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Enji caught a glimpse of you peeking through the half shut door as he was training Shoto. When his eyes met yours, you immediately took off running. He didn’t bother chasing after you. He had nothing to hide, everyone knows how harsh his training is.
You looked so scared ever since then, never daring to make any form of contact with him. You were now scared of him, just like the rest of your siblings. But there was something about your fear that made his cock throb.
He walks into your room, catching you off guard. You smile, pretending to be happy in his presence. Your eyes tell him different, iris’ shaking and pupils dilating. He’s already so hard.
You’ve always been the most interesting of his kids. The youngest and weakest, yet you never seemed to care. You never cared if he gave you attention or not. Usually you look like you’re in your own little world. Occasionally you’re nosey, just like you were that day when you were spying on him and Shoto.
“What are you doing?” Enji sits on your bed, nice and close to you. The tiny bed creaks as he sits down as well. God, you are so fucking small .
You point at your coloring book, not speaking a word. You have always been scared of dad. He always yells at everyone…but when you saw him hurting Shoto, you felt a new level of fear.
“Aw, that’s a cute little picture. You like that type of animal?”
You nod. “It’s my favorite animal.” You whisper.
He places a hand on the small of your back and you tense up. “Do you want to train?”
You shrug. “Like how Shoto does…?” Your heart is thumping in your chest. You’re nowhere near as strong as Shoto, so why would dad want to train you?
“No, no.” He chuckles deeply. “Like special training…between daddies and their daughters.”
“Why can’t Fuyumi do it…she’s stronger than me.”
“That’s why I want to train you…so you can get stronger. Plus, daddy wants to bond with you.”
“Sure…” You're not enthusiastic about it at all.
You slowly walk behind your father down the hallway. He seems to be in a hurry, walking at much a faster pace than you.
He turns to look behind him, rolling his eyes that you’re a few feet behind him. “ Hurry.” He grabs your hand and yanks on your arm.
You feel like your shoulder could rip out of its socket the way he tugged on you. “Ow…” you mumble. Now you have no choice but to keep up with his pace. It feels like you’re out of breath by the time you reach the training room.
“Well…” You look around the room. You’ve never been in here before, dad always told you and your siblings to keep out. It’s nothing special, some workout equipment here and there. “What do I do? Lift weights?”
“No, baby…you’re not strong enough yet.” He eyes you up and now, licking his lips.
You’re so delicate looking. Enji has no intentions of making you stronger, if anything he’s going to make you feel much weaker than you already are. If that wasn’t obvious by now, but you are unaware of his true intentions.
“You can’t train in that outfit, so get undressed.”
“I have to go back to my room-“
“No.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “But I’m not wearing anything underneath…l-like a bra…”
“So? Shoto trains shirtless.”
“I’m not a boy…girls can’t be shirtless.”
Your hesitation is making him so frustrated. “Since I’m your father, I can see.”
You turn away from him and slowly pull off your shirt. You’re too embarrassed to face him. It doesn’t matter what he says, you know he’s not supposed to see you like this.
He walks around so he can get a better look at your front portion. He holds back a grin, trying to keep his stern face with you. He can’t hold back the blood rushing to his cock.
“You’re like a miniature version of your mom, you know that?”
You notice his lingering gaze at your chest, so you cover yourself. “Not really…”
He runs his fingers through your snow white hair. You do have more of your mother’s features, but your eyes share the same color as his. “I think you’re right.”
You give him a quizzical look.
“You’re better than her.”
“Th-That's not what I’m saying…”
“You’re even better than Fuyumi…”
You open your mouth like you want to reply, but nothing comes out. What exactly is he getting at? Why is he saying such confusing things?
“Shoto is the perfect son…and you, you’re the perfect daughter.”
“Thanks…but I’m not- H-Hey!” You 're standing one second and then the next, your father is forcing you on your knees.
“You’re going to have to train harder than Shoto, if you want to be my favorite kid.” He now has his cock in his hand, it’s painfully hard and the long vein that runs through it is throbbing. “What’s with that face?”
Your face is scrunched up in disgust. The head of his cock is touching your cheek and the precum that leaks from it makes your cheek sticky. You’re not even sure what’s going on…but you’re positive Shoto doesn’t train like this.
You sniffle and choke back sobs. You do not want to cry in front of dad. You’re a Todoroki, you’re supposed to be strong. But yet, you’re the weakest of your siblings, mentally and physically . Your eyes spew out a waterfall of tears, proving that you are weak.
Enji places his hand on your head. “This is part of our training, princess.”
“Sorry…daddy…I’m not strong enough.”
“Just open your mouth wide…” Enji rubs the tip of his cock across your lips, smearing more of his precum on your face. “You’re lucky daddy chose you.”
You open your little mouth as wide as you can. You know where he wants to put it…but you’re not going to initiate it. Dad does though by thrusting himself right into your mouth then down your throat. Your gag reflex immediately kicks in when he hits your throat. He’s so big…in so many ways.
Enji is honestly surprised he was able to fit almost all of his length inside of you. He gives you loving eyes, cooing over you. He keeps a hand behind your head, shoving you down to his base and pubes. He clutches a fistful of your hair and tugs you off of him, your teeth scrape along his shaft.
He lets you catch your breath until you’re done coughing. He snickers to himself as you try to get away, but all you do is whine as he tugs on your hair.
“Your mom would never let me do this to her.”
Why would she? It’s gross…grossest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth.
“That’s why you’re better than her…”
Enji forces his cock in your mouth again, this time he tells you to suck. And so you suck on his cock, slobbering all over it. This is the best he’s felt in years, even better than the first time he had sex.
“Daddy is going to cum-!” He tugs you off of his cock, this time he lets your hair go and you fall right on your back with a thud. As you try to regain your oxygen, he quickly pumps his saliva covered cock. Enji aims his cock at your underdeveloped tits and shoots thick cum over them.
He has to take a breather. “Hardest…I’ve ever came…fuck, you made daddy weak.”
“Don’t want to train anymore.”
“Adorable…” Enji is amused that you still think this is some sort of training session. You’re just a kid still, he can’t blame you for thinking that. You’ll catch on eventually, but for now he enjoys the control he has over you.
“It’s almost over, princess.”
Enji flips you on your tummy then grabs your hips so your tiny ass is in the air.
Your eyes widen in fear once he tugs down your pants and underwear. You start to cry once you feel him pressing against your opening. Deep down you want to crawl away…you said you didn’t want to ‘train’ anymore. Why isn’t he listening? You want to be stronger…you hate how defenseless you are.
He prods at your tiny cunt until he is finally able to breach your opening. “Shit…so fucking tight, princess.” He’s going to stretch you out, mold your cunt to fit him. You’re his own flesh and blood, he has the right to fuck you first. Hes going to be the only one who gets to fuck you.
You yelp as he spanks you.…he did it so hard, you know it will leave a mark. The harder he pounds into you, the more you cry.
Enji squishes your ass, occasionally pulling apart your cheeks. “You’ve got such a cute little ass…” He spanks you once more, leaving a nice large handprint. “Fuck…daddy is going to cum again-!”
“Daddy…stop!”
“It’s okay princess…f-fuck, I’m almost done.” He cums a second time, this time filling your little cunny up with thick warm cum. He pulls out, letting you leak slick and cum.
You fall to the floor, body trembling. “I don’t want to train anymore…please no more.” You mumble in a raspy tone.
He flips you on your back, your face is wet with tears. He gives you one of his rare smiles. His loving smile and loving eyes. He’s praising you in a way, not even your own mother got a smile like this out of him.
“You’re still weak, but you’ll get stronger the more we do it, princess.”