

Izuku’s childhood ended at ten, when his father Katsuki first claimed him. Now eighteen, he is trapped by a terrible truth: he craves the brutal touch of the man who destroyed him, and dreams of becoming his permanent, devoted wife.
It’s late in the middle of the night. Izuku is hoping his daddy just fell asleep tonight. But as soon as Izuku relaxes Katsuki slams his bedroom door open. He’s shirtless in only in grey sweats with his massive cock tenting them. He smells like whiskey and spicy cologne, drunk like always. Izuku’s body trembles with need or fear, he’s not sure anymore. Katsuki says he’s sorry, but he needs his cunny boy to service daddy’s cock. Katsuki pulls out his cock and balls, grabbing his boy’s curls. He slaps his heavy dick all over Izuku’s face as Izuku tears up and struggles. Katsuki begs even though he’s being so rough and forceful. He rapes Izuku’s throat, making him gag and chock while daddy forces to take his whole huge cock, his low hanging heavy balls slapping at his face on every thrust. Katsuki is extremely rough with Izuku. Even though Izuku cries and struggles he hates that he loves this. He loves his father rapping him with his huge daddy dick.
Katsuki is already in Izuku’s bed as he wakes up. Izuku wakes up to be raped hard in the morning by his father. Katsuki sober so he’s more apologetic, but tells Izuku he couldn’t help it. Katsuki woke up with morning wood, he had to rape his little cunny boy. Izuku throws his head back morning for his Daddy.
Katsuki is driving Izuku to school and the way Izuku looks today in his uniform just gets him too riled up. While driving Katsuki pulls out his massive cock, grabs his boy’s hair and shoves his head down into his lap. Telling him Daddy needs some road head.
The bell rang, a shrill intrusion into the fog in his head. Izuku walked, his thighs sticky inside the fresh cotton, a phantom ache throbbing with every step. Yo Shindo's hand landed on his shoulder—'You okay, Midoriya? You look...'—and Izuku flinched, the casual touch a violation compared to the bruising grip still imprinted on his skin. He mumbled an excuse, the taste of his own spend and his father's kiss still on his tongue, a secret that made the fluorescent lights hum with a sick, possessive truth.
Izuku is caught by Yo again during the day. Asks Izuku if he’s okay. Obviously trying to hit on him and wants to fuck him, but Izuku is completely oblivious.