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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Mogami_Keiji
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Mogami_Keiji
  Additional Tags:
      Drabble_Collection, Underage_Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Bullying, Implied/
      Referenced_Sexual_Harassment, Many_different_variations_of_Mobgami,
      Redemption, Mogamiworld
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      Published: 2017-05-21 Updated: 2017-06-28 Chapters: 6/? Words: 5038
****** Impressions ******
by pandoras_thomg
Summary
     A Collection of Mobgami drabbles that range from consensual/
     redemptive to dubcon/noncon. Specific kink tags will be included in
     each individual chapter. Some comforting fluff and some dirty smut.
Notes
     Tags in this chapter: Nonconsensual Touching, Underage Molestation,
     Ejaculation, Drugging, Sexual Torture, Teasing, Dreamfucking,
     Fainting, Fear, Unwanted Sexual Arousal, Embarrassment, Poor Mob, But
     also I wish I was in his shoes
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Look At Me *****
There is little Mob can do in a situation like this. He is drugged; weighty and
incapable of much movement–the most he can do is writhe a little bit to the
careful ministrations done on his body. Mogami is in his bed, touching him all
over. Mob huffs for air while the ghost strokes him in every place, uncaring of
his privacy or dignity. The caresses are extremely soft, teasing him, getting
him worked up to the point of tears. He can't talk very much, as his words
cannot form in his mouth. All he can express is soft moaning and whimpering.
"So, you like it, don't you?" Mogami taunts him with a handsome smile. Mob
hates how handsome he is, like an incubus trying to drag him to hell.
Mob wants to say "I don't like it, stop it." but he cannot speak quite yet. He
merely watches the smirking face above him as he is caressed.
Mogami is making love to him with just his hands. It is heartbreakingly
attentive to his every reaction, every stuttering breath and agonized groan.
Mob's skin feels so sensitive that he feels like he could explode against his
will. Mogami makes sure Mob appreciates every gesture he makes, fiddling with
each sensitive place like he wants Mob to come just from this. He caresses
Mob's ticklish spots: his underarms, his sides, his belly and neck. Mob squirms
like an insect. It feels so... so unbearable.
"What do you want?" Mogami gently asks before caressing Mob's inner thighs,
causing the boy to sigh, "This?"
Mob wants to deny it. He tries to shake his head, but he can't give any
indication that he wants Mogami to cease all his attention on his limp,
overstimulated little body.
"I do think you must enjoy this." Mogami says as he witnesses the twitching of
Mob's cock. He overwhelms it with his fingers running up and down the shaft and
thumb rubbing over the slit. "What a lewd person you are."
Mob shuts his eyes and tries to imagine that this isn't happening. Who is
Mogami to touch him like this? Why is the man giving him this torment? He
expected more pain–invasive pain. This is not what he thought Mogami was like,
and it is quite terrifying to be responding with passionate noises of
approval–his body's approval.
The hot breath around Mob's face and the boy's tears show Mogami that the
torture is working. The spirit is delighted to have found such a unique method
of degrading Shigeo. He watches as Shigeo tilts his head, face flushed, arching
his back unintentionally. His fingers twitch and his eyes roll backwards
towards the ceiling. Mob's facial expression is so delicious, and his weak,
sighing moans make Mogami realize the boy is coming already–but he is so
overwhelmed by the drugs that his full reaction is trapped inside him. Mob
realizes with horror that he can't scream and release his voice. He can only
look at Mogami with half-lidded eyes, with drool coming out of his mouth and a
quiet moan of embarrassment.
As his ejaculate splashes on his stomach, Mob sees the cruelest glint in
Mogami's eyes. Mob's chest heaves with effort to get oxygen. The orgasm makes
him so dizzy that he closes his eyes.
Mogami gently says, "Look at me, Shigeo."
Reluctantly, Mob opens his eyes again and meets Mogami's intense stare.
"You're learning." Mogami says approvingly, "I like you when you're more
obedient."
The words make Mob feel nauseous. The room is lurching. Mob's head falls to the
side and he finally faints. At the loss of his prisoner's consciousness, Mogami
sits back in his straddling position on top of Mob and clicks his tongue
chidingly.
"That won't do." he says.
Mogami leans over Mob's face and chuckles with satisfaction, deciding he'll
follow his little prisoner into the dream world. There, he can do what he
wants, as well. Mob can't move or run away in his dreams. The boy must hate
this. His cock awakens underneath the covers as he writhes like a worm in his
sleep. To an outsider, it would seem that Mob was all alone in his room, having
a normal wet dream. But this is simply what can be observed. Mob can't look
away. His freedom is unreachable.
***** An Unreasonable Request *****
Chapter Summary
     Mob keeps waking up in Mogamiworld with someone's ejaculate all over
     his face. He doesn't know what he needs to do in order to make it
     stop.
Chapter Notes
     Tags: Mogamiworld, Underage noncon, Somnophilia, Masturbation, Threat
     of Rape, Facials, Domination, Degradation
See the end of the chapter for more notes
If walls could speak, they would be rambling. Mob couldn't tell what went on
when he was asleep... but he had a suspicion when he woke up one night, face
splattered with a salty, white fluid. As he sat up, the stuff dripped onto his
blanket. It smelled like... something organic and animalic. The splash of
liquid on his cheeks woke him straight out of sleep, but when he looked around,
he found no culprit.
It went on like this each night. Mob would wake up with a start because
something had shot out and hit his skin. Every time he woke up, he checked his
whole house for signs of a break-in. It was scary. Why was this happening to
him? Why was it happening every night?
Mogami watched the boy's confusion with cruel amusement. He couldn't be seen at
all, so Mob had no way of knowing just what was going on while he slept. The
truth was, Mogami had perverse thoughts when he watched Mob sleeping soundly.
The child was so undisturbed, swept away from his worries by dreams. Mogami
decided to interfere each night. He stood over Mob and stroked himself in
secret. He would picture his sweet prisoner being humiliated at school or
beaten up by high schoolers. The look of despair on the poor child's face had
Mogami aroused. Soon the confusing episodes each night would build up until
Shigeo lost his mind. He'd look around and try to find someone to blame, but he
would never find the attacker.
The spirit had fun. His soft cock hardened when he saw the boy's peaceful
sleeping face and thought about ruining it. He carefully made sure not to groan
as he jerked off over Mob's unconscious body. Breathing shallowly, he brought
himself to orgasm once again. He ejaculated on Mob's pure, innocent lips. Mob
opened his eyes with a start and accidentally licked some of Mogami's cum. The
boy choked on the taste and wiped his mouth vigorously.
Mob stared out into the darkness. This didn't make sense. Why was this weird
thing happening? He used to sleep soundly, but the certainty of each visitation
on his face made him reluctant to rest. The helpless feeling built up within
him and caused him to cry. The boy's soft sobs and shaking body turned Mogami
on all over again. He decided that once Mob fell back asleep, which he
inevitably would, he'd go for round two. Mob didn't deserve this, making the
assault all the more delicious for Mogami.
When Mob got desperate, he tried sleeping on his stomach. Mogami became pissed
off because his fun was ruined. He circled around the sleeping boy and thought
of his next attack. What could he do to disturb Mob at night and make him feel
violated? He tore off Mob's covers. The boy was still fast asleep, face down in
the pillow. Cold fingers ran along the waistband of Mob's pajama pants. He
rolled them down to Mob's knees, exposing his beautiful, virgin body, a body
Mogami wanted so much to abuse.
Mob had woken up. He tried to crawl upwards and find out who was undressing
him, but his head was forced down by an extremely large hand.
"Why-?" he asked, tearing up and balling his small fists, "S-Stop it!"
Mogami responded with actions, not words. His cock was wet with ectoplasmic
precum and he'd gotten hard seeing Shigeo's pale, plump cheeks awaiting him.
Once more he vigorously stroked himself and breathed hard all over Mob's
sensitive back. Mob whimpered. He didn't understand. The hand holding his skull
was so monstrously large that he thought he might be having a nightmare. He
kept quiet and let it happen. Maybe if he didn't fight, the nightmare would
eventually be over.
Shigeo's unlucky attractiveness enhanced Mogami's darkest fantasies. He was so
tempted to fuck the cute little hole that he'd exposed. The back of Mob's
thighs would be covered in blood. He'd hear the frantic screams of his torture
victim as he slid in and out of the boy again and again. It was so convenient
that Mob remained quiet and submissive, even though he could probably guess by
the panting what was happening behind him. Mob's sniffling and sobbing drove
the spirit on. Mogami couldn't help himself–he rubbed his shaft between the
child's soft buttocks and moaned low in his throat. Mob jumped at the contact
but otherwise kept still. His fingers gripped the pillow hard as he tried to
tell himself this wasn't really happening.
How Mogami wanted to take him... He salivated lewdly all over Mob's lower back,
the liquid running over his deep slopes. Nothing could be more intimate than
the relationship between him and his little torture victim.
"Hah... hah..." the spirit huffed.
His release arrived. He groaned and ejaculated all over the pink crease between
Mob's round cheeks. The boy moaned in anguish.
Mogami, satisfied now, leaned over Mob's ear.
"Deny me your face again, and I'll rape you. I'll do it without hesitation.
This has been your one and final warning."
Mob broke into louder sobs and kept his head down. This was not fair. He didn't
deserve it. And it didn't matter. He was degraded time and time again for no
good reason. It was enough to make him want death.
When he finally sensed himself alone, Mob rose to his feet shakily and went to
clean his body in the shower. Mogami watched, looming right over the boy as he
tearfully scrubbed his back with soap and hoped that this would all end
someday.
"Somebody help me..." Mob whispered, crushed under Mogami's stare, "Someone,
anyone... Please, save me..."
"You can only pray to be saved." said Mogami as he watched the boy return to
his bed, "I am the only one here to listen to your prayers."
He crouched by Mob's sleeping form, gaze roaming over Mob's body.
"I have a premonition." he whispered into Mob's subconscious, "You will break."
He stepped back and watched as the boy twitched in his sleep. A soft murmur
escaped Mob's lips–Although he was unconscious, his single plea stroked
Mogami's black ego.
"Help..."
Mogami smiled placidly. No amount of begging would ever make him feel like
stopping.
Chapter End Notes
     Twitter: @mobgamis
***** Someone's Voice *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags: Underage noncon, Gang Rape, Peeing, Public Sex, Blindfold,
     Internal Dialogue, Humiliation, Rope/Bondage, Bullying, Mogamiworld,
     Domination, Mob's pure soul
There were so many. Being stuck like this was inevitable, but... did it have to
be this? Mob thought he could live with the bullying and nobody sticking up for
him, but this? There was a blindfold making the world dark for Mob. He fidgeted
against a bunch of ropes that tied him up and strapped him onto... what felt
like the seat of a public toilet. It was cold and his body was cold, he
thought, before he realized he was naked. Panicking and ashamed, Mob tried to
squirm free, but he did not feel confident that a cry for help would reach
anyone. It hadn't reached anyone for five months. Why should it start now?
"This is not your fault." said someone's voice; a deep, indifferent voice with
a touch of superiority. Mob listened to the voice like it was his one source of
respite.
A hot, running liquid splashed on Mob's thigh. He smelled what had been done
without his knowledge. "Stop it..." he said, attempting to shrink away, to just
become smaller, but there was no way for him to prevent something long and
probing from sliding into him. He yelped and tried to close his legs, but it
was no use. The thing traveled into him, so alien that it terrified Mob.
"Stop!" he shouted.
All around Mob there arose a cacophony of laughter. There were too many people
here. Too many people were happily watching this happening to him right now. A
spasm went through Mob that made his spine ache. "Stop it..." he begged as he
realized this violation was doing something in a place he did to himself in
secret. He broke down in tears. It was completely clear, everything; someone
found out about it.
"This is what people truly are like." said the indifferent voice.
It was not obvious to Mob what this was supposed to mean. Mob did not freely
embrace hatred. He assumed... that the same went for him, too.
The invasion slid in and out, probing Mob. His world was darkened and all he
could hear was mean laughter and violent slapping of skin on skin; his skin and
the skin of multiple people, perhaps even dozens. They had all taken turns
raping him. Mob stopped being able to count the amount of times someone came
inside him. There was only the ache in his spine shaming him in front of so
many. There had always been odds against him. To be inferior to the rest of
society, by this time, seemed like the natural order for Mob. But why did he
still want to fight it? Why did he want it to stop even though he'd let this
sort of thing happen to him over and over again? The perpetual question always
followed Mob's line of thought.
"If you want it to stop, unleash your full power. Destroy them." the voice
urged him on.
"I don't have power." he said quietly, rocking against the ropes as he was
raped again and again. It hurt so, so much and there was no escape. Power in
his hands just didn't seem natural. Mob was never the kind of person to desire
such power anyway. He was too quiet and much, much too submissive to receive
any kind of respect in an evil world. Even though he desired it most of all, it
was not his. His reward for being weak... was this kind of treatment.
He was wrong, but for Mogami, there was hardly any fun in a quick resolution.
***** Haunting a Bed *****
Chapter Summary
     Mogami has changed, thanks to Mob, and their relationship has become
     much deeper than friendship.
Chapter Notes
     Tags: Morning Fluff, Frotting, Nightmares, Fluff and Angst,
     (Temporarily) Interrupted Sex, Love, Redemptive Mobgami
Mob woke up with such bleary eyes that for a moment he was unable to see. The
warm body of a much larger person was dormant beside him, but it only appeared
that way. Mogami had pretended to be asleep until Mob opened his eyes. He'd
been watching his little lover dream with a peaceful look on his face. Before
Mob had woken up, Mogami had traced his finger over those lips. What a stunning
boy. He hurt this boy with his own two hands years ago. Now his comforting
touch was welcome in Mob's world. It had taken quite a long time to reach this
point in their relationship. But ultimately, Mob forgiving Mogami for all that
he'd done was inevitable. The boy was... incompatible with evil. The natural
solution that came to him was to teach Mogami how to be good.
With deliberate gentleness, Mogami brushed Mob's cheek with his hand. Mob
looked into his eyes questioningly. His innocence pushed Mogami to smile.
Mogami leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Mob's forehead. "Good morning" he
breathed against Mob's skin.
The response he got was a caress on his corded arm, traveling over his bicep
smoothly. Mob inclined his head and kissed Mogami briefly on the lips.
"Hi." he said.
"Did you sleep well?" Mogami asked, holding the boy to his body intimately.
"Uh... I..." Mob considered his response, trying to remember, "I had a
nightmare again. But it's okay now."
"I'm sorry." Mogami said as his hand rubbed Mob's back, "I wish I could make it
stop."
"It's okay, Keiji." Mob said, sighing, "I know you can't help it that I get
nightmares when you sleep next to me."
"I wait for the day when you kick me out of your bed." Mogami joked as he
rubbed the back of Shigeo's neck with his thumb.
"That won't happen, ever." Shigeo stated, staring into the ghost's weary eyes,
"I won't let go of you, Keiji."
Mogami's happy sigh washed over him like a cooling stream. He held Mob's head
close to his chest. Mob cheekily kissed the ghost's dark nipple and blushed at
his own forwardness. He just liked Mogami's chest so much that he touched it
often, fingertips outlining the pectorals, admiring the musculature.
"Hm?" Mogami looked down at his lover, slightly amused and a little turned on,
"Am I that enticing?"
"Yeah..." Mob said, pink cheeks luminescent in the morning light.
"You are too kind." chuckled Mogami Keiji as he studied Shigeo's body beneath
the covers. His nightshirt was unbuttoned. He pushed it apart further to expose
Mob's chest. He caressed the soft, fatty flesh around Mob's nipples, causing
the boy to shiver and whine.
"Keiji..."
"Will you be good for me, Shigeo?" Mogami asked with a glint of mischief in his
eyes.
Mob shuddered. "I'll be good..." he said quietly.
Mogami kissed the boy's lips and as he did so moved around Mob so that he was
on top of him. Mob looked at his lover expectantly. He sighed with pleasure
when Mogami continued to administer care on his torso, stroking and kneading.
Mogami especially liked to admire Shigeo's stomach, dipping his finger inside
the boy's belly button for just a second before moving past it and playing with
the band of Mob's pants.
Mob got hard easily when Mogami was caring for him like this. He arched his
spine and rubbed himself on Mogami's stomach.
The ghost responded by rolling his hips between Mob's legs, grinding his
erection underneath Mob's balls. Mob's breath hitched at the sensation of heat
and friction.
"Keiji..." he sighed, touching the ghost's arm. He rubbed himself against the
mature body above him, legs squeezing Mogami's sides. He tried to sit up to
kiss the man but Mogami gently and insistently pushed on his chest to make him
lie back down.
"You said you would be a good boy for me." said Mogami, his wicked smile
showing.
"I know..." Mob moaned softly as the friction between their groins made his
head spin.
Mogami ran a hand over the easy slope of Mob's side, watching his little lover
shiver.
"You're so sensitive..." he remarked smugly as he teased Mob's warm hip with a
slow caress.
"Ah..." Mob moaned. He clenched his thighs around Mogami's waist. With his arms
limp at his sides, he felt overwhelmed by Mogami's attention on his body.
Just then a knock resounded at Shigeo's door.
"Nii-san, time for breakfast." his brother called him.
"Ah." Mob gasped, covering his mouth when Mogami brushed his clothed erection,
"I-I'll be right there, Ritsu."
"Will you, now?" Mogami said, arching an eyebrows, "That's no good. You won't
get away so easily."
As Ritsu's footsteps retreated, Mogami took this limited chance to reach inside
Mob's pants and begin stroking him. Mob moaned and writhed, sweat forming on
his brow.
"Oh, Keiji..." he sighed, closing his eyes and lifting his hips.
The ghost paired Mob's penis with his own as he took out his hard length and
held them together. He ran his hand up and down both of them, spreading the
precum around. Mob was panting frantically, looking up at Mogami with lustrous
eyes.
"Oh... Oh..." his moan's were becoming softer and softer as his arousal
intensified. Mogami knew that Shigeo was right on the brink now. He watched his
lover's face transform, his little mouth making an effortless "O". Mob was
overwhelmed by orgasmic spasms, moaning as his semen squirted out of him and
splashed on Mogami's stomach.
Mogami smirked and continued to pump, despite Mob's limpness. The boy held on
to this shoulders and gasped.
Just seeing Mob come so deliciously in front of him caused Mogami to arrive at
the brink soon, too. He clenched his teeth and focused on not coming too hard
all over Shigeo. He ejaculated a generous amount of hot semen on the boy's
prone body, panting over it.
"Shigeo..." he grunted, sitting up with a flushed face.
He made use of the tissues next to Mob's bed so that there wouldn't be a mess
to clean up. Mob watched as Mogami wiped the cum off his skin with great care.
Mogami cleaned himself as well and said, "What a way to be woken up."
"It is." Mob replied as he rubbed sleep-induced grains out of his eyes.
"Will you go to your brother? You don't want him worrying." Mogami reminded the
boy with a raised eyebrow.
"Ah, right." Mob said as he crawled out from underneath the ghost. He stood on
wobbly legs. Mogami held Mob's legs briefly to kiss the back of the boy's
thigh.
"Enjoy your day." he bid Mob before letting him go so that he could live his
life. Mogami was only a ghost and couldn't participate in every aspect of Mob's
schedule.
"Thank you." said Mob, a healthy blush on his face, "You too."
Mogami's smirk fell when Mob finally closed the door behind him. He rolled onto
his back and looked tiredly at the ceiling. He missed Shigeo already. Through
his love for Mob, he'd changed more and more, becoming soft on the boy. Mogami
Keiji was no longer the evil spirit he used to be. Mob had no need of a figure
like that in his life. With a heavy sigh Mogami scratched his chest. The
pounding of blood down below reminded him of the spontaneous fun they often had
together. Mogami wanted as many moments like that as possible. Someday, they
would stop coming. Eventually Mob would grow old and die. Mogami would lose
him.
On that day, he would doubtlessly move on from this world himself. There was no
other reason to linger with the mortals other than being with Shigeo.
Mogami would make Shigeo as happy as possible until it was no longer possible.
After all, haunting someone's bed is just a ghost's way of saying "I love you".
***** This Lewd Generation *****
Chapter Summary
     Mogami complains about Mob's generation while torturing him with a
     vibrator.
Chapter Notes
     Disclaimer: Apple did not pay me for this.
     Tags: Vibrator, Mob tied up, Anal play, sexual torture, grumpy mogami
     sounding like an old man, because he is, Mogamiworld, in a way this
     is crack fic
"You kids these days, with your Apple Watch and your yaoi manga. Terrible.
These things are garbage, anyway." said Mogami as he flipped through Mob's
secret stash of doujinshi and tossed it over his shoulder.
Mob was tied up on the floor, watching Mogami lecture him. His ass was spasming
gently because of the vibrating bullet inside it, remote controlled by the
buttons Mogami was now pressing indiscriminately. The intensity of the
vibration increased and Mob screamed through his gag. He was crying already.
"Your generation is so perverted. Look at you." Mogami scoffed, "So focused on
your satisfaction that you ignore the problems of others around you."
Mob writhed and moaned through his gag, looking up at Mogami and begging him
with his eyes to be freed.
"I hate your generation so much..." Mogami muttered, staring down angrily at
Mob, "You have such flimsy technology. I can't listen to my music because the
headphones always get tangled. Not only that, but these ignorant videos on the
web about phantoms are so fake it's embarrassing. I left them a comment..."
He paced around Mob's struggling, sweaty body.
"But I suppose you aren't all a worthless, greedy lot." Mogami said pensively,
"I give you credit for the... creativity of your fetishes."
He crouched down in front of Mob's face and spoke lowly.
"I understand now how commonplace these perverted toys are. To think even a
child like you had one..." he said, lifting Mob's frothy chin, "How lewd for
the general populace to normalize things that had once been so esoteric."
Mob's eyes were desperate, the trembling of his body tense. Mogami stood again
and folded his arms.
"If I could be a part of mortal society again, I would ban all of them." he
remarked caustically, "As an evil spirit I cannot participate in politics, nor
communicate my wishes. Reading the newspaper makes me want to kill myself all
over again. I have never seen world leaders be so stupid. Back in my day, a
reality TV star would never have the gall to run for President. You people cut
each other far too much slack."
Mogami messed with the remote controller again, flicking on the prostate
massager. Mob tried to convey to Mogami that the intensity of the vibrator was
too high for his sensitive body to handle. His high, muffled voice begging for
help both turned Mogami on and repulsed him. The spirit sucked his teeth
quickly and snapped, "Oh, don't be such a baby."
He took out his phone and grumbled, "I want to remember this moment. How on
earth do I take a picture?"
The struggle ended in him dropping the slippery phone and the screen
shattering. "Damn it!" he shouted.
He bent his knees and pulled Mob up by his hair, meeting his glossy, lust-
filled eyes.
"I am not one of you." hissed Mogami to Mob, "I have never even taken a selfie.
I only look twenty four because I wanted to appear easy to trust. In reality I
am old enough to be your grandfather."
Mob moaned, lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mogami set him down. Once
again he upped Mob's torture by changing the frequency of the vibrations, so
that they started out slow and built up to give Mob a bigger orgasm. He looked
up at the evil spirit in agony, making a pathetic sight with his cock squirting
precum everywhere. He let Mogami's foot push him onto his back and press down
on his chest. Mogami made unrelenting eye contact with his victim as Mob's
moans became more frantic and breathy.
The boy screamed like he was being murdered, his legs suddenly rising in the
air as his cock sputtered and shot out a copious amount of semen. It splattered
on his stomach and Mogami removed his leg quickly enough so as not to get
dirtied.
Each huff of breath through Mob's gag sounded like a needy whine. The vibrator
was still buzzing inside him, prolonging his torment. If there was one thing
Mogami did not mind about the current generation's technology, it was the
effectiveness of their batteries. So what if he didn't know where the OFF
switch was? This was simply Shigeo's punishment for provoking him.
Mob's eyes widened when he realized Mogami wasn't going to set him free. Mogami
said indifferently, "That's quite like you."
He crouched again to watch Shigeo's tortured face more closely, "This is your
fault. I'm going to stay here and watch you as you fall apart over and over
again. I'll wait until you break."
Everything about this boy, from his glossy skin to his naive soul–all of it
belonged to Mogami. In this fake world, he could make each day promise fresh
pain. It gave Mogami cruel satisfaction every day when he played with his
favorite toy.
***** Shy *****
Chapter Summary
     Tags: belly squishing/chub play, domination, Mogamiworld,
     nonconsensual handjob, forced orgasm
Chapter Notes
     HE.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
One of Mob’s biggest vulnerabilities was that he was both very soft, and very,
very shy. Mogami could play with the soft fat of Mob’s arms, thighs, and hips
all day; most of all he liked the reactions he got out of Mob. There was
something very sweet and innocent about the way Shigeo became so discomposed.
With Mob on his lap, he gently pinched the boy’s quivering navel and got him to
cry out in awkward alarm. Shigeo stifled himself as Mogami kneaded and pinched
his belly. Its tickling made his skin crawl but it also aroused him enough to
make him sigh shakily and tilt his head against Mogami’s chest. With turned up
chin and throat exposed he miserably let Mogami kiss him openly on the mouth.
He squeezed the arms of the bigger man, feeling his stomach do flips. This was
scary. His little tummy roll in Mogami’s hands was oddly erogenous. The gentle
brushing and stroking was so unlike Mogami-san. He tried to stifle a new
shiver. It was making him feel good.
Mob wasn’t even aware he was half-hard in Mogami’s lap, the outline of his cock
easily viewable to the dead man. Nonetheless, Mogami continued to slowly
squeeze the child’s stomach. He pinched the roll gathered between his fingers
and slowly glided his fingertips along it, molesting Mob so sedulously he could
make an art of it. The boy whimpered and turned his head this way and that. His
blush and shut eyes gave away that he was under a heavy, hypnotic spell.
His cock suddenly surged with sensation as Mogami rummaged under his waistband
and began to get him off while holding him down by his thigh.
“Oh… Mogami-san…” Mob protested and tried to move the hand away, but Mogami was
so strong that his grip did not change. Mob threw his head back and sobbed
outright. He struggled again, in vain.
Mogami tut-tutted and said, “Be good for me, Shigeo.”
Mob surrendered, knowing Mogami would have him, one way or another. He’d
learned by now not to forbid anything the ghost wanted; this was Mogami’s
world, a mental prison, and it would be impossible to resist because Mogami had
so much power here.
Mob flushed even more and bucked his hips helplessly when he felt himself
getting close.
“Ah… Ah…!” Mob moaned and held onto Mogami hard, for he was the only thing
available.
“You are so young.” Mogami commented, watching Shigeo come.
That recognition of unfairness was in Mogami’s voice. He knew that he was
defiling a pure thing and ruining it. Mob would leave this place knowing more
than he should at this age.
The climax reached its peak, sending violent tingles through Mob’s legs and in
his spine. He raised his knees to his chest, toes twisted into tight balls, and
moaned loudly. His semen doused Mogami’s hand.
As Mob panted for breath, he watched Mogami take his hand away and put it in
front of his face.
He said, “Clean it.”
Shying away from his own cum, Mob at first thought of refusing. But things
would simply be worse for him if he did. Today, he tried to envision survival
instead of revolt. The tomorrow in Mob’s mind, where he would one day fight
back, remained tomorrow, even though it was many yesterdays ago.
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