Alrighty so if you saw my a/n in previous chapters, this story contains rape. This chapter is one of the ones who have this content and it's after the first "~~~~~" and starts around there with "Kaminari's nervousness spikes..." so be mindful of that. It ends after the next "~~~~~". 

The walk home is excruciating. 

He focuses on the burn in his legs, not having gone to Recovery Girl after fighting Bakugo. He'd ended up losing. Not a surprise, but he did learn a lot. Learned every time he sparred against his classmates, especially with people like Iida and Bakugo. They give him pointers on how to do something with more power and flexibility to do different attacks in quick movements.

As he nears his house, he nervously wrings the strap on his bag, remembering the look that Bakugo gave him as he said bye to everyone. 

His heart was beating so loud in his chest and he was so aware of his breathing. 

Just focus on the burn in your legs.

He'd tried so hard today and it was showing. He did have actual burns on his legs, but those were lower, like on his calves. His thighs, though, were so sore, they felt like they were about to fall off. 

His friends thought it was weird that he hadn't gotten to Recovery Girl to get the burns healed, but he ignored them. He just needed a distraction. Anything for now. 

Then he was home.

He'd passed his dad's car as he walked to the door, taking deep breaths to calm down. Totally okay. Just a regular day.

"I'm home," he calls out. 

He doesn't hear his dad, so he must be in his room. He'll go say hi once he's done changing. 

He walks to his own room, wanting to change into something more comfortable. He'd changed and showered after school, but he wants something baggy now. 

He locks his door and goes over to his dresser to get some clothes. He changes rather quickly and checks his phone for any messages. There are some, but they're mostly memes. He went through some, laughing at a few, but they weren't enough to ease his nervousness.

He takes a shaky breath, standing up from where he sat on his bed, and makes his way downstairs. His mom gets home in about four hours minimum, five hours tops.

He'll just get it over with.

He walks downstairs and hears shuffling around as he gets closer. When he sees his dad, he takes a deep breath again. His dad has his back turned to him.

He starts walking with louder steps so that Kisho can hear. 

His dad immediately perks up and turns around. 

"Hey dad."

"Oh, hey,"  Kisho greets, turning back around to look at whatever he was looking at.

Kaminari just has to talk. "I didn't see you when I came in, were you in your room?" Kaminari asks.

"Yeah, had to look for my glasses to read this damn recipe," Kisho says, picking up the paper to show to Kaminari. 

Kaminari nods and takes the paper from him. "We're making this tonight?"

Kisho nods, moving around the kitchen to grab the ingredients he remembers. 

Okay, so far so good.

~~~~~

Kaminari's nervousness spikes once the dish goes into the oven.

His dad walks over to the living room, breathing in deeply.

Kaminari wants to stay in the kitchen or maybe he can go to his room.

Once Kisho is in the living room, Kaminari decides that he's going to his room. "Hey dad, text me when mom is almost here," he says, stepping in the direction of the stairs, to his room.

It's when his dad sighs heavily that he stops in his tracks, looking at the stairs that are right there. They were so close, almost taunting him.

He turns around. "You're leaving me alone?" Kisho asks.

Kaminari swallows thickly, but smiles anyway. "Oh, you know, I gotta do the homework that we were assigned this weekend," he lies easily. 

"Okay, just come give me a hug."

Kaminari's mood instantly drops. His hope- gone.

He walks over to his dad, not trying to fight it. Never has. He just goes up to him, wrapping his arms around him as Kisho does the same, except Kisho breathes in deeply and moves his hands lower on Kaminari's back.

"You love me, right?"

Kaminari just goes along with it. "Yes."

Kisho pulls him to the couch, already sure that Kaminari knows what's happening. Again.

He tries to shut everything out, aware of what's happening, but feeling as if though he's not there anymore. He can remember other times, but usually he can't remember exactly what happened. He just remembers being nervous and when it started, a few things in between, and then the end when he had to clean himself up.

Once his dad leads him to the couch, he lays him down and hovers over him. The small feeling of fear steadily getting worse, making him blink. He tends to feel emotionless during times like these, but it's always during the beginning that he feels the most. Well, emotionally that is. He feels everything else.

Like when his dad grabs his hand and puts it over his crotch, making Kaminari press down. He just hopes he doesn't do anything more than make Kaminari give him a blow job. 

Kisho breathes in heavily, exhaling just as hard as Kaminari starts moving his hand on his own. 

"Yeah, just like that, Princess."

He starts undoing Kisho's belt along with unbuttoning the pants, wanting to get it over with already. It's not like he hasn't done this dozens of times before. The clinking of the belt rings through his ears.

It's so loud.

So familiar.

So unwelcome.

No matter how many times he's done this, though, he always hesitates when he gets to touching his dad there. That's when everything gets foggy and goes way too slow, or too fast. It depends.

The feeling is really gross in his hand. It's soft and really easy to move back and forth. It's also already kind of slippery. The familiar clear substance already coming from his dad's thing. 

His dad had sunk lower, practically crushing Kaminari, pressing him harder into the cushions. The feeling was not welcome. Hell, this whole situation wasn't. Kisho then gets up, zipping his pants up, not bothering with the belt, probably deciding that the couch was not comfortable or a great place to do this. If Kaminari's mom came home early, this would be the first thing she saw. 

His dad could not risk that.

He couldn't either.

Kisho walks up the stairs, Kaminari following without resistance. It's gross, really. He feels gross. It definitely is. 

His dad goes into his room. The room he shares with his wife, but that obviously doesn't matter to him. He just wants a young hole to take advantage of.

His dad closes the door and Kaminari walks over to the bed, sitting down, wondering what exactly is going to happen now. 

Kisho just walks over and lies next to him, putting them both under the covers. He pulls down his zipper, the metal of the belt clinking once again and reminding him of all the previous times.

"Come on, you too," Kisho breathes out, already running his hands up Kaminari's torso. 

Of course, Kaminari does what he's told with no fight, even going as far as doing things that he wasn't even asked to do. 

Once Kaminari is done pulling his baggy sweats off, he reaches for Kisho's dick again. He reaches into his dad's underwear and just starts stroking. His dad obviously enjoys it, the heavy breathing on his neck a dead giveaway. His dad tries doing the same for him by reaching into Kaminari's underwear and grabbing him. It wasn't pleasurable. It hurt. He didn't want it, but he pretended anyway.

"Do you like it?"

Kaminari just nods.

"Tell me."

"I like it."

His dad continues moving his hand up and down, Kaminari not feeling anything but discomfort. When his dad starts moving his hand lower, towards his backside, Kaminari knows that he won't just be able to give his dad a blow job and just move on. Today it was going to hurt. 

His dad moves more on top of him, legs on either side of Kaminari and he pulls Kaminari's underwear off. He does the same to himself, moving Kaminari's hand from his dick, and grabbing it, lining it up already. He never prepares him. His legs are opened, the soreness of the day burning even more. 

Just focus on that.

My legs hurt. They're sore from training. And the burns. They hurt really bad and I am only focusing on that.

Kisho just moves and pushes slowly, breathing so heavily onto Kaminari's neck, holding his hands down. He knows Kaminari won't move, but it's some sort of power play or something. 

It smells bad. Really bad. It smells like the unwanted sex he's been having for years. 

Kaminari clenches down there really hard, not wanting his dad to actually enter him. It hurts a lot.

Kisho ends up slipping between his ass and into his cheeks. Kaminari doesn't know if he notices, honestly. Everything is happening at once. The heavy breathing, and it's right then that Kisho kisses him, forcing his tongue in.

His tongue is rough in Kaminari's mouth and it explores every inch as if he has never done this before. Then there's his dad's hands. One holding his wrists down and the other touching him all over his chest. 

His dad seems frustrated as he pushes and pulls between Kaminari's bottom. When he moves a certain way, he pushes into Kaminari and it burns. Damn, he realized he wasn't in him yet. It hurts so much, but Kisho keeps pushing in there. It's slow at first, but he continues even further.

Kisho pulls away from the unwanted kiss to pant against his neck again and Kaminari closes his mouth instantly, also closing his eyes as tight as he can, trying not to focus on the pain on his bottom as his dad moans.

"Do you like it, Princess?"

"Yeah," Kaminari says, trying not to give away how much it hurts. He just wants to get this over with. 

His dad moves faster, making the movements rougher and pushing and pulling Kaminari up and down the bed. Kisho doesn't enter him completely, just enough to bring pleasure to himself. 

After a few more thrusts, Kaminari feels warmth in his bottom and his dad groaning in pleasure as he falls onto Kaminari's small frame.

He feels so small when he's here. When he's like this, so compliant and submissive.

He never cried when it happened. Never let himself. Not even when he was younger, that he remembered. Didn't even cry after when he was cleaning himself up. Not even at night when he was going to bed. Not the next morning when he woke up and ate breakfast with his family. It took him about a few days to break down over it, never for more that thirty minutes, though. It was quick. Just a small rush of disgust and panic and lots of crying.

After a week or so, he just cried about everything. Couldn't stop himself from everything he was feeling. 

Kisho sat up and disappeared into the restroom in his room. Kaminari took that as his cue to leave and did just that right after quickly pulling up his pants. He needs to shower and change anyway.

~~~~~

After that, Kaminari went about his day, showering, cleaning up, and throwing his clothes in the washer before going on his phone and replying to his friends. 

The food wouldn't be ready until after his mom got here, and it was almost eight, so she should be getting home soon. He was always happy to see her after a while, even with all the school stuff. That usually got to him in the moment she asked. She tended not to bring it up for a while. Well, usually.

He didn't know when it turned eight, but it eventually did. He didn't even notice until he heard his mom call for him downstairs.

He quickly shoved his phone into the pocket of his new pair of sweats and headed downstairs with a quick, "I'm going," so she knew he was on his way.

Once he was downstairs, he hugged his mom and kissed her on the cheek, giving her a quick hug. 

"I was just telling your father how great it smells in here. I can't wait for dinner. One of my coworkers 'accidentally' dropped my lunch when she was trying to get hers out of the fridge. I think she did it on purpose since I got the promotion last month when she was bragging about how she was going to get it," Yukako says.

Kaminari just laughs. "We all knew you were the one who was going to get it, Mom. It's good that you're hungry, though. We were hoping you'd be hungry enough to see how much you liked it," he says. "But sorry about that mean lady," he quickly adds.

She smiles and ruffles his hair. "I'm sure it'll taste great."

"So what did you guys do in the mean time?"

His dad shrugs at the question that was directed at Kaminari. 

Kaminari always comes up with the best lies. "I had to do some homework that Mr. Aizawa assigned us this weekend, so I didn't really spend time with Dad aside from making dinner," he says.

His mom nods distractedly as she crouches to look into the oven.

"I'm pretty much done, though. The last part is something my friends wanted to go over together tomorrow, so I won't be staying," he adds.

Yukako stands up straight and looks at him. "Are you trying to ditch us?" She asks with a small laugh.

He laughs, "Nope, that's you guys. How many escape attempts was it again?"

"Only two-million, three-hundred thousand," she says, playful tone in her voice as she smiles at him.

He frowns dramatically at her. "You're so mean, I swear," he says.

Kisho interrupts them, calling their attention by saying the food is ready. They both go to the table, waiting for Kisho to take the dish over to them so they could all eat.

Even if Kaminari wasn't hungry, he was going to pretend. Pretend until everything was okay. Maybe even until be could actually be okay.

Maybe.

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