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WARNING! RAPE OF A MINOR. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

WARNING! SELF HARM! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(WARNING! RAPE OF A MINOR)

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut and he felt his father turn his chair to face him. "Look at me" His father said roughly. Katsuki looked up at him obediently. His father ran his thumb over Katsuki's soft lips before picking him up and throwing the ash blonde on the bed. Said blonde winced in pain as the larger male climbed on top of him and straddled his hips whilst licking his lips in anticipation.

Katsuki whimpered softly was his father kissed and licked his neck as he began to grind against him. He removed Katsukis clothes and lustfully took in his young teenage body like a greedy fat kid might look at cake or candy. Katsuki watched in shame as his father unbuckled his own pants revealing his own member. It was thick and pulsing due to his erection. Katsuki gripped the sheets as his father slowly slid into his abused hole. His body screamed in pain but he only bit his lip. He was used to this.

His fathers pace picked up until it was harsh and animalistic, shaking the bed causing it to make loud thuds against the walls. This blended with the bed creaking and the wet slapping sound if hard sex. Katsuki helplessly watched as his father stroked his member in time with his thrust. He hated his teenage body for reacting the way it did. He hated the hot pleasure mixing with the pain.

It seamed like lifetimes before his fathers thrust became sloppy and finally Katsuki felt a hot liquid rush into himself and warm his belly as his father climaxed. This in turn, triggered Katsuki's own climax and he moaned out helplessly as he bucked his hips instinctively as he and his father rode out their orgasums together. Soon his father pulled out and smiled at the ash blonde teen.

"What a slut," was all he said before putting his pants back on and waking out leaving a battered and violated teen on his bed, crying as he felts his fathers disgusting fluids mixed with blood leak out of his anus. He felt ashamed. Like it was his fault. It wasn't of corse, however; he still felt it to be. He curled up into a fetal position and cried himself to sleep. Feeling as though he really was a worthless imperfect slut.

~With Izuku~

Izuku was starting to become worried about Kacchan. He just seamed so frail and tired. He looked sick as well. He didn't mention it though. He did not want to make the explosive ash blonde upset at school and so he kept trying to talk to him after school. But said ash blonde always went home in a hurry. But curious young Izuku watched and always saw... Kacchan pause before he opened the door as his head went down and he tensed as he opened the door and slipped in silently. He never talked of his parents. He always talked about his home like he didn't want to go back. Izuku knew something was wrong. He just didn't know how to ask his friend. What really bothered him was that sometimes when Kacchan would sit down he would wince like he was in pain. Izuku wondered if Kacchan got beat on his butt or maybe something harsher then that. But sweet, innocent, pure Izuku would never guess that brave, strong, fearless Kacchan was being raped by his own father.

He also noticed that his skin appeared to get paler and more translucent every day His dark circles appeared harsher and more stark every time he saw him. This concerned Izuku. He rightfully thought that a goodnight's sleep was vital to a growing boy. If Kacchan was not getting enough he may get sick. He also saw him eat only small portions then rush off to the bathroom almost instantly. He had researched it and was shocked to find out poor Kacchan might have a eating disorder. This worried the teen more. Growing boys must eat a lot after all. That is what his mother said anyways. He should visit his friend. Just to try and talk to him for once.

Timeskip

With Katsuki

The young teen woke to a dull throbing pain in his rear end. He inspected himself and was not surprised to find his legs sticky with cum and blood. He got up and took a hot shower scrubbing furiously. When he got out his skin felt raw and was a angry red. But he still felt dirty. He felt disgusting. Slutty. He looked down at himself in shame. He went to his room and took out a pencil sharpener. He expertly undid the screw and slid out the blade and sat on his bed.

(SELF HARM WARNING)

He made cuts all over his thighs and arms. Then on his hips and belly. He choked back a sob and made more until he felt satisfied as he watched the crimson liquid slowly leak out of his pale skin. He was truly puzzled as to why it was the same shade as his eyes. It didn't matter though. Nothing mattered. All that mattered was hiding his and his family's sins from the world. He cleaned the wounds and got dressed in black jeans, a grey long sleave shirt with his black skull shirt layered on top of it. He slipped on his white socks and combed his hair. Then sat at his desk and studied. Today was Saturday. There would be no excape until Monday. He dreaded the weekend unlike most teens. It meant he would have to stay at home and get abused. All weekend. He felt dull and hopeless. That was until, however; he heard someone knock at the front door.