White noise Calms the Mind

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/41573670.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Category: F/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Amajiki Tamaki/Reader, Amajiki Tamaki & Reader
Character: Amajiki Tamaki
Additional Tags: Groping, Bad Touch, Dirty Thoughts, Violent Thoughts, Tickle Fights,
Pedophilia, Extremely Underage, Drabble, Thighs, Lolicon
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-09-08 Words: 1,156 Chapters: 1/1

White noise Calms the Mind

Summary

A short story about perfectly normal thoughts a perfectly normal big brother would have
about his little sister. (sarcasm)

Notes

Please read the tags and warnings thoroughly. They're there for a reason.

These moments are the worst, it's easy to ignore your thoughts in the day surrounded by others, but
at night, in the darkest hours when it would be so easy to tiptoe into a bedroom, lock the door with
a tiny click, and have his way… His dick is erect, burning and yearning desperately for attention,
but touching it will just make those thoughts even worse.

It's not like he can control his mind, he won't touch himself of course! But letting the thoughts run
rampant for one night, just one night. How bad could that possibly be? He loved you at all your
stages, from chubby baby hands and stubby fingers, to energetic long limbs, petite frame, small
chest. He's sure he'll love you even when you're an adult and grow into some womanly curves. At
Least he hopes he will.

*Knock Knock*

Soft enough to not wake up parents, yet loud enough to grab his attention. He'd recognize that
knock anywhere, his sweet baby sister. Though why did you have to call for his attention right this
second? The door softly creaks open, and his body tenses.

"Are you asleep?" You whisper, small voice croaking out as you search the room, squinting to see
him lying mostly flat on his bed. You're only in a nightgown, it's thin so every curve of baby fat is
visible.

"No, I'm awake, did you have a bad dream?" He asks, you nod your head and reach out your arms,
he smiles, picking you up and sitting you down next to him. Your nightgown is riding up your
small thighs, tiny bare thighs right next to his… "problem". Your little body shivers, a pang of
pleasure alerts in his loins, but he's just doing this to keep you warm. Holding the blanket up for
you to slide in, shifting closer so you can share body heat, it's really your parents fault for keeping
the ac at such a cold temperature.

The distraction was nice, though now the thoughts are back again. He wants to wrap his arms
around you and squeeze you close, soft cheeks pressed against his chest, small fingers grabbing
onto his waist, though he's not a very touchy person, you'd surely get suspicious. Little face
scrunching up, you'd begin to squirm, pushing him away from you but he wouldn't budge, you're so
tiny, so small, so weak. His mind goes through so many scenarios, he could squeeze your little
throat until you suffocate and then molest every inch of your body, or he could tickle you and tease
your little pussy, convincing you it's just a game, he could shove your face down and tell you if you
want to sleep with him you'll have to make him cum first.

Not that he ever truly would do something like that, he loves his little sister. From the moonlight
shining through the window he can see your sleeping face, so relaxed and so vulnerable. Before he
can think about why he's doing it, he's reached a hand out and grazed your cheek, a soft but firm
touch, and you don't move a muscle. It's not right, he's so trusted by everyone he knows, a sweet
quiet boy, even in his edgy junior high years the worst crime he committed was keeping his music
turned up too high. You're so perfect, so pretty, so… pure. Just the day before, he passed by your
room, you had all your stuffed animals laid out, and they were discussing who should be mayor.
You gave every plushie a unique voice and personality, you even had them write down what they'd
consider a perfect candidate. He wishes he could've stayed long enough to see who won the vote.

If he's careful you could stay that way, innocent, sweet, precious. His hand treads lower, fingers
grazing over your neck and collarbone. So small, he could kiss and suck that spot for ages, get you
all squirmy like when you have tickle fights, have you shake and moan under him, hiding all those
hickeys from mommy and daddy. They're just thoughts, just ideas of things he would never do, he
has morals, and he'll stick with them.

"Tamakiii," your small voice cracks, short soft arms wrapping around him, your tiny chest pressing
against him, he shivers at the feeling of your soft nipples. How badly he wants to poke, pluck and
pinch at them until they get hard for him, then he'd take them into his mouth, sucking hard on your
sensitive chest. You would moan hard, voice straining until it breaks, the next day he'd make you
nice hot tea to soothe your throat, but when you're finished he'd force his big cock inside of your
little body as you scream, nothing coming out but air.

"A-are you okay?" Tamaki questions, he quickly moves his hands off of your body, nervously
twitching as he tries to evaluate your emotions. Your face is always so expressive, he loves how
you don't hide a thing, it's the main reason you're his favorite person to interact with, you say what
you mean and you mean what you say.

"Mhm! But don't tickle me okay? It's night time." You state, he loves watching your lips move,
your mouth has to work so hard to properly pronounce each word because of your size. Tamaki's
eyebrows furrow and he bites his lip.
"What made you think I'd do that?' he asks, raising your head with his thumb and forefinger when
you don't respond.

"You always get that silly look on your face right before," You say, sweet soft voice laced with the
desire to sleep. Your words make him wince, he knows that "silly look" he's been giving you isn't
just playful mischievousness, it must be arousal. He tries not to touch you, but sometimes when he
can't control himself, He just has to have a "Tickle fight" with you. He carefully dodges your
"private parts" (such a strange term for your beautiful budding breasts and the sensitive little flower
between your legs,) and instead he wisps his fingers across your chubby thighs, soft tummy and at
times even your butt. Sometimes during your "Tickle fights" he'll contemplate bringing his face up
towards your "private parts" and pretending to be a monster about to eat you, he aches to know if
your precious flower still smells of baby powder, yet he resists.

There's a pitter patter sound on the window, it seems like it's started to rain. A few small droplets
turn into a heavy rainfall. You shudder in your sleepy state, startled at the sounds, your body
instinctively coming closer to his.

That's why he only lets his mind wander, not his hands, at times not even his eyes. If a few tiny
drops of rain can turn into a large raging thunderstorm, what could happen if he finally decided to
lay just one finger on you?

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