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@naturallydeca got my ass thinking about EnjiDeku again & like...the flavor...of Enji warming up to Izuku while drunk is so good. All Enji wants is to get on Shouto& #39;s good side again and repair his family but he knows outside of the context of what he wanted Shouto to become, he
really doesn& #39;t know his son at all. He can& #39;t relate to him. Can hardly be in the same room and hold a conversation without drowning in the waves of indifference, discontent, and contempt that roll off the young man. If he could just understand Shouto a bit more, get a feel for
his likes and dislikes then maybe...maybe he could have a good relationship with him. Maybe Shouto would finally see him as a dad, not just the nebulous oppressive idea of "Father."
The thing is, the one closest to Shouto? Is Toshinori& #39;s pet project, the Midoriya boy. And even
The thing is, the one closest to Shouto? Is Toshinori& #39;s pet project, the Midoriya boy. And even
now, Enji wants to put his fist through a wall thinking about asking Toshinori for help even indirectly through the guy& #39;s pseudo-son. And Izuku is so much like the blond that it makes him want to grind his teeth to dust. So he just...he needs a little something to take the edge
off. A bit of whiskey to ease the tension, to keep his fire burning solely in his gut and not out in the open as burning, scorching words.
It& #39;s easier to loosen up after a few drinks and see a little less of his rival in Midoriya and a little more of the boy himself. And maybe
It& #39;s easier to loosen up after a few drinks and see a little less of his rival in Midoriya and a little more of the boy himself. And maybe
he likes what he sees. The way Izuku holds himself is strong like Toshinori but there& #39;s a softness and a lack of surety sometimes that is almost...cute. And the boy looks nothing like the man he& #39;s resented for years, of course. All soft round youth and innocence in his face, tiny
freckles scattered like sprinkles over his cheeks and nose, the smile when Enji confesses how much he wants to become a good person and father for Shouto so damn lovely and full of pride. That glimmer of hope and respect in those impossibly green eyes, like the boy was confident
that Enji could do it, that he could finally make it and be worthy of a second chance.
There was a little wobble in that smile when Izuku--hmmm, what a cute name--noticed just how much of the bottle Enji had worked his way through but there was a curiously adorable little storm
There was a little wobble in that smile when Izuku--hmmm, what a cute name--noticed just how much of the bottle Enji had worked his way through but there was a curiously adorable little storm
of muttering about fire Quirks burning up alcohol quicker and Enji was such a big man, such a big strong man, he must have a higher tolerance than the average person and Enji likes watching that mouth. Those full lips move fluidly as Izuku works his mind at dizzying speeds.
So
So
he really can& #39;t accept blame for wanting to press his large blunt fingers to those lips. Trace over them with his thumb as they still, as big eyes widen and blink up at him in shock. Mmmm, they feel soft. Just like he suspected. And that strong sturdy jaw is fairly soft too, in a
way that both surprised Enji and doesn& #39;t.
The skin of his cheek is reddening and heating under his palm and Enji reaches up his other hand sluggishly to rub fondly at the other side, his voice coming out gravelly and low as he makes a remark about Izuku being the one with a
The skin of his cheek is reddening and heating under his palm and Enji reaches up his other hand sluggishly to rub fondly at the other side, his voice coming out gravelly and low as he makes a remark about Izuku being the one with a
fire Quirk because he& #39;s so delightfully warm. Enji sort of wants the boy curled up in his lap, burning face tucked into his neck and hands clutching at the front of his black turtleneck as Enji& #39;s hand slips up under the boy& #39;s thin t-shirt and checks the temperature of his back.
Run up his spine with a large hand to see if he is warm there too, to see if he heats up all over, if perhaps there are freckles dancing over the skin there as well.
Enji doesn& #39;t intend to say these sorts of things but they come to his mind and out of his mouth unbidden and he
Enji doesn& #39;t intend to say these sorts of things but they come to his mind and out of his mouth unbidden and he
finds that he doesn& #39;t care, not when Izuku trembles and sighs and bites at his lip before shyly, cutely giving in. Mumbling about how it& #39;s wrong and he shouldn& #39;t, they really can& #39;t, I mean just think of what the others will think, but maybe he& #39;s reading this all wrong anyway and
T-T-Todoroki-san, d-don& #39;t lift me into your lap, I--!! Mmm, yes, yes, this boy feels good. Warm and soft and strong and sweet. You should call him Enji, Izuku, they& #39;re close enough for that. And if they aren& #39;t, then Enji wants to get closer...closer...closer.
Open that mouth,
Open that mouth,
pretty baby. Let me see that tongue, sweetheart. Fuck, you& #39;re so small, but so firm in all the right places. Gods, the things he could do to you. Your little body can handle so much, can& #39;t it? You could take anything Enji dished out, hmm? Yeah, you could Izuku. You could. Isn& #39;t
that impressive? What a beauty you are. How hasn& #39;t he noticed before? How hasn& #39;t he touched you before, made you make these sweet noises for him with your kiss-swollen lips pressed against your own hand as you try to muffle your moans? You don& #39;t have to hold back. He can make you
feel good, baby. Let him make you feel good. As a reward for being so sweet. For taking the time to listen to him. For being a good friend to Shouto. For being such a good, good boy--oh! Oh sweetheart. You came just from that? A little praise and a few rubs against that little
hole. I didn& #39;t even pull your shorts down. Isn& #39;t that amazing? You& #39;re so sensitive, Izuku, so keyed up and responsive. So cute. So fucking cute. Let me touch you more, baby. I wanna make you cry from how good you feel. Open up. Open up and let me in, beautiful.
-*‐*‐ Like fuck! FUCK! Drunk Enji buttering up his son& #39;s friend and then fucking him on the couch, maybe slipping a few mouthfuls of whiskey down the boy& #39;s throat too in a deep kiss, grinding up into that young tight body, making Izuku scream his name loud enough for the whole
damn estate to hear and Enji doesn& #39;t even think in terms of what it could mean for his relationship with Shouto or even fucking Toshinori, he just wants to make Izuku cum, wants to make his pretty boy sob and moan for him. He needs to invest in a camera, get some shots and videos
of the boy sweaty and panting and covered in his seed, limbs akimbo on dark silk sheets and eyes hooded. So damn good.
Mmm, and sober Enji trying desperately to go back and see Izuku as the boy he didn& #39;t like but all he can see is the beauty that cried on his cock, the angel
Mmm, and sober Enji trying desperately to go back and see Izuku as the boy he didn& #39;t like but all he can see is the beauty that cried on his cock, the angel
that accepted him mind, body, and soul the night before. Enji apologizing on his knees to Shouto because gods forgive him, he loves this boy, he loves him, he may be seeking redemption but he& #39;d sooner burn in hell than give Izuku up. Just, ahhhhn so good!!!
