumming in him, but that wasn’t all. He was …what was that word Dabi had said?

Horny.

It had felt so good! So so good when Dabi had pushed his cock into him! So so good finally saying those things out loud- and even though it was like the very scary times with Enji and his morbidly huge cock, for some reason with Dabi it was just- right.

Little tiny Shoto needed dick in him, now.

But he was scared to wake Dabi up.

He tried fingering himself with his tiny little fingers, as quiet as he could, but like earlier it only made it worse.

He glanced over at Dabi. He had a very interesting idea.

He could go talk to Tomura about it. Maybe he would know what to do. After all, he was his boyfriend, right? And he loved him a lot, right? Shoto only had a vague idea of what those words meant, but for the first time in his short little kid life he felt safe enough to explore, and he was starving.

So the kid crept out of his brother’s bed as softly as he could, tiptoeing through the room, stepping around the empty cans and chip bags. He was oh so good at being quiet!

He sneaked out of the room as silent as the shadows and listened very carefully to the hallway. He could hear the TV on downstairs.

When he crept down he saw Tomura sitting lazily on the couch, watching TV, his hand idly stroking his pretty cock.

Suddenly Shoto was terrified- what if Tomura got mad? What if he didn’t want Shoto to see him, or if he didn’t want to see Shoto??? What if-

“Shoto?” his voice called, so soft and kind.

The kid stepped obediently out of the shadows, shivering in fear.

“It’s okay, you can come over here.” Tomura said.

Shoto tried to hide his relief and excitement as he sat nervously next to his boyfriend.

“You can come hang out with me any time you like, Shoto. You don’t have to be afraid. We’re lovers, right?” He asked with a very pretty smile.

Shoto blushed and hid his face.

“Awe. You’re so fucking cute. I wanna eat you up, baby.” He said, puling Shoto close to his side and planting a warm kiss on the top of his little head. His hand trailed down Shoto’s cheek though, drawing his face up and pulling him into a big-kid kiss.

Poor little Shoto’s heart was beating way too fast. Was Tomura going to fuck him?? Was it going to feel nice???

“What are you shaking for, baby? You just that excited to see me?” He laughed.

Shoto didn’t know what to say, but Tomura never seemed to mind.

“You wanna watch some shows with me? I’m watching porn. Do you know what that is?”

Shoto shook his head, but found his eyes glued to the screen, that very exciting mix of interest and fear rising in his stomach.

“Porn is anything you can feel nice to. It’s like stories about people having all kinds of sex. This one has little boys like you in it!”

Shoto nodded absentmindedly, heart pounding as he watched the little cartoon boy squirm and blush and moan as a cartoon dog forced its big hard cock into his hole over and over and over again.

“It’s like the movie Dabi and I made,” he found himself saying, like he couldn’t hold it back, like he had to tell someone- and he secretly hoped Tomura would think it was hot-

“Mm, yes, except the one you and Dabi made was so much better.”

“Really?”

“Yes! You are so sexy Shoto! Watching you get fucked was absolutely beautiful. I- I just hope he didn’t hurt you too much?” Tomura asked, his fingers tracing over Shoto’s elbow, the ones on his other hand still ghosting over his cock.

“No!” Shoto blurted out.

He wasn’t sure why- he had been terribly scared right? It had hurt, didn’t it? He wasn’t sure anymore, and so much had happened since…

“Good! I’m glad to hear that. I’m also very glad you came to visit me, Shoto.” Tomura said before letting out a shaky little breath.

Shoto noticed that his cock was completely hard now, and he couldn’t resist looking at it.

“Do you like it?” Tomura asked. Shoto nodded very slowly. “Not gonna lie, I wasn’t really horny before, but now that you’re here…all I want to do is feel good with you, wifey.”

Shoto glanced up at him.

“I wanna feel good with you too-“ he said, very fast and quiet.

“Fuck, really? Shoto- that’s so hot to hear you say-“ Tomura said, leaning in for another kiss.

Shoto’s hole felt like it was burning. He was so wet and hot, his whole body was aching for it.

“Let’s have sex then, Shoto!” Tomura said with a big smile, pulling the kid onto his lap so his cock was sandwiched between them.

He ran his hands up Shoto’s little kid legs, pushing up the big shirt he was still wearing.

“I fucking love that you never wear underwear, but I would also fucking kill to see you in some lingerie-“ he murmured between kisses.

“I don’t know what that is,” Shoto said, when he could.

Tomura only groaned hungrily in response, both his hands around Shoto’s butt cheeks, pulling him closer. The cloth of the shirt that fell down between them was infuriatingly keeping his boyfriend’s cock from his hole, soaked from his wetness and the leftover Dabi cum and Tomura’s precum. To Shoto’s surprise, he felt himself let out a frustrated little whine, and Tomura responded by pulling off the shirt, running his hungry hands all over Shoto’s seven-year-old little body before lifting him up a little and rocking his hips so his cock was under his oozing slit.

“Please- please fuck me-“ Shoto begged, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck wifey, who taught you to talk so dirty-”

Shoto blushed and buried his face in the crook of Tomura’s neck, his hips still rutting over the hard dick underneath him.

“It’s okay, it’s very sexy, so fucking sexy,” Tomura said with a giggle. “I want you to talk some more, baby.” He added, sliding Shoto’s hips back and forth on him ever so slowly.

“About what?” Shoto asked, lifting his head.

“About what you want me to do to you, silly.”

“I want you to fuck me?” Shoto said, unsure of why people kept wanting him to say things.

“Mm, be more specific baby.”

“I- I want you to put your cock in my hole.” Shoto said, voice shaking a little from when Tomura bucked up a little under him.

“You want my cock in your hole? Then what?”

“I want you to fuck me really hard- and then cum inside me-“

“Really hard?”

Shoto was blushing again and he hid his face. This was very confusing and difficult, and he just wanted it to feel okay.

“Please- please please please-“ was all he could manage to get out, desperately grinding his wet little slit over Tomura’s cock.

“Fuck-“ Tomura breathed, his hand moving down to help work his cock into Shoto.

Shoto felt his body let out a little tiny moan as his boyfriend pushed into him, and he dared look up at his face- Tomura was so pretty! He was so pretty and gentle looking, and all Shoto wanted to do was make him happy and for him to keep being nice to him!

“God- wifey- you are so fucking tight- shit-“ Tomura breathed, his cock still only halfway in.

“Please please- please fuck me Tomura-“ Shoto felt himself say.

This was so strange! But for some reason he felt so calm and safe with him- even though something inside him told him that he should run away as fast as he could…

“Fuck wifey- fuck -you're so sexy-“ Tomura said, maneuvering them around so he could get a better angle.

He ended up laying Shoto down on the couch, bringing one of his little legs up so he could work his way all the way in.

“Fuck I’m going to marry you fuck you every day fill you up with my babies-“

Shoto let out a little moan as Tomura’s cock pushed inside him over and over, finally going all the way in- but it still wasn’t enough.

Why wasn’t it as good as when Dabi did it? It was frustrating.

Tomura groaned and went a little faster, which felt better- but then suddenly stopped when a crash sounded through the house.

“SHIGGY!!! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”

Tomura barely had time to pull his sloppy, hard cock from Shoto’s half-fucked little hole when Dabi came storming into the room.

Shoto blanked out a little, but came back when he felt Dabi’s hands on him. They weren’t gentle, but they weren’t exactly rough, either.

“Fucking slut,” he was saying, and Shoto realized he must be crying because he felt tears on his face- “If you move a muscle, Shiggy, I swear to fucking hell I’m going to incinerate you.”

Tomura was on the floor, Shoto realized, a stunned, frightened look on his face. Shoto looked back up to Dabi, and finally felt all there again.

“I’m so sorry daddy- I’m so sorry I was- I was horny please don’t be angry at him-“

“Fuck you protecting him for??? He was fucking raping you-“

“I asked him to-“

“You fucking begged him for his dick didn’t you?” Dabi asked, pushing his big hard cock into Shoto’s empty little hole.

“D-daddy-“ Shoto whined, but he was quickly realizing that this was the feeling he was horny for- Dabi’s big angry cock forcing its way into him-

Shoto’s mind went blank. All there was was Dabi’s dick and how good it felt to have it inside him. He realized his mouth was saying things- what was he saying?

“Please daddy please no it hurts please stop daddy-“

Stopping was the last thing Sho wanted Dabi to do, and it seemed like it was the last thing on Dabi’s mind. In fact Shoto realized - he knew already – that every time he begged Dabi to stop he only went harder.

So Shoto kept begging until he was cumming harder than he thought he could on Dabi’s cock, squeezing it with his tight little tiny hole, aching for Dabi to shoot his cum out inside him. Which he did, just about as soon as Shoto did.

”Fuck baby-“ Dabi gasped, body going limp for a moment- but not for long. He was still angry, and this time he wasn’t going to forget.

By the time Shoto’s mind unscrambled from the biggest orgasm he’d ever had, Dabi was moving his floppy little body to the coffee table- he jumped a little when he heard everything Dabi scraped off it hit the floor- naked on his cold little knees.

“You wanted this fucker’s dick so bad? Open up bitch.”

Shoto wouldn't have disobeyed, but he also didn’t really have a choice. Dabi’s hands were on his face, pulling open his mouth so Tomura could push his cock into it.

“Dabi, I want to be gentle to him-“

“Do you want to die?”

“No I-“

“Then you’re going to rape his little fucking face like your life depends on it. Because it does.”

Shoto glanced his tear-smeared eyes up to his boyfriend, cock halfway in his mouth, as if to apologize.

"Fuck wifey don’t look at me like that-“

“Shut up and fuck him.” Dabi said.

Shoto should have felt scared. But something inside him was snapping.

Shoto should have felt scared -but Dabi’s warm hand was on his neck, tilting his head up, the other square on his chest. He could feel Dabi’s body pressed against his back, his cheek against his ear, and Tomura’s dick hesitantly pushing into his facehole.

Shoto didn’t feel scared.

Shoto felt horny.

Tomura finally decided his life was worth living and started fucking hard and fast into Shoto’s face. Dabi tilted his head and kept gently reassuring him to breathe through the nose as Tomura’s cock forced its way into his little throat.

Dabi’s voice was gentle, but soon that warm hand on his throat started squeezing, tightening around the cock that was lodged in it. Shoto didn’t have time to react to that though, because his other hand was slowly making its way down his little tiny body, slipping between his legs and to his sloppy cum-filled hole.

Dabi let out a soft, evil little laugh and pushed his warm fingers into Shoto’s hole, making his body squirm. He couldn’t moan or make any noise though, since his whole entire throat was being obliterated by Tomura’s dick now.

Both Shoto and Tomura were crying.

“What a good little boy you are,” Dabi cooed, ever so softly- “do you understand now? Do you understand that no matter who else fucks you, no one will be able to make you feel as good as I do?”

Shoto choked a little and tried to nod, because he really did understand- Dabi’s fingers inside him felt so good-

“Good boy,” Dabi said, seeming to understand the limited movement Shoto was able to make, fingers fucking his little insides and making him shake.

“You can cum for me now, baby.” he whispered, hot breath in his ear.

Shoto didn’t realize he’d been holding it back, but as soon as Dabi gave him permission he felt his body cumming, shaking hard and coming out as more tears. Tomura was overstimulated and hated hardcore shit, and once Shoto’s body stopped shaking, Dabi pushed him off, dislodging his cock from Shoto’s destroyed little throat.

Shoto’s mouth wasn’t empty for long, though, because a long finger under his chin guided his mouth to Dabi’s, where his boyfriend’s cock was replaced with his brother’s tongue.

Dabi laid him back down on the coffee table and made out with him like he was going to die.

Shoto’s poor little hole was so numb and fucked and overstimulated and covered in cum and slick that he didn’t even feel Dabi start to work his way in at first, not until Dabi slammed all the way up to his balls into him with one swift movement, pulling a strangled, hoarse little moan from Shoto’s throat. “Fuck you feel so good-“ Dabi was murmuring, picking up a straight up morbid pace and railing the seven-year-old underneath him.

“Please-“ Shoto begged, more tears coming from his eyes. He knew it would make Dabi go harder, but he had to try! There was no way he could cum again! He was so numb and it hurt so bad-

“Please daddy no more- please- I’ll be good-“

“No more?? I thought you were oh so horny, little boy? Can’t even cum a third time for me?”

“It hurts—please-“

“What happened to my little pain slut? You can do it babydoll, I believe in you,” Dabi said, voice every bit as gentle and soft and soothing as his cock wasn’t.

“Please I-“

But to Shoto’s amazement, he did start cumming again, even harder than the first two times, his whole body shaking and even more tears spilling from his face as he clung to Dabi.

“See? That’s my good boy. That’s my good little boy. You gotta have more faith in yourself, babydoll.” Dabi said, pulling his cock from Shoto’s poor bruised little hole.

He moved to loom it over the kid’s face a little.

“Should I give you my cum?”

It was a crime to decline Enji, so of course Shoto nodded his little head.

Besides- it was confusing, but he really actually did want Dabi’s cum…

“Please daddy-“

Dabi’s mouth pulled into a lazy, affectionate grin as he jerked off over Shoto’s wrecked little face.

“Open up then, babydoll. That’s my good boy.”

Shoto opened up his mouth obediently and Dabi shot all of his cum on his little tongue.

“Is it good baby?”

Shoto nodded, having to swallow a couple times.

"Th-thank you daddy-"

Then he passed out.

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Shoto picked up the heavy juice-filled tumbler and lifted it to his little mouth.

“Drink up kiddo, there’s lots of painkillers in there.” Dabi said crossing behind him, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Shoto took a big gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, letting out a little shiver.

He was wearing another one of Dabi’s shirts, which Dabi had given him this time. He felt Dabi tuck the tag back in behind him, warm hands on the back of his neck.

“We’ve got to go get you some actual clothes,” Dabi murmured to himself.

You could hear Tomura pout from the other side of the room.

“What, you want the lawyers and shit to think we don’t keep clothes on him? My plan is not failing because of your fucking pedo dick.”

Shoto felt something weird bubble up from inside his tummy. Something nice. He covered his mouth when it came out as a giggle.

But no one yelled at him for it. Dabi just gave him a weird look and slid him a big plate of waffles covered in syrup and cocoa pebbles.

Dabi hummed to himself as he shifted through racks of clothes.

Shoto trailed behind him, eyes wide, looking like he'd never been in a fucking store before. The painkillers seemed to have done a good job, anyway. He was walking pretty normal.

“How about this one?”

Shoto nodded.

“How about this?”

Shoto nodded.

“Do you have any opinion at all??”

Shoto shrugged, smiling up at him and holding onto his pants leg.

Dabi sighed.

“Ok get in there and try all this shit on.” He said, a nervous glance at the lady manning the dressing rooms.

“Stuff. All this stuff on. Don’t cuss. Good kid.”

Shoto held the pile of clothes tight to his tiny little body as Dabi nudged him into the room.

“Lock the door behind you, yeah?” He said.

“Okay,” Shoto said.

Dabi waited by the door until he heard the lock click. He sat down on the bench and glanced at his phone, which had been buzzing.

It was Shiggy, texting him pictures of fucking lingerie he was looking at.

He wasn’t sure where the fuck the creep was that sold shit that small, and he was trying desperately to ignore the thoughts of how fucking good it would look on Shoto’s little kid body.

He didn’t reply, just clicked off the screen of the phone and ran his hand anxiously though his hair, knee bouncing uncontrollably.

God fucking damn it, he either got himself into the best situation of his life or the complete fucking worst.

“Daddy, I need help!”

His head snapped up.

“What baby?”

“I need help daddy! Please,”

Dabi jumped up to go to the door, ignoring the sweet innocent giggle of the lady at the desk.

“Ok I’m opening the door-“

Dabi slipped in and closed the door behind him as quickly as possible, locking it and turning-

Shoto was on the bench, completely naked, his whole little hand shoved up his tiny cunt that was fucking dripping.

“Fuck, baby we can’t-“

They couldn’t fucking have sex here, they would get caught!!!

Dabi was going to fucking prison but the look on Shoto’s little face was so fucking desperate, his whole body begging to get railed-

“please daddy-“

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose to stop it from fucking bleeding, taking a deep, stressed out breath. He crossed the room to his little brother, glancing back to the door as he fumbled out his now extremely hard cock.

“You have to be silent,” he whispered in Shoto’s ear.

Shoto nodded but a little whimper escaped his mouth as Dabi pushed in anyway- damn why did all of his plans backfire on him? He wanted nothing more than to hear this kid fucking scream and here he was covering his little tiny mouth with his hand as he fucked into him, barely able to keep himself quiet.

Fuck he felt so good- so fucking good pushing his hard cock into that little tiny wet hole over and over again, fucking dripping all over the god damn floor- they were being too loud, there was no way no one would know- how could anyone not hear the lewd ass squelching of his hard cock slamming into Shoto’s hole???

But Dabi couldn’t stop, wouldn’t have even if someone barged the fuck in.

And since when did he stop caring about Shoto cumming last, he wondered as he felt the seven-year-old he was fucking into clench around his cock and moan into his hand as he came.

Dabi pushed his forehead against Shoto’s and rutted inside him a few more strokes until he let out his cum inside his little hole, taking away his hand so he could make out with him.

He only broke away to eat his cum out of the kids cunt, holding him down from all his squirming with his arm.

Shit, the little slut was cumming again and Dabi wasn’t even fucking trying.

Once his tiny pussy was relatively clean Dabi stood up and held his dick out to Shoto, who started licking it clean obediently.

Fuck, Dabi was really gonna have to work on his self-control, wasn’t he.

It was a fucking wonder they weren’t caught.

Shoto looked up at him, pulling his little pink tongue down Dabi’s cock.

“Thank you daddy,” he said in the fucking happiest sweetest little voice that only served to make Dabi want to ram his dick down his throat.

“Mm,” Dabi said almost angrily, shoving his cock back into his pants before he could get hard again. Kinda too late for that, though.

“You like all these then? They fit good?”

Shoto nodded, grinning up at him.

“Aight, get your clothes back on,” he said, pulling a roll of tinfoil from his jacket and wrapping all of Shoto’s clothes up so they wouldn’t set off any alarms when they walked out.

He smeared the cum that was on the floor over with his shoe so it would dry faster and not be as noticeable. They walked out together and no one was the wiser, somehow, even the lady at the desk grinned at them and gave Shoto a little wave- which he responded to with a cheery wave of his own.

Downright terrifying.

“You guys find some cool clothes?” Shiggy asked, meeting up with them out in the mall.

“Fuck off Shigs.”

“Yes!” Shoto said happily at the same time, a little tiny hand reaching for the bag Dabi was carrying.

“Ah ah ah- we can show him back home, ok?”

Jesus was this kid too young to even know how to properly steal shit?

“Okay,” Shoto said, a little disappointed.

“You can give me a fashion show, Shoto! And you can try on the things I got for you too!” Shiggy added with a lovestruck grin, holding up a bag from another store.

Shoto was very excited. Dabi just grunted and pulled his hood up.

Dabi stood in the doorway, arms crossed, as Tomura sat on the couch excitedly. The bags were piled on the floor behind the bar and Shoto pulled out the clothes his boyfriend got him.

They were….small? And stringy…Shoto wasn’t really sure at all how they went on.

After a long time of trying, he felt hot, scared, frustrated tears roll down his face.

They weren’t going to like him anymore! They would find out that he was stupid and worthless and they would start hurting him- just like someone else used to...but Shoto couldn't really remember- all he felt was fear-

“You okay in there Sho?” Dabi asked.

Shoto stifled back a sob and his head shot up to the bar, terrified to see that Dabi and Tomura were coming over.

“Oh- baby why are you crying?” Tomura asked, kneeling down beside him.

“He probably thinks you have shit taste in lingerie,” Dabi said, an eyebrow raised, gingerly lifting out a tiny cow print bikini top with a disgusted expression on his face.

“You actually wanna wear this shit, kiddo?”

“Yes! I wanna make you happy-“ Shoto sobbed.

“You don’t gotta wear anything to make me happy, lil’ Sho,” Dabi said in a low voice, a grin hanging on his mouth.

“Do you need help getting it on? It can be really confusing-“ Tomura said, picking up the tiny thong Shoto had dropped to the floor.

“You would know,” Dabi said, pulling Shoto onto his lap as Tomura gently maneuvered his little scrawny legs through the strings.

Shoto realized he’d stopped crying. He felt safe again…it was the strangest feeling ever. But it was soon overpowered by the feeling of both Dabi and Tomura’s hands on him, moving him around and pulling on the soft, lacy clothes.

“Fuck, you do look really hot though, Sho,” Dabi said, his chin resting on Shoto’s shoulder as he practically laid in his lap.

Tomura grinned and adjusted the straps to their smallest setting.

Shoto blushed a little, holding onto Dabi’s arm that was wrapped possessively around his waist.

“You look so sexy,” Tomura agreed, sitting back a little to admire his work.

“How’s this shit feel?” Dabi asked curiously, fingers moving to the panties, the crotch of which was made up of two strings of cool, round beads that rubbed on Shoto’s little cunt with every movement.

“Weird,” Shoto said with a giggle, sniffing away the last of his tears.

“And this?” Dabi asked with a laugh, gently thumbing the kid’s little nipple through the silky lace that covered it.

Shoto just blushed a little and bit his lip.

“Nice-“ he said, gasping as Tomura took one of his legs again, trailing his hand up it, pulling on a long, silky white sock that went all the way up to almost the top of Shoto’s thigh.

It felt so weird being touched through the soft, cool fabric. And they just wouldn’t stop touching him. Dabi’s lips were in Shoto’s hair, giving him little kisses and chewing on his earlobe, one hand slipping under his little tiny bra to play with his nipple while the other toyed with the beads on his crotch. Tomura was working on getting his other sock on, but got distracted by Shoto’s toes.

Shoto jumped a little when Tomura suddenly had them in his mouth…but it didn’t feel bad…

“You’re so fucking gross, Shiggy.” Dabi said distractedly, making his sloppy way down Shoto’s neck.

“You’re the one who fucks your little brother.” Shiggy said with a shrug before sending his tongue back between Shoto’s toes.

“That- that tickles!” Shoto giggled, squirming a little under Dabi’s arm.

“Sorry wifey, it’s just, all of you is so pretty and delicious,” Tomura said, finally pulling his other sock on, running his hands up Shoto’s thighs. Shoto felt his hips tilt up a little, as if they knew what he wanted.

“Shit, his little heart is pounding,” Dabi said with a laugh, his hand pressing against Shoto’s flat little chest.

“Are you horny baby?” Tomura asked, daring to move a little closer even though Dabi gave him a Look.

Shoto nodded, eyes wide as if it would let him see more of what was going on.

Tomura was so pretty! And it felt so nice to be held by Dabi!

“I like it when you touch me,” he said simply, happily, relaxing into Dabi’s arms.

“You didn’t give him more drugs this morning did you?” Tomura asked, a bit of disapproval in his voice.

“Only painkillers,” Dabi murmured from Shoto’s neck, proudly.

“Shit,” Tomura said, his hand moving a little further up Shoto’s thigh. Shoto whimpered a little in response.

“Daddy please-“

“Please what baby?”

“Please let Tomura touch me more,”

“Hmmmmm……”

“I know it’s not as good as when you do it.”

“You better,” Dabi said sweetly, shooting an evil grin at Tomura’s pout.

Dabi sighed a big long sigh, and his hands went down around Shoto’s little legs, pulling them open a bit.

“Ok Shigs, you can get him ready for me. No freaky shit. And you’re not allowed to cum inside his cunt.”

Tomura was about to protest but Shoto looked at him, begging him, and his angry face broke into one of pure lust as he leaned down to suck on Shoto’s clit.

Shoto clung to Dabi’s arm again, squirming in pleasure as Tomura slowly started eating his little pussy, his tongue poking between the beads and pushing them up into his hole.

“Little whore,” Dabi said affectionately, fiddling with his nipple again. Shoto could feel him getting hard under him, which only made him hornier and more excited.

Shoto was getting close, the pressure inside him building as Tomura’s tongue slid over his clit, one of his long fingers curling inside his tiny little hole- when all of a sudden Dabi pushed Tomura away.

“If you wanna fuck him now’s your chance,” he said.

Tomura swallowed and hurried out of his pants.

“Nope- stay there,” Dabi directed, making Tomura freeze on the floor.

“Sho baby, you really wanna fuck this crusty mother fucker?”

Shoto nodded, looking up at him.

“Hm, ok. You’re gonna be on top, ok? If you don’t like anything that fucker does I’m right here, and I’ll fucking kill him,” Dabi said, grinning at Tomura.

“Please don’t kill him daddy,” Shoto begged, eyes wide, full of tears again.

“He’s only joking, baby.” Tomura said with a reassuring smile, ignoring Dabi’s death stare that said for sure he wasn’t kidding.

“You’ll let me know if he upsets you though, right?” Dabi whispered in Shoto’s ear.

“Yes daddy,” Shoto said, giving him a little kiss on the cheek before crawling off his lap and toward his boyfriend.

Dabi sat there, a little stunned. In the what, day and a half?- Shoto was like a completely different person. He was somehow acting more like a normal little kid and somehow at the same time less like a normal little kid- it was really kind of fascinating.

But he guessed that kids were easy to mess with because they were growing all the time. So it made sense.

Either way, he was enjoying the show, watching his horny little slut of a kid brother crawl eagerly onto Shiggy’s grown ass lap, straddling his cock and working it in all by himself as Shiggy looked like his head was going to explode. Shoto’s little hole was pretty amazing. And watching wasn’t completely without benefits- it was really very sexy, watching Shoto rock his little hips, eagerly trying to get off on someone that wasn’t him, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to.

“Fuck wifey- fuck, please- wanna knock you up-“

“He’s too young,” Dabi said pointlessly from the sidelines, knowing that it would only make his fucking pedo of a roommate groan in hunger.

Dabi grinned as Shoto eagerly picked up the pace, rocking back and forth and humping Tomura even as his cock was buried inside his tiny little hole.

“That feel good Sho?” Dabi asked.

Shoto let out a little whine, getting more frustrated by the minute.

“Fuck baby I- I’m gonna cum-“

No sooner had the words left Shiggys mouth than Dabi hopped up and snatched Shoto off his dick, leaving behind a string of his slick and Shiggy’s precum, letting Shiggy’s dick splurt out all over his own chest, flopping limply down, still half-hard.

Dabi sat Shoto on the counter, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick as the kid eagerly wrapped his legs around him.

“Fucking shit you’re such a little hoe,” Dabi said, teasing him by rubbing the head of his cock all over Shoto’s wet little slit.

“Please daddy- please-“

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me daddy- I want you-“

“Damn baby,” Dabi said, lazily stroking his cock right next to Shoto’s little hole.

He pulled off the thong with his other hand, hesitating on Shoto’s butt.

“Did Enji ever put his cock in your butt?” He asked, curiously.

Shoto seemed to not have heard him- or maybe he did? His little face looked kind of confused, but then he just kept on begging.

“Please fuck me daddy please- please I wanna be good-“

“You are good baby,” Dabi said with a giggle, moving his fingers to scoop up some of his slick and Shiggy’s precum from his little tiny hole, moving it between his little butt cheeks.

Dabi worked the cum into Shoto’s butt hole, his other hand gently rubbing his slit, whispering in his ear to relax, be good for daddy.

Of course, little whore that he was, Shoto let out a little tiny moan as Dabi finally got a finger in his hole, gently stretching him open.

“Hey, Shiggy,” Dabi asked, glancing over.

Of course, Shiggy’s eyes were glued to them, stroking his cock to hardness again.

“Get on that chair.” He said.

Shiggy quickly complied. Dabi kind of hated him, but the thought of fucking Shoto while his little butt hole was stuffed with cock was just too good to pass up.

Shoto was just begging and begging. It was really kind of cute, honestly, like they’d activated horny mode and now he was fucking insatiable.

Dabi was just fucking good at his job.

He got Shoto on Shiggy’s lap and Shiggy was more than happy to work his hard cock into the kid’s butt.

Shoto cried a little at first- which was really fucking sexy to watch, little tears running down his face as he told Dabi how much it fucking hurt when Shiggy pushed his big hard grownup cock into his little tiny hole- but soon he got used to it and was begging for Dabi’s dick again.

“More dick? Baby you already have one whole dick in you, and you want more?”

“Please- daddy-“ Shoto begged, rocking on Shiggy’s dick.

Shiggy looked like he was about to fucking pass out, but Dabi didn’t really like looking at him. He focused on Shoto, rubbing his cock over his delicious little slit again.

“Okay baby, I’ll give you my cock,” he said softly, gently easing his cock into Shoto’s already stuffed body.

All three of them were moaning- it was so fucking tight, there was literally barely room for Dabi to get it all in, and Shoto looked like he was going to straight up die, but kept begging- Dabi started fucking him hard as he could, rutting his hips into him, thrusting his hard cock over and over, bruising up Shoto’s little seven-year-old insides.

None of them lasted long. Shoto came first, quickly followed by Shiggy. Dabi kept going, fucking Shoto through a second orgasm and then a third before finally cumming as deep as he could inside his little tiny body. He glanced down and realized there was blood running down his cock.

Fuck that probably shouldn’t make him hornier- but it did.

“You okay baby?” He gasped, pulling his cock out, unplugging Shoto’s hole and letting all the cum and slick and blood run out.

Shoto nodded a little, poor kid in a fucked out haze.

If Dabi was a good person he would have felt bad about pushing his cock straight back in for round 2 without checking to be sure the kid was okay, but it was already pretty clear that he wasn’t a good person.

And round 2 felt even better somehow, but maybe that was because Shoto was crying now (and still begging? Kids were so confusing, man) and there was blood all over his cock.

Dabi was mesmerized, watching it disappear into Shoto’s tiny little body over and over again, pink frothy cum oozing out around his tiny, tight little hole. He kept raping the kid until he came again, shaking a little when he finally pulled out.

Somewhere along the lines Shiggy had gotten hard and cummed again too, and when Dabi pulled a barely-conscious Shoto off his cock finally there was a straight up ton of cum leaking from his little butt hole (but no more blood, so that was good, right?).

Fuck Dabi felt so weird.

Maybe it was just the headiness.

He scooped Shoto up and carried him to the bathroom, where he gently laid him in the tub, pulling off his cum-encrusted lingerie.

The kid was pretty incoherent. Something like fear worked its way into Dabi’s system.

He filled the tub and barked over his shoulder for Shiggy to bring water. He made Shoto drink. He kept it all down, which was good. He kicked Shiggy out and locked the door, crawling into the tub underneath Shoto, pulling him up on his lap and running warm hands over his bruised, swollen stomach.

After about a half an hour (which felt terrifying to Dabi for some reason???) Shoto seemed to perk up a little. He wasn't bleeding any more, and that was good- he was still fucked out as hell, but he squirmed a little closer to Dabi, burying his face in his chest.

“I love you daddy,” came his tired little tiny voice, barely audible- “please keep me safe,”

For some reason Dabi was crying, and he had no fucking clue why. Damn, who’d have thought raising a kid would do shit to him?

“I’m gonna keep you safe kiddo. I promise.” He said, wrapping his arms tightly around Shoto.

In about an hour Dabi got them out of the tub (perks of a warm quirk!), dried Shoto off. The kid couldn’t walk for shit, and could barely fucking stand, so Dabi picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, where he set him on the bed and pulled on some of the new clothes they got him- undies (actual undies, not a fucking thong), sweatpants, a big soft shirt, and squishy socks.

He was running his warm hands through his hair to dry it, watching the way Shoto leaned his head into his touch like a little fucking cat.

Fuck.

Dabi came to manipulate this kid, and here he was being manipulated right the fuck back. Or something along those lines.

He couldn’t hold back a laugh, and scooped the kid up.

“You want some pizza?”

“Yes daddy,” Shoto cooed, nuzzling his little face into the crook of Dabi’s neck.

Dabi had never felt safe in his fucking life, but for some reason right now, he felt a little bit...

Chapter Text

Dabi thumbed through the photos, phone about an inch away from his face even though he had a tinted screen protector.

Looking at pics of your seven-year-old kid brother all dressed up in lingerie getting impaled by your dick, leaking your cum, and getting spit-roasted between you and your crusty roommate while you were sitting on a train was a risky move, even for him.

He nearly jumped when the phone rang, fumbling to swipe up, glancing around nervously.

“Hello?”

“Daddy-“

“What’s wrong kiddo?”

“I miss you when are you coming home?”

“Baby I just left. I told you, I have to go visit the lawyer and finish the paperwork. Then I’m bringing him back to come check up on you so that I can adopt you. Is uncle Shiggy taking care of you?”

Dabi glanced up at the people looking at him. Why the fuck everyone was actually under the impression that he was honestly and truly a caring young father to a sweet innocent little boy he had no idea. But it was fucking hilarious and made him kind of hard.

“Y-yes-“ Shoto gasped a little.

“Fuck, is he-“ Dabi cut himself off, but his unasked question was answered with a high-pitched little moan from over the phone.

Fucking hell! God fucking damned cunt ass hell!!! He’d literally just left, Shiggy had been on a gaming streak and Sho was watching Spongebob. Did they fucking jump each other as soon as he was gone???

“Baby you know you’re not supposed to play big kid games without me.” He said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible even though his cock felt like it was about to rip through his fucking pants.

“I’m sorry daddy-“ Shoto gasped, “I- I was really horny-“

“Shh-“

Dabi looked around the train. He was legit about to fucking cry. He stood up and moved to the door where he could stand leaning against the wall and no one could see his raging hardon.

He took a deep breath through his nose.

“Are you being a good little boy for uncle Shiggy?” he asked, leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the window, hoping his horny ass voice just came off as tired.

“Yes- yes daddy-“

“Is he being nice to you?”

“Yes- ah!”

“Tell me everything that’s happening, baby.” Dabi said, turning down the volume on the phone so even he could barely hear it.

“He- he’s fucking me-“

“Mhm,”

“He told me to call you- ah! Since- since I couldn’t- mh-“

“Couldn’t what, baby?”

“Please daddy-“

“You need to tell me what you want babydoll. Use your words.”

“Please daddy- I ah- I want to feel nice-“

Fuck did he have this kid fucking trained.

“Big kid words, baby. I know you know them. Say them for me?”

“I- I wanna cum daddy please let me cum-“

Fucking hell this kid was going to be the fucking death of him- spiritually physically legally metaphorically literally bodily theoretically and what a god damn fucking way to go, Dabi had never wanted to die so motherfucking bad.

“Hm, I’m not sure I should let you. You did decide to play my favorite game without me,” Dabi said, situating himself sideways up against the wall so he could squish his dick between his legs a little, giving him a teeny tiny bit of the relief he desperately craved.

“Please daddy- please please please- I’ll be good- I promise-“

“It’s a little late for that don’t you think?”

“I’m sorry- please- ah!” Shoto whined in his ear and oh fuck, Dabi could cum in his pants. Luckily the train pulled into the stop and he raced toward the bathrooms.

Not the first time Dabi’d gotten off in the subway toilet, but definitely the first time he did it having phone sex with a seven-year-old.

“I think I’m gonna cum here without you, kiddo.”

“What?? Daddy- please-“

“Mm, no, that’s what I’m gonna do little boy.” Dabi cooed, standing over the toilet in the seedy ass (and therefore luckily vacated) bathroom, gently stroking his nearly-bursting cock. Fuck did it feel good to finally be jerking off. Felt like every moment he wasn’t actively fucking into Shoto was just edging, though.

“Please daddy please- I’ll do anything-“

“Anything? Who taught you to beg like that?”

Dabi paused to give into the feeling of stroking his thick, hot, leaking cock, picking up a little rhythm that went in time to Shoto’s little breathy moans playing in his ear. Fuck was he obsessed with that kid and his little tiny cunt. He could only imagine how good the kid must look now, little tiny boy getting fucked by a whole ass grownup, horny as hell but not able to get off without it being his big brother <3 and now he was saying he would do anything for Dabi to let him cum? God damn.

Sometimes Dabi wondered if the kid actually did know what he was getting into.

“’S dangerous for a sexy little boy like you to say that kind of shit,” Dabi said, having to slow down on his cock before he blew, "somebody's gonna take advantage of you."

But poor little Shoto was just too fucking horny.

“Please daddy- please let me cum-“ he kept saying, tears in his voice, but each time he begged he sounded was a little more ragged, a little more overstimulated as Shiggy no doubt just kept fucking and fucking his delicious little tiny kiddie hole.

“Mm- fuck kiddo, you sound so good- I’m gonna cum, Sho. I’m gonna give all my cum to this nasty toilet and you don’t get to have any of it.”

It was really quite tragic. Deliciously so.

“Daddy-“ Shoto whined.

“Mm, how’s Shiggy’s cock feel inside your little hole, baby? Bet you wish it was mine.”

“Daddy I want you to fuck me please-“

Dabi couldn’t hold it back any more, shooting out messily into the toilet, moaning into the phone.

“Please daddy please please please-“

He laughed a little at how fucking desperate Shoto’s begging was. With a long, satisfied sigh, he gave in.

“Okay babydoll. Go ahead and cum for me.”

And Shoto did, loudly, only causing Dabi to get half hard again. Once he finally hung up he had to swipe through all the pictures of the kid some more, working out a second orgasm before cleaning himself up and heading to Giran’s.

“All right, that’s all the paperwork,” the lawyer said, shuffling the stack over with an incomprehensible lack of speed.

Dabi watched, eyes glued to his slow ass hands, knee bouncing, trying not to torch him by repeating over and over in his head I need him alive I need him alive-

He just wanted to get the fuck home! He just wanted to get home and fucking rail Shoto-

“The hero assigned to your case-“

“Wait, fucking what?” Dabi said, forgetting all about how horny he was and jumping up in anger.

“Hero???”

“Calm down Dabs,” Giran said, waving his cigarette at him, “it’s part of the process. The kid has to be interviewed by a hero.”

“You thought I would be fucking okay with that??” Dabi said, the lawyer suddenly finding speed to put out the little fire Dabi set to the desk.

“Do you want the kid or not?” Giran shrugged. “Besides, I picked out someone by hand. This guy is basically a criminal himself.”

Dabi chewed on his lip until it was bleeding. God fucking damn it.

He tried to simmer down. He really did need this to go through.

They could fake a wholesome home enough for a hero, right?

“Anyway, he’ll meet you on the train.” Giran said with an infuriating smile. Dabi just glared at him.

Dabi scowled out the window while the hero fidgeted in his seat next to him. He was so god damn fucking annoyed!!!

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket, angling his body even further turned away from the motherfucker he was sitting next to.

It was Shiggy.

“when u comin home daddy?”

Ah, Shoto on Shiggy’s phone.

He should really probably get the kid a little phone of his own.

Just wasn't right- think of the terrible things he might see on that god damn pedo's phone!

“Soon baby” Dabi replied.

Fuck! How badly he wanted to just sext him right now- ask him to shove stuff up his little hole and send him pictures, torture him a little, tell him how badly he wanted to destroy him…

“Who ya textin’?” The hero asked with a sunny grin.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Im bringing some1 home 2 talk 2 u. Did Shiggy clean u up & get u dressed?”

“You know you should really be nicer to me if you want me to push your case.”

Dabi pulled in a long slow breath before dragging his eyes to the hero.

He was pretty.

Pretty fucking annoying.

“I’m sorry! The person I’m texting does not concern you! Thank you for your interest!” he said in the sweetest voice he could muster.

The hero’s eyes got wide and Dabi was sure he blushed a little before grinning.

Dabi rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.

“yes! is the person nice?”

“He better b if he doesnt want me 2 fkn roast him.”

The rest of the ride was interminable.

Dabi rushed in the door, looking around nervously. He’d told Shoto to let Shiggy know he was bringing home a mother fucking hero, but the kid WAS just seven and…easily distracted.

“Hey Sho?” he called gently, eyes flicking over the living room to see if Shiggy had left any fucking child porn around.

The hero just stood there, picking his teeth, watching him.

“I’mma go get him. Don’t fucking touch anything.”

“Wouldn’t wanna get anything dirty,” the hero said in a sarcastic sigh, eyeing the mess.

Dabi ignored him and sped up the stairs, making a beeline for Shiggy’s room.

“Where’s- fuck Shiggy you can’t be- the mother fucking hero’s here to fucking evaluate him!!!”

Shiggy glanced up from the video game he was playing, looking a little confused until Dabi came over and yanked his headset off, grabbing Shoto (who was doing an absolutely gorgeous job of swallowing Shiggy’s cock) and scooping him up.

“Daddy!” Shoto said, wrapping his arms around Dabi’s neck.

“Shiggy what the fuck did I say!!”

“You said no fucking, it was just a blow job-“

“Fucking hate you.” Dabi said, turning, “stay in here and don’t fucking come out.” He snarled, closing the door behind him.

He set Shoto on the floor and wiped the drool and precum from his little baby chin.

God!!! If he cared a tiny bit less about his plan he would be balls deep in this kid ten minutes ago.

“Okay Sho are you ready to talk to the hero?”

“I’m gonna talk to a hero???” he asked, eyes wide and excited.

“Yes baby and you can’t tell him about any of the sex we’ve been having, okay?”

“Okay daddy.”

“Or the lingerie we got you.”

“Okay daddy.”

“Or all the cussing, pills and drinking.”

“Okay daddy.”

“God I just wanna fucking fuck you.”

“I’m horny, daddy.”

“Yeah you can’t say that either okay?”

Was he missing anything???

He pulled down the waistband of his shorts to make sure he was wearing normal undies and not a fucking thong.

He was wearing a fucking thong, his favorite with the beads.

Shoto giggled a little.

"Let's get you changed first," he said with a groan, not at all sure how he was going to do this without giving in to his insatiable need to sink his entire cock into this little kid as fast and hard as possible.

Keigo waited impatiently in the living room.

Being the fastest hero meant a lot of waiting on other people, and he was mostly used to it- but this-

This was fucking HARD.

You see, Hawks had exactly one weakness, and that weakness was the name Todoroki.

He couldn’t help that they were all fucking gorgeous and messed the hell up.

In fact the only true drive you could say this man actually had was to fuck as many members of the Todoroki family he could as often as he could before he died.

He’d known about Dabi, mostly through the times he’d gotten Enji to fuck his delicious fat cock into him, but he’d never heard about Shoto.

What a wonderful surprise it was to him that there were two more Todoroki’s he hadn’t fucked yet!

And Shoto was a messed up little kid who he would have a completely confidential time with?

This was going to be way too easy.

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Shoto held onto Dabi’s hand as he led him down the stairs, but he was honestly too excited to be nervous.

He was gonna meet a hero! Heroes were cool!

“Arite Sho, this is- uh,”

“Hawks!” The hero said proudly.

Dabi just nodded, scowling at him.

“Um-“ the hero said, smiling politely, “this is an investigation, so I have to talk to Shoto alone first.”

Dabi blinked. He drew in a very slow sigh.

“What’s wrong daddy?” Shoto asked, confused. He wanted to talk to the hero! The hero wouldn’t hurt him, would he? Heroes saved people!

Dabi seemed to make a very difficult decision and crouched down to eye level with Shoto.

“Okay baby. I’ll be right upstairs. If you don’t like anything that’s going on just yell for me. Okay?”

Shoto nodded.

“I’ll call you when we’re done!” Hawks said. Dabi glared at him.

“If you hurt my fucking kid I’ll kill you.”

Shoto didn’t know why Dabi was being so angry, but something about hearing him say those words and squeeze his little hand in his felt really nice…he was still so horny for his daddy…

“Got it!” Hawks said with a smile, “Now shoo!” he said, and nearly pushed Dabi up the stairs.

“Sir! Be nice with my daddy!” Shoto said.

Hawks put his hands on Shoto’s little shoulders and guided him into the living room.

“Your daddy is very strong. I didn’t hurt him. Okay kid, it’s party time.”

Hawks sat Shoto down on the couch and planted himself on the coffee table right in front of him. The hero seemed really distracted, and Shoto still wasn’t sure why he was here. He wanted to ask him all about being a hero- heroes were cool!!! -but Hawks pulled out a little notebook and started flipping through it.

“Okay let’s see. Has Dabi or anyone else in this house been hurting you?”

“No.”

“Have they been involving you in inappropriate activities?”

“No,” Shoto said, though he didn’t really know what the word ‘inappropriate’ meant.

“Have they been doing anything to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable?”

“No.”

Hawks looked around, hesitating. Shoto was scared, suddenly. He didn’t think he was lying (even though sometimes things were hard to remember), but what if the hero didn’t believe him? Something under his skin…

“Okay question time is over! See, that was easy! Time for your physical examination.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s when I look at your body and see if anyone has been hurting you. You know, bruises, cuts, all that stuff.”

Shoto nodded slowly. He wondered a little how the hero could tell between bruises from being hurt and bruises from being fucked.

“Okay kid, take off your clothes.”

Shoto’s face snapped up to Hawks’, and he felt himself blushing. But he did what he was told, carefully pulling off his little shirt, his tiny shorts, his underwear that Dabi had made him change into. He sat back down gingerly on the couch, a little nervous for some reason. Then his eyes flicked to Hawks’ crotch, and noticed that the hero was hard.

Oh!!! This person wanted to fuck him! Things were starting to make sense now.

Shoto started feeling excited. Sex with Shiggy felt different than sex with Dabi, and he was so curious!

Hawks was really pretty, too.

“Nope, stand up,” Hawks said, taking hold of Shoto’s waist and pulling him closer.

Shoto tried to keep his breathing steady as Hawks traced his fingers over every inch of his little body, searching for bruises.

Of course Shoto had some, even though Dabi had been adamant about ‘being gentle’ the past few days- oh so that’s what that was all about!

Shoto couldn’t help closing his eyes a little. Hawks’ hands were so warm on his skin, and being touched like this felt so right…his hands were so slow and soft…

“Are these from your training?” Hawks asked, his warm palm pushing over a bruise on his stomach.

“What?” Shoto opened his eyes, blinking at Hawks, confused. Shoto didn’t have any training, he was just a kid!

“From your hero training. With Enji.”

“My-“ Shoto’s heart started pounding. When did he forget??? His skin went cold and he felt weak and heady-

“When Enji was training you to use your quirk.”

“-quirk? I don’t have-“

Shoto felt everything shutting down. He was so afraid!!! All of the memories he forgot he had came flooding back to him. Tears rolled silently down his face.

“Oh! Shit, it’s okay- shh, shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry or Dabi will hear you- um- fuck-“

Hawks stood, hand on Shoto’s head, looking around nervously.

Things were kind of fuzzy. Shoto was very afraid. Hawks kept shushing him and stroking his hair, even though Shoto knew he wasn’t making a noise- he was very good at being quiet!

But soon enough there was a familiar feeling grounding him- soft, hot skin pushing into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair. Shoto turned off his little brain and let his jaw open, going limp as Hawks pushed him back onto the couch.

“Sh sh sh- don’t cry- that’s it-“ Hawks said, his hand moving to Shoto’s little throat as his cock pushed further down it.

“Fuck- shit somebody taught you how to do this- god- so fucking wrong- unf- you feel so good- fuck-“

Hawks was rambling, but Shoto wasn’t really paying attention. It was just the warm metallic taste of skin fucking into his face, the smell of Hawks’ uniform shirt smooshing into his nose, the sound of the man’s little moans and whimpers as he got off in Shoto’s throat.

Hawks didn’t last long, and pushed hard against Shoto’s head, pinning him between his hips and the back of the couch as he came, urgently whispering swallow swallow swallow!!!- pulling his drooly dick from Shoto’s seven-year-old little mouth and wiping off his chin nervously, looking around-

Shoto just looked at him impassively, unsure where he was, who he was- he just wanted to feel safe-

“Um, good boy, good boy, hey, if Dabi or Shiggy ever do that shit to you I want you to call me, okay? That’s not something your guardians should be doing with a little kid like you.” He said, zipping up his pants and grabbing Shoto’s clothes.

Hawks dressed him, wiped the little tears off his face, propped him up on the couch.

“I want you to take this in case Dabi or Shiggy ever hurt you, okay? Or if you just want to talk to a trusted adult,” he said, probably the same speech he gave every kid, pressing a card into Shoto’s numb little hand.

“ARE YOU ALMOST FUCKING DONE!?”

Shoto jumped, curling up-

“Um-“ Hawks said, looking terrified.

But the person didn’t wait. He came storming into the room and instantly rushed to Shoto’s side.

“What the fuck did you do to him??? Why’s he look so fucking scared???”

The person cupped Shoto’s little face in his hands, looking into his eyes, but Shoto had trouble focusing.

He was so afraid!!! He couldn’t move, couldn’t stop his heart from pounding-

“I was just asking him about you-“

“Shut up birdbrain. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Do you want this case to go-“

“This case,” he said, standing and rounding on Hawks, grabbing the collar of his jacket, “will go through. Or I will fucking roast you. Huh? You’d like that, you fucking raw ass rotisserie?!”

Hawks nodded and scurried from the house.

Everything was fuzzy, but Shoto felt the man scoop him up and carry him upstairs, close the bedroom door behind them, gingerly place him on the bed.

“Hey, hey. Look at me babydoll,” he said, pulling Shoto’s face to him, wiping away some of his tears with his thumbs.

Where were they? This wasn’t his home…this wasn’t his bedroom, or Enji’s…

“Kiddo, look at me-“ Shoto’s eyes scanned the man’s face, confused.

“…daddy?”

He felt so hazy…but ‘Shoto’ was slipping away again…and Dabi’s little baby was coming back out…so he could be safe…

“That’s it kiddo. That’s it. Come back to me.”

Shoto latched onto Dabi, his tears coming out louder now.

“That’s my babydoll, fuck, good boy, you’re so fucking sexy when you cry-“ Dabi rambled, holding him tight, pulling up his chin, kissing him-

Shoto whimpered and opened his mouth more so Dabi could get more into it. Like every time he pushed his tongue into Shoto’s mouth he licked away a bit of his memory…

“daddy please-“

“Please what kiddo?” Dabi asked, but his hand was already down Shoto’s pants, warm fingers fucking with his soaked hole.

When did he get so wet? What was just happening?

Shoto had no idea, but he was horny for his daddy and he needed to be fucked, now-

“Please daddy no, please stop-“ he whined, gasping a little as Dabi went harder, little fingers wrapping around his wrist, squirming in his bed.

“Hm, but I don’t wanna stop, baby. You’re just too fucking sexy. I think I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Daddy no-“ Shoto begged, tears rolling down his face.

“Mhm, I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you until you run outta tears.” Dabi said, pulling off Shoto’s clothes.

Shoto was shaking from crying, shivering without his little clothes- he was so horny!!! He needed Dabi inside him!!! He needed to know he was good!!

Damn this kid was messed up. If only Dabi didn’t know what that was like. But child psychology was the last thing on Dabi’s mind right now- all he could think about was how bad he needed to fucking nut in this little kid as hard as possible.

Shoto was crying so loud! Whining and begging him not to hurt him? Tears all over his little baby face? Shit, Dabi could have cum just from that-

He hurried out of his pants and worked the head of his hot, leaking cock over Shoto’s wet little hole, the kid eagerly holding his legs open, begging- fuck-

“Damn baby- you’re gonna fucking kill me,” Dabi laughed, burying his nose in Shoto’s hair and his cock in the kid’s little body, making him cry even more.

Shit, Dabi’s brain was really getting rotted wasn’t it? It was almost like he couldn’t tell what was better- the fact that Shoto was crying and begging him to stop or the fact that the kid was holding onto him for dear life, little legs trying to wrap around his hips and bring him even deeper into his tiny body-

Both! It was both.

”Fuck babydoll I’ve been waiting so long to rail you-“ Dabi gasped, mind going all hazy from the absolute fucking vice grip on his big ass dick. He steadied himself into a rhythm, trying to breathe evenly so he didn’t nut as soon as he bottomed out in Shoto’s little hole.

“Fuck you’re so good baby- ngh- so good- that’s my good little boy- unf- my good little baby boy-“

Shit! Dabi wasn’t one for praising but damn the way his words had Shoto’s little cunt spasming around his cock was enough to sell him on it for life! But don’t get it twisted- Shoto was Dabi’s little trained bitch, not the other way around!

He kept fucking the kid slowly, trying to hold onto his sanity as his cock was being squeezed to death. He decided to shove his fingers in the kid’s mouth, just to play with him, but shit that almost made him cum too, the way Shoto just opened up and accepted whatever Dabi wanted to put in his tiny facehole, the way he whirled his little tongue around his fingers and squeezed his lips around his knuckles.

Dabi grinned and fingerfucked his mouth a little before pulling them out almost all the way, making a V to spread Shoto’s little mouth.

Awe!

He could see his little bitty tongue in there, little bitty teeth, everything hot and red and wet and his.

“You’re all mine you know that?” Dabi said with a dangerously genuine smile, rewarded with a needy nod and an inarticulate groan from the kid under him.

“You’re all fucking mine. No one else will ever own you like I do. Just mine, forever and ever.”

He opened his own mouth and let a nice big glob of spit funnel from his tongue and into Shoto’s mouth, right between his fingers-

Fuck if the kid didn’t stick out his tongue to grab it! Dabi pulled out his fingers and was about to tell him to swallow but Shoto had already fucking swallowed.

Shit he was fucking obsessed with this kid!!!

Dabi couldn’t help but laugh, picking up the pace again in his little toy’s hole, constantly reminded of how fucking blessed he was, distracted by the little kid’s bulging stomach, all bruised from all the big grownup cock the little slut took-

“You like how that feels baby?” He asked, putting a warmed up hand over Shoto’s stomach, pressing on the bruise, harder and harder, squishing his own cock inside the kid as he fucked him.

Shoto let out a fucking incredible little moan and started cumming, his little hole fucking milking Dabi’s cock.

“Fuck! Shit kid- fuck take it- take my fucking cum- shit-“ Dabi gasped, almost actually loving the way Shoto clung to him fucking desperately, still crying his little ‘please daddy please’ like some kind of fucking fucked up prayer as rope after rope of cum forced itself from Dabi's balls into his little tiny body.

“Shit baby- shit you’re so good for me-“

As soon as his vision returned Dabi pulled his bruised cock from Shoto’s little tiny cunt, smearing back the kid’s sweaty hair to look at his face.

“What? What are you saying-“ he asked, confused for a minute. Shit- he wasn’t sure if he’d ever cummed that hard-

“Please- please daddy please fuck me-“

A whole ass grin covered Dabi’s face, and he leaned in to make out with Shoto, all sloppy.

“Fuck kid, always- just give my dick half a second to come back to life okay?” he laughed, reaching over to the drawer near his bed, not immune to the little grabby hands Shoto made for him as soon as the skin contact ended.

“I’m coming I’m coming,” he said, pulling out a vibrator and shoving it up Shoto’s hole.

“D-daddy!”

“Yeah? You like that? Little hoe,” Dabi cooed, holding it there, gently stroking his cock as he watched Shoto become more and more worked up. He’d be hard again in five seconds.

Damn, a father’s work was just never done.

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“Okay kiddo, you ready?”

Shoto squirmed a little in his uniform.

“I’m scared daddy.” Shoto said, very quietly, holding onto Dabi’s arm.

Dabi crouched down to fix his little sailor collar and shift the straps of his backpack.

“Listen baby, you gotta do this. I know it’s scary. But you have a phone and if anything you don’t like happens you can call me and I’ll come right by and pick you up. Okay?”

Shoto nodded.

“Why can’t you come with me?”

“Because then all the other kiddos would get jealous, and you wouldn’t make any friends.” Dabi pouted. “Although you look good enough to fucking eat, so everyone is gonna wanna be friends with you!”

Shoto glanced at the school, swarming with kids his age.

He took a deep breath and nodded determinedly.

“That’s my little boy. Don’t forget to text me, okay?”

“Yes daddy.”

School was strange. Shoto had never been to school before…at least that’s what Dabi said.

Shoto was having a hard time talking to people, and he was getting stressed out.

He made it to recess! He ducked into the bathroom and pulled out his little phone.

“Hi daddy”

“Hi bb!! How u doin”

“ ☹ i wanna come home”

“ik bb. U only got a few more hours left. I been thinkin about u all day tho.”

A picture came through of Dabi’s hard, leaking cock. Shoto held back a little moan.

He wanted his daddy so bad!!!

He was about to reply when suddenly someone knocked on the stall door, making little Shoto jump.

“Shoto? Are you in there?” Asked his teacher in a soft voice.

“Y-yes Ms. Midnight!”

“Okay, I’m just checking on you. Is everything all right?”

Shoto was terrified. He knew that if anyone found out then they would take him away from Dabi! So he hurried out of the stall, shoving his phone back in his little backpack and running to the sink.

“Careful,” Ms. Midnight laughed, holding his shoulder as he skittered back out onto the playground.

The kids were mean. Some of them started teasing him for his scar. They said he was ugly and messed up and scary. When Shoto started crying they started fighting him, and Ms. Midnight came running to break it up- but it was too late. Shoto was already bleeding from his knee, tears running silently from his face.

He wasn’t really sure what was going on again. It was a mess of kids pushing him and pain and Ms. Midnight grabbing him. Then suddenly it was all different.

Shoto blinked around in the bright light, swung his feet a little on the paper covered bed.

“Hello! I heard you had a pretty rough first day,” said a friendly voice. A man with a black mask came into the room, and Ms. Midnight waved from the doorway before the door swung shut.

Should he have waved back? It was confusing…

“My name is Doctor Kai. Your name is Shoto, right?”

Shoto nodded, finally looking away from the door. Dr. Kai was putting on a pair of gloves. This room smelled weird.

“Okay. I’m going to take a look at this scrape and then I have to check out your ankle.” He said.

“What’s wrong with my ankle?” Shoto asked, confused.

“You twisted it pretty bad out there. Ms. Midnight had to carry you in. I just want to make sure it’s not broken.” He said.

Shoto was nervous, but Doctor Kai was very gentle and kind. He gently cleaned off Shoto’s knee, picking the bits of gravel from the wound, and then took off his gloves and framed it delicately with his fingers.

“Okay, this is going to hurt a little. My quirk lets me take things apart and put them back together again. I’m going to do this very fast to the broken skin on your knee, okay?”

Shoto nodded, holding onto Doctor Kai’s arm tightly. He barely had time to wince before the pain was gone again, and his knee was completely healed, leaving him a little shaky.

“Good job! Very good. That’s a good boy.” Doctor Kai said. He was so pretty…Shoto covered up his face so he wouldn’t see him blushing.

“Okay so now I have to check out your ankle. Lie down for me?” he asked.

Shoto laid down on the bed and Doctor Kai untied his little shoe and pulled off his sock. His cool gentle fingers grazed over Shoto’s very hot swollen ankle.

“Hmm, that doesn’t look very good.”

“Am I gonna be okay?” Shoto asked, nervously.

“You’re going to be just fine, Shoto! I’m going to take care of you. I need you to do something for me though okay?”

“Okay…”

“I need you to be very brave for me and tell me when it hurts.” He said.

Were they going to have sex??? Shoto was very confused, but also very excited…he liked this man, and he felt so safe with him…

“Okay da- Doctor Kai,” Shoto said, covering his face a little again.

Doctor Kai started gently putting pressure on his ankle to tell where the pain was coming from. Shoto tried to bear it, but soon it was too much.

“It hurts!” he said, biting the sleeve of his little sailor uniform.

This was making him so horny!

“Okay. Shoto I think you have a fracture. I’m going to have to heal it like I did your knee.”

Shoto nodded.

“It’s going to hurt a little more since it’s in your bone. But I promise it will be very fast.”

“Okay,” Shoto whimpered.

“Are you ready?”

He was so pretty! Shoto nodded, watching him as he placed his fingers around Shoto’s ankle. All the air left Shoto’s lungs and he felt himself whimper into his sleeves, more tears came from his eyes- but it was over in an instant.

“Good boy! Good boy, all done, you’re all better,” Doctor Kai said, helping Shoto sit up.

Shoto was shaking. Before he could stop himself he darted his arms around Doctor Kai’s body and pushed his face into his scrubs.

“Oh- oh, it’s okay. You’re good,” Doctor Kai said gently, holding him tightly and petting his hair.

He smelled so nice! It felt so nice to be in his strong arms!!!

Shoto was so horny!

“You’re good, it’s okay…” Doctor Kai kept saying, breathing slowly to let Shoto’s heartbeat calm down.

Shoto felt himself relax, the shaking and the fear slowly melting away. He was so sleepy…he just wanted to be held…

“Such a good boy…” Doctor Kai said, drawing up Shoto’s little face with a finger. He had taken off his mask and he was even prettier! He leaned down and gave Shoto a little tiny kiss on the forehead.

Oh! So nice! Shoto beamed up at him and he laughed gently. Then he ran his thumb over Shoto’s lip.

“Those kids didn’t know what they were talking about, Shoto. You’re not ugly or scary. You’re so pretty.” He said. Shoto could feel himself blushing and he looked up bit more, letting the pressure of Doctor Kai’s thumb pull his mouth open a little.

“So good…” Doctor Kai said, leaning in again very very slowly and kissing Shoto on the lips.

Oh! So nice!!! Shoto let out a tiny moan and clung to him more as he kissed him. The doctor pulled away a bit and gave him a strange look. For a minute Shoto was scared he’d done something wrong, but then he went back in, kissing Shoto harder and deeper than before, running his tongue over his, cradling his head gently with one hand and resting the other on his chest.

Shoto’s heart was pounding again!

“please-“ Shoto gasped when he finally broke away-

“Please what?” he asked, hesitating.

Shoto was suddenly very shy, his whole face felt hot and prickly and he looked down at his feet.

“Did you not like it?” Doctor Kai asked very softly, crouching down a little so he was at eye-level with him.

“No! I liked it a lot- I-“ he bit his lip. The doctor smiled and laughed a little, patting Shoto on his head.

“You’re so cute. You don’t have to be shy. My job is to make sure you feel good,” he said. Shoto looked up at him.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” he said.

“Oh?” Doctor Kai replied, cocking his head. He placed his hands on Shoto’s little knees, which automatically moved a tiny bit apart.

“You really are a good little boy, Shoto,” he said again, leaning forward to make out with him again. Shoto wrapped his legs hungrily around his body and felt the doctor’s hand move down his back, over his butt, pulling at his little shorts. Shoto helped him take them off, and watched wide-eyed as the doctor pulled off his own shirt.

“What?” The doctor laughed.

“You’re so pretty,” Shoto breathed.

“Mm, not as pretty as you. Let’s get the rest of those clothes off.” He said, unbuttoning Shoto’s little uniform shirt and pulling down his underwear.

Shoto shivered a little on the paper covered table, naked as could be.

“You have a gorgeous little body, Shoto.” The doctor said, running a thumb over one of Shoto’s nipples. Shoto gasped a little again.

“Something tells me you’ve done this before?” he asked. Shoto nodded, blushing a bit. The doctor leaned in to whisper in Shoto’s ear.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Y-yes-“ Shoto said. His voice was so pretty!

The doctor pulled him in to kiss him again and Shoto heard him pulling down his pants. He was too busy having his face eaten to notice until Doctor Kai was rubbing his hard, wet cock over Shoto’s oozing little hole.

“p-please-“ Shoto begged, opening his legs wider. The doctor laughed, low and soft in his ear, and kissed him one last time before pulling away enough to see between them.

“You have such a wonderful little hole, Shoto-“ he said, using a gentle finger to trace Shoto’s little kiddie hole, moving up to his tiny little clit, rubbing in his own precum.

Shoto held on to him tighter, a little gasp leaving his mouth. It felt so good!

But it wasn’t enough.

“Hm, you look so small…” Doctor Kai said, holding his big fat cock over Shoto’s stomach, pressing it between them. A bead of precum oozed out, marking the place on Shoto’s tummy where it would reach.

“Please-“ Shoto kept begging. He wanted the doctor inside him so so bad!!!

“Okay, okay,” Doctor Kai laughed a little, grabbing his cock and running it over Shoto’s hole again before gently pushing-

“Oh-“ Shoto gasped, holding onto him. Doctor Kai started gently working himself in- as gently as a grown man could work himself into a tiny seven-year-old kid, of course.

“Woah- Shoto- oh-” Doctor Kai grunted, only halfway in.

Shoto kept begging and begging, needing to feel him as deep as he could get. Doctor Kai took up the challenge and kept stuffing his thick cock further and further into Shoto’s little hole.

Soon enough they were fucking properly, the doctor’s hot dick pumping in and out of Shoto’s little tiny kiddy hole, Shoto’s cum running down his little scrawny legs.

It felt so good to be filled up by him! His cock was pushing deeper inside Shoto's body, all warm and heavy. Shoto couldn't feel anything but him.

“You’re so good Shoto- so good- oh-“ the doctor gasped. Shoto whimpered into his chest, completely lost in the feeling of being brutally railed by the hot, gentle doctor- he was getting closer- would he be able to cum without Dabi???

“Daddy-“ he felt himself saying, and Doctor Kai came instantly, his hot thick cum forcing itself into Shoto’s tiny body, filling him up.

Shoto’s little body shook- it was an almost-orgasm, holding as tight as he could to the doctor who’d just fucked his cum into his little hole, getting his little tears all over his warm chest.

“Good boy- good boy,” Doctor Kai said softly, petting Shoto’s head, holding him tight. He held him like before, warm and close, except this time they were naked and his spent cock was still buried in Shoto’s guts, of course.

After a lot of holding and kissing the Doctor finally pulled out, leaking cum all over the floor.

He crouched back down again and pulled apart Shoto's legs, shoving his pretty face between them.

"Ah!" Shoto gasped, holding onto Doctor Kai's head to steady himself as his hole was filled again, this time by the same tongue that was just in his mouth. It felt so good! So good! Shoto was moaning and squirming, and the doctor let out another little laugh before standing up again, reaching down to start fingering him-

Shoto held onto his arm for dear life. His fingers were inside him, gently rubbing the exact spot that felt so so good- Shoto whimpered into the doctor's arm as he felt himself cumming on his hand.

Oh! He did it!

The doctor gently slowed his pace, tilting Shoto's face up with his other hand as he licked their cum off his other.

"That- that felt so nice," Shoto murmured, amazed at how pretty the doctor was. He smiled as he finished cleaning off his hand and leaned down to kiss Shoto again.

"It felt very nice for me too." He whispered, nuzzling Shoto's neck with his nose a little and making him giggle.

He washed Shoto off, cleaned him up, and helped him back into his little uniform, even helping him into his tiny backpack.

“You’re a very good boy, Shoto.” He said with a gentle smile, buttoning his shirt back up. Shoto felt himself blushing a little.

“And it looks like classes are almost over. I’m sorry!” he said, looking at his watch in alarm. Shoto laughed happily and hopped off the table.

The doctor gave him a handful of lollipops and kissed him on the top of the head, sending him on his way.

Shoto skipped down the halls, beaming, very excited to go home to his daddy.

Maybe school wasn’t so bad after all!

Chapter Text

Shoto nearly skipped from the school down to the gate where all the parents were thronged, eagerly looking around for his daddy- when suddenly he was scooped up from behind!
By a man with a hood and a mask!

"Tomura!" He squeaked, laughing as his boyfriend spun him around. 

"I just couldn't wait to see you, Shoto," he said with a little tiny forehead kiss. 

"Come on, let's go home. I've got a surprise for you!" 

This day couldn't get any better!

Shoto sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs and eating animal crackers.

"Hold still, wifey."

Shoto tried to eat still-ly. Tomura was concentrating very hard, and he didn't want to mess him up! He stopped chewing for a second, glancing up at Tomura, who turned very red.

"You're so hot," he whispered, taking a moment to admire his work. 

"Can I see now?" Shoto asked, bouncing a little, excited. 

Tomura grinned and took his little tiny hands, helping him hop off the bed and to the mirror.

Oh!

Tomura had made his eyelashes longer and darker, and his cheeks and lips redder. But Shoto was more excited about the DRESS!

It was so frilly and delicate, white lace everywhere. The skirt was higher in the front, going almost all the way up his legs so you could see the very long white socks and the frilly white garters, but in the back it trailed down all the way to the floor. The middle part was very tight around his waist, which he didn't like at first but then Tomura put his hands over it and OH!

It felt so good! 

The top part had two little bumps of fluffy white fabric, barely covering his tiny little nipples, and the straps dangled down his arms in a very pretty mess of lace and ribbons.

"Now for the best part," Tomura said, coming up behind him.

Shoto glanced up as Tomura placed a little silver crown on his head, with a long white veil attached.

"My perfect little bride," he whispered. He sounded like he was about to cry.

"What's wrong, Tomura?" Shoto asked, turning around and grabbing his hand. 

Tomura crouched down and pulled him in, kissing all over his neck long and slow. It felt really nice. Shoto closed his eyes and melted into his touch.

"You're the most perfect little kid I ever met, Shoto. It makes me so sad." 

Shoto almost forgot to answer, because Shiggy was pulling down the front of his dress a little so he could kiss all over his nipples, running his tongue over them. 

"Oh- w-why does it make you sad, Tomura?" Shoto managed to get out, having to lean back against the wall because he couldn't support himself anymore. 

"I want us to stay like this forever," he replied. 

"But we can! I can always be your girlfriend, Tomura!" Shoto said happily, taking Tomura's face in his little hands and giving him a kiss. 

Shit! This kid was too much. 
Tomura pushed him back against the wall to make out with him. Why was he thinking about the future? The consequences? They never bothered him before- he just had to stay focused.

The fact that he had a "willing" (a very loose definition in Shiggy's book) seven-year-old lover was literal heaven to him. He couldn't afford to waste a moment of their time together, especially not by spending it worrying about Shoto growing up, growing older, getting all messed up from the fact that he'd been repeatedly raped by every adult he came across his whole childhood...

Shiggy pushed his tongue deeper into Shoto's little mouth, his hands moving around the kid's waist and bringing out a delightful little moan. 

Shoto just looked SO good in a corset and the fact that it seemed to make the kid horny?? 

Immaculate. 

He scooped Shoto up and spun him around, laying him gently on the bed in a pile of giggles and lace. 

"I love you, " Shoto said very quietly. 

Awe! Shiggy could close his eyes and pretend that the kid knew what actual love was like and that this was it. He could ignore reality like that very well. 

"I love you too, wifey." He said, nuzzling his face into Shoto's little chest.

"I wanna make you pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

"Yeah, like, put a baby in your tummy. Watch your little tiny titties fill up with milk," he said, running his thumbs over them.

"Milk?! Why would they do that???"

"To feed our baby!"

Shoto laughed like Shiggy was making a joke.

"I'm serious! And I want to...just imagine my baby growing in your little tiny body..." He said, running his hand possessively over Shoto's stomach.

The kid didn't seem to understand. That was okay. He would learn eventually. Maybe he would start puberty early with all the fucking his body was getting, and Shiggy's dream would come true!

"But to make a baby I have to have sex with you and fill your little tiny hole up with my cum."

"But we do that lots and there's no babies." Shoto said, confused.

Oh! Shiggy could just eat him. He was so hard it hurt.

"That's because you're too young right now. But who knows! Sometimes it happens," Shiggy said, running his hand up Shoto's little leg, over the top of his thigh-highs and to his little tiny hips under his skirt. 

"Whaddaya say? Wanna keep trying? You would make such a cute little mommy." Shiggy said, tugging on Shoto's thong a little so the beads rubbed over his little hole. 

"Oh-okay-" Shoto said, distracted. Shiggy could have nutted at that! 

"You're such a good wife...so good for me..." Shiggy moaned, burying his face in Shoto's neck and fumbling out his hard, oozing cock. 

He dragged it over Shoto's hole, pushing it up between the beads. Fuck! 

Every single time he pushed into Shoto's tiny little cunt he saw fucking stars. He wanted to go slow, to savor this beautiful moment between him and his tiny seven-year-old wife, especially now that he looked so cute in his itty-bitty wedding dress...but he needed to get deeper, harder, faster-

"T-tomura-" Shoto gasped.

It felt so nice! Tomura was always so gentle...it made Shoto so happy but also made him wish he would be meaner. It didn't make any sense and it really confused the little kid.

But right now Tomura seemed to not be able to control himself, and Shoto had to hold onto his shoulders as he rammed his hard grownup cock into his tiny hole.

"Gonna breed you-" Tomura gasped, his mouth moving all over Shoto's little face until he found his lips. 

Ah! He was going so hard now!

Shoto wrapped his legs around Tomura's waist and pulled him closer. He tried concentrating- if he could cum with Doctor Kai, maybe he could cum with Tomura too...

"God- wifey-" Tomura gasped, cumming as deep as he could in Shoto's little body. 

Shoto was shaking a little, overstimulated, all he wanted was to cuddle- 

"God-" Tomura said again, watching himself slowly pull his cock from Shoto's leaking hole. 

There was cum everywhere. A little sadly, Shoto wondered if Tomura's cum had washed out all of Doctor Kai's...

"Tomura-" Shoto whined a little. Tomura seemed too distracted to hear him as he pulled out his camera.

Taking pictures was always fun! But for some reason Shoto was feeling sad and tired. He posed for Tomura obediently, and eventually his boyfriend helped pull his cum-stained little wedding dress off.

"Why don't you go wash off before Dabi comes home? I'm going to go edit these..."

Tomura leaned down to give Shoto a sloppy little kiss.

Shoto nodded and went to the bathroom, blanking out a little as he watched the tub fill up.

Eventually he got too cold, naked on the bathroom floor, and he crawled into the tub, hugging his own little shoulders. 
For some reason he was crying and it was confusing him. He fell asleep.

The water was cold, he shivered and moved closer to the warmth. Hot arms wrapped around his body, making everything feel safe and comfortable. 

"I've got you kiddo." 

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Shoto woke up, warm and dry.

He sat up and rubbed his little eyes with his little fists, trying to adjust his vision to the darkness.

One of Dabi's arms was wound around his waist, even though he was fast asleep. Shoto looked at him in the darkness for a moment, something hollow about yesterday filling his chest.

Maybe Dabi really was the only person who cared about him.

No! That was so silly- silly and wrong and mean of him to think!

Tomura was his boyfriend and he loved him!

It was just...something felt wrong about it and Shoto couldn't put his finger on it.

Tomura had never hurt him, right? He never hit him or yelled at him. It was bad for Shoto to feel this way.

He ignored his sad little heart and very carefully laid back down, snuggling as close to Dabi as he could without waking him. He smelled like cigarettes and stale beer, which was the most comforting smell Shoto knew.

He was crying again, he realized, and didn't have time to pull away before his little tears had made Dabi's neck all wet.

"Mm- fuck- fuck you want baby-" Dabi groaned, half asleep.

Shoto froze, terrified, but Dabi was already awake and pulling him closer.

"Daddy-" Shoto whispered, trying to apologize.

"What's wrong," he breathed, voice full of sleep, his eyes barely open, letting out a tired sigh as Shoto curled closer to his big warm chest.

Shoto didn't know what it was, so he couldn't really explain it. He just wanted Dabi to keep him safe.

Dabi didn't seem to mind his lack of answer though, and was soon snoring again, arms wrapped tightly around Shoto.

He was safe here. Dabi would keep him safe and take care of him. No one else could do that for him, not even Tomura...which was why it was silly to be sad about it! Silly to expect it!!! Shoto had a daddy who was going to make it okay, so he didn't have to be sad.

He drifted off to sleep, holding on as tight as he could.

"Fuck! Wake up kiddo- shit we're gonna be late-"

The bed was cold now and Shoto felt the sheets tug off him, leaving him shivering- but he quickly sat up and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Come on baby, you're gonna be late for school-" Dabi said, rushing around the room, struggling into his pants and grabbing Shoto's uniform off the floor.

School! Shoto's heart felt much lighter, especially remembering that Doctor Kai would be there...

He jumped up and got dressed as quickly as he could, clutching the poptarts Dabi shoved into his little hands and jogging behind him to the door.

He knew that yesterday class was really hard. But today was going to be different!

Today was worse.

The other kids wouldn't stop being mean. They teased him all day, and Shoto had a headache from trying not to cry. He tried texting his daddy, but for some reason the signal was out in the school and none of his messages were going through.

At recess he snuck off the playground as quick as possible and back into the school, all but running to the infirmary.

The hollow feeling from yesterday had come back, three times bigger.

He just wanted to be held! He just wanted to be good!! Needed it!

He didn't think his heart could sink any further than it already was, but it seemed to find an even lower place when he approached the door to the infirmary and it was locked, lights off, a little paper taped to the window saying that Doctor Kai was out today.

Shoto slid down the door, hugging his shoulders. A big sniffle came from his nose and his face was wet with tears again. The only thing in his head was please please please- and the only thing he could think of doing to make it better was to run to the bathroom and lock himself in a stall, pull down his little pants and shove his fingers up his little hole until he was really crying.

It felt familiar and bad. It hurt and it made him feel worse. But it got all the tears out, and he cleaned himself up and was back in time for class.

He almost felt a little proud.

"Baby!" Dabi called with his arms out open. Damn the kid straight up ran to him, and Dabi scooped him up and grinned into his face, using all his self control not to shove his tongue down Shoto's little throat.

Especially since the kid looked like he was literally about to cry. So fucking sexy, as if Dabi wasn't already hard as fuck.

He got Sho home as quickly as possible. He seemed quiet, but Dabi didn't mind. He planned on making him scream and cry anyway.

Which was exactly what he was going for when he slammed the seven-year-old's flimsy little body against the wall as soon as the front door was locked behind them, pushing him down enough to pin his little head against the wall with his hips.

He'd been so nice lately. It was time to cash the fuck in.

"Daddy-" Shoto managed to whimper before Dabi started grinding his bulging jean-covered groin on his pathetic little face.

He didn't bother answering, unless you count the hot groan that fell from his mouth as he pushed harder over Shoto's face, enjoying the weird pain of being stuck hard as hell in his pants when he knew he was going to have his whole cock rammed down the little kid's throat very fucking soon.

"-daddy please-"

Now, Dabi had fucked Shoto enough times to know when he was 'daddy please'ing him out of being a horny fucking slut and when he was actually not enjoying himself.

The kid was just seven after all, and guarded as he was, he wasn't a fucking porn actor (despite Dabi's best attempts).

This kid was upset, crying, and if Dabi wasn't a piece of shit person and had a safeword established Shoto definately would have been using it.

But Dabi very much was a piece of shit person, and instead of being deeply unsettling, all of these things only made him fucking hornier and even more determined to rape this kid's face...and maybe his other holes too if he didn't completely wreck himself in the process.

"You're so good for me, babydoll," he decided to say, low and gentle, a hand on the kid's cheek- which was now delightfully red and sore from being roughed up by the crotch of Dabi's jeans.

Fuck! The kid looked up at him, so hopeful and heartbroken and distraught that Dabi had to remind himself to breathe lest he cum right fucking there.

"Please-" Shoto started again, his tears making his little face just look that much sexier.

"Shh," Dabi cut him off, almost wishing every bit of fight hadn't already been trained out of the kid. He would have liked a little edge.

But he decided to ignore that in favor of freeing its dick from its confines, rubbing it over Shoto's face a little, grinning as the kid nervously closed his eyes like he was afraid Dabi was going to hit him with it.

So he did, just a soft little smack, but it startled Shoto and made Dabi leak a little.

He didn't ask Shoto to open up, since he knew he would obey. He just pulled the kid's mouth open and shoved as much of his cock as he could in as far as he could get before pulling it out just as fast, letting the kid take maybe half a gulp of air before ramming it back down again.

Poor little Sho was crying properly now, not the shivery little silent show Enji had him doing but really actually crying, snot and tears and whimpers that sent amazing little vibrations through Dabi's hard aching dick.

He actually found himself pausing, just taking in the enormity of it all, balls deep in his seven-year-old little brother's throat, his dad's favorite boy, his favorite boy...shit.

He had to run his fucking mouth to keep himself distracted enough to not jizz right down the kid's throat without even getting the chance to fuck him, and the only words that fell out of his mouth were mine mine mine mine mine.

He had stolen this kid from Enji, he had done a better job at fucking him, raising him, being his daddy- shit even the dumb court had decided to let Dabi become this kid's owner. Daddy. His daddy.

Enji was going to jail and Dabi was gonna nut in his precious little hero boy's throat.

And then his cunt, and then his tight little asshole, and then maybe his cunt again...

With a cruel snap of his hips he started facefucking Shoto again, reveling in the fact that he had FINALLY gotten the upper hand on Enji, and holy hell did it feel fucking nice.

Poor little Shoto wasn't feeling too nice though, and Dabi had to keep gently reminding him to breathe as he raped deeper into his little tiny throat that spasmed and choked around his big fat cock, but oh it was so delicious, especially with how hard the little baby boy was crying now.

Finally Dabi pulled out, a vile string of precum and drool stretching from his rock hard cock back to the little kid's lips.

"Daddy-" Shoto mouthed, hoarse as fuck, begging him, looking oh so scared and betrayed-

Dabi ignored his protests in favor of pulling down his little shorts, roughly spinning him around and pushing his freshly fucked face against the wall.

"What is it baby?" He asked, way too sweet, almost going for his little asshole until he caved for Shoto's tiny wet cunt.

There was just something so invasive about being in the kid's guts.

"Please daddy stop-"

Fuck had he ever been able to get off to Shoto just pretending??? Shit! It didn't even come close to this!

Dabi held back a very evil laugh and started straight up ramming his dick into the kid, who he realized was very much not wet and horny- but that didn't stop Dabi. His cock was wet enough with precum and Shoto's drool and besides, he wanted the kid to hurt a little.

"But baby you feel so fucking good-" Dabi groaned, pulling up Shoto's butt a little more as the kid braced himself against the wall.

"Please it hurts-" Shoto sobbed, his voice being punctuated with each thrust Dabi forced into his tiny body.

"Mm- how bad does it hurt baby-" he managed to choke out, seconds away from cumming.

Poor little Shoto didn't get a chance to answer because Dabi picked up the pace even more, and his little sobs were too big and unsteady to let him speak and his brain was probably being scrambled by Dabi's big hot dick.

"Fuck Sho- fuck I love raping you- shit- fuck you feel so good-"

Shoto let out something between a sob and a moan and that was all it took for Dabi to nut in the little kid like there was no tomorrow, cussing loudly and squashing Shoto against the wall as all of his cum splurted out inside him.

"Fuck-" he said breathlessly, pulling his cock out of his baby brother.

There was some blood, and like last time Dabi felt a strange twinge of something other than mania, rage, or horniness (fucking weird), and he had no fucking clue how to handle it.

But Shoto looked so fucking cute, so confused and betrayed and cold, like a kicked puppy huddled against the wall, pants around his ankles and his uniform all messed up, cum and blood running down his little legs.

"C'mere baby," Dabi said breathlessly, even though he wanted to hurt him some more- care and destruction, ebb and flow. If he wanted to keep this up he had to be smart about it!

Manipulating a kid was easy but it still took leg work!

Shoto curled into his arms like a frozen kitten, which was very fucking reassuring to Dabi considering he'd just brutally raped him and betrayed every sense of safety the kid had for him.

"That's my good little boy...good boy Shoto...I got you. Daddy's got you."

Shoto was so confused. But he was finally being held...and it felt so nice.

He was so sad and so tired...

He curled into Dabi's arms, unable to stop crying. Dabi held him for a while before scooping him up and getting him in the tub.

Shoto felt like he wasn't quite there, like he couldn't exactly tell what was going on.

He just wanted to be good.

But Dabi was there to take care of him. And he trusted Dabi...right?

Yes! He was the only person who could take care of him!

Dabi washed him and fed him and got him to bed, kissed him on the head and left to do some work.

Shoto was too tired to cry anymore, and fell asleep.

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Dabi fiddled with his ciggie.

He couldn't quite figure out what he was feeling about Shoto, and it bothered him a little. It had something to do with hurting him and feeling...not 'up'...

Ah, well, that feeling wasn't as strong as his feelings of horniness and possessiveness, so he decided to wake the kid up and fuck him real nice before he had to go pay his dues.

"Hey kiddo! Wakey wakey!"

Shoto woke with a start- it was super fucking early (for Sho, for Dabi it was just kind of late) and the poor kid had school and everything last night, and that was before Dabi fucking raped him.

Not to mention Dabi was pretty sure he spent most of the night crying.

Hm. Horny.

"Daddy?" Shoto asked, as if he didn't remember at all how Dabi had treated him last night.

"Hey baby boy, I know it's early! But we gotta go somewhere today."

"But I have to go to school, or they'll take me away," Shoto said all sleepy, nuzzling his little face into Dabi's bare chest.

Fuck this kid was so good. Even though it killed his boner a little, Dabi honestly wondered if they were actually not related. How could he share blood with such a good little kid?

Enji was a piece of shit, their mom was a piece of shit - it made sense Dabi was their kid. But Sho? This little kid that just wanted to make him happy? Crazy.

But then, this helpless kid being all good and shit just made doing terrible and vile things to his little mind and body even more delicious. 

Shit maybe Dabi was just like the fucks who raised him. Ah well, that's on them right?! Definately NOT Dabi's problem.

"I told your teachers that you weren't gonna come in today, so you have all weekend. You're gonna go see Giran."

"Whose Giran?" Shoto asked, looking up at him. Dabi sighed and held him really tight.

"Giran was my daddy when I was a kiddo. Shiggy's too. He helped me become your daddy." He said, running his hand up and down Shoto's arm a bit.

It boiled his blood to have to give Shoto to that creepy fucking sadistic pervert for the weekend, but he'd needed Giran's help, or he'd never have won the case.

Besides, it would only make Shoto like him more when he got back. Shit, maybe he could even step it up and be worse to the kid and he would still thank him for being better.

"I wanna stay here with you," Shoto said, so quiet and so sad. It made Dabi so hard.

"Awe, baby, I want you to stay with me too. I want you to stay with me and be my little boy. All mine. My good slutty little boy." He cooed, entranced by the way Shoto blushed and curled up to him like being Dabi's was a fucking blessing and not a curse and a half.

"C'mere kiddo," Dabi said, sliding onto the bed and scooping the kid up onto his lap.

Shoto just let him move him around like a little doll and Dabi couldn't hold it in any longer. He pulled his little face in and kissed him, earning a surprised little squeak and a cute little heat coming to Shoto's face.

Luckily, it looked like the obscene amount of painkillers Dabi had forced down Shoto's little throat earlier were still doing their job, and the kid didn't seem to mind at all when he all but ripped off his All-Might pjs and pushed his horny ass cock under his crotch. It made him wonder...

"Can you do it all yourself kiddo?" He asked curiously, taking his hands off Shoto to light a fresh ciggie.

Shoto looked confused and sad for a second, but Dabi figured that was just from his big warm hands leaving his cold little body, because after a second he had that good ol' determined look on his cute little face as he reached his tiny hands down to guide Dabi's big hard cock into his own little hole.

Fuck! How cute! Dabi knew if he kept watching Shoto struggle to get it in by himself he would just nut instantly, so he leaned his head back over the headboard and concentrated on smoking.

"Daddy- please-"

"Don't you want it baby?"

"I want it daddy- please-"

"I know you can do it, Shoto. You're so strong! You're gonna be a hero right? Come on baby boy."

Dabi scrunched his eyes shut as he felt Shoto manage to work him in a little further. It was really actually impressive how far he was getting, you know, since he was just seven fucking years old. He was maybe halfway through his second ciggy when Shoto finally had him in far enough to mostly sit on his lap, humping and whining like a little dog.

"Fuck baby," Dabi said finally, flicking his ciggy toward the ash tray and grabbing Shoto's hips.

He wasn't really ready for the sight in front of him when he looked up- Shoto's little tiny face all flushed and needy, eyes lighting up at his touch, rocking back and forth as best he could on his big brother's hard cock.

"Shit- you're too sexy, kiddo. Makes me wanna fuckin kill you."

"Please-" Shoto whimpered, like it was the only fucking word he knew.

Dabi laughed and pulled him down further on his cock.

"Yeah, baby? You want your daddy to fucking kill you with his big fat cock? That's how you wanna go, little slut?"

Sho looked distracted, Dabi's words definately weren't registering in his little sex-addicted kiddy brain, but Dabi was having fun with the idea.

"Gonna fuck you to death kid. Hoe you so hard your little body just fucking gives up and then I'll keep fucking going. Nut in all your little holes over and over, maybe make some new ones to fuck-"

Shoto whimpered as Dabi got him all the way down and started fucking up into him, holding his tiny little hips as hard and close as possible.

"Yeah? You want that? Say you want it baby. Say 'want daddy to kill me with his dick'."

"I-"

Shoto's eyes were glazed over, Dabi's cock hitting the perfect spot inside him over and over, his thumbs squeezing his swollen wet clit.

"-want daddy-"

His words were cut off by another little whimper.

"Come on baby, you can do it."

"T-to kill me with his dick-" Soto said, getting out all the meaningless words as fast as he could before-

"daddy I'm gonna cum-"

"Hah, you really are a little hoe. Getting off to vile ass shit. Taking dick from fucking grownups. You wanna cum baby?"

"Yes please- please daddy-"

"Mmmm, hold it. Not yet."

Shoto scrunched up his little face like it hurt, tears coming out of his little eyes as Dabi kept fucking him and fucking him. It really was amazing how much dick this little kid could take. Maybe that was Shoto's quirk all along! 

"Please daddy- please-"

Dabi was going to play with him a little more, maybe not even let him cum at all, but then he remembered that he was taking him to Giran's, and he wanted Shoto to like him better than that creepy fuck. So he changed his mind a little bit.

"Ok baby-" He barely got the words out when Shoto came HARD, all shaking and whimpering and making Dabi want to fucking PLOW him, so he flipped him over and did.

"Daddy!-" Shoto squeaked as Dabi rammed himself back in to his hot, wet ass kiddie hole.

"You can take it little hoe. You can do it baby."

And Shoto did take it, magnificently, little overstimulated tears and all, body getting all bruised up on Dabi's big fat cock as he pumped into him over and over, impossibly deep in his tiny body, until Dabi fucked every bit of the hot cum in his balls up into his little brother's guts.

"Fuckin gorgeous," Dabi gasped, pulling his spent ass dick from Shoto's very abused cunt.

Fuck, and the kid had a whole weekendTM to get through as well.

The kid just whimpered for more, though, and wasn't happy until Dabi ate all the cum from his squirming little hole, getting him off again in the process and inadvertently making his own dick hard as fuck again.

"Only fair babydoll," he said, sitting up on his knees above Shoto's little head, tugging his face up by a fistful of hair.

The kids face was fucked out and hazy, covered in tears, and Dabi could have nutted all over it right then. But his therapist had told him to start working on practicing "restraint"- so instead of nutting all over his abducted seven-year-old kid brother's eyelashes, he VERY patiently waited for the kid to get him in his mouth and start sucking on his hard ass cock.

And instead of ramming his dick all the way down Shoto's little tiny throat, he let him slowly stuff his mouth bit by bit, trying oh-so hard to get it all in, just like before.

"You're so fucking cute. I could fucking eat you baby boy. Eat you the fuck up-"

Shoto whimpered a little, causing Dabi's dick to explode, weakly shooting whatever cum he had left into the kid's throat.

Shoto clung to Dabi's arm. It felt nice now. He was happy. He rested his head on his big brother as the train pulled out from the station. Dabi was distracted on his phone, but that was okay. Shoto was happy looking around from the safety of his arm. A lot of people smiled at him and he smiled back. The world was a nice place, wasn't it? The train ride soon ended, though, and Dabi looked upset.

"Okay kiddo. Time to meet Giran."

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Shoto held tightly to Dabi's hand as they entered the big apartment building. The towering gargoyles kind of scared him.

"Daddy I want to go home," Shoto said, very small and very frightened. Dabi just squeezed his fingers, looking dead ahead as if he was afraid too.

"Come on kiddo." He said, pulling him through the doors.

Shoto had been on an elevator before, but he couldn't remember where. It was a hospital? Something scary was happening. With water. He couldn’t really remember though. He started to panic, and the elevator suddenly pulled them all the way up.

Poor little Shoto was crying by the time they reached the top floor, and Dabi finally crouched down to face him.

"You can't do that, baby," he said, wiping away Shoto's tears. "Not here. You can cry at home. With me. Okay?"

Shoto nodded, sniffing back as many of his tears he could. He wanted to be good, even though he was so, so scared.

"Hey, Sho." Dabi said, giving him a little shake. Shoto looked up.

"I need you to do this for me, okay? Just get through this weekend. And then all the hard parts will be over. You will be mine. All mine. My good little boy. Okay?"

Shoto nodded- of course he would do it! He would do his best to be Dabi's good little boy-

Dabi stood up just as the elevator door opened. He looked scared but also brave. Shoto wanted to be like him-

What was happening?

"Hello Shoto. Do you know who I am?"

Time had jumped forward. Shoto looked around but Dabi was nowhere to be seen. His cold little hand closed around the hem of his shorts.

"Shoto." A hand pulled his chin, forcing him to face the man who was speaking.

"Do you know who I am?" The man was old. He had glasses and white hair that hung to his shoulders.

"G-giran?" Shoto guessed, trying to be brave. He wanted to be Dabi's good little boy!

"That's me!" The man said with a grin, letting smoke out through his words. Shoto coughed a little.

"But that's not what you're going to call me. I'm going to be your daddy."

"But Dabi-"

SMACK!

Shoto fell to the floor, clutching the stinging red mark on his little face.

"Who am I?" Giran asked again, standing up now and looming over him.

"Gir- ah!"

Shoto didn't have time to finish the word before Giran's boot kicked into his stomach.

"Who am I?" The question didn't sound angry at all, but Shoto was shaking.

"D-daddy-" he said, trying to keep his voice steady as tears started rolling down his face.

Did this mean Dabi was gone? What did Giran do with him?! Why was he gone???

"Crying already? We haven't even gotten started yet, little whore," Giran simpered, pushing up Shoto's face with his boot.

"Get up. On your knees."

Shoto scrambled to obey, too scared to even feel the pain. Giran just looked at him, smoking, for a long, quiet time. He was smiling and it scared Shoto.

"Open your mouth." He said, finally.

Shoto did.

"Stick out your tongue."

Shoto did.

It seemed like an eternity.

Giran just looked at him, circled around him, his bootsteps making Shoto flinch. Finally Giran stopped in front of him and crouched down to face him again.

By that time Shoto's tongue was dry and shaking from holding it out so long. Giran grabbed it and held it, pulling it out a little more and making Shoto accidentally whine.

"I'm going to hurt you. A lot. And if in your little tiny brain you start asking yourself why I am hurting you, I will tell you now," he said, running his thumb over Shoto's dry little tongue.

Shoto couldn't hold it much longer- he was going to gag and cough- his eyes widened in fear when Giran moved his cigarette toward his tongue, still talking-

"that it doesn’t matter," he said, pushing the lit end into Shoto's tongue.

Pain lit up his mouth, tears rolling down his face. Giran was still talking but Shoto couldn't really hear him through the fear.

"- because I’m not going to stop." He said. He pushed his thumb into the wound, making Shoto gag and cry harder, before pulling his face in to kiss him.

It wasn't like kissing Dabi. It wasn't like kissing Tomura- though it also set off all the alarms in his head- and it definitely wasn't like - who was it??? The safe person- the happy person- the person who didn't want to hurt him-

Shoto was panicking and he could barely see through the tears in his eyes. It was frustrating because he was trying so hard not to cry, though he couldn’t quite remember why he shouldn’t. His tongue was numb now, even though Giran kept pressing his over it, as if digging into the burn- but all the saliva made it feel better. So much so that he almost didn’t want the kiss to stop.

Giran pulled back and laughed at Shoto's almost-desperate little face.

"You dumb little cunt." He said softly, caressing the side of Shoto's face. It felt nice, and for a moment Shoto thought that maybe if he did all the right things it could keep being nice. Giran did make his tongue stop hurting, didn’t he?

"I'm going to hurt you so much. And you're going to love it."

Shoto was confused again. He blinked and found himself taking off all his clothes, folding them carefully. He was crying again. He wasn't sure why.

Giran came back into the room. Wasn't he just there?

Shoto was cold. He held back a little shiver.

Giran didn't say anything, he just circled him again.

Suddenly a cane smacked him in the back of the knees, hard. Shoto managed not to cry out, but he did stumble to the floor.

He moved to get up, but Giran's boot pressed on the back of his head, pushing him back down.

"Spread your legs."

Shoto was scared, but he did what he was told. Giran wouldn't hurt him if he did what he was told, right? Suddenly something long and hard pushed between his legs, and Giran guided it hard into his hole, making him whimper.

"Dabi really did train all of the fight outta you, didn't he? Or was that Enji?"

Shoto froze.

Enji!!!

Enji with his big mean hands and his big mean cock, all of the terrible memories pushing back into his brain, into his body-

"Yeah you remember," Giran said, pushing the cane into Shoto's hole further and further. Shoto tried not to cry from the pain.

"Good ol' Enji, your own father, fucking your dumb little baby holes over and over. I don't blame him, being a stupid little slut is all a bitch like you is good for. You should be happy he wanted to fuck your gross little kiddie holes. Otherwise Enji would have fucking killed you," he said, jamming the cane into Shoto's guts.

Shoto was crying now, and Giran was smiling.

"But you can’t blame him can you? Dabs was right. You're real fuckin cute when you cry."

"Please-"

"Please what little cunt?"

"Please stop it hurts-"

Slap!

"Listen bitch," Giran said, fucking him hard with the cane now, "I don't know or care how Dabi or Enji or fucking anyone treated your little slut ass, but you're mine now. Your little body belongs to me, and I'm gonna do everything I want to to it. I don't care how much you cry, don't care how much you scream."

Giran finally pulled the cane from Shoto's hole, leaking his blood all over. Shoto barely had time to gasp in relief from the cane being gone before Giran was on top of him, pushing himself into him.

By this time Shoto knew not to make any noise. But Giran went hard, and he didn't use the hole he'd already gotten wet with blood or precum- he shoved his hard cock as far as it would go into Shoto's little butthole, fucking him and fucking him until that hole was bleeding too.

Poor Shoto was crying tiny silent tears as Giran raped into him, forcing himself deeper and deeper into his body, and soon Giran decided to force noises out of him by pulling his weak little arms behind his back and twisting them, by pulling his head up as far as it could go by his hair, by shoving his fingers into his mouth and making him vomit on the floor as he fucked him.

"Are you ready little cunt? I'm gonna-"

Shoto woke up, hazy and groggy. He was in a room filled with red light, naked against the wall with his little hands in cuffs above him. He knew better than to speak or call for help, but even if he wanted to he couldn't- his throat was hoarse and dry as if he'd been screaming. He didn't remember screaming.

Very unlike his body, which was covered in all sorts of things. His holes hurt and oozed blood and cum, and as his body woke up all of the bruises and cuts on it started to hurt again. One of his arms hurt very bad and when he looked over it was very mottled and bruised. His face was sticky and dry and one of his eyes was stinging. He knew it was cum, but he didn't remember anyone cumming on his face.

The door burst open and a man came in, right up to him. Shoto was too afraid to look up for some reason, but the man pushed up his chin with the toe of his boot.

"Who am I?"

Shoto couldn't remember. He was so scared. Tears rolled down his face, making little clean tracks through the blood and cum and dried vomit.

"Who am I?" The man repeated, less patiently.

Shoto racked his brains and managed to blurt out "daddy!" before the man kicked him. The kick landed anyway, right under his ribs.

"Who am I?" He asked, as if he didn't hear.

"D-daddy-" Shoto gasped, bracing for a second impact. It didn't come, though.

Daddy crouched down and smiled a big wide grin at him.

"That's right," he said, cupping Shoto's face. Shoto was scared, but it felt nice to be held- he was so cold. And maybe since he got it right Daddy would be nice to him.

"And who are you?" He asked, his fingers slowly digging more and more into Shoto's face.

"Sh-"

SLAP!

"You are my stupid cunt. Say it."

"I'm your stupid cunt."

Daddy smiled a little, his fingernails pushing into Shoto's cheeks. Suddenly he let go and reached into the bag Shoto hadn't noticed. He hummed to himself a little as he pulled out a thick needle and a couple of shiny metal bits.

"If you squirm it will only hurt more, cunt." Daddy said, pinching Shoto's nipple. Shoto was too scared to move anyway. Daddy took the needle and lined it up.

"Awe, it's okay cunt. You can cry. I'm not gonna stop though," Daddy said, smiling a little at the tears that ran silently down Shoto's face.

It hurt so bad! He pushed the needle through Shoto's nipple. Shoto tried VERY hard not to scream, but he couldn't help crying harder. Daddy just laughed and shoved the metal bit through, letting the blood run down Shoto's body. He didn't hesitate to move to the other one, and that one hurt MORE.

Shoto couldn't see. His whole body felt cold and then everything was gone again.

Shoto opened his eyes, confused, dried blood smeared all over his chest and stomach and between his legs. His body was in so much pain.

"Daddy?" He asked into the darkness.

Giran laughed softly to himself. His stupid little cunt had done so well, but passed out during the second piercing. It made the third easier, and raping unconscious kids was one of his favorite things!!

He just couldn’t help himself. Once a kid started crying all he could think about was fucking them. Why, he had been able to use all of his holes over and over in the past few hours, edging himself as much as he could, mircilessly forcing his thick grownup cock into his kiddy holes over and over again. He did loose control once and nut in the slut, but he had more than enough time to get it up again before he came to.

His slut's poor little body probably hurt so bad!! But the party had only just begun. It was only the end of the first night!

He let his bootsteps announce his presence in the darkness, and relished in the tiny nervous noises coming from the kid he'd been raping.

"Who am I?" He asked when he was in front of him.

"D-daddy," the little whore answered, so very scared.

"And who are you?"

"Your stupid cunt," replied the brainwashed trophy child and cocksleeve of the number one hero. Giran grinned and crouched down.

"That's right. Now stupid cunt, I'm gonna give you some very pretty marks. And I'm only going to stop when I fuck you. So if you want me to stop, you're gonna have to beg very very nicely for me to rape my big fat dick into your little tiny cockhole, okay?"

The kid's lip trembled and he was definitely holding back tears.

"Answer me. If you want me to stop you have to beg me to rape you. Do you understand?" He said, lifting his tone like a hand.

"Y-yes daddy!!"

"Good." Giran said softly, pulling out his pocket knife.

"This is very sharp. If you try to squirm away you will only bleed more." He warned, twisting the chains that connected the kid's new piercings around his fingers, making him wince.

"Yes d-daddy-" the kid choked out, tears running down his face and blood running from his tiny nipples.

Giran was so fucking horny for this kid. Tomura and Dabi had been such a long time ago, and they'd been older when he got his hands on them. Shoto here though…Shoto was special. Only seven and already broken so prettily! Giran really wished he didn't have to give him back, but he knew that if he didn't he'd probably just end up going too far one night and actually kill the kid. Not that he wouldn't get off to the thought…but it would be a waste.

He grazed the blade over Shoto's skin and grinned at how well the kid took it, even though he looked so very scared. Without warning, he tilted the blade and swiped it, leaving a cut on his skin and stealing the air from his lungs.

"Very pretty," Giran murmured to himself, dipping the tip of the knife into the blood that ran down Shoto's body. He made another and then another, and by that time Shoto was crying for real. His sobs made Giran's dick leak.

He cut him again, deeper this time, and again- he couldn't wait for Shoto to start begging-

"Please daddy-"

"Please what, stupid little cunt?" Giran asked, slicing him again for emphasis.

"P-please rape me-" the kid begged, crying harder in defeat.

Giran grinned, and cut him again.

"Sorry cunt, you're gonna have to do better than that." He said simply, even though his cock was straining so fucking painfully in his pants. God did he want to be balls deep in this kid’s guts again.

"Pl-please daddy please- please rape me-"

"What?" Giran asked, pressing the tip of the knife into Shoto's side and making him jump and scream.

"Please! Please daddy please please please rape me please I wanna be good please rape me-" Shoto started rambling, and Giran finally smiled and slowed his torment.

"You want me to rape you, stupid little cunt?"

Shoto nodded in exhaustion, tears rolling nonstop down his poor little angel face.

Slap!

"Answer me when I speak to you."

"Y-yes daddy please I want you to rape me!"

"You want my big grownup dick in your tiny little kid cunt?"

"Please daddy I want it," Shoto begged, and Giran was really starting to believe him.

"Say you want my dick," Giran said, grabbing Shoto's face and squeezing it a little, getting some of his pretty pretty blood all over.

"I want your dick Daddy please,"

"That's all I wanna hear out of your little facehole from now on, got it?"

Shoto nodded hard, obviously scared.

"I- I want your dick Daddy please,"

Giran could fucking kiss this kid. Whatever the fuck Enji did to his brain to make him so fucking breakable?? Giran NEEDED the recipe. He could probably make this kid do anything he wanted.

He unhooked Shoto's handcuffs from the wall and tossed him on the mattress in the corner, yanking apart his legs.

Oh! His guts were still bleeding from the cane yesterday, and his little clit was still bleeding from the piercing he’d stuck through it- and STILL all that came from the bitch's little facehole was how badly he wanted Giran's dick. Well, that wasn't actually fair to say, because he was only saying that because he wanted the pain to stop. Which it wouldn't. But Giran didn't have to think about that!

Suddenly Giran had a very good idea.

He grabbed a vibrator and a harness, looping Shoto's cuffs over another wall hook so he couldn't run away. Not that he could probably run now anyway.

"You really fucking want my dick?" He asked, shoving the big plastic vibrator up Shoto's very abused hole. He had to push it very hard to get it all in the slut's little hole. It was probably too big a toy to fuck a seven year old with, but in the long run he was doing the little bitch a mercy- even though he was crying from the pain of his little walls getting all stretched and bruised.

Finally the whole thing was in, lodged into his little kid body all the way up to the base.

"I want your dick Daddy please," the cunt sobbed like a little broken doll. Which he was at this point.

"You're gonna get it all night." He said with a grin, strapping the vibrator in place and turning it on.

Oh! That kid's expressions were fucking DELICIOUS.

Speaking of delicious, Giran would be a fucking piss poor daddy if he didn't feed his stupid little cunt dinner!

He stood above Shoto and pulled out his cock, admiring the way the whore's bloody little body twitched and squirmed from the vibrator shoved inside it. He sighed happily and started stroking himself, even though he was already hard as a fucking rock and leaking all over.

"Look at it, cunt. You like it?" He asked, rubbing his precum all over.

"I- I want your dick daddy please-" his fucktoy gasped, though it was really more of a moan? Just how much of a cockslut WAS this fuckhole?

Giran grunted a little in satisfaction when Shoto's little body shook. Fuck, the kid was fucking cumming! 

A little beat up crying seven year old kid cumming hard on a huge vibrator, what a lovely sight!

"Such a fucking whore. You like this shit? You really are just a stupid little cockhungry slut. Bet your little kid hole feels so fucking wet right now." He rambled.

"P-please da-addy- r-rape me please daddy I want your- ah!" Shoto gasped as he came again, and Giran slapped him hard mostly just for the fuck of it.

"What do I want to hear stupid little cunt? I only wanna hear one fucking thing. I know you're just a dumb little fucking bitch but you can remember."

"I- i want your d-dick daddy- p-please-"

"That's better," Giran said. Shoto moaned from the vibrator in his little cunt and forgot to answer him, so Giran slapped him again. And FUCK if the bitch didn't cum again!

"Open your fucking facehole, whore," Giran said, grabbing Shoto's face and squeezing it open just in time for him to shove in his busting cock.

He pushed in further as he came, making Shoto choke. Some of Giran's cum came out the kid’s nose. Fuck it was so pretty! Giran was filming the whole thing of course, but he couldn't resist taking a few quick pictures of his new favorite boy.

He woke up from something splashing on his face.

"Open up little cunt. You must be thirsty."

He opened his mouth, his eyes too crusted over with tears and sweat to really open yet. The something was hot and salty and gross but he was too thirsty to care.

"You like that little cunt?"

He swallowed and the only thing his mouth would say was "I want your dick daddy please-"

His body hurt so much! His whole lower half was numb, and it wasn't until he shifted that he realized the vibrator was still going, lodged in his soaked hole. He was sitting in a puddle of blood and cum and pee.

"You want my dick, stupid little whore?"

"I want your dick daddy please-"

"You smell fucking disgusting." Daddy said, fitting something into his mouth. Daddy buckled it behind his head and he couldn't speak or open his mouth anymore.

Daddy unhooked his cuffs and dragged him to another part of the room. It hurt really bad but at this point he didn't have the energy to scream or cry. He was so weak. By the time they were across the room he couldn't even really feel his body anymore. His eyes finally opened though, and he saw Daddy turn on a hose and start spraying him.

He jumped a little from the water. It was cold! He didn't want to be wet, but it was nice not smelling his own blood and vomit anymore.

Daddy turned off the hose and grabbed his face. He pulled a pin on the side of the thing over his mouth and it opened.

"You want daddy's dick?"

He tried to say the words but he couldn't with the thing in his mouth, and he started to panic because be didn't want to be hit again!! But instead Daddy just shoved his cock through the thing and into his mouth, slowly and almost gently.

"You piece of trash. Little fuckmeat. That's all you're good for. Just something warm and tight and wet for people to shove their dicks into." Daddy rambled.

He tried to respond but his mouth was full of cock. He felt his body getting horny again which was terrible because he came so many times over the night he wasn't sure if he'd even live through another-

"Eat up slut," Daddy said as he started cumming down his throat. This time Daddy put his thumbs over his nose- but luckily he swallowed everything in time.

His stomach was too empty to let it come back up.

He felt so weak! He was shaking and fell to the floor after Daddy stepped back.

"See this is why I don't give kids pain meds. Dabi's got you fucking hooked doesn't he."

He tried to say the sentence again, but even with the door open the contraption in his mouth prevented him from talking. All that came out was a little groan.

"You don't even know what I'm fucking talking about anymore, do you, you dumb little fuckhole," Daddy laughed softly.

He tried again to answer him and say the words, tears coming from his face. He was so scared he was shaking. If he didn’t answer he would get hit!

"See this?" Daddy said, shaking a little bottle.

He tried to say the words again, but it was still impossible. Daddy kicked him and he fell down on the floor, too weak to get up.

He re-hooked his handcuffs behind his back and clicked something around his neck- a collar with spikes on the inside- and pulled him up to his knees again by the leash. It hurt really bad but he couldn't really cry anymore. His throat just made whimpers he didn't recognize.

Daddy got him up on his knees and shoved the toe of his boot between his legs. The bit of metal Daddy had shoved through his clit was bleeding and hurting again, but then again everything hurt right now.

"These are the pills Dabi used to give you. They're what's been making you feel so good. Making all the pain from grownups fucking your little kiddy holes over and over go away. You want them? You want it to stop hurting? Come here."

He tried to say the words again but he couldn't, so he tried moving- but his legs were too weak. He was just humping Daddy's boot at this point. Daddy grinned and angled his toe up more, digging the dirty toe into his raw, mutilated clit.

"You like that little slut? Keep going. If you get off I'll give you one."

He couldn't speak, but maybe Daddy would be happy if he did this!!! He was very weak, but he did his best, grinding his little clit on Daddy's boot. It hurt so bad. Everything was so confusing.

Suddenly everything flickered and he was cumming so hard it hurt, and he fell over- only to be yanked back up by the leash, spikes digging into his neck. His face was soaked with tears but he couldn't remember crying.

Daddy laughed a little and tossed one of the pills on the floor.

He dove after it and tried to get it off the floor but the thing in his mouth was making it impossible to lick up the pill. His hands were useless behind his back. He was so exhausted. He was trying so hard not to cry, scared of getting kicked again. So much of his body felt broken. He kept trying-

Suddenly he was in a different position, laying down with his hands above his head. He couldn't move his legs anymore either- not that he really had the strength to anyway.

There was a lot of noise in the room, but something was covering his eyes. Loud music boomed in the background.

"So he’s really seven?"

"Yup."

"That's so fucking hot."

"I can't wait to fucking nut in him."

"Go ahead," said Daddy, "he wants it. Don't you, little cunt?"

A boot made contact with his ribs and words blurted out from his mouth-

"I want your dick daddy please-" he said as fast as he could, coiling up as much as possible with his arms stuck above him, bracing for another kick.

Instead, a big pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back flat onto the floor where he was laying. Hot breath that smelled like alcohol covered his face and neck as someone very big and heavy got over him.

He was very scared, and he was still saying the words over and over but they wouldn't stop.

More hands grabbed his legs and cleared the way for the person on top of him to start forcing a hard wet dick into his sore hole. It hurt so bad, and he couldn't quite remember why. He wanted to feel good…he just wanted to feel good!

He kept begging and the man laughed, saying a lot of things he couldn't really understand. Everyone else in the room seemed really excited and happy. Dispite the pain and exhaustion, his hole started getting wetter and wetter as the man fucked into him.

Another cock pushed over his lips and someone told him to open his facehole. He replied with the words but as soon as his lips parted the cock pushed in. He did his best to suck it so the person wouldn’t get mad, but it was hard with how much his body was being jostled and shaken with the hard relentless thrusts of the huge man on top of him.

A hand grabbed his jaw and held him in place, letting the dick in his mouth start fucking into his neck.

"Fuck, I never raped a kid this young."

"Shit’s so good though-"

"Fuck him harder. Watch him fucking cum, little slut."

Something wet dripped down from above over his poor mutilated nipples, and someone yanked the chain attached to them. He felt a whimper bubble up from his throat.

"Fuck that felt good! Do it again, I'm gonna nut in his throat-"

It pulled again, harder, and that was all the warning he got before the cock in his neck burst. He managed not to choke on the hot cum being shot down his throat as it spilled out over his lips, which caused a very excited uproar from the people in the room. More wet stuff fell down on him.

"See? Told you he was the perfect fucktoy. Get in his ass next. I fucked it three times while the slut was out-"

He didn't get to hear what the other person said though, because the man on top of him moaned in his ear and came inside him, thrusting his hips a few more times as all of his hot thick cum oozed into his guts.

"These are nice," someone said, pulling fingers over the cuts on his skin.

He whimpered a little but soon there were hands on his body, dragging him forward. A hard dick pushed against his asshole and forced its way in. It hurt!!!

"I want your di-"

Again, his mouth was filled as soon as it was opened. A different cock forced into his face while the one in his ass started fucking him fast and hard. He felt a moan try to escape his cock-stuffed mouth. Someone's fingers pushed into his hole, playing with the cum inside, pinching his clit hard and pulling on the piercing, making him scream around the cock in his throat. The guy it was attached to moaned.

"Fuck, Gir, can I piss inside him?"

"Do whatever the fuck you want to him. Little slut's probably in need of a drink anyway. He's on a diet. Nothing but cum and piss."

He didn't really have time to freak out. The cock in his mouth changed its angle a little and suddenly his mouth was flooded with hot salty urine. He choked and sputtered as the dick pulled out a little, but he barely had time to catch his breath before it pushed back in, fucking his throat as piss spilled out around it. A hand wrapped around his neck and squeezed-

"Fuck the slut's cumming-"

"Shit thats hot!"

"You really got him trained-"

"He's such a fucking slut!"

The cock in his ass finally pulled out, followed by a puddle of cum. Something hard and cold replaced it, and someone was moving it around. The room filled with jeers and excitement. Another person got on top of him and fucked his hole, filling it with hard horny dick again. The thing in his asshole made it feel so much….different-

He came again, and the guy in his throat nutted before he could get ready. He choked up cum and piss. Everyone was talking but he couldn't figure out if they were talking to him or not. The person on top of him was fucking him too hard. It hurt so bad even though his hole was so wet with cum. He was cumming again. He was going to pass out. Wet stuff kept falling on him. The guy inside him added his cum to the mess in his guts. He was so sore! He kept saying the words but no one was listening. He just wanted it to stop, but they kept fucking him, taking turns in his sloppy bruised hole, filling him with load after load. He was going to pass out from all the raping when sudenly something licked his leaking cunt, making him jump. It wasn't a human tongue.

The thing licking his hole licked up the mess on his stomach- someone pulled off the blindfold and he looked down to see a huge dog climbing on top of him. He tried to close his legs in terror but someone was holding them open.

"Is it actually gonna fit? The cunts hole is so fucking small."

"It'll fit. Look at all the fucking cum in there."

"Good boy Fang. Good boy! You ready for some fuck? Yeah? You wanna fuck this little slut?"

One of the guys reached between the dog's legs and started jacking him off.

"I can't wait to see this little slut get raped by a fucking dog."

"I mean, he is a little bitch!"

"This is gonna be so fucking hot-"

He was so scared but he could barely move from the pain and the hands holding him down. He kept begging, saying the words to try to make it stop, but it only seemed to make everyone more excited. Daddy came over and kicked him hard in the stomach, making him curl over, but he was pulled on his back again by someone yanking on the chain from his piercings. He moaned in pain. Someone yanked the chain attached to his spiky collar, making him whine and bleed. Someone else shoved something under his butt, pushing up his hips. Everything was happening so fast-

"Go on Fang, good boy-"

He didn't have time to be scared. The dog was mounting him, all the guys praising and encouraging him, helping him line his huge penis up as he licked and sniffed his face.

"Go on boy, that's your little bitch now. Fuck him good Fang!"

The dog started humping him, his hard cock pushing around between his legs- someone grabbed it and guided it right into his wet hole, easing in the tip. It was so hard! He was crying and saying the words but someone grabbed his chin-

Slap!

"Shut up," Daddy said, yanking the chain from around his neck again, making the spikes dig in. He tried to be quieter but he was so scared. The big dog looked like he could kill him, drooling on his neck with his teeth in his face. He was fucking him now, pumping his long hard dick deeper and deeper into his body with each frenzied thrust.

"Looks like Fang likes 'em younger too! Look at him go! Good boy Fang, rape that little slut!"

"Shit he's really fucking him! That's so hot-"

The dog's claws were digging into his shoulders and he was drooling on his face. He kept trying to close his legs but people were pulling them open, making sure his hips were angled up as the dog fucked further and further into him. He could feel the dog's heavy balls slapping on his ass now. His whole stomach was bruised.

"Fuck, the little slut is finally bleeding!"

He wasn't surprised. The dog was so deep into him! It hurt so bad! He was going to pass out- the dog kept fucking and fucking into him. Someone yanked the chain and he cried out again, and the dog came, rutting his dick deep as he could into his body, holding it there as his cock swelled up inside him. Everyone was praising the dog and jacking off while he cried, trying not to whine and get his chain pulled again. He wanted it to be over!!! It felt like hours before the dog's cock finally deflated and pulled from him, and someone grabbed the chain from his nipples to pull him up. All of the pain he'd felt before was overcome by what he felt now.

"Fuck it ripped right out!"

And suddenly everything was dark.

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He was on a train. He couldn't really open his eyes all the way. His stomach was growling, but it hurt so bad he didn't even think to want food. Something wrapped around him.

"I got you kiddo."

The voice was familiar but he couldn't figure out where from. He didn't have the energy to be scared anymore. He passed out again.

"Baby, wake up. Here. Drink."

The same voice was attached to a man with big purple scars. He was familiar.

"Come back to me kiddo."

He opened his mouth as something pushed at it. He had to suck the dicks. He had to or else he would get hurt!

It wasn't a dick, it was a straw.

The first water he'd had in days slipped down his throat and made him choke.

"Easy Sho. Take it easy."

"...da-?" His voice was hoarse and barely scratched out.

"That's right kiddo. I'm your daddy. Come back to me baby."

Daddy!

Everything was gonna be okay. He wasn't sure why his body hurt so much, but it was going to be okay because daddy was here. The only person in the world who would take care of him.

"Good boy, Sho."

Shoto closed his eyes. Dabi was kissing him, slowly pushing his dick into his little hole. He couldn't really feel anything, and it was kind of nice even though something told him he should be very scared.

But daddy kept touching him gently and calling him a good boy… he just wanted to be a good boy…

"Good boy. Go on. I'll see you after school."

He felt so dizzy. It was so early that morning when Daddy held him on the train and now he was at school…but time didn't really make sense. His stomach hurt so bad. He felt so weak.

"Shoto?"

Ms. Midnight was talking to him, but he couldn't really answer. He was suddenly on the floor for some reason. Then he was moving so fast!!!

He threw up. It was all slimy and pale.

A hand in a rubber glove ran over his forehead. The voice was angry but he wasn't scared. A pretty man with a mask held his face into the light.

"Who hurt you baby?"

Everything was dark again.

Shoto woke up in the infirmary. Bright orange sunlight was coming through the window, and his arm felt crusty. The rest of his body felt very clean, though- in fact someone was still cleaning his hair-

"Ah! You're awake."

"D-doctor Kai?" Shoto asked, amazed his voice was working.

"Take it easy baby. You're okay."

Dr. Kai stopped cleaning his hair to come around and kneel at his bed. He was so pretty! Shoto wished he could figure out what was going on.

"I've got you hooked up to some fluids. You were very hurt and dehydrated. You probably are hungry- you passed out this morning in class-" Dr. Kai paused to rummage through a black lunchbox to hand him an onigiri.

"Luckily I brought kid-friendly lunch today-"

His laugh was gentle and he held the riceball for him while Shoto took little bites. It was really good and he realized he was STARVING.

"Easy, Shoto. It's not going anywhere. You can have as much as you like."

Shoto swallowed and suddenly he felt a big hot ball of tears form in the back of his throat. He started crying only to immediately stop and apologize, bracing for impact.

Instead the doctor’s warm hand gently rubbed his shoulder.

"It's okay. You can cry. Let it out. That's a good boy."

Soon he was crying hard in Dr. Kai's arms, holding onto him desperately. Dr. Kai comforted him and made sure he was warm. He fed him the rest of his lunch and some juiceboxes they had in the fridge. He washed all of the terrible things from his hair, until everything smelled clean and safe again.

"Shoto," he said, carefully, after all the tears were gone, "I need to heal your wounds with my quirk. Some of them are pretty bad. There is blood coming through your shirt."

Dr. Kai's voice sounded so gentle and caring. For some reason it made Shoto nauseous. But he wanted to make Dr. Kai happy. And Dr. Kai wanted to fix him. So Shoto nodded a little and took off his shirt.

When he looked down he felt very sick, and suddenly he remembered all sorts of terrible things- he was panicking-

Dr. Kai ran his hand over Shoto's forehead.

"Look at me baby. Look at me."

Shoto's eyes met his.

"Whatever happened is over. You are here. Safe with me. And I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you. The door is locked. It's just you and me. I promise I'll keep you safe."

Shoto was crying and it took a while for Dr. Kai to help him breathe again. He gave him some medicine to drink that relaxed him a little.

"I'm going to start healing you now, okay?"

The gloves came off his hands and soon his warm gentle fingers were moving across Shoto's chest, healing all the little cuts, healing his nipples, his bruises, the gashes in his neck from the collar. Each part he healed made the bad times seem a little further away.

"Okay. Based on…based on the nature of your other wounds, I'm guessing your stomach also really hurts."

Shoto blushed and nodded. His insides were so bruised he could barely move.

"Let's see if I can reach it externally," Dr. Kai murmured, gently placing his fingers below Shoto's belly button. His quirk flashed, leaving Shoto's tummy feeling much better and full of butterflies.

It was worse when he had to take off his messed up underwear so Doctor Kai could heal his butthole and the bleeding, infected piercing on his clit. Shoto did his best to hide the tiny orgasm he had when Doctor Kai flashed his quirk through the hole the piercing left, but he was pretty sure he noticed how wet he was.

"Okay! Good job Shoto. Very good. Is there anything else that hurts?" He asked.

"N-no," Shoto said, even though he didn't want Dr. Kai to stop touching him.

"Beautiful," the doctor said, reaching behind him to pull a big grownup-sized shirt from the locker behind him. It smelled like him, and unlike his own clothes, was clean and not all bloody. Doctor Kai helped him get it over his head.

"Okay Shoto. I'm gonna suggest you stay here until your family comes to pick you up, just to be safe. But before I even call them, I need something from you."

Shoto's heart raced a little too much and he nodded a little too quickly.

"I need to know who did this to you."

Shoto felt like crying again. Of course it wasn't something he could actually do. He really didn't want to disappoint Doctor Kai, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with a name.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember-" he said, choking back tears.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I'm going to make sure you're safe."

Dr. Kai held him tight until he felt calm again. He blinked and woke up curled around the doctor's arm as he sat next to the bed, typing on a computer with his other hand. Light from the afternoon sun was bleeding through the blinds on the window.

"Hey," doctor Kai said gently, pushing away his laptop, "you dad is coming to get you soon."

"Daddy…" Shoto mumbled distractedly, snuggling his face into Dr. Kai's warm hand.

He had to say thank you. He had to help Dr. Kai feel good. He started sucking on Dr. Kai's thumb, glancing between his legs. Shoto let out a little moan as he pulled Dr. Kai's thumb further into his mouth, wrapping his horny little tongue around it as he sucked. 

"Baby, I don't know if that's a good idea. You were very hurt."

"But you fixed me."

"I know baby, but- I don't know if it would be right-" he said, a bit distracted as Shoto maneuvered his fingers out of his mouth and down his tummy.

"Please," he begged, "i wanna be good."

"You are good, Shoto. You're perfect. You're good."

"I wanna be good for you."

The doctor sighed and closed his laptop, turning to face Shoto completely. He looked conflicted.

"When its with you I feel safe and happy. I wanna feel safe and happy." Shoto whispered.

Something in the doctor's face changed, and he opened his arms.

"Come here, sweetheart."

It was barely a whisper. Shoto scrambled to get into his lap, into his arms. The doctor held him very very tight, until Shoto almost forgot about sex completely. Then he brought Shoto's little face to his, examining him with a very pretty smile.

"You are so beautiful, Shoto. So beautiful and so good." Then he leaned forward a little to brush his lips against Shoto's.

In a moment they were making out, his kind grownup mouth devouring Shoto. It was so nice! Shoto's stomach felt like it was on fire and his little hole was leaking and begging. Doctor Kai pulled away just long enough to unbuckle his belt and get his dick out before he went right back to kissing Shoto. His cool hands pulled off Shoto's underwear and when Shoto moved forward he could feel the doctor's big, hard, hot cock against his wet little pussy.

"So good-" Dr. Kai gasped in between kisses, "-baby-"

"Please," Shoto pulled away enough to kneel on the chair, straddling Dr. Kai as best he could, holding his shoulders as the doctor ran his hot dick over his leaking seven-year-old pussy.

"Ready baby?" The doctor breathed, finally lining his cock up, now that Shoto's cunt was thoroughly coated in his precum, and his head was all slimy with Shoto's.

Shoto was too distracted to answer. Doctor Kai laughed.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay? Say okay for me baby."

Shoto still didn't hear him, too distracted by rubbing his wet slit over the leaking head of his dick.

"Shoto," the doctor said, drawing up Shoto's face with a finger. "Do you want me to fuck you baby? I need a yes or a no."

“Yes please,” Shoto blurted, nodding quickly, afraid his pretty, kind, grownup lover would change his mind.

Doctor Kai kissed him again and moved his hips under him, pushing the leaking head of his cock into his hot little hole.

“Good boy- you're so good Shoto-” the doctor breathed as he kissed all over Shoto’s neck and the bit of his shoulder his big t-shirt didn’t cover.

Shoto could only whimper in return, biting his lip, concentrating on the feeling of the Doctor’s big dick slowly filling him up bit by bit, driving all the scary memories out of his little head and replacing them with the feeling of being all safe in his lovely arms.

Doctor Kai kept kissing him and fucking up into him, slowly and gently, wiping everything from Shoto’s brain that wasn’t him. Soon they needed more though, and Doctor Kai leaned them forward onto the bed so he was on top of Shoto, repositioning his wet dick to slide back in-

"You're so good- so good for me Shoto- my good little baby boy-" For some reason Shoto felt himself crying, and Doctor Kai froze.

"Baby-"

"Don't stop please Doctor Kai please don't stop I want you-"

Doctor Kai kissed him and kept going, and so did Shoto's mouth-

"I want you- I wanna be good please- please make me good-"

"You are- fuck- you are good baby- so- unf- so good Shoto baby-"

Shoto was so wet that it was leaking out all over the bed as Doctor Kai fucked him.

He wanted him so bad! He wanted this kind pretty man to love him and fuck him and hurt him-

Suddenly Shoto was cumming, Doctor Kai fucking him hard and wiping away his tears, calling him a good boy, an angel- Shoto wrapped his little legs around Doctor Kai, pulling him closer as he kept fucking him.

"Please- please don't stop-"

"I'm gonna cum baby- fuck- you- you feel so good Shoto-"

Doctor Kai burst inside him, fucking him for as long as he could. As soon as he was filled all of Shoto's energy left him, and he barely felt Dr. Kai clean him up and give him more water, holding him tightly as he fell asleep.

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Dabi had been nervous all morning, trying to calm down with ciggie after ciggie. Something about the situation was fucking getting under his skin.

Maybe he just didn’t like knowing that that creep had been all over his boy, just like he’d been all over him all those years ago.

He’d decided over the weekend that he wanted to stop straight up raping the kid, but he failed almost as soon as Shoto got home. As soon as he saw his bruised beat up little body. As soon as he saw what Giran had done to him.

What the fuck was wrong with him??

What a fucking mess.

Anyway, when Sho's school called he nearly ran from the house. His stomach dropped as he was greeted by Shoto's teacher and directed to the infirmary.

But there was his precious little boy, good as new, looking a little too content all snuggled up in his hospital bed wearing someones big shirt.

"Hello. Mr. Dabi?"

Dabi glanced over to the man talking.

Fuck.

Dabi didn't really have an interest in anyone other than his kid brother these days, but damn this fucker was fine. He had one of those faces that was just, open looking? Like they were just waiting to get painted with all sorts of terrible expressions.

Dabi was a little distracted thinking of all the ways he would like to take this man apart when suddenly the man started talking again.

"Shoto came to school very hurt. I believe someone has been sexually abusing him."

Dabi gasped.

Doctor Kai glanced back to Shoto.

"Would you care to step outside so we can discuss this?"

Shoto's guardian nodded and followed him into the hall, glancing back at his kid. He reeked of cigarettes, and was covered in strange purple scars. But like Shoto, he had a very pretty face.

"Um," Kai hesitated.

Dabi held his gaze. Kai couldn't decide if he looked nervous or just concerned.

"I've asked him who has been hurting him, but he says he does not remember. This is common. However, while today was especially telling, it is not the first…instance Shoto has shown…sexual tendencies."

Dabi's eyes flicked over him in a way that made him nervous.

"I am concerned that it is someone close to him-" Kai pressed on, "a family member or a close friend-"

"I know who it was." Dabi said quickly, quietly. He seemed very upset.

He dragged his hand across his face, his gaze now fixed at the glass pane in the door as if he could make out Shoto's little figure through the frosting. He drew in a deep sigh, tears in his eyes and voice.

"It's his grandfather. His name's Giran."

Shoto hopped out of his bed and ran to hug Dabi.

"Hey kiddo! How ya doin."

"Okay daddy! Doctor Kai fixed me. He's really nice."

Dabi glanced at Doctor Kai, who ignored him and gave Shoto a big warm smile.

"You're free to go home if you want now, Shoto." Doctor Kai said.

Shoto really just wanted to stay here and have a threesome, but Dabi scooped him up.

"Whaddaya say kiddo. Ready to go home?"

Dabi seemed very happy on the way back. He was very gentle and kind with Shoto, and he even pulled him aside to talk to him once they got home, sitting him on the couch and kneeling by his feet like the first time he took Shoto home. Shoto blushed remembering how nice he felt that time. It was his first time orgasming, he was pretty sure.

"Baby, I want to apologize to you. Last night you were very sick and I didn't take care of you enough. I let myself get distracted by my memories and I didn't help you get better. Then I raped you and sent you straight to school with my cum leaking from your holes. I'm sorry baby. I'll do better."

Shoto was a little confused.

"But daddy I like going to school with your cum leaking from my holes."

Dabi took a deep breath.

"Look, kiddo. The whole time you were gone I was going crazy. I was really angry. And I realized that I wanna take care of you better."

Shoto wasn't quite sure what he was talking about, but he figured he meant while he was gone at school. Did this mean he wasn't allowed to go to school anymore??

"But daddy if I don't go to school they will take me away from you," he said. He didn't want to be taken away! He wanted to stay with Dabi!

"No I- shit. Ok. You are gonna keep going to school. I just think…"

Dabi scrunched his eyes shut like talking hurt him.

"I think we should stop having sex. I still love you. But I want to take good care of you- better care of you than anyfuckingone else."

Because that's what this was about. It wasn't Dabi getting soft or him being scared his impulsive decision to narc on Giran would come back to bite him in the ass, no- it was the fact that Dabi finally knew how to make his plan work, and it would be by convincing the world that he -a wanted murderer- was better at raising Shoto than fucking Enji.

"But you do, daddy! You already take really really good care of me," Shoto said.

"But Sho we're not supposed to be doing this. It's gonna mess you up."

Oh how the tables! Oh the pain of having a destiny to destroy your father and figuring out it meant raping your little brother less!

Shoto looked even more confused.

"Doctor Kai said I was good. I'm not messed up, am I daddy?"

"Oh, kiddo- you- fuck, this sucks ass. I wanna rail you so bad. But that doesn't matter. I want to give you what I didn't have as a kid-"

The hollow feeling he'd had all weekend fell through his stomach again as he felt those dumb ass words come out of his mouth.

He was beginning to realize he was scared. And had been for maybe his whole life.

Fuck! This was really giving daytime tv and he hated it! God it was so hard being better than everyone else! Fuck!

Dabi wasn't making any sense. Shoto was a little nervous at how he suddenly started acting like a different person, but he kind of stopped listening when he said he wanted to rail him. Shoto was horny again and he was thinking about how good Dabi's big hard dick felt inside him, how no one else in the world could make him feel the way Dabi could. Of how safe and good he felt when Dabi was fucking him. He thought of all the times they fucked and all of the orgasms Dabi had given him.

Dabi was still talking.

"Daddy?"

"-yes baby?"

"I wanna fuck. Please daddy?"

Dabi looked very upset for about three seconds, and then he nuzzled his face into Shoto's crotch.

Fuck! Why did all of his blessings turn into curses?

He let out a little groan which Shoto of course reacted to in the sexiest, lewdest way a seven year old kid could, and Dabi decided that since no one was looking, he could fuck his baby brother one more time. Right?

Dabi started slowly kissing his groin with big sloppy hungry wet kisses all over the crotch of his little school pants.

"Daddy! Y-you're getting them wet-"

"Mm, you're right-" Dabi said, pulling them down.

Since Shoto's underwear had been all bloody and messed up he'd left them off, so he was naked now except for the big hoodie Dabi had given him to replace Dr. Kai's shirt.

Because for some reason seeing that pretty bitch's shirt on Shoto made him mad.

Fuck the kid was so wet! He was literally leaking. Dabi slid his long creepy tongue into his little hole, making Shoto squirm and hold onto his head to try to steady him as he fucked his tongue into him, letting his nose rub over his little wet clit.

He was so easy- sex with other people was always weird and hard, but with Shoto it was like he actually wanted to see this kid cum, to see him having a good time. It was so fucking weird. It made him so fucking hard.

Maybe it was because he knew he was hurting the Shoto and the kid still liked it.

“D-daddy-” Shoto gasped, his little legs wraping around Dabi’s shoulders as his little hole was being eaten out by Dabi’s hot, hungry wet mouth.

It felt so good! It was making him so horny he could cry. He felt tears come to his eyes and he had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering.

“Daddy please-”

Dabi hummed in question, only making it worse-

His big hands wrapped around Shoto’s tiny butt and one of his fingers started slowly massaging his butthole, working it open with the extra spit and precum leaking out of Shoto’s hole. Bit by bit his finger pushed in, invading Shoto from every angle, working the kid's body until he was about to burst-

"Daddy I-"

And then Dabi stopped. He pulled away completely and sat back on the floor, taking in the sight of Shoto and his wet, gaping, begging holes.

Fuck!!!

He ignored the buzzing in his head and pulled out his dick.

"Daddy- daddy are you crying?"

"No," Dabi lied, stroking his hard, leaking cock.

"Daddy- please," Shoto begged, opening his little legs more.

"Fuck- shit Shoto god damn it-"

Dabi kept cussing as he lined his rock hard dick up with his little brother's hungry little hole and gave in to the feeling of pushing into him.

Fuck! Shoto was so hot, and his little hole felt like fucking heaven-

Shoto bit his little lip and wrapped his legs around Dabi as he pushed his big cock into him. Suddenly a weird look crossed Dabi's face.

"You like this baby? Like having my big grownup dick in your guts?"

Shoto nodded as Dabi thrusted into him.

"Y-yes daddy- it- it feels really good-"

"So if I make it fucking hurt you won't like it as much." Dabi said, a strange, wild look in his eyes.

He grabbed Shoto's ankles and started banging into him, fucking him hard and fast as he could-

"D-daddy!-" Shoto gasped.

It felt so good! Dabi was so deep inside him!

He fucked him harder and harder, grinning over the little tears that came from Shoto's face. He only looked a little disappointed when Shoto started cumming hard.

"Fuck- baby-" Dabi reached for Shoto's throat and started squeezing as he fucked him harder, abusing his little overstimulated seven-year-old cunt. He railed him like a fucking madman, so hard his dick was starting to hurt- but that was probably mostly just from trying so hard not to cum in his little brother.

Fuck! Fucking him felt so good!

He squeezed Shoto's neck a little harder, trying to I don't know, scare him into hating it? But the little slut just started cumming again, all whimpers and blush over his tiny little tear-streaked face.

It felt so good! Shoto always felt the best with Dabi, but this was the best Dabi had ever made him feel. He couldn't stop cumming. Dabi finally nutted in him, balls blocking off his holes so it had no where to go except all up in his little guts.

"D-daddy-" Shoto whimpered, holding as tight as he could onto him.

"Daddy-" he didn't even have words for how good it felt!

He felt like all of his little body was Dabi's and Dabi's alone.

Dabi deflated defeatedly on top of him, curling up with him on the couch.

"Daddy you're crying again," Shoto said, wiping away his tears.

Dabi just grabbed his face and started kissing him, shoving his hungry tongue into Shoto's mouth.

"Fuck baby- you're a fucking freak," he said finally, pulling away.

Did that mean he didn't like him anymore???

"Is that bad Daddy?" Shoto asked nervously, curling up on his chest.

"No- no, fuck. It's uh. It's a good thing. Fuck. God I never wanna stop fucking you."

Shoto smiled, snuggling his face into Dabi's warm skin. He hoped he never would!

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Shoto slipped out from under Dabi's sleeping arm. His daddy was so pretty and warm! He almost didn't want to leave.

He crept over the mess that covered Dabi's floor and tiptoed through the hall, skillfully avoiding the creaky parts of the floorboards.

Tomura's door was cracked open, and Shoto slipped inside.

"Shoto," Tomura whispered, pulling him into his arms.

They couldn't talk much or else they would wake up Dabi, and then Dabi would find out they were still fucking even though he had forbidden them from fucking (because for some reason Dabi thought it was abusive.)

But Shoto loved having sex with Tomura! And it was kind of fun doing it secretly!

They came up with all sorts of secret places and ways to have sex. Sometimes he would pretend to be sick so Dabi would let him stay home from school just so he could fuck Tomura. He didn’t like doing that too much though, because he was afraid of getting taken away if he missed to much school.

Other times he pretended to go take a nap and Tomura would go pretend to play video games- except they were actually fucking. Sometimes they got to kiss or hump each other really quick while Dabi wasn't in the same room. Of course, most of it was sexting. Shoto would run to the bathroom in the middle of the night and put his little fingers in his tiny kiddy hole and send pictures to his pedo boyfriend, who was in his room stroking his big grownup cock to them, encouraging him, calling him oh so sexy, sending the kid back pictures of his own leaky mess.

But nights when Dabi was really drunk were perfect, because Shoto could actually sneak out and into Tomura’s room so they could really have sex!

Tomura pulled him in for a big wet kiss, mouth moving hungrily down Shoto’s jaw and over his little neck as he pulled off his clothes.

It wasn’t fast enough for Shoto, though. Dabi had been too drunk to fuck him properly and passed out halfway through, leaving his seven-year-old little brother so horny and desperate. He let out a little whimper, reaching beneath him to pull out Tomura’s cock, running it over his naked little wet ass pussy.

Tomura moaned and helped Shoto get him inside.

It felt so good! So good when his big hot cock rubbed over his little hole, working in the fat head, slowly making its way into Shoto’s little pussy bit by bit, stretching him, pushing into his body. Tomura turned with him and laid him on his bed, getting over him for better leverage, pulling up his little legs so he could fuck deeper into him.

“To-mura-“ Shouto gasped.

“Shh,” Tomura said gently.

Poor little Shoto couldn’t hold back his whimpers though, and Tomura had to put a hand over his mouth. He rested his forehead on Shoto’s and fucked him even harder.

Shoto could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. His whole butt was wet with his slick and Tomura’s precum.

Tomura just didn’t stop. Shoto was definitely going to be bruised tomorrow, although he was getting used to having his little kiddie insides pounded by big hard grownup dicks and whatever toys and hard objects he could fit inside himself.

Finally Tomura came, pushing even harder into Shoto, making sure as much of his hot fuck juice as possible got into Shoto’s little body.

Shoto hobbled back to Dabi’s room, trying very hard not to leave a cum trail. But if you used a black light you could definitely see a little path leading back and forth from Dabi’s room to Tomura’s.

Though he loved having sex with his boyfriend, Shoto was having a hard time cumming with Tomura- so these past few weeks he’d just basically been edging in between getting railed by his big brother.

He curled under Dabi’s arm again, nice and warm, and hopelessly tried fingering his little cunt.

He froze when Dabi stirred. What if he found out?!?!?! No matter how many times Tomura said Dabi was just joking, Shoto was pretty sure Dabi would actually set his boyfriend on fire. So his little heart nearly stopped when Dabi let out a sleepy moan and pulled him closer, one hand running down his stomach-

“Fuck you’re wet-“ Dabi mumbled into Shoto’s hair.

Shoto let out his breath. Dabi was still too drunk to realize his baby brother’s little hole was leaking with his roomate’s cum.

But Shoto didn’t have room in his head for worrying any more. Dabi’s fingers were slowly fucking him, sliding easily in and out of his stretched, fucked out, oozing hole.

“please- daddy-“

Dabi laughed softly into his hair.

“My little slut,” he said, voice half asleep and horny. Shoto held onto his wrist, frustrated that there wasn’t enough friction-

And then suddenly Dabi was asleep again.

Poor little Shoto tried as best he could. He spent all night trying, even concentrating as hard as he could on Dabi’s body against him, imagining he was telling him to cum, but it still didn’t work.

Finally Dabi woke up, but he’d overslept and they were late! He tossed Shoto some poptarts and helped him pull on his clothes, nearly dragging him out the door so he could get him to school.

School was terrible. Not in the way it had been (the kids who had been teasing him had suddenly stopped and seemed scared of him since he told Dabi about it? Strange)- but in the way that he had to sit through class without rubbing his pussy that was still leaking all over the place. He was almost scared someone would notice, but then also he really didn’t care. He was too horny.

As soon as he had a minute between classes he rushed to the infirmary.

“Shoto-?”

Doctor Kai closed the door behind him and watched as he hopped up on the table.

“Shoto what’s wrong, are you okay?” The doctor asked, coming a bit closer.

Shoto shook his head, on the verge of tears.

“What’s wrong sweetheart,” Dr. Kai asked, crouching down in front of him.

“I’m really horny.”

“Ohhh- oh, okay baby-“

“Please-“

“Shh- okay-“

Doctor Kai locked the door. Shoto had his pants off by the time the Doctor turned back to him.

“Woah you’re- you’re really wet-“

“please-“

Doctor Kai held Shoto’s little scrawny knees and leaned forward to lick up all the juice in his hole. His tongue slid into him and licked up inside his tiny hot little pussy, out and up over his clit.

Shoto was still crying, but now because it felt so good and he was so horny-

Knock knock knock!!!

Doctor Kai nearly jumped, pulling his face from Shoto’s seven-year-old crotch.

“Oh goodness, I didn’t realize it was locked! Two seconds, my hands are full!” Doctor Kai sang in a pretty voice, helping Shoto pull his clothes back on. He kissed Shoto’s crying face and helped him hide before opening the door.

“Ms. Midnight!”

“Have you seen Shoto?”

“Is he missing??”

“He’s late for class, and I know he sometimes comes here to see you.”

“I haven’t seen him,” Dr. Kai said, shaking his head sadly, “but I’ll help you look-“

“No. Stay here in case he comes to visit you.”

Shoto was still crying little (now frustrated) tears of overwhelming horniness as Doctor Kai ushered him silently from the room, telling him to go hide in the bathroom on the second story before Ms. Midnight got there.

The bathroom!

Shoto hurriedly closed the stall door and pulled out his phone with shaking little fingers.

“Daddy im so horny” he texted, sitting on the toilet and pulling his pants down.

“fuck baby im sorry lol wish I was there 2 fuk u”

"please please please help me cum daddy"

"when ur in school bb? ofc"

The next message was a picture of Dabi's hard, leaking dick.

Shoto had barely gotten his little fingers inside his aching hole when-

“Shoto?”

Shoto accidentally let out a whole ass groan. Mostly of frustration.

“Shoto are you okay? We couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Shoto’s mind raced. Shoving his phone back into his backpack and wiping off his hand, he came up with a plan.

“I threw up.”

“Oh, Shoto, that’s okay. Open up, let me help.”

Shoto sniffled and got his clothes back on as quickly as possible before opening the door.

“Oh, look at you, all messed up and sweaty. Maybe we should send you home,” Ms. Midnight said, a concerned wrist on his slimy little forehead.

They did send him home since another kid was in the infirmary. Shoto wanted to be jealous but he knew he had a better chance of actually getting off at home with Dabi.

Unfortunately, Dabi wasn’t home.

Tomura picked him up and they stopped in an alleyway to make out. It was so hot! Shoto loved it when Tomura kissed him in public (or as much in public as he could).

“Please fuck me Tomura,” he begged, still so horny and frustrated.

Awe! The kid was so fucking desperate. As if a messed up sexy little seven year old wasn’t already Shiggy’s most precious wet dream, Shoto just wouldn’t stop begging him for sex.

Shiggy did want to rail him in this gross alleyway. He wanted everyone to see!

But he also didn’t want to go to jail.

“I’m sorry Shoto. We have to wait until we’re home, remember?”

Shoto rested his teary little face on Shiggy’s shoulder.

He got him home, where suddenly the kid’s frustration turned into excitement, and he’d barely closed the door behind them when Shoto grabbed his hand and all but dragged him to the couch where they’d fucked the very first time <3.

He knew he wasn’t being good enough to Shoto, deliberately not letting the kid get off. Part of it was the fear of the inevitable, and part of it was well, this.

Shoto dragging him to the couch and scrambling on top of him, wet little hole leaking through his pants as he hurried impatiently to free Shiggy’s cock.

It was so fucking cute, this little kid had him hard as a rock. Should he give it half an effort and let him cum?

The poor kid worked so hard, fitting himself over Shiggy’s big grownup dick, stuffing his sweet little kiddy pussy with it as best he could. He inched down bit by bit, begging and crying, finally getting it all in, humping him like a little bunny in heat.

So fucking cute. It took all of Shiggy’s energy not to cum as his seven-year-old girlfriend squeezed his cock, rocking back and forth and trying so desperately to cum.

Shoto was exhausted. He’d been edging for nearly two days straight and still hadn’t been able to get off, and when Tomura finally came inside him he practically gave up, flopping down on his chest.

“Is it time for a break, darling?” Tomura asked, something playful in his voice that Shoto was too beat to decipher.

He let out a little moan and Tomura laughed softly, pulling Shoto’s poor abused body off his cock.

He wanted to cum so bad!

He let Tomura gently clean him off and feed him and put him to bed, giving him a little kiss on the head. Exhausted and sad, Shoto finally fell asleep.

Something was pressing on him, threatening to crush him-

Shoto’s eyes flew open and a hand pushed over his mouth. The fear in his eyes evaporated immediately when he realized it was Dabi!

“Shh, don’t scream baby-“ Dabi said with an evil glint in his eye. Shoto wanted to explain that he most definitely wouldn’t, but Dabi didn’t give him the chance. His hand stayed over Shoto’s mouth while the other rummaged between his legs, roughly shoving his big hard dick into Shoto’s aching, still wet pussy.

It was too much! Too fast! Dabi raped his thick hot dick into Shoto’s little hole, fast and hard and silent, making it all the way inside to demolish his guts. Shoto was shaking, it felt so good to have his big brother’s cock back in his hole! He was finally-

Shoto was cumming in a matter of minutes, little kid body all hot and twitching or whatever with pleasure. Much to Dabi’s amusement, who kept right on fucking him even after the kid passed back out. The fucking hottest part was that the little kid came twice more even though he was passed out. Little Shoto all trained, huh? Damn Dabi really knew how to do his job. Though, right now, balls deep in his kid brother's cumming, unconscious, wet ass pussy, he couldn't really remember what his job was to begin with.

What a cute little fucktoy, so horny all the time, just begging for it and begging for it. Part of him was sad the kid passed out already, but he honestly kind of enjoyed raping an unconscious seven-year-old, now that he was doing it. All the floppiness and tininess that he loved about his little brother since the very first time he forced himself inside him was even more apparent, though he had to admit, he was kind of addicted to the little hoe being awake and a desperate, clingy little cumslut.

The fact that Shoto would probably be delighted that his big grownup brother continued using his little whore body long after he passed out is what spurred Dabi on, balls slapping wetly against the kid’s tiny butt, a little lost in watching his cock get swallowed up again and again by the criminally underage hole he was fucking it into over and over and over and over.

It was that thought and the sight of Shoto so helpless under him that had him nutting all up in Shoto's little hole.

He collapsed on top of Shoto, passing out himself, only just after he heard Shoto murmur a tiny whispered I love you daddy.

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Shoto pouted awkwardly on the edge of the playground, glancing nervously back at Ms. Midnight.

She’d noticed he would shy away from the playground during recess, and was trying to encourage him to join the other kids.

Shoto didn’t mind playing outside, but he was very sad that he would be missing the opportunity to get railed by the pretty doctor while everyone was busy.

So he was sitting quietly on the plastic border where the woodchips started when he was greeted by a nervous looking kid with messy green hair.

“Hello Shoto,” the kid said nervously. Shoto looked at him wide-eyed, trying very hard to figure out who he was.

“My name is Izuku,” said Izuku, sitting down next to him, “but lots of people call me Deku.”

OH! That made sense. Shoto was definitely sure he remembered the mean boy in class yelling about Deku all the time. Why didn’t Shoto remember much of class ever? Was he doing well in them? He really hoped so, he wanted to do good in school so that they didn’t take him away from his daddy.

“Did your quirk happen yet?” Izuku asked. Shoto thought very hard, before giving him a shrug.

That answer seemed to make Izuku happy.

“Do you wanna be friends?” Izuku asked, grabbing Shoto’s hands in his.

“I never had a friend before,” Shoto said, hesitant, “I don’t really know how.”

“It’s okay! I’ll show you how to be friends,” Izuku said simply, still holding Shoto’s hand.

Izuku seemed really nice, and he looked very kind, which made Shoto feel safe. There was also something familiar about him that made Shoto feel like he would understand him in ways the other kids didn’t seem to.

“Okay,” Shoto said, excited little butterflies in his stomach. He hoped he remembered this. He hoped he remembered Izuku, with his bright floofy green hair and his freckles and his big green eyes in the sunlight, and how he wanted to be friends with him.

Izuku got up, still holding Shoto’s hand.

“Come on!” he said, happily. Shoto followed him across the playground toward the big bushes on the other side. There was a little hole in one of them and Izuku slipped inside, like a little bunny. Shoto followed him.

When Shoto stood up inside the bush, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness, Izuku had taken off his backpack and was struggling out of his All-Might t-shirt.

“You can put your clothes on top of mine if you want,” Izuku said. Shoto nodded, a little confused, folding his own clothes he took off and putting them instead on top of his backpack.  

Were they going to have sex?

“This is what friends do,” Izuku explained, standing a little nervously near Shoto, “my best friend Kacchan taught me."

Shoto smiled, a little excited. If this is what friends did, it was going to be easy! Shoto was good at sex, so he would be good at having friends! But he still wasn’t sure that that was what Izuku was talking about.

“Um- what do you and Kacchan do next?” he asked.

“Usually he hurts me,” Izuku said, seeming a little confused.

“Oh,” Shoto said, his heart sinking a little, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Oh-“

They stood next to each other, awkwardly.

“Can- can we still be friends?”

Izuku thought for a while.

“I think so,” he said.

Shoto chewed on his lip. He was horny now, and he was pretty sure Izuku was too.

“Do you like having sex?” Shoto asked, still wondering if that’s why they were naked.

Izuku blinked at him.

“What’s sex?”

Shoto was a little confused. Why didn’t Izuku know? And if he didn’t why were they naked?

“Sex is when you and someone takes off your clothes and you touch each other.”

Izuku thought for a moment, and then dove into his backpack to pull out a worn notebook and a pencil. He started writing and then looked up at Shoto.

“Does it hurt?”

“Um- it depends, sometimes it hurts in a way that feels nice,” Shoto said, kneeling down next to him, careful of the sticks on the ground.  

Izuku nodded, writing very quickly. He flipped through his pages and started murmuring. Shoto couldn’t really hear him, but he was pretty sure he was comparing what Kacchan did and what Shoto told him.

Suddenly, Izuku looked up, a determined look on his face. Shoto waited.

“Will you show me?” he asked, holding up his book.

“Show you what?” Shoto said, confused.

“The difference. Between hurting and sex.”

OOOH. So Izuku did want to have sex. Shoto was happy again because finally Izuku was talking about something he understood again, and he hoped it meant they really could be friends.

“Okay,” Shoto said, thinking hard how to make it work.

He took their jackets and spread them out on the ground so it was softer. Izuku watched with great interest.

“Usually- usually I have sex with grownups,” Shoto explained.

“Oh,” Izuku said, thoughtfully, then quickly scribbling down another note.

“Okay sit over here,” Shoto said, gently patting the little bed of jackets. Izuku scrambled over, notebook in hand.

“Um…usually- usually people start with kissing. Do you wanna kiss?”

Izuku seemed very confused, but he said okay and gave Shoto a little kiss on the cheek. Shoto laughed.

“No, like a grownup kiss.”

“Will you show me?” Izuku asked, interested. Shoto nodded, still smiling, and took Izuku’s face in his hands. His face was very soft and nice. Shoto leaned forward and very gently started kissing him on the lips, gently nudging Izuku’s open, slowly letting his tongue wander into Izuku’s mouth before breaking away.

Izuku’s face was very red, but it made him look even prettier, especially with his soft lips all wet and open a little.

“Do you like it?” Shoto asked a little nervously when Izuku still didn’t say anything. Izuku nodded very quickly though.

“Yes! Can- can we do it again?” Izuku asked.

“Okay,” Shoto agreed.

It was really nice kissing Izuku, even though he missed his daddy and Dr. Kai and Tomura. But Shoto wanted friends too, and he wanted to be friends with Izuku- especially if it meant they could kiss and have sex together. It would be fun to fuck someone his own age too!

They kissed for a while, naked and sitting on their jackets, Shoto having to break the kiss and giggle a shh to Izuku so no one would hear his little moans coming from inside the bush. They kissed and kissed until they heard everyone get into class groups- when they scrambled as fast as they could to get their clothes back on and hurry out from under the bush.

They agreed to come back to the bush tomorrow so that they could kiss more and Shoto could show Izuku how to have sex. Then they ran off to their classes with all the other kids.

The next day Shoto found Izuku waiting excitedly by the bush. They crawled under and eagerly started making out.

“Do you still wanna know-“

“Yes!” Izuku said, face all red. Shoto smiled back, stomach all fizzy feeling, and they put their jackets down again. Izuku seemed to get nervous every time Shoto touched his skin, though, so Shoto decided to show him a different way.

He scooched a little away from Izuku on the jackets and sat with his legs open.

“See?” he said. Izuku looked at Shoto’s hole. It might have still been leaking some of his daddy’s cum from that morning when he fucked him on the table, getting cheerios everywhere. Izuku seemed very interested, though.

“That’s where Kacchan hurts me. He says he has to or else his dick will explode,” he explained.

Shoto was a little confused about that, but now that his legs were open and Izuku was there looking into his messy hole he was getting very horny again, and he also wanted to be able to show Izuku what sex was before recess was over, because he wanted to be friends!

“It can feel really nice here too though,” he said, using his little fingers to open his hole a bit.

“Did someone put their dick in you?” Izuku asked, pointing at the bit of cum that leaked out.

Shoto nodded.

“And it didn’t hurt??” Izuku asked, wide eyed.

“It felt really nice. I like it when my daddy fucks me.” Shoto said, thinking about it happily. He was glad he could remember all the times Dabi fucked him. They were all nice. Right?

“It can feel nice without a dick too though,” Shoto explained, “like this-“

Shoto started slowly rubbing his little pussy, going in little circles on his clit.

Izuku’s eyes were wide and his face was red, but he still watched intently, learning all he could.

“Try it on yours,” Shoto said, wanting his friend to feel nice too.

Izuku was shy, but his determination won out. He sat back and opened his freckly legs, only hesitating a little before he started to touch his own little pussy.

It was really sexy watching Izuku masturbate. He was unsure at first, but soon it started to feel good for him too, and his little hole started getting really wet. Shoto showed him how to use his precum to rub all over his clit, and then how to use his fingers to go inside himself.

Maybe it was because he was still full of his daddy’s cum, but to his surprise, Shoto started cumming. Izuku looked scared at first but relaxed again when he realized that Shoto was just feeling really good.

“Keep going,” Shoto encouraged him, “cumming feels so nice!”

Izuku was determined, but seemed to be having some trouble.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Shoto asked.

“Y-yes please,” Izuku breathed.

So Shoto sat next to him and gently kissed him as he fingered his wet little hole. Finally Izuku started cumming, his very first little orgasm. He was so excited! Shoto was so happy for him!

They had to hurry back to class, but Izuku asked if Shoto wanted to come to his house that weekend to hang out and have more sex. Shoto nodded happily.

“A friend?” Dabi said, chopping up some carrots, “Like a kid from school?”

“Yes. His name is Izuku. Can I please please please go to his house tomorrow?” Shoto asked, his eyes almost eerily big and shiny. Damn the kid was too cute. And sexy. Fuck, now Dabi was hard.

“I don’t know baby, I never met his parents or anything.”

“You can meet them when you take me there,” Shoto said, sliding the construction paper on which Izuku had written his address and his mom’s phone number.

“Hmmm. Eat your snacks. I’ll call her and think about it.”

Shoto sat down obediently and ate his food, pulling out his homework.

Dabi was glad he had a friend. Kids were supposed to make friends, right? It would help his plan. He was just worried about Shoto’s safety, you know? Didn’t want him getting messed up by some fucking perverts or anything. Dabi didn’t have a lot of lines but one of them was definitely being cucked by strangers.

Shoto nearly bounced all the way to Izuku’s house, holding tightly onto Dabi’s hand.

“You’ve got your phone, right? And if anything at all happens you call me and I’ll come get you.”

“Yes daddy!”

“And don’t cuss around Izuku or his mom or tell them we fuck.”

“Yes daddy!”

“Are you wearing normal underwear?”

“Yes daddy!”

Dabi sighed and ruffled Shoto’s hair before knocking on the door.

Shoto had about five seconds to take off his shoes and say hello to Ms. Midoriya before Izuku grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him upstairs to his room.

"Was that your dad??" Izuku asked excitedly.

Shoto nodded.

"And he puts his dick in you??”

Shoto almost nodded but suddenly remembered his promise.

“Um- do you wanna kiss?”

Izuku dropped all interest in Dabi and nodded excitedly. He invited Shoto up into his bed, where they made out until they heard Dabi leaving.

“I can teach you more about sex now if you want,” said Shoto.

Izuku nodded eagerly, even though he was all distracted from kissing. The two kids took off their clothes and sat on the comfy bed. Izuku seemed nervous and held on tight to his All-Might plushie.

Shoto thought for a little while. It was weird without a grownup, but it was also kind of exciting and fun to be able to try out things with another kid his age.

“Some- sometimes the grownups I have sex with kisses me here,” Shoto said, gesturing to his crotch. Izuku’s eyes widened.

“I really like kissing,” he said thoughtfully.

“It feels really nice! Do you wanna try it?”

Izuku thought a little and then nodded. Shoto crawled toward him, a little nervously, and gently put his hands on Izuku’s knees.

“Okay, open your legs so I can kiss you.”

Izuku did, holding his plushie a little tighter.

Shoto was nervous, but Izuku was really pretty, and ever since he saw the little green-haired boy cum he wanted to see it again- the way his face got all red and desperate, the little moans he made. It made Shoto really horny for some reason.

He scrambled down onto his stomach and gently ran his hands over Izuku’s thighs like Dr. Kai did sometimes. Izuku giggled a little and Shoto got closer in.

Izuku’s hole was so tiny, and Shoto realized he was starting to get wet. It was really warm in between his legs, too. Shoto nuzzled his little face in, making Izuku giggle more. The giggles stopped when Shoto started licking his pussy, but when he glanced up he knew it was okay. Izuku’s face was so pretty! He leaned back against the headboard and squeezed All-Might a little harder. So Shoto kept going, running his tongue over Izuku’s tiny little clit, pushing it as far as he could into Izuku’s hole as the little green-haired boy squirmed under him.

“Sh-shoto- that feels so- so weird-“ Izuku breathed, dropping his plushie to rest his hands on Shoto’s head. Shoto brought a hand from Izuku’s thigh up to his now-dripping hole, and slowly started playing with it. When Izuku whimpered more desperately, he tried slowly pushing one of his little fingers inside.

It was so small inside Izuku! And so warm and wet! He started fingering him as gently as he could, not wanting to scare or hurt his friend.

Izuku didn’t last long. Soon he was cumming all over Shoto’s hand, pulling him up to kiss him more.

It was so good watching Izuku get off! But it made Shoto so horny! He was sitting up now, making out with Izuku again, so he held onto his friend’s waist and slowly laid down until Izuku was on top of him, their naked bodies pressed against each other. He could feel Izuku’s warm, wet hole on his groin and it was making him blush really hard for some reason.

“Shoto,” Izuku said, looking down at him, “I’m really glad we’re friends. I really like having sex with you.”

“I – I really like having sex with you too,” Shoto said, gasping a little when Izuku maneuvered one of Shoto’s legs over one of his.

“I have an idea,” Izuku said, pressing his hole over Shoto’s.

Shoto didn’t really have time to respond, because suddenly Izuku’s wet pussy was rubbing against his, his little clit pressing on Shoto’s.

“Izuku-“ Shoto gasped. It felt so good! Izuku seemed determined, chasing a feeling or Shoto’s whimpers, grinding his hot little cunt on his friend’s.

Shoto was actually cumming! Izuku leaned forward to kiss Shoto more.

They went again and again, fucking for hours. Because Izuku didn’t have a dick like the grownups Shoto had sex with, they never had to stop!

Poor Izuku’s sheets were soaked with pussy juice when Ms. Midoriya knocked on the door.

They stopped fucking- eyes wide and a little scared, but started giggling when Izuku’s mom just told them that dinner was almost ready.

Shoto helped him clean up and they got their clothes on, giggling and running downstairs, holding hands. Fucking for hours really made you hungry!

Chapter Text

Enji was in a daze.

He couldn’t really believe what was happening. He was actually going to jail.

Jail.

The number one hero, dragged off to prison over some silly darkweb porn. Did they really think this would last?

No- Enji still had more than enough power. He would get out. It didn’t matter that the accusations of him repeatedly sexually assaulting and raping his child were true. People were too worried about surface level shit to really bat an eye at what a pro hero did to his family in the privacy of his own home. 

And so Enji Todoroki sat in his cell, absent-mindedly rubbing the faint, healed-over mark of an old burn on his wrist. A brand of sorts, one he looked at fondly. It was from the very night Shoto had manifested his quirk. It was not from the first time though.

No- the very first time Enji touched little Shoto, the kid was still in diapers.

It started off as a kind of curiosity.

Rei was out and he had to change Shoto. It was still in the early days, before they had found a decent nanny.

Now, Enji had never been attracted to kids. He still wasn’t, honestly. He didn’t think Shoto was particularly beautiful. He didn’t think Shoto was very special or very sexy or very good.

What Shoto was, was just small.

So small and so helpless, so very easy to overpower. And even if Enji did hurt Shoto, who would know?

So he started touching the little kid, rubbing over his little nipples, gently stroking his little tiny slit. More because he could than anything else. Then he would pull out his big fat cock and stroke off to the sight of his naked toddler.

It was wrong, but Enji never felt wrong about it. At least, he didn’t let himself. Besides, someone owed him a good time, and maybe if he tried hard enough, he could get it out of his toddler son!

Enji just wanted to feel big. And oh boy did he feel big when he was hurting Shoto!

Sometimes he took Shoto’s little hand and showed him how to stroke dick. It wasn’t really worth it- the kid was kind of still too young to train. But each time he got off with Shoto- each time he abused his kid- was more and more addicting.

So Enji kept doing it.

It was one day in particular after Rei had left to go pay attention to something less distressing than the latest baby Enji had forced into her when things really started. Shoto was five, and he was already pretty well desensitized to Enji’s abuse. He was jerking off, rubbing Shoto’s little slit, a sheet pulled over the kid’s face so he couldn’t see. Enji wasn’t really sure why he bothered with the sheet, especially given his aspirations as to where this was going- but it felt important at the time. He was still blossoming into the fully fledged kid-fucker he would be, you see. Rome wasn't built in a day.

So he couldn’t see Shoto’s little face, couldn’t read his expressions as he messed with his five-year-old’s genitals- and when he realized the kid was starting to get wet, he couldn’t resist pushing a thick finger into his son’s tiny toddler hole.

It was so tight! Enji was the first- the first to ever invade this terrible, forbidden space. He pushed his finger in further, ripping through Shoto’s little hymen.

Shoto, of course, didn’t like the pain- his little hand grabbed at Enji- and that was when his quirk manifested. Fire, just like Enji had hoped, and all for him. Nothing Shoto could do would make him less perfect in Enji’s eyes, not even the red welts he had to postpone jerking off for to tend to, washing his son’s blood off his fingers while he was at it.

Because, you see, by now Shoto was beautiful to Enji.

Beautiful like a pay raise or a new car or seeing fucking All-Might stumble. Shoto was beautiful because Enji could see how big and strong he was compared to him.

Shoto was beautiful because he was simply a blank object to Enji, that he could fill himself and his desires with.

Any loving father might have seen his mistake in the red soapy water swirling down his sink, and would have decided to turn around, stop hurting his child who was far too young to understand what was happening.

But Enji wasn’t a loving father. He never actually intended to be. He had his kids for himself, and he didn’t particularly care how they felt about being his, so he might as well use everything he had to take advantage of his ownership.

Shoto’s quirk had manifested. It was time to start training!

Well, as soon as he was done jerking off over Shoto's little bloody violated kiddy pussy, of course, splurting all of his hot grownup cum on his kid's naked little stomach.

Training started each day with actual quirk training. Quickly after his flames made an entrance, just after his sixth birthday, Shoto proved to also have manifested his mother’s quirk- which, coupled with his eagerness to please, his quietness, his gentle nature- only made Enji even more incredibly horny to hurt his little son.

So naturally, after each morning of quirk training, Enji started a different kind of training with Shoto.

He started slow as he could. Ironically, perhaps, training people was one thing Enji was actually very good at. And he decided to use it to rape his son!!!♡!!!!

So he would touch Shoto a little more and a little more, roving his big hands over the little kid’s chest, his legs, his butt. It was extra exciting because the poor little kid just wanted to be loved.

Enji had spent most of Shoto’s earlier years focusing on Touya, and Rei was never really in the picture physically or emotionally for her kids, as she was struggling to cope with the abuse Enji himself was doing to her as well.

So, in a twisted way, Enji was giving Shoto what he wanted, right?

The way the kid would look up at him, a little scared, a little eager, a lot unsure, the way he didn’t know how yet to hide his gasps and little moans when something felt good to him, it all drove Enji mad with desire. It wasn’t long until Enji was teaching Shoto to sit on all fours, legs pressed together as Enji fucked his tiny little thighs, pulling out from between them to shoot his hot cum on his five-year-old son’s butt, his naked little back.

It was only a few days after that when Enji decided to start to teach him how to eat dick. He made his little boy open his tiny mouth and went right ahead, pushing his cock in. It was so thick and big it was already being squeezed by his five-year-old’s lips and he barely got the head in before hitting teeth.

“Open your jaw.”

Shoto opened his mouth even further, looking up at Enji with those big, scared, teary eyes.

Enji was huge. He knew he was- even Rei, a full grown woman, complained about how much it hurt. It only made him want to fuck as much of his meat into his little five-year-old as possible even more, though.

He got most of the hot, slimy head of his cock into his kid’s mouth before having to try again. And again and again and again. Poor little Shoto was crying, but by the end of the day Shoto could take almost a third of his daddy’s dick in his little slutty facehole!!! Within a month, Shoto was sucking Enji’s fat meat like a pro, obediently swallowing every load Enji shot down his throat.

Fuck, the kid was even better than his wife!

The obscene, lewd, sexual acts Enji put Shoto through were addictive, but also never quite enough. They kept him up at night sometimes, and not for the reason you might think.

No, where a sane, kind father who actually cared about his kids more than his own hard dick might find himself sleepless for continually sexually assaulting his six year old son, Enji was up at night wondering why he was holding back.

Why was he such a coward still? He’d missed his chance with Touya. He couldn’t afford to keep being a coward. Besides, little Shoto was practically begging Enji to fuck him. The little noises he made when Enji molested him, like he was too afraid to cry and scream, the way he sometimes blushed like he liked it (of course he liked it, he was born to be a little cocksleeve, right?), the way he just did what Enji told him to do. The way Enji didn’t even really have to hit him anymore.

So if Shoto was just an object Enji owned, and Enji loved using him, why was he not?

It was that very moment when Enji decided it was time to fuck Shoto.

He got up from his bed, hard already, and into Shoto’s room.

The kid was jumpy, a light sleeper for some reason- but Enji had scared all the fight out of him by now. Turns out, if you hit a screaming, crying kid enough times, he’ll just sort of stop reacting. A perfect little doll! And oh, Shoto looked like a little doll, eyes wide and scared on Enji as he pulled away his blankets, his clothes. He crushed Shoto’s little mouth under his, invading his facehole with his tongue, pulling his tiny, limp body toward the edge of the bed. The kid was shaking, as if he knew.

Yeah, this was going to hurt him pretty badly. Luckily, Enji had a team of very skilled healers. Shoto wouldn’t die. No, Shoto would only grow stronger, more able to take more and more of his daddy’s huge hard cock.

Enji pulled open Shoto’s little scrawny useless legs, pushing himself between them, grinding his hard dick over his kid’s crotch.

This was it. The only thing separating them was a few layers of fabric. Enji’s cock was leaking with anticipation.

It wasn’t like he’d never rubbed his hard wet dick on his kid’s little hairless slit before, but this time was different. He was finally going to do it. Finally going to force his cock into Shoto's little fuckhole. Finally going to cum in his little kid's guts.

He pulled off Shoto’s now-wet little underpants, lewdly prying open the kid’s little tiny hole with his thumbs.

It was going to be a very tight fit. He thought about fingering him first, about stretching him open so his dick would fit better, but patient men aren’t really the type who end up raping their kids. So as soon as Enji got rid of their pesky clothes he pushed the fat, hot, leaking head of his cock over Shoto’s sexy little kiddy hole, rubbing it back and forth, working it between the folds of his slit until he could start pushing in.

Shoto was crying of course, those silent little disassociated tears that normally rolled out of his face when Enji was assaulting him, but Enji had bigger things to worry about, like how the hell he was going to get all of his thick grownup meat inside Shoto’s hot little six-year-old guts.

He started pushing slowly, but again- Enji was not patient. So he grabbed little Shoto’s ankles and decided to just force himself in, which was honestly his unsurprising solution to most of his encounters.

He managed to get his head in. Fuck it was tight. He was being squeezed to death in this kid’s cunt and he needed more!!!! So he pushed harder, faster, the oozing precum from his cock and the little bit of lewd kiddy slick from Shoto’s slutty little hole making it easier as he went- though he soon realized that some of it was blood. It didn’t stop him though.

Raping Shoto felt so good!!!

Enji wasn’t a pedophile- but fuck, his head was spinning with the sheer power he had over poor little Shoto, the way his little tiny body just crumpled under him and took his cock, the way he could do absolutely anything to this kid- why, he could kill him right now and it wouldn’t even make a difference!

Shoto had stopped crying, a blank look on his face only changing with his unsteady little breaths being forced out of his body by Enji’s dick. He was halfway inside him now, each thrust bringing him deeper into his six-year-old son’s little hole, blood running down his knees. Enji forced the rest of his dick into him- fuck he could feel the kid’s guts- and he was pretty sure Shoto passed out, which honestly made it easier for Enji to rape him.

He pulled up one leg to get even deeper and let his heavy balls slap against Shoto’s little butt as he raped and raped and raped his unconscious little body. Enji lasted longer than he thought he would, but nearly went blind from what might have been the biggest orgasm of his life. His cock was actually spat from Shoto’s hole with all the cum he pumped into him, and he collapsed on top of his little kid, exhausted.

He was going to do this every fucking night, he decided, until Shoto could take it without bleeding- and then he’d do it every night and every morning. He would fuck Shoto as much as he possibly could!

Shoto opened his eyes groggily. Something really bad had happened, but he was in Daddy’s arms, wrapped in a warm blanket, the ever-present estate doctor placing a hand on his head and activating his healing quirk. The pain in Shoto’s little body left, his mind too exhausted for questions. Daddy’s stern face didn’t look him in the eye.

He woke up next to his daddy, the sheets a tangle around them, the room lit haphazardly by the shafts of sun coming through the broken blinds and crooked curtains. He snuggled closer to the warm grownup body next to him. It was the weekend, so they could sleep as long as they liked, but Shoto had been having nightmares recently. They were silly nightmares, and he knew they weren't real- he’d never had a mean daddy with red hair.

Dabi was his daddy, and always would be! He had nothing to be scared of! But still he snuggled under Dabi’s arm and nuzzled him until he woke up. Then he begged him to please please please fuck him, because that was when he felt the safest- when his daddy’s dick was buried inside him!

“Fuck is it, baby,” his daddy groaned, his eyes still closed but his arm pulling him in.

“Please, please daddy, I’m horny-“

“Baby, it’s so early,” his daddy moaned, peeling his face off his pillow, a bit of drool hanging from his mouth. Shoto pouted a little and pulled away from Dabi.

“Okay daddy I’m sorry,” he said, pushing off the blankets and resting his back against the headboard as Dabi closed his eyes again.

He grinned a little when he opened his legs and started fingering his wet little pussy. He definitely couldn’t get off alone, but he knew he wouldn’t be alone for long! The little noises coming from his cunt and his little tiny moans had Dabi awake in an instant!

"Oh!" Shoto gasped as Dabi pushed his hot dick into his leaking little hole. It felt so good! Shoto loved being fucked!!! <3

His little kid body writhed under Dabi's big grownup one as he held on to his daddy's wrists. Dabi pounded into him, fucking and fucking him, telling him how good he was each time he cummed but still not letting up until he was ready to pass out. 

Then his daddy pulled his hard wet dick from Shoto's little hole and had him open up his mouth so he could fuck his throat. 

"Fuck baby," Dabi groaned, rolling his hips into Shoto's face, "really amazing how much dick you can take," he breathed, holding Shoto's face as he looked up at him, wiping his little tears away with his thumbs. 

It was so hot! It was so hot when Dabi fucked his throat! It made poor little Shoto cum again, which made Dabi cum, and Shoto's mouth was overflowing with his hot fuck juice <3

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Izuku sat in his bed. It was a sunny Thursday afternoon, and he was horny.

He’d been hoping to have more sex with Shoto during recess, but Ms. Midnight said he was in the infirmary. He hoped he was okay. So he spent recess alone like he used to and went back to class, a little bit disappointed. 

Then something weird happened. Kacchan came up to him before fourth period like usual. They went to the upstairs bathroom, like usual, and his slightly-older friend pinned him to the wall of the stall and pulled down his pants.

This was all pretty normal. They’d been doing it since two years ago, when Kacchan was six and little Izu was just four. Not always here, but it always happened. Izuku didn’t really think anything of it- when Kacchan first started doing it he cried a lot, but Kacchan said it was what friends did- and Izuku really really really wanted to be Kacchan’s friend!

He sometimes wished Kacchan would be nicer and gentler with him (some days Kacchan was so rough, Izuku had a sore stomach all weekend), but he was still happy to be his friend!

So he let Kacchan fuck his little penis into his tiny little hole as much as he wanted- which was a lot. He didn’t really understand why Kacchan liked to do it so much- at least not until today, when suddenly everything he learned started making sense.

He was thinking about how much Kacchan seemed to like 'this' as the older boy's hot breath was on his little neck, sweaty and distracted as he thrust his little cock into Izuku’s six-year-old hole over and over.

Then he started thinking about Shoto, and how it felt so nice when he licked his little pussy and when they rubbed their wet little clits over each other-

Wait a minute!!!

Was Kacchan having sex with him right now???

Izuku had to admit part of the reason he was so curious about sex was because he was wondering if it had to do something with the way Kacchan would push his cock into his little hole until he groaned and all the white stuff came out of it- but this seemed so different from what Shoto showed him.

Or was it?

He watched Kacchan’s pretty angry-face (luckily he had his eyes closed, so Izuku could look at him as much as he wanted without getting yelled at). Sure, Izuku didn’t really feel nice when Kacchan did this to him. He was very rough, and it usually made him very sore- sometimes even bleed. It didn’t give him the nice, fuzzy feeling having sex with Shoto did, and he definitely never- what did Shoto call it? Cumming? He definitely never cummed when Kacchan did this. But the longer he looked at Kacchan's face, the more he wondered what he was feeling.

“Ka-cchan-“ he started, his little voice broken up with the older boy’s thrusts.

“Shut up Deku,” Kacchan growled, going faster.

“Kacchan- is- is this sex?”

Kacchan pushed off him, his still-hard kiddy dick pulling out of Izuku’s wet little hole. His eyes were wide and he looked angry and almost scared.

“I told you to shut up!” He said, pushing Izuku down.

“Ow!”

Izuku looked up at him from the floor. Kacchan’s face was red and angry, and he was quickly pulling on his clothes before he stormed out of the stall.

Izuku wondered whey Kacchan was so angry. After all, they’d been doing this for years, and Kacchan was the one who started it, and he was the older one- so he should know, right?

Izuku thought about the first time it happened. They were playing together at Kacchan’s house. Their moms knew each other and it was around when Izuku’s dad left, so his mom decided he needed friends more than ever. Izuku had gone to the bathroom. He’d just gotten out of pull-ups and so he usually left the door unlocked in case he needed his mom’s help. He was sitting on the toilet when suddenly Kacchan was in the bathroom!

“What are you doing?” Izuku asked, quickly covering his little hole. Kacchan’s eyes were wide and staring at where it was under Izuku’s hands.

“What’s that?” Kacchan asked.

“My hands,” Izuku said, confused.

“No, stupid Deku, under your hands,” Kacchan said. He was angry now, and grabbed Izuku’s wrists, pulling them away. Izuku was scared of fighting Kacchan. They’d only just met, but Kacchan was older and stronger, and Izuku really wanted to be his friend! So he decided to stop fighting and let Kacchan look between his legs.

“You have a pussy.” Kacchan said, eyes wide, a little out of breath from their little fight.

Izuku was confused. He’d heard that word at school but he didn’t understand why Kacchan was surprised he had one. Didn’t everyone?

“Yeah,” Izuku said, “how do you pee if you don’t have one?”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Kacchan scoffed, “I have a dick.”

“What’s that?”

Kacchan looked annoyed, but then his expression changed. He glanced toward the door and very quietly pushed it closed.

“I’ll show you if you let me touch your pussy,” he said.

Izuku was scared. For some reason this felt wrong and bad, but Kacchan smiled at him for the very first time ever. He was really pretty when he was smiling.

“If you wanna be friends, of course," Kacchan said. Izuku nodded quickly.

“Okay! Please Kacchan I wanna be friends!”

Kacchan grinned and pulled down his pants and his underwear. It was Izuku’s turn to be surprised.

“This is my dick. It’s big for a boy my age,” he said proudly, taking the weird appendage in his hand and stroking it a little. It seemed to get less floppy, and a bit bigger.

“Now get off the toilet and let me touch your pussy.”

Izuku got off and onto the floor like Kacchan told him. He opened his legs and let Kacchan’s fingers pull open his little four-year-old pussy lips.

“This hole is where dicks go,” he explained.

“Why?” Izuku asked. Kacchan didn’t answer right away. Instead he spat a glob of spit on Izuku’s groin, smearing it all over his little toddler slit.

“Just cuz,” Kacchan finally said. His dick was sticking out at a weird angle now, and it looked really hard.

“What happened to your dick??” Izuku asked.

“It does that so I can put it in holes.” Kacchan explained. “-Hey, Deku. Stay still and don’t make a fucking noise.”

Izuku didn’t really have time to be scared. Suddenly Kacchan was on top of him, holding him down, pushing his hard cock into him. Of course, Izuku cried. It hurt so bad! Kacchan’s dick felt so big in him and he went so hard and fast!

Kacchan got angry and covered Izuku's mouth, trying to stop the four-year-old from crying as he fucked him, but soon decided it wasn’t worth the risk. So he pulled his hard cock out of Izuku’s hole.

“Deku. If you want to be friends with me we have to do this.”

Izuku was scared and upset, tears still all over his face, but he was about to nod his head anyway- when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Izu, honey, are you okay in there? I thought I heard crying,” his mom said. Kacchan’s huge angry eyes burned holes into Izuku’s face.

“I’m okay mommy! I’ll be right out!”

Kacchan let him out of the bathroom after his mom went back into the living room, and then came out a few minutes later. Ever since then, Kacchan had been doing whatever it was every time they saw each other. Eventually Izuku got quieter at crying. They started doing it at school the next year once Izuku got out of preschool and into the same building as Kacchan. The seven-year-old blonde pulling little five-year-old to the upstairs bathroom where no one could hear them while he fucked his horny little dick into the other kid's tiny hole.

And now Izuku was sitting on his bed wondering if they'd been 'having sex' all this time. He would have to do more research. Maybe he would talk to Shoto about it.

But what mattered more than what the name of what they were doing was was the fact that when Izuku thought about it, he really did want to have sex with Kacchan. Not whatever kind of sex he was maybe already having with him, but the kind that him and Shoto had.

How pretty Kacchan would be! How nice it would be to kiss him! For him to push his dick in slowly and gently and help him cum!

Izuku’s little hole got all wet just thinking about it. He laid down and started playing with his little pussy. He pulled off his clothes and opened his little legs, rubbing his tiny clit like Shoto showed him. He wanted it so bad!!!

He wondered what it was like having sex with grownups, like Shoto did. Maybe Shoto would help him find some nice grownups who would have sex with him. He knew he was a little younger than Shoto, but he was sure that wouldn’t matter.

His little hole was really wet now, and he pushed his fingers inside it, trying really hard not to moan.

It felt so good!!! Izuku wanted to have more sex!!! He pumped his little fingers into his sloppy baby hole, making little tight circles on his clit with his other hand. He wanted to think about Shoto and the grownups he was going to have sex with, but all he could concentrate on was Kacchan and how badly he wanted to have sex with him. He really really liked Kacchan! He was so pretty, especially when he was naked. Why- now that Izuku thought about it, he didn’t even really mind it when Kacchan hurt him. Especially if it meant Kacchan would keep touching him-

Izuku came really hard, leaking cum all over his All-Might sheets, little six-year-old body all flushed and hot and out of breath.

He wondered what Kacchan was doing.

Chapter Text

Katsuki was just getting home.

He had after-school every day, because his mom worked doubles. He hated the stupid bitch, and he hated staying after school every day. Staying after was for dumb kids like Deku. Katsuki was too smart for after-school!

He kicked off his shoes and threw down his backpack, making his loud way through the house.

“I’m home!”

“Great,” came the sarcastic voice of his mother. He rolled his eyes, making his way to the kitchen.

“I hope you had a good day at your little school,” she said, passive-aggression dripping from her voice.

She was drunk again, and she was the worst when she was drunk.

She was supposed to be getting better. She promised him she was getting better.

He fished out a juicebox from the fridge and slammed it behind him, about to head angrily to his room where he could lock her out- when he was stopped in his tracks.

Jesus, the whore really was fucking drunk.

She never did this sober anymore- which Katsuki was very grateful for- but it only made him more anxious for her to finally get her fucking shit together.

“Like what you see, brat?” his mom asked, standing in the doorway, taking a long drag on her blunt. She wasn’t wearing anything except her usual red thong, and Katsuki was being stared down by her big round bare tits, her nipples all hard and pokey looking.

“No, old hag,” he mumbled angrily, “I’m going to my room.”

He didn’t like letting on that he was scared, and he had no reason to be scared, right?

Boys like you love pussy. You should be happy you’re getting so much, especially at such a young age! Now fuck your mommy’s cunt, brat.

Maybe something was wrong with him. Because his body would make him feel like he liked it but his brain hated it.

Either way, it made the times when she was like this even worse. But she didn’t seem to care.

She came closer, walking slowly until she was pushing her eight-year-old son against the fridge, her bare nipples brushing over his chest as she leaned down and pinned him there with a hand on his little shoulder. Katsuki’s ears were burning and he stared her down angrily.

“Leave me the fuck alone, whore,” he snarled.

She laughed in his face, the smell of alcohol and weed on her hot breath, an eyebrow arching up into her spiky blonde bangs.

“I don’t think you want me to, Kats,” she hummed, pushing a hand down his little shorts.

Now Katsuki was really angry. Angry at her for doing this, angry at his body for reacting, angry at himself for being so young and having to stay here.

“Awe, little boy is all hard for mommy,” she cooed, pulling down his pants.

“Stop!”

His mom didn’t listen to him. She got his pants and underwear down around his ankles and grabbed his little dick.

“Stop? Then why is your little face so red? Why is your cute little cock getting all big and hard? No, you want this, you’re just being a fucking brat.”

“I’m not! Get the fuck off me!”

He knew not to hit her, because that would only end up in things getting worse, but he tried his best to squirm out from under her. She was bigger and stronger though, and had him stuck against the fridge as she leaned down and started sucking on his dick.

“Mmn, mmm,” she moaned, pulling his little cock into her mouth.

It was so soft and warm and fucking horrible- Katsuki tried to ignore it, tried to disassociate, but he felt his hips jut up to her face anyway, as if his body had a mind of its own.

It felt so good.

He rubbed the tears away from his eyes before she could see them. She popped her wet mouth off his dick, admiring how thick and hard it had become.

“So horny for mommy, what a good boy,” she said, a genuine smile looking up at him.

That was the worst part. Katsuki’s mom never praised him. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, he was never good enough for her- not until she was drunk off her ass and making his body do things he couldn’t control, things he hated. Only then was he good boy, mommy’s precious man, baby.

She knew it got to him, too, and Katsuki was pretty sure she just did it so he would hesitate, be more likely to accept whatever she was doing to him.

He was so angry that it worked, that it made his whole body feel warm, that it made him want to hear it more, to do whatever she wanted-

She stood up and grabbed him by the shirtcollar and he felt himself going limp. She pulled him into the living room and pushed him onto the couch.

“Please-“ he started, too embarrassed at the fact he was begging his mom to stop to even continue the sentence.

She ignored him anyway, pulling off the rest of his clothes and mouthing big wet sloppy kisses all over his little body.

“Such a good boy for mommy. Hm? Little boy wants to get his dick wet?”

“I hate you,” he choked out, trying to hold back the tears.

“Mm, I hate you too brat,” she said, trailing her hand back down his little stomach to start stroking his dick with long, smooth pulls, rushing all of his blood to his head and his cock, making it hard to think.

“See, doesn’t that feel good?”

Katsuki turned his head so his face was a little more hidden in the back of the couch, mostly so his little shaky breaths didn’t betray him.

She just laughed and kept stroking him, like she knew. He tried to fight the way his body tensed up with her touch, tried holding back the little whimpers she dragged from his throat, tried to will his cock not to become hard as a rock, not to start leaking-

“Good boy, good boy Katsuki,” she simpered, her voice so sweet and gentle, her hands on him the closest they’d ever been to loving.

It was so confusing! Katsuki was struggling not to cum and she knew it- when suddenly she stopped touching him, got off the couch and stood in front of him.

“Look at me baby,” she said.

Katsuki didn’t. He didn’t want to see her. Didn’t want to accept that seeing her like this tied his stomach up in confused knots, made his little dick so hard. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know that- but it really wasn’t. She’d been doing this since he was a little baby, sucking his tiny dick every time she changed his diaper, all gentle and slow. Why, he’d had his very first orgasm in her mouth when he was just three, shooting blanks out of his little tiny dick- but he didn’t remember that now.

All he knew was that he must be very messed up and wrong to feel this way about his mom- his mom who he hated- and at the same time always wanting to give in to how natural and right it felt to be doing this with her, like it was the only constant in his weird, terrible little life.

“Look, brat,” she repeated, her voice threatening.

He peeled his face away from the couch, sniffling away his tears with enough of an angry face to compensate for them. She smiled, slowly pulling down the tiny bit of underwear she was still wearing, kicking them aside, dragging her hands over her soft breasts and smooshing them together, sitting on the coffee table and spreading her legs.

‘Kacchan- is- is this sex?’

Katsuki clenched his jaw and looked away.

No. No no no no no-

Sex was what happened in movies when people loved each other. Katsuki hated his mom- hated Deku- and he was sure they both hated him right back. Sex was what happened in movies when people stayed together. And all Katsuki wanted to do was get the best grades he could so he could be successful and get away. He didn’t want to stay with her. He was terrified of it. Terrified of this.

“Awe, baby,” she cooed.

He didn’t look, but he could hear what she was doing. He knew exactly what it looked like anyway- she had her legs open, her fingers spreading open her wet pussy, rubbing herself, pushing her fingers inside where she was going to make Katsuki put his dick.

Katsuki hated it.

He hated it because he couldn’t stop how good it felt. How much he thought about it, how much he stroked his own cock thinking about it, trying to be quiet as he desperately jerked off in his room thinking about his mom’s tits and how good it felt to push his little dick into the hole he came out of.

He finally looked over when he heard her laugh, only to see her licking the slick off her fingers.

“Don’t you want it, baby,” she purred, taking his hand and pulling him up off the couch. He scowled at her and she said something about him being so handsome, so sexy- wrapping her legs around him and pulling him in. He tried to push away, but she was strong, and had her arms around him.

She never kissed him on the mouth.

Katsuki had never kissed anyone on the mouth- although he thought about it a lot. There was a cute little girl in his class with short brow hair that he thought about kissing a lot. And sometimes- Sometimes he thought about kissing Deku. But he would never admit that in a million years. He hated Deku. Just like he hated his mom.

He realized she was pulling him closer, grinding her wet cunt over his little cock.

“Good boy-“ she whispered, low and steady, the calm, supportive, kind parent he always yearned for.

Katsuki was only eight. He was only eight and he whimpered at his mother’s voice, her arms pulling him in to a sick embrace, the feeling of his hard leaking little kiddy cock pushing against her hot, wet, grownup pussy taking over him, her hard tits pushing against his little shoulders.

“That’s my boy. Can you do this for me, Katsuki? Please, Katsie, help your mommy. Please be good for mommy. You’re so good for mommy-“

It was like it had been programmed into his body, overriding all the pain and confusion in his mind. He felt his hips jutting toward her, the way his little hard dick leaked even more as she wrapped her hand around it, jerking him a few more strokes before guiding his little wet head into her hungry grownup hole.

It felt so good!!! It felt so hot and wet and it made his little head fuzzy. His mom started kissing the side of his neck, slowly and gently, her hands moving to his hips to pull him deeper into her hole.

“I- I hate you- old hag-“ he managed to get out, but there was no hate in his voice. His body was taken over by the feeling, and she knew it.

“Mm, that’s a good boy Katsie. See? Doesn’t it feel nice being in your mommy’s hole? It’s okay baby. You can like it-“

The dumb bitch kept rambling, keeping down all of Katsuki’s objections in his mind with her voice, her little moans, as he felt his body taking over. She wiped away a tear from his cheek with her red-fingernailed thumb-

And it was over. Something flipped. Katsuki was fucking into his mom’s pussy like his life depended on it, chasing the feeling, needing to hear her say good boy, needing to hear her moan, needing to cum inside her like she begged him to-

His little cock ached inside her, mind a mess with how impossibly good it felt to be thrusting in to her hole, slick and precum oozing out on the table and down his legs. He reached down to rub her clit, smearing some of their juice all over it and rubbing it in little circles like she taught him.

“Oh- oh good boy Katsie, that’s mommy’s good boy-“

He scowled against the tears rolling down his face, this time because it felt so good fucking in to her, he was trying so hard-

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay-“ she gasped, “cum in mommy- you can do it baby- cum in mommy’s pussy like a good boy-“

Katsuki couldn’t last much longer. She dug her fingernails into his back and the little bit of pain set him off, his little cock splurting out inside his mom’s hot wet tight cunt. She pulled him in with her legs as he cummed and cummed, kissing all over his neck, rubbing her thumbs over his little nipples.

Katsuki slipped out a bit. He was his mommy’s good boy. He would do anything for her.

He felt her hand on his shoulder as he pressed his face into the heat of her hole, licking out all the cum, fingering her as he sucked her clit until she came again and again, those ever-present fingernails in his back grounding him just enough to have some idea of what he was doing.

He was a good boy and he loved his mommy!

He was a good boy and he loved it when she put her mouth on his dick, loved it when she stroked his little penis, loved it when she opened her legs and let her cum in her over and over.

“What a good little boy, hard again already?”

His dick hurt so bad but they kept going. She jerked him off, his cock still wet and slippery with their cum. He came uncontrollably in her fist, and he tried to catch his breath as his head swam, his mom gently licking the cum from his piss slit, sucking him hard again.

“Such a horny baby. You’re so sexy Katsie, mommy loves you so much, that’s a good boy-“

He exploded again in her hands, weak, shaky, then again with his little kiddy dick squashed between her big round titties, came all over her nipples and then sucked them clean. Her moans and gasps sent his mind up on a kite-string above his body and all he cared about was the feeling.

Her.

He rested his exhausted head on her collarbone, breathing heavily as the dried, overstimulated tears on his face. She raked her fingers through his hair, held him gentler and more loving than she ever had.

It was good. Everything was good. Katsuki was a good boy, he did well, it was okay, his mother loved him.

Everything was okay.

“That’s it Katsie. Breathe, good boy.”

Kacchan- is- is this sex?

He laid in his bed, stomach empty and nauseous, body numb, staring at his ceiling. His skin was raw from scrubbing it in the shower, and his dick hurt from all of the hot water and soap.

It was futile, he could never get the smell of her off his skin.

Damn it.

He didn’t really feel the tears rolling down his face. He tried not to think of anything, just the dark, shadowy white of his barely-visible ceiling. Focusing in the dark was good. It put him out of his body, all in his eyeballs until they were too sore to stay open and he fell asleep.

He wouldn’t remember it- he never did- but he had the same dream he always had.

The sun warm on his skin, sheets tangled around him, door locked where she could never get in. Izuku rolled over, deeper into his arms. They smiled at each other because they both knew something.

What was it?

Something kids weren’t supposed to know. Something fun!

Katsuki pulled the sheets over their heads and started kissing Izuku. Not just little kisses- big grownup kisses, too hungry to stop, little Izuku kissing him right back just as hot. Hands all over little bodies, touching, stroking, everything hot and warm and wet, Izuku moaning under him, shaky breath on Katsuki’s skin.

Katsuki pulled Izuku’s jaw back towards his where it belonged and kissed him, pushing his tongue into the kid’s little mouth, pulling away only when Izuku started cumming on his dick.

“Good boy,” Katsuki whispered, brushing his sweaty green hair from his little face, “good boy-“

Chapter Text

Shoto’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moved his arms back to support his little seven-year-old body that was being banged against the headboard.

Fuck this kid was too fucking much.

Fuck, how did Dabi ever think this could be wrong? Nah, looking at his little face? How much Shoto wanted this- needed this- -needed his little tiny kid pussy to get pounded on a regular basis by his big brother’s cock!

“Daddy-“ he gasped, his little voice shaking with every thrust.

How could a seven year old be so fucking sexy???

Dabi nearly fucking whimpered and fucked into Shoto’s wet kiddy pussy even harder. It felt so good!

His little legs were bent up around Dabi’s torso, pulling him in closer as best as he could with his weak little knees.

“Fuck baby-“ Dabi moaned, pumping his hot dick in and out and in and out of Shoto’s horny little hole, a bit of sweat dripping from his head onto Shoto’s.

Shoto looked up at Dabi. His little face was filled with so much love! So much adoration! Shit! Yeah Dabi manipulated him here, but in all honesty that almost made it better. This little kid was so fucking broken for him and Dabi thought he was absolutely fucking gorgeous- he would do absolutely anything for this kid and his big eyes and his little hands and his tiny holes-

“Fuck-“ Dabi started cumming inside Shoto, fucking fast and hard as he could. Shoto squirmed around under him, cumming just from being cummed in, grabbing onto Dabi with his little grabby hands.

Dabi dropped him off at school with his cum still all up in his little pussy, a little ruffle of his hair and a kiss on his head.

”Be a good boy for me,” he said in a voice that wasn’t entirely appropriate for school.

“Okay daddy,” Shoto said with a big grin that made Dabi’s dick a little hard.

He watched Shoto skip off into school, trying not to think about anything too much. But damn he loved that kid.

It was a good day!

Shoto was very horny. He went to homeroom and tried to sit still as Ms. Midnight took attendance, trying not to squirm and moan as his daddy’s cum leaked out from his little hole. As soon as she finished he asked to use the restroom, rushing up to the one where he knew no one would hear him.

Bb u legit jus got there.

Shoto texted back a frowny face and a picture of his leaking pussy. He sent one to Shiggy too, who wasn’t awake yet.

Fuk bb you want me 2 cum get u??? Dabi responded. Shoto grinned. He was always happy when his daddy was hard!

Shoto was about to respond but then he heard a bang from the stall next to him. He listened very carefully.

Someone was crying?

Someone was fucking.

Someone was fucking someone who was crying!

The voice sounded familiar but poor little Shoto was too horny to pay attention. He couldn’t help it- he started fingering himself to the noises coming from the other stall, shoving his little fingers into his hole in time with the fucking. It felt so good! He tried not to moan out loud.

Like last time he used this restroom though, Ms. Midnight found him.

“Shoto? Are you in here?”

Shoto froze, but she saw his shoes under the stall and walked right up to it.

“Shoto, are you alright?”

“Y-yes, Ms. Midnight!”

“Shoto, this is the third time you’ve skipped homeroom. I have to put you in detention.”

Shoto’s heart skipped a beat. If he had detention, would they take him away from his daddy???

He hurried back into his pants and very nervously followed Ms. Midnight, forgetting all about the other people in the bathroom and his daddy and boyfriend on the phone. He was so scared!

Poor little Shoto was shaking all the way to the office. Ms. Midnight wrote him a slip and put it in his little pocket on his uniform, giving him a little pat.

“I will need you to have your parent to sign that and bring it back to me tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’m,” Shoto said, on the verge of tears.

“And you will have to spend the next period and recess in detention.”

“y-yes ma’m,” Shoto said, his little fingers pulling nervously at the hem of his shirt.

“Follow me.”

Ms. Midnight put her hand on Shoto’s back and escorted him down the hallway, to the very last room. There was paper covering the window. She knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said a big deep voice.

“This little one needs some time to think about his priorities,” Ms. Midnight said, ushering Shoto into the room.

Shoto was trying very hard not to cry. He just wanted to be good! He just wanted to be a good boy! He was really trying his best!!!

“Well then. You can leave him with me.”

Ms. Midnight left and Shoto finally blinked away his tears enough to see what was going on.

The teacher at the desk was huge. He had on a very intimidating suit, but the most impressive thing about him was his mouth and his very many teeth. His desk said Mr. Sakamata, but he didn’t introduce himself yet. He glanced up at Shoto briefly as he worked on some papers.

“Please. Have a seat.”

Shoto nervously sat down at one of the desks, sliding his little backpack off and setting it on the floor beside him. He was very very nervous, and he suddenly very much wanted to text his daddy, but there was a very big sign right next to Mr. Sakamata’s desk that said ‘ABSOLUTELY NO CELL PHONE USE IN MY CLASSROOM’.

So instead Shoto tried to distract himself from his fear by just watching Mr. Sakamata work.

He had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a pair of specially-made glasses resting on his big shiny face. He was sexy, Shoto realized. He was sad he didn’t get to finish getting off in the bathroom, but now he was extra frustrated, because he didn’t want to get into even more trouble and this teacher was so hot! He was so big! Shoto just-

“It’s rude to stare,” Mr. Sakamata said, not even looking up.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Shoto said quickly, looking down at his desk. Mr. Sakamata let out a little grunt in response. Shoto stared at his hands in his lap and tried very very hard not to think about Mr. Sakamata fucking him.

Finally after what seemed like forever, Mr. Sakamata very carefully put away his papers and clicked his pen shut, putting it in it’s cup on his desk before crossing over to the front of it, leaning back, crossed legs and crossed arms.

“Shoto, is it?”

“Yes sir.” Shoto said, still careful not to look at him.

“Well Shoto. Why are you here?”

Shoto was confused. This was the detention room. He was here because he got detention.

“I- I got detention, sir,” he said, a little hesitant. Mr. Sakamata let out a low little chuckle, but Shoto couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not.

“No, Shoto. I mean what were you doing to get detention,” he explained gently.

Oh!

Oh.

“I- I skipped class, sir,” Shoto said, hoping Mr. Sakamata wouldn’t notice him blushing. He didn’t let himself look up, but he could feel Mr. Sakamata’s eyes on him.

“Why did you do that, Shoto?” he asked, his voice still gentle, conversational, caring. It made Shoto even hornier.

“I had- um. I had to use the bathroom, sir.”

“And Ms. Midnight wouldn’t let you?”

“no, she did! She did, sir. I was just- I-“

A shadow crossed over Shoto and he could see Mr. Sakamata’s torso in front of his desk. He dared steal a glance up to see the man’s huge form now lean against the desk in front of his. His eyes got caught on Mr. Sakamata’s belt buckle, trying so very hard not to let his eyes wander downward-

“Shoto?”

Shoto’s eyes snapped up. Mr. Sakamata was looking at him with his huge eyes, like he was going to eat him. Shoto was scared! What if he acccidentally did something horny??? What if Mr. Sakamata caught him looking?? What if Mr. Sakamata didn’t buy his lies about what he was doing in the bathroom and they took him away from his daddy???

Shoto bit his lip very hard.

“Y-yes sir?” he asked, unable to stop the tears from finally coming. He was crying! He was crying and he couldn’t stop!

He heard Mr. Sakamata sigh and felt something touch his hand. The teacher had a tissue in his huge hand, gently placing it into Shoto’s.

“Shoto,” he said, calmly.

“Yes sir?” Shoto managed to get out before more tears came. He rubbed the tissue on his nose and sniffled.

“Shoto, I am here to help you. If you can tell me what’s wrong, I can help you fix it. I just need you to be honest with me. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Shoto rubbed the tears from his eyes. Mr. Sakamata’s voice was so comforting and kind. He found his eyes going back to his belt buckle and this time he glanced down. His eyes grew three sizes. Mr. Sakamata had a massive dick, bulging against the fabric of his white suit pants, right in front of Shoto’s face.

All Shoto wanted was to be good!!!

“I- I was-“ Shoto glanced up to see Mr. Sakamata staring him down. He swallowed. His little heart was pounding so hard!

“I was in the bathroom because I was really h- really horny. Sir,” Shoto said very quickly, looking down at his hands.

“I see,” said Mr. Sakamata, “was that all, Shoto?”

Shoto nodded, resisting the temptation to steal another glance at Mr. Sakamata’s huge bulge.

“Well then.” Mr. Sakamata stood and crossed the room as if he was deciding what to do. Shoto was very nervous, but also very horny and very curious what Mr. Sakamata was going to do.

“So Shoto,” Mr. Sakamata said, pausing when he reached the blackboard before turning around again, leaning on his desk like he had been in the beginning, “what do you usually do when you are horny and skip class to go to the bathroom?”

Shoto felt his face get hot and he looked back down at his little hands. He definitely couldn’t tell Mr. Sakamata about how he would sext his daddy or Tomura.

“Well, Shoto?”

Shoto was quiet still.

“Do you go to the bathroom to masturbate?”

“What’s that?” Shoto asked.

“Masturbation is when you touch yourself, Shoto. When you make yourself feel nice.”

Shoto was too embarassed!!!

“Look at me, Shoto.”

Shoto managed to look up, hoping Mr. Sakamata didn’t notice how red his face was.

“Was that what you were doing in the bathroom? Making yourself feel nice?”

“Y-yes sir,” Shoto said, afraid he was going to cry or maybe cum. Why was it so hot in this room???

“And that helps you not feel so horny anymore so you can concentrate in class?”

“Yes sir,”

“Well then.”

Shoto looked at Mr. Sakamata, who was looking at him. He kind of wanted Mr. Sakamata to fuck him. That would be so easy! It would make everything make sense. Everything made more sense when Shoto was getting fucked! But maybe Mr. Sakamata was done asking weird questions. He sat back down at his desk and pulled out his neat stack of papers again, clicked his pen and started writing.

Maybe Shoto could just sit here until it was over, and then he could go back to class and they wouldn’t take him away from his daddy!

“Go ahead then,” Mr. Sakamata said, not bothering to look up.

“W-what, sir?”

“Fix your problem,” he said simply, scrawling something out over the page.

“I don’t-“

“Take off your clothes, Shoto. Touch yourself.”

Shoto stared at his teacher. It wasn’t a weird thing for a grownup to ask him, by any means- most grownups wanted to have sex! But this was different. He was nervous! This big sexy grownup really just wanted him to touch himself? In this empty classroom?

“O-okay,” Shoto said nervously, “sir.”

His little hands were shaking. He had to do this! Had to be good so they wouldn’t take him away from his daddy! He stood and undid his little sailor shorts, pulling them down with a nervous glance up at Mr. Sakamata, who was still busy with his papers. So he pulled down the little thong he was wearing, which was nice to do since it was very wet by now with all his slick and some of Dabi’s leftover cum. He folded the clothes and placed them carefully on his backpack, hesitating.

“All my clothes, sir?” he asked, suddenly shy. Mr. Sakamata was still busy with his work, not looking up.

“If you want,” he said simply, flipping a page and putting it neatly in a new stack.

It was very hot in the room, but Shoto felt strange in this awkward situation, so he left on his little sailor top and his little shoes. He sat back in the desk and closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to relax and think of Dabi’s big hard dick. Or…or maybe Mr. Sakamata’s big hard dick…

He rubbed all the leaking slick from his tiny kiddy pussy over his aching little clit, getting it all nice and slimy before he started making little circles. It felt really good, but he was still really nervous. The little noises from his sloppy wet seven-year-old hole seemed to fill the empty classroom, and he nervously looked up at Mr. Sakamata- but he was still just working on his papers. He rubbed his little pussy until his breath was ragged and he was too wet to get any friction. Then he started pushing his little kid fingers into his cunt, trying very very hard to cum as fast as possible so he could leave! But of course, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t do it. His little clit was overstimulated and his stomach was so so nervous! He kept stopping and trying again, over and over, for what felt like hours. Hot tears built up behind his eyes and he started crying again, as quietly as he could manage.

Mr. Sakamata finally glanced up.

“Is there a problem?” He asked calmly.

“I- I can’t- sir-“ Shoto whimpered, his fingers nearly numb from trying so hard.

Mr. Sakamata let out a slow sigh.

“Come here. To my desk. Let’s see what the problem is.”

Shoto went nervously to Mr. Sakamata’s desk, feeling like he should cover his little kid pussy for some reason. So he did, holding his hands over himself and standing respectfully as possible next to it.

“Are you doing what you usually do?” Mr. Sakamata asked over the rim of his glasses.

“Y-yes sir,”

Mr. Sakamata sighed again, and then tapped his desk with his pen.

“Up,” he said, simply.

Shoto nearly jumped at the command, and scrambled as best he could on top of Mr. Sakamata’s desk.

“Lay back,” he ordered. Shoto did, nervous about messing up his papers, but Mr. Sakamata didn’t seem to care.

“Open your legs,” he said.

Each command was stern, but each one was softer than the last, and this one was almost gentle. Shoto hesitated, but his little legs sprang open as soon as he felt Mr. Sakamata’s hands on his knees.

He was so nervous!!! If he didn’t do good would Mr. Sakamata take him away from Dabi? Away from Tomura? Away from school? Away from Dr. Kai and Izuku??

“Relax. Let me see.”

Shoto covered his face to hide the fact that he was still crying. But a big warm finger ran over his little kid pussy, sliding easily through all the slick and old cum that was there. The finger was joined by another, slowly massaging his little cunt.

“Shh….that’s it. Relax.”

Another hand went to Shoto’s chest, pressing on him and slowing his heartbeat down. Shoto felt himself relaxing into the gentle heat of Mr. Sakamata’s fingers, which kept slowly massaging him, prying him open a little every now and then like was trying to see inside him.

“Please- please, sir-“

“Please what?”

Shoto couldn’t figure out what he wanted to say, he was too scared of saying the wrong thing and getting taken away!!!

“Please help me sir-“ he ended up whining, eyes scrunched shut. The hands left his skin and he heard Mr. Sakamata sigh. He didn’t dare look!

“Over.”

“Sir?”

“On your stomach.”

Shoto carefully turned over, afraid of messing up his papers, startling a little when he felt hands on his little legs, tugging him to the edge, holding onto his kiddy thighs like they were nothing.

He tried not to think about the little noises of his belt and his pants and he tried not to think about how big his dick looked when he was standing in front of him.

Oh! Poor little Shoto was so confused and upset. He was so horny and he really wanted to fuck!!! Mr. Sakamata was really pretty!!! But he was so scared he wouldn’t be good enough and that he would get in trouble!!!

Maybe he should have sucked his dick. He was good at that, that’s what Dabi said…

He didn’t notice he was crying until he felt Mr. Sakamata’s big hand on his back, sliding up his little sailor shirt.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Shoto froze. Mr. Sakamata’s hand was really warm. He wanted to relax but he was so nervous.

“Breathe for me. Just breathe, Shoto.”

Shoto took a long deep breath and let it out slowly. The thumb stroked his shoulder blade a little.

“That’s very good. You’re good. Just keep breathing.”

He did his best! The hand moved down his back and back to his other leg, pulling them apart a little more. Then it left, and Shoto felt his huge, hard cock run between his butt cheeks.

It was so big!!! The head pushed over his little cunt, all wet and hot and slimy.

“Breathe,” he ordered. Shoto took another deep breath and he pushed the giant round head of his dick into his hole, making his breath come out as a little whine.

“Shh, good boy. Keep breathing.”

Shoto felt like his hole was going to break. Mr. Sakamata was so big- if he went any faster or if Shoto wasn’t as wet as he was it would have hurt so bad, but the teacher went very very slow, sinking a tiny bit deeper into Shoto’s little dripping seven-year-old pussy with each breath, his big hand on Shoto’s lower back, steadying him.

It was so much! Shoto felt his knees go weak and he cummed just from him putting it in. He didn’t know if he could take any more. His little hole was stretched around his huge cock so tight he couldn’t stop the tears from coming out.

“Good boy. Almost halfway there,” Mr. Sakamata said, his voice lower and gruffer than before.

Shoto bit the cuffs of his sailor shirt as his little body was thrusted further up the desk, his slow deep breaths coming out as pained whines, his cum and slick running down his legs.

“Good boy-“ Mr. Sakamata said again, thrusting deeper into Shoto.

He was full! He was so full! Shoto wanted to worry about whether he was good enough but he couldn’t even think straight! All there was was the pain in his hole and Mr. Sakamata’s huge hot dick filling him up! Filling his whole body up! He could feel it bulging his little stomach out against the desk! 

“Halfway there,” he said. Shoto accidentally let out a sob.

It was so much! He was going to cum! The teacher thrusted again and Shoto moaned, his little kiddy pussy cumming again on the big grownup cock inside him, and he wasn’t even fucking him yet!

“Perfect, perfect. So good,” Mr. Sakamata said, stroking Shoto’s back again.

All the new slick from him cumming and the way his cunt muscles twitched let Mr. Sakamata get all the way in, finally.

“Good boy. You took it all. Very good.”

Shoto let out another whine, unable to think coherently with the massive amount of hot grownup dick shoved in his little pussy.

“Deep breath for me,” Mr. Sakamata ordered. Shoto breathed in, and as he breathed out Mr. Sakamata pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in, still a little slow because he was really way too big for Shoto’s little kiddy seven-year-old cunt.

Shoto felt a moan get squeezed from his little body and he cummed again, and Mr. Sakamata started really fucking him! His tears were falling all over the papers that were now scattered under him, his whole body moving with each deliberate thrust as Mr. Sakamata pumped his huge thick grownup cock into his little hole. He was saying something to him, but Shoto couldn’t hear him over the pounding he was taking.

It was too much! He was going to die! It was too much dick!

He came again, and he might have accidentally peed, but Mr. Sakamata didn’t stop! He only went harder and faster, thrusting into Shoto’s guts and making the desk squeak under him.

“P-please sir-“ Shoto moaned, holding on for dear life.

“Shh, that’s it. Fuck.”

Mr. Sakamata’s hand pushed up his back and to Shoto’s shoulder, holding him so he could fuck him even deeper, rutting into his little kid body faster with each thrust. Shoto cummed again and almost passed out, little black spots clouding his vision. Mr. Sakamata let out a deep grunt and came inside Shoto’s pussy, rope after rope of hot cum forcing itself up into the kid with nowhere else to go.

He stayed inside him for a moment, catching his breath, letting Shoto get used to the feeling before slowly, slowly pulling out, cum and slick gushing from Shoto’s tiny pussy as he left it gaping.

Shoto laid on the desk, his mind completely blank and his body numb. He felt Mr. Sakamata clean him off, and he didn’t remember much for a second.

“Shoto,” he said, for what was probably the third time.

Shoto glanced up, and took the hand Mr. Sakamata offered him. The teacher helped him back into his pants, and gave him a glass of water, which Shoto drank with shaky hands as he sat on Mr. Sakamata’s desk.

“Does this solve your problem?” Mr. Sakamata asked. Shoto didn’t remember getting off the desk, but he was standing by the door now with his backpack in his arms.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he said, still a little hazy.

“Will you be alright?”

Shoto gave him a big smile and nodded.

This was the best sex he ever had at school!!!

He went back to class and concentrated very very well for the whole rest of the day!