molesting daeron while bathing him as payback for making him more presentable after he came home drunk and fucked up as usual so maekar doesn’t beat him again
warnings: dark content warning, dubious consent, chikan, public, manipulation, age gap (kishibe is 50, reader is 21+), groping/fondling, he’s an old man and only cares about his pleasure, thigh-fucking, slight degradation, not much conversation being had
A/N: This is only my second piece ever but I’ve had this idea for months and this was the only opportunity to fully flesh out my thoughts. Enjoy! For @bastardblvd’s slimeball collab! :D
-18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
You’re no stranger to the city life. You understood what responsibilities came with disembarking the ship of the old and entering the new. It doesn’t sway you when you have a set routine. You’re going three months strong in your new relationship with public transportation. You know it like the back of your hand, and you know the schedules like they’re your own.
You’d purposely chosen the early morning transit. Today was a big day, you see. You were interviewing for a position your friend had offered. It was your chance at stability, financial stability.
“First impressions count,” you remember telling your soon-to-be-boss over email.
They do.
You step foot on the train and make a beeline towards a secluded corner. Instinctively, you begin scan your surroundings, hoping your stare was deadly enough to ward off any creeps. That’s when your eyes land on the man sitting across from where you’re standing, with disheveled hair, tired eyes, and a smirk on his lips as he returns the stare. You shudder in response and shake your head, turning your attention elsewhere.
Minutes pass, and you’re too deep in thought to notice that same man offering you his seat. Too spaced out to feel when his fingers ghost around the hem on your pants. Too late to react when he’s pressing his chest firm against your back. It’s as if he was reading your mind the minute you landed back to your reality. He easily slid an arm around your waist, pulling you in close, tight. Bodies colliding against one another as the train made its way through unsteady terrain. “Easy there, clumsy.” He chuckled “Almost fell on top’a me.” You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, baffled. And he was serious with his expression when you craned your neck to look at him. His brown eyes boring into yours, pitifully. Like you were the one who was invading his personal space and he was forgiving you.
Still, he kept a firm hold on you. His thumb finding its way underneath your shirt and pushing up against your soft skin, rubbing circles. His way of trying to soothe your nerves, you thought. Regardless, you wrapped a hand around his wrist in a futile attempt to pry his dirty paws off but he his grip only tightened. He didn’t like that. “Y’know,” he sighed “You really oughta respect yer elders, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be offerin’ up their seats for you.” He continued.
You blink away your thoughts to reply but he was quick to cut you off before the gears in your brain had time to churn. “Was just tryna show some chivalry” He muttered. “Ya can’t blame me.” And he was starting to get to you, your thoughts consuming you whole once again.
Could you blame him? What other person would abandon their comfort for you?
The reality of the situation dawns on you when there’s pressure on your backside. A thick bulge marking its territory through the barrier of clothes. He begins to rut against the swell of your ass and his hold on you loosens only slightly, he calls it a reward for being so quiet. Earning you a kiss to the neck.
The warmth emanating from his body built a trap of feigned safety and security and yet you couldn’t help but slightly lean into the comfort of it, and you can’t help the involuntary squeeze of your thighs when he presses up against you once more, this time with more intent as he angles his hips. And you can’t help the way your skin feels as if it’s on fire, your body accepting the arousal before you could process it. So you try to speak, try to advocate for yourself before someone catches on but your mouth feels so dry, your eyelids feel so heavy and your brain feels like mush. You’re weak and you’re not sure you care entirely. His fingers remain splayed out against your abdomen, keeping you locked in place and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. His free hand snakes its way to your chest, right at your breasts, taking a handful to squeeze before his grip on you disappears completely.
A pleasured hum left your lips in spite of your efforts to feel otherwise so you let yourself get lost in the attention for a while. It was then that you realized you couldn’t feel him on you anymore. No, he was barely touching you at all. And for a split second, you felt a twinge in your stomach at how the situation ended so abruptly. The feeling left as quick as it came and the reality of the situation begins to settle. How horrifying it all is.
Your nose twitches in annoyance and you take his absence as an opportunity to leave, so you do. You go as far as the open spaces on the tram will take you. Down far back, in another corner. And this time you refuse to turn your back. You let out a deep breath… It was finally over.
Mistake #2 of the night. Assuming.
You were wrong and within minutes familiar fingers were tugging at your pants, pushing them down your thighs for easy access. He was following you. You look away. At others, out the window, at anything to distract yourself from the absurdity of the situation. It was degrading, the way he was treating you. The way he was grabbing you, forcing your back to him once more. And he didn’t care. You didn’t either, it seems.
You were letting it happen after all.
Something he had murmured in your ear as he got close, freeing himself from the confinement of his pants while he rubbed the blunt tip up against the crease of your thigh, defiling your skin with his pre-cum. Like it was his personal canvas.
He let spit dribble from his tongue down to his girthy base, using what he could to lubricate himself. Although it didn’t seem to matter much either when you’ve been letting your arousal leave it’s own trail of need. He planted himself behind you, wrapping an arm around the length of your upper torso to lock you into place before sheathing himself with the warmth of your thighs.
Your eyes widened. He was big.
Another buck of his hips and your stance weakens.
You feel sick. Your head is spinning because it’s not just him reeling in the high of the obscenity.
You want to call him a pervert, tell him off about how disgusting he is. Humping you like a dog in heat. But if he’s all that, then what does that make you? You shudder again, your knees buckling in on you as you struggle to keep yourself together. He lets out a chuckle in response and lingers his hands over your breasts, kneading them attentively. A broken cry slipped past your lips, loud enough to attract the attention of the man in front of you, who chose to step further away instead of looking at you.
He continued on this way. His pelvis making contact with the fat of your ass with each calculated thrust, using your body for what it’s worth. You let him. The pace picks up and he’s having trouble suppressing his groans, resorting to breathy gasps. And for some reason that only makes heat pool at your core. Now you’re panting, arching off his chest to push your ass into his touch and he greedily accepts. Your head lulls back to rest against his shoulder, staring up at him as you let out a hushed string of whimpers. Your hands atop of his, moving his fingers so they fondle at your breasts, so he’s giving your sensitive nipples a gentle squeeze. So you’re useful, proving yourself worthy of his attention.
You gasp when he throbs, watching him relish in the lust as his hips stuttered, feeling him twitch. “Fuck,” He growled, letting out a shaky breath followed by a litany of curses. And you faintly smiled to yourself when he buried himself to the hilt within your thighs, unintentionally coaxing him to the finish line. He makes sure to cage both arms around you this time, holding you steady while he paints you pretty with his cum. He leans in one last time, lips barely grazing the shell of your ear.
TW: MINORS DNI, MINORS DNI 18+ only, stepcest, reader got implants, use of the word mommy, groping, teasing, face sitting, underwear sniffing, perverted natsuo, over stimulation, dumbification [If i forget anything please tell me and I’ll fix it!]
Tags: @httpxyeager & @garoswife
Also thank you @yungxinderella for elaborating/indulging with me on the fucked up Todoroki family!!
Natsuo is such a dirty pervert, ever since you started living at Enji’s place, your panties have been going missing! You know it’s him, Shoto wouldn’t steal from you and Fuyumi had her own panties! You decided to confront him one day while Enji was at work only to walk in on him fucking his fist with your panties. It made you mad! The delicate lace that you loves so much was getting ruined by his cum. What surprises you most is that fact that he doesn’t even react to seeing you! He just keeps on going while staring you straight in the eyes. You don’t know why you’re so aroused but your clenching your legs together while he’s pulling you onto his bed. Firm, calloused hands steadying you over his face, he took a sharp inhale before letting out a deep guttural moan, stroking himself faster. A mix of whimpers and grunts escaping his lips as he fucked his hand desperately. His grunts turned to moans when you slipped off your now damp panties, tossing the silky fabric aside, letting him eat you like starved man. He doesn’t stop even when you cum, just keep going and going until your mumbling and babbling like the dumb bimbo you are.
“One more.” Is all he can muster out against your gushing cunt, continuing to lap everything up, fuck his tongue into you and do the same thing to himself, he fucks himself dumb into his fist while eating you out. He was just about fuck you properly when Enji got home. You stumbled off of him, smacking his hands away and straightening out you skirt, so dumb you didn’t even bother to put on your panties, you just stumbled out to go greet your husband.
Things get worse with Natsuo when Enji buys you implants, he wanted your boobs to be bigger, to look more mommy like. You couldn’t resist him, he knew what was best for you! The only problem was the healing process, your step children were all over you, arguing over who would help you with your bandages and who would help you bathe, Natsuo being a medical major showed himself to be worthy of the one taking care of that. While your still healing he doesn’t do much but stare and actually help you take care of them but once you’ve healed he’s a menace. He gives you a ‘checkup’ whenever you come home, groping your breasts and pinching your nipples. He’s so condescending about it too, treats you like you’re stupid!
“Feels good? I bet it does, such a slutty mommy with big tits for her new kids, hm? Got these just for us? C’mon mommy let me squeeze em’ make sure you don’t have any pain. I’m the doctor here after all.” He would coo, groping your new large breasts with both hands, burrows his face in them and takes your nipples into his mouth. If he’s feeling mean he’ll bit done and listen to you fight back the urge to squeal since Shoto is in the next room studying. He fucks your new tits, and keeps stealing your panties, your step son is so perverted and mean. It’s not like you can do much after all, your just one of his dads new toys that he likes to use when he can.
