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(Y/N is 19) 3 years ago was the worst fucking time of my life. My stepdad(no relation at all) married my mother, even though I know it was just for her body and money. In a world full of quirks, his is the worst. He can erase anyone's quirk with just his eyes, without flinching. His day job is a teacher at a quirk school or something. Even though he's in his 40s, UGGGGHHH, he and my mother never shut the fuck up when they're fucking in his room. Some nights I wish I could stab my ears out with a knife because of the unholy noises they make. One night I was sleeping like a baby around 1 am until my door suddenly slammed open. Fuck. Not now. Pleasseeee.
Stepdad stumbled through my room until he was at the foot of my bed.
He had a weird ass grin on his face. He never had that look.
His shirt was off, and only his black sweatpants remained.
Holy fuck, when did he get abs? No. no. stop. No. He's my stepdad. He's an asshole.
He suddenly went on his knees and crawled onto the bed when he landed at my legs. He crawled past my legs and full-on grabbed my neck and shoved me down. He slammed his open palm over my mouth with a foreign object. I felt something go into my mouth. I gagged and thrashed around trying to hit him, but he was stronger.
“Shhhhhh, swallow. I don't need you crying and yelling. The pill will help with my size,” he whispered with a low growl in my ear. He gripped my throat tighter so the pill dissolved. I whimpered weakly. My mind felt foggy. My stomach burned with fire, and my cheeks were red. I slowly felt my body go numb. He grinned again. His hand left my neck but went straight to my shorts. My eyes widened. He slid my shorts down and off, throwing them on the floor. His hand rubbed over my underwear. I was immediately wet. I gasped out a whimper as he rubbed harder.
“Dirty girl,” he grinned.
He stopped rubbing and yanked down my underwear. My face turned different shades of red. He slipped one finger into my wet area. I gasped and tried to close my legs, but he pushed them apart wider.
He leaned down in front of my face.
“Your mother has tired me out, Y/N. I needed something…fresh,” he whispered as our mouths connected. I choke out a moan as he pleasures me. He fingered me for a bit more before taking his cummed covered fingers out and licking them. He leaned back on his heels as he lowered his sweatpants down to his knees.
Holy - he was packing.
He stroked his dick while staring at me with lust. He grabbed my legs, hoisting them around his waist. His dick rubbed the entrance of my throbbing clit. I was still under the influence of the drug he gave me. I couldn't move. Scream. Run.
Before I could protest, he aggressively thrust into me. I weakly yelped out and arched my back. He panted and moaned as he thrust harder while at the same time pulling my shirt up and sucking my nipples.
He kept hitting my G-spot every time. How the fuck.
He suddenly pulled out of me with a wet plop and got off the bed. Blood and cum covered the floor and bed. I blinked once. My clothes were back on. I blinked a second time. He disappeared. Or should I say he's been gone. Was it bad that I hallucinated about my dead stepdad fucking me? Probably.