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“One more try, stand up.” Enji firmly told his son who was struggling to stand up after combat.

 

The youngest Todoroki whimpered on the floor, weak.

 

“Stand up, Shoto!”

 

“Stop! He’s only a child!” Rei intervened. Saying the same old thing as she went to pick up her baby boy.

 

Enji frowned, but let it happen. Not like the boy can stand up anyway. It was over sooner than he would have wanted their training to be, as usual. Disappointment.

 

He watched as his wife pick up their injured boy, taking him inside to treat him.

 

After some time, Enji found the two. He watched his wife breastfeed their youngest son. His eyes narrowed as he listened to that soft suckling the boy made as he fed from his mother. Comforted. Safe in his mother's arms, they must believe.

 

“Drink up, Shoto.. this will make you big and strong.” He heard his wife say to their youngest softly.

 

Useless.

 

This child has been breastfed for years now. It was about time he was weaned.

 

It was annoying.

 

Breast milk is supposed to help the immune system develop stronger. It’s supposed to help the child grow and become stronger.

 

So why is his son, his perfect son, so useless during training? The boy can't do anything right. The only thing that boy seems so happy about doing is being on his mother’s lap contently drinking her milk.

 

That milk isn't doing shit for him.

 

Enji started doing some research. He blamed the breast milk for failing to help his son develop well and prepare him for his trainings. He tried thinking of replacements that were just as nutritious and beneficial in his physical development that would help improve his son's health to substitute for the breast milk. But everything that he found online was just too damn expensive.

 

That is until he discovered the contents or semen. Semen contains vitamin C, calcium, magnesium, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, zinc, and all that good stuff. Inexpensive and very convenient for the both of them.

 

So, the next time they trained, and this woman was ready to pick up their son off the ground to start their routine, Enji intervened this time.

 

“Leave the boy.”

 

Rei looked at her husband, confusion in her eyes. No, she has to take her boy in. He can't stand anymore.

 

“Leave.”

 

Rei hesitantly stood up, looking at her baby boy on the floor who started reaching a hand up to her.

 

“Leave! Now!” Enji yelled.

 

Rei hurriedly left as told.

 

Shoto's hand slowly fell when he realized his mother wasn't going to rescue him this time.

 

“Alright,” Enji started as he walked towards his youngest. “You're still getting your milk, so quit crying.”

 

The sound of his zipper opening had a pair of mismatched eyes looking up at his father in confusion. But the word ‘milk’ was enough to bring a slight belief of relief to him.

 

“It's just a little different and you have to work for it. You won't be given the milk so easily.” He warned as he took out his soft cock from his pants. He pointed it towards his son.

 

“Get up and suck.”

 

Shoto weakly got up from the ground, just enough to face what his father had in his hand. This was not at all like what he was used to sucking. This thing was much, much bigger. Thicker. Intimidating even while soft. It looked so foreign to him, he wasn't sure what to do with it even though his father just told him.

 

Enji rolled his eyes. This boy was taking too long. He grabbed the back of Shoto's little head, pushing it up against his dick, “Suck already.”

 

Before he could disappoint his father any further, Shoto wrapped his tiny lips around the head and sucked as he wanted. It was hard to contain in his mouth in contrast to his mother's nipple. It was hard to suck on it. But the hand on his head kept him still.

 

Shoto's tiny hands went to rest on his father's thighs as he did his best to suck him. He knew that he said this thing wouldn't give him his milk so easily, which was annoying to Shoto. He still has to work hard for what he wants.

 

Shoto's little tongue caressed the skin of the head, gently dipping into the slit. He made a soft noise at the flavor of it. He kept tonguing it while his lips stayed stretched around the head. The thing started to grow, he can feel it in his mouth.

 

Enji made a soft groan, barely audible, as his son treated his piss slit with so much attention using that soft little tongue.

 

“That's it, Shoto..”

 

What was that..? Was he actually praised? Shoto felt a warm sensation in his tummy. His father actually praised him. If he could smile, he would. But his lips were still wrapped around his father's growing erection.

 

He felt it harden and grow longer and longer. Wow. He didn't know this thing would be able to do that. He found it fascinating, actually. Tiny, dual temperatured hands curiously placed themselves over the shaft, feeling how hard and big his father is becoming as his tongue continued working. The child felt the hard length, making a soft hum around the tip. He liked it. He liked this feeling.

 

Enji watched his son exploring what he sported between his legs. The sight of his youngest, perfect boy taking his cock and treating it so well with those tiny hands.. hot and cold. It had him leaking.

 

Shoto made a surprised little noise, the cutest, when his tongue lapped up his father's precum. He flattened his tongue against it, wanting more.

 

And he gave him more.

 

Enji pushed his head a little closer, making him take a little more into that tiny mouth.

 

Shoto closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling. Despite the ache of his lips being stretched past their limit, he enjoyed the feeling of having his mouth so full.

 

This taste, although salty, he liked it. The way this soft skin felt against his tongue. He was hooked.

 

Abruptly, a flow of thick liquid flooded his mouth. Instinctively, Shoto swallowed what this thing gave him. He loves how thick it is.

 

Thick, warm, and creamy down his throat. His milk.

 

He swallowed as much as he could, but it almost seemed never ending. He wouldn't mind that.

 

Shoto felt his hair being gripped followed with a low, guttural moan. Was that a good sign? Did he make his daddy happy?

 

When the thing stopped giving him his milk, he licked the slit clean, although wanting more. He felt the thing slowly soften, much to his dismay.

 

“Enough, you'll get more later. Get used to this.”

 

Oh, he'll happily get used to this.

 

“This'll make you stronger.”

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As time flew by, Enji saw a great difference in his son. He seemed to be trying harder, lasting longer during their trainings. He looked healthier, skin glowing. The fact that Shoto is lasting longer during training is proof enough in itself that his semen is doing the trick. After all, it is a part of him. As a reward, he gave him his milk as usual.

 

It's become a routine.

 

After training, Shoto's face always glew up after hearing that familiar sound of a zipper opening. He would get in position: between his father's legs, lips around the head, hands on his length, then get to work.

 

He's always rewarded with that thick creaminess he's grown to love. It's what he works so hard to gain now. He's loved it so much now that it's all he thinks about. The way his father's erection grows in his mouth because of him. How it leaks onto his tongue because of him. He wants more of it rather than just once a day.

 

During one night, he gave his mother a hard time going to bed. He said he wanted his milk, but Rei didn't understand. She offered him her breast, he didn't want it. She offered him regular milk from the fridge, he didn't want it. Enji heard the commotion and told his wife to leave. He'll take care of it.

 

He sat on the edge of his bed that night, unzipped his pants, and pulled out what his little cock sucker wanted. Shoto immediately latched on without a word, suckling happily on the thickness that was his father.

 

Even after gaining his milk, being fed with a belly full, he kept suckling on the head until he fell asleep. The kid would use his cock as some sort of pacifier.

 

Enji would pull him off of his soft cock, then tuck the boy in.

 

Since that night, they realized how much they needed each other. Shoto loves the feeling of him in his mouth. Enji enjoys the easy access to orgasms. Why stop at twice a day?

 

Shoto seemed to believe that, too. Early one morning, he snuck into his parents room. Mother was sound asleep, as was father. He hoisted his small body up the tall bed, carefully crawled under the covers, and got where he is so used to being. Settling between thick legs, he pulled down his father's pajama bottoms. Took that soft cock right into his mouth and got to work for his protein.

 

The bedroom was silent except for the sucking noises Shoto's little mouth made. Rei didn't even show any signs of awakening as her youngest son sucked on her husband's cock next to her.

 

Enji slowly woke up to the pleasant surprise. He laid there, taking in the familiar soft, wet, warm suction made by his son's mouth. A large hand went to rest on the top of his head, showing his appreciation. Showing what a good boy he is being for daddy.

 

There it is, that thing is growing hard in Shoto's mouth. How he loves that feeling so. His tongue lapped at the slit, one of his favorite techniques to make the thing continue growing. Oh, there's that thing that leaks coming out of it, too! He felt warmth pool in his tummy, feeling proud of himself whenever he makes daddy's thing grow so hard and leaking. Feeling it twitch, so hot against his tongue.

 

“Hn.. good morning, Enji.” Rei greeted as she started to wake up beside them.

 

Shoto froze. He listened closely as fear crept up on him.

 

Enji looked at his wife, she was lying on her side with her back to him. But he still hated that Shoto had to stop, but he kept those lips tight around his cock either way. He didn't respond to her, letting her think he was still asleep.

 

Shoto felt his father's erection grow at full mast. It was leaking so much now. He had to lick it up. Enji was fully erect because of the situation.

 

Both males felt a weight being lifted off of the bed. Shoto turned his head a bit to see that his mother had gotten up. Enji turned Shoto's head, letting him know to focus on his cock instead.

 

Rei had left to go make breakfast. Completely unaware.

 

Enji took a hold of Shoto's head, pushing it a little further down to keep taking him further.

 

“That's it, Shoto.. doing so good, boy.”

 

Shoto closed his eyes, feeling his lips stretch again. His mouth was being flooded with a steady stream of pre. His hands went to stroke the thick length he couldn't fit in his mouth. He swallowed whatever it gave him. His tight, tiny throat made his father groan lowly. The way it contracted around him and just squeeze. Shoto’s mouth was better than any mouth he's had around him.

 

Enji rolled his eyes back, closing them to feel his son's mouth better. All he wanted to do was feel him around him. Who knew his youngest would have such a warm and inviting mouth?

 

His mind traveled to the memories of just a few moments ago. His wife laying beside him, sleeping and unaware that their son was under the covers, between his legs, getting an early breakfast. She left the room not knowing that her baby boy took a liking to his milk rather than hers.

 

The thought it all, as disgusting as it was, was enough to push him to climax.

 

“Enji, your coffee is ready!” Rei called from the kitchen.

 

“C-Cumming!” he growled. He lifted the bed covers, watching his young son as his cock pumped rope after rope of his thick, creamy seed feeding that hard working little mouth. “Fuck.. fuck..”

It was so hot.

 

Shoto happily drank it all up. He swallowed and swallowed his milk, so healthy. His little throat contracted and squeezed his father's erection to milk him to the last drop.

 

His big eyes fluttered open as he licked and clean the tip when his father was done. The child pulled off with a wet pop. Fuck.

In nearly an instant, Enji grew hard again.

 

“Shoto! Fuyumi! Natsuo! Touya!” Rei called, having finished making their breakfast, too.

 

“Go, go to the kitchen to eat breakfast.” Enji told Shoto.

 

The little boy licked his lips, seeing that his father was still hard. “But I want more of this.”

 

“Go. Now.” Enji told him firmly.

 

Shoto quickly did as told, getting off the bed to go to the kitchen. Enji could hear his wife greeting their youngest good morning. But the rest of the siblings didn't follow.

 

Enji eventually followed into the kitchen, still sporting an obvious erection. One which he caught Shoto staring at from the kitchen table instead of eating his bowl of cereal.

 

“These kids, still sleeping in.” Rei commented, avoiding eye contact to go wake up the rest of their kids.

 

Enji took the opportunity. It had to be done quick.

 

He went over to Shoto, pulling his pajama bottoms down low enough to free his hard cock and put a hand behind Shoto's head, guiding it to his dick. He knew the child would have known what to do if his cockhead was inches away anyway.

 

Shoto happily sucked without a word. They were doing this in the open, quick. It made a part of Shoto tingle.

 

Enji pumped his dick with his free hand while Shoto sucked and lapped on the head. The thought of it, their actions in such an open room with his youngest son.. it had him cumming the quickest and hardest he’s ever felt. Except, he didn't aim it for Shoto's mouth like he usually did.

 

He pulled the tip away from his son's lips and aimed it towards his little cereal bowl. He came with long, thick loads right into the cereal.

 

Shoto watched in fascination. He’s never seen the milk he's been swallowing. It always just lands directly into his mouth. But having it in his cereal now.. that was going to be his new favorite form of breakfast cereal.

 

Enji pumped himself through his mindblowing orgasm onto his kid’s cereal. When it came to the final drops, he poked the tip of dick into the milk of the cereal to make sure everything was in there. He even guided the head to Shoto's lips to lick him clean for a short time before stuffing his cock back into his pajama bottoms. He heard footsteps.

 

The rest of the family came in, going on about their morning routine.

 

Shoto took a good spoonful of his cereal, eating it happily knowing that it'll make him stronger. He made a soft content noise when he tasted his favorite milk.

 

Fuyumi turned to look at her baby brother. “You like that cereal, Shoto?” she asked.

 

“Mhm. It's my favorite.”

 

Father and son could get used to this.

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Years have passed and the youngest Todoroki and eldest Todoroki have long passed the need to continue their milk exchange. Shoto has grown up well, strong. He grew up very muscular, toned, and firm thanks to all the training. Thanks to his father's milk

But they keep doing it.

The two males found no need to stop. Both found comfort in it, and damn does Enji love the sight and feeling of his boy, his most precious boy, between his legs.

The sight of his dual toned hair bobbing up and down, taking in his cock so well.Those soft lips stretched as wide as they could to take in the girth of his favorite cock. Those hands, so small compared to his and still so curious. They wandered from his thick, firm thighs to his sack, fondling the family jewels and massaged him. The way his son would look up at him, eyes dazed and lost during their daily activity. He could tell the boy loves it. His eyes were always so sparkly although hazy. His expression, although blissed out, showed and asked for approval. His perfect boy wants to be praised. He wants to know if he's doing a good job at sucking daddy's cock. Seeking approval.

He'll give that to him.

A large hand would lose itself in those dual colored tresses, pushing him down further on his erection and choke him. Keep him there. Feel his son's throat contract and desperately swallow around him, getting used to his throat being filled. Getting used to his throat being fucked. The boy had no gag reflex. Throat trained to take his father well. Those dual colored eyes would look up at him with disparate need for air. He doesn't need that right now. He needs to focus on getting that milk he so desperately needs.

Mismatched eyes stared up at him in a silent plea. Enji pushes him down further.

His own eyes kept contact with his son's, watching his reaction.

Then he fed him.

He kept their eye contact as he filled his son's throat with that thick milk he's been having for years now. Shoto rolled his eyes back, closes them as he swallowed thickly around his father's cock. What a loud, lewd noise he made everytime he swallowed.

"That's it," Enji praised. His hand stroked Shoto's hair in a comforting manner.

"Keep getting stronger. Drink up."

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Years have passed since Shoto and Enji have been doing their activity.

Shoto still very much loves feeding from his father when he can, and Enji enjoys it just as much.

Shoto has finally begun his career as a pro hero and took after his father. Enji continued to be a hero for as much as he could, although it wasn't really the same as it was before.

Enji would feel more tired much more quicker than before. He could only be a hero for a few hours rather than have the day.

Enji would rest up at home after work. He would be home long before Shoto, resting on the couch on his back and would fall asleep. Whenever Shoto came home from work, he would come back sweaty and utterly exhausted. Despite the ache he would feel on his body, seeing his dad asleep was an open invitation.
However, something in his mind switched.

He made his way over to his sleeping dad. He undid his own pants to his hero suit, pulling his semi out. It was about time he got off.

Shoto panted softly as he climbed over his father's humongous body laying down on the couch. He straddled his chest as Shoto slipped his cock head past his father's lips. To his surprise, he felt those lips start sucking around him.

"Hn.." he noised as he slowly pushed his cock in further. His cock started hardening in his father's mouth.

Shoto stared at his father's sleeping face. The way his lips subconsciously sucked on him, as though somehow conditioned to suck upon instinct, was so hot to him. Although, when he pushed his cock further down into his throat, it was expected to feel his throat spasm in shock.

Enji's eyes shot open in confusion, looking up at his son with wide eyes, but he didn't move from his position.

"Take it, old man. You need my milk now." Shoto told him.

Shoto placed a hand on Enji's head, gripping his hair tightly and shoved his cock deep down into his throat. Enji audibly choked.

Shoto loved it. He loves the feeling of his throat clenching and spasming around him. How wet, slick, and absolutely hot his cock felt. So warm.

"Mm, you'll make a good cock sleeve."

Shoto didn't even wait for a response, not like his father can talk, before thrusting and fucking his throat.

Shoto moaned softly and grunted, hand still gripping his hair as he thrusted and fucked into that obscenely wet and tight heat. Enji gagged audibly, embarrassingly tearing up as he felt his jaw stretched, as was his throat. His eyes staring up at his son as he fucked his throat. He looked so.. powerful above him.

Shoto kept eye contact with his father. He kept his head craned up at an angle so he could fuck his throat deeper. His cock felt so unbelievably good, no wonder his father loves it when he did this for him. But now it was time for him to help keep his dad strong.

Enji's gags and saliva squelches resonated within the living room. Shoto's thrusts gradually picked up, small skin on skin slaps accompanied the sounds as Shoto's balls met with his father's chin. Occasional moans left Shoto's mouth.

Shoto eventually held Enji's head in place, Enji gagging loudly. A warm, thick, creamy load flooded Enji's throat, forcing him to swallow. He swallowed thickly around his hero son's cock. A small sense of pride swelled in Enji's chest at the mere feeling of how powerful his favorite son is. How easily he put him under him.

"That's it.. you'll grow stronger with this."
He mocked with a smirk.