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It happened a week shy of starting your new job at U.A. high school as the newest international teacher.
You had taken the risk to travel all the way to the Kanto region of Japan, away from most of your family and friends and it wasn’t without challenges. You had to get acclimated by yourself, using your skills in Japanese that allowed you to get the job at the most prestigious hero academy in the country.
Tonight you had a unique situation. Somewhere on a ship, or maybe a truck, your housewares were still making their way to your new apartment. It seemed everything in your life was in transit, without a place to land, lonely and wandering.
Since there was no point in camping out without a bed or a pan to cook with, you made use of one of the more cost effective overnight boarding options in Japan, the internet cafe.
You checked in around 5 pm, with just your carry on bag you had traveled with, stuffed with a few outfits for two days? Three? The cafe you chose was only a short train ride away from U.A. so you had packed your hero costume to change into at work if you needed to. You wondered how long it would be till you’d get your stuff back as you sat on the cushy pleather floor pad of your private room.
In dollars, the room you booked with a firm cushion for a floor that you could stretch your legs out fully, a desk with 3 monitors, and air conditioning, would only cost 150 for two nights. An irresistible price for anyone needing a place to stay or maybe have an all nighter of games or manga reading. The dim lighting, gentle hum of running PCs, and shuffling of other guests beyond your wall would’ve normally threatened to soothe you into sleep, but you didn’t crave sleep just yet. How could you when there was a broad landscape of manga shelves to explore or a bar of free tea and self serve ice cream? And beyond the cafe there was a sea of new people and a night of new experiences.
After getting a cup of vanilla you wandered around the walls of manga selections. With a spoonful of cream on your tongue you passed the shelves of books and tucked down a random hallway. You wanted to take the scenic route back to your room.
The rooms in the hallway glowed like nightclubs in an urban alley. There was a cacophony of sounds from video games and bright flashes of light. You loitered outside a few private rooms, trying to absorb each moment through the rectangle of frosted glass on the door. You stepped into each guest's reality, in fleeting breaths. One sliding door was open halfway but blue lights flickered beyond the threshold.
Curious, your head tilted to spy into the room. It looked like yours, but swimming in dark purple ambience. “PAUSE” pulsated on the center monitor and was framed by a second screen with a rolling chat thread. A handheld controller was left on the desk surface, between a few crumpled paper cups and slim drink cans.
Images on the third monitor sparked something in your mind. Squinting to read the text on the monitor you stepped just over the threshold of the doorway if only for a moment. You were sure that was an image of your new workplace, U.A. High, maybe the USJ facility you had read about. If the person who booked this room was associated with U.A. at all you might be one step closer to making some kind of connection.
A shadow blocked the hallway light over your shoulder and your heart stopped. You whipped your neck around and were confronted with the presence of a man in a black hoodie, less than a foot away from your body. The figure appeared stiff as a scarecrow before a voice came from behind shaggy silver bangs and a black face mask.
“Who are you?” The voice was soft and ragged.
Your body went numb in embarrassment. “I’m lost,” you lied. He was silent.
“I thought this was my room…” Your face singed and your heart pounded.
“Hm.” He answered. “I’ve never seen you at this cafe.”
This moment was a little too perfect for the mysterious man, Tomura Shigaraki.
“I’m new to the area!” You divulged in fear. You knew better than to give this stranger any personal information, but your desire to save face proved otherwise. Your body stiffened as you awaited his response.
Tomura became silent again, his cherry colored eyes tracing your form, scanning your soft feminine features. He had imagined a situation like this in his daydreams. A random naive female NPC in his private room for him to enjoy. A day of remote gaming and planning had turned into a restless night. He had felt stirring in his groin for hours and he was craving release. Something to clear his mind.
“Oh?” responded. He almost chuckled at your perceived innocence, slamming the sliding door behind him and subtly turning the lock.
Tomura had decided. He wanted this tonight. He would have to keep his previous preoccupations on pause for now. Now was not the time to listen to his master. Planning his attack on All Might at USJ would have to wait until he finally got his satisfaction.
He slipped off his shoes and sat on the ground behind you. He had to make his conversation selections perfect or risk having this opportunity slip through his fingers.
“Sit,” he uttered from inside the darkness of the space.
You could have used your quirk to get out of this situation, but you decided to indulge this man, at least for a little.
Maybe he really was someone you should get to know. That thin masculine frame was inviting. Maybe he was handsome behind that mask.
You followed in leaving your shoes at the door and kneeling onto the pleather floor pad, a safe two feet away.
He sat in front of you barefoot, legs crossed. You faced each other from opposite walls, sitting in front of the low shelf that held the glowing monitors. You observed him with intent to discover. He was lithe and pale, and appeared to be rather youthful, although his skin looked more rough and textured for a man his age. His head hung forward slightly and he had no concerns about letting his scraggly strands of hair get in his face making it hard for you to catch his eyes. His light, disheveled bangs glowed against the blackness of his hood and the narrow dark wall he leaned against. The tension in the tight room became painful as the young man leaned forward ever so slightly.
Tomura assumed that the thing to do now would be to ask you more questions, but he didn’t care to know anything more about you. The fleshy body in front of him was better than any 2D whore’s on a LCD screen that he’d stroked his dick while thinking of. Yours looked soft and warm. His mouth watered at the way your ass wrapped around the sides of your hips and he could almost make out pert nipples prodding under your cotton top. His cock throbbed in his black jeans. He was dying to touch. If his quirk would allow him to at all.
Now the silence was getting annoying. He felt a prickling on his neck and he scratched at it nervously.
If it meant escaping an already awkward situation, you were glad to offer up some conversation. You pointed to the monitor that had caught your eye to begin with. “Is that U.A. High School?” you inquired.
Tomura’s eyebrows raised, as he turned to the counter to close out his tabs. That was enough for him. No more talking, he couldn’t let you know anything more. He shut the third monitor off, making the room darker than before. He needed to attack now and get what he’s wanted for so long.
He lowered his gaze to his hands, his most lethal weapons. He balled his fingers into fists and picked at the raw cuticles. As much as Tomura ached for intimacy with a real girl, he knew there was no way he could touch her with all five of his fingers without his quirk turning her to dust. His hands were made for destruction not love, but he’d get what he wanted tonight, even if he had to take it by force. He’d just have to be careful. He turned back around and gazed at your silhouette. He began to inch forward on his knees, eyes on his prize.
You sat in nervous suspicion, waiting for him to say anything but before you could question him more, you felt two nervous fingers snake onto your right thigh. You held your breath.
“What are you doing?” you whispered.
Although Tomura had just started this game he felt as though he was fighting the final boss. Blood was pounding in his head and pooling lower as he focused on keeping only two fingers on your supple thigh. He inched closer to you on his knees, forcing you to spread your legs apart and lean your back on the wall.
The fingers moved up higher, taking a stop at the flesh on your hips and pinching it between his middle finger and thumb, forcing out a gasp from your lips. Tomura smirked under his mask. Maybe this game was on easy mode.
Why were you letting him do this?
The fingers went higher and higher making your reality at this moment feel more dangerous, it was undeniable where this was going. You watched his thumb and forefinger skim over your waist until he had your right breast under those two fingers. Your chest pounded. Without thinking, Tomura flicked the center of the soft mound with his thumb, sending a pulse right to your crotch. A gasp came out of your mouth without notice.
Tomura let out a low moan. A real breast. Careful not to accidentally activate his quirk, he shut his eyes and slid three finger tips around the soft fabric, savoring the squishy flesh underneath. His pelvis radiated with lust. His finger had found the firm tip of your nipple once again. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
You squealed as your body twitched under his searing pinch. It was too hard. Releasing your nipple, he shoved his forearm against your face, pushing your head against the carpeted wall and muffling your sounds under the fabric of his sleeve.
“You can’t make a sound,” He threatened in a low whisper, his brow furrowed. “Use your quirk and die.” His voice was raspier than before.
His head snapped up to meet your gaze, making the hood on his head fall back. The pupils in his red eyes were blown in lust. The lines around them became more distinct in the dusky violet lighting, along with a shocking straight scar through his left eye lid. Your stomach fluttered at the sudden eye contact and you darted your gaze away.
“Look at me,” he ordered. You watched as he felt around the ground for an object. He snatched the wooden spoon from your discarded ice cream cup and held it pinched between all five fingers. Cracks formed all along the handle until it was gone in an instant. Only gray dust remained and fell like snow from his fingers.
“If you make any indication of what’s happening in here, I’ll decay your face next.”
He removed his sleeve from your mouth.
At this point, your missing poster might end up on the news before you even started your new job. A different pro-hero would never have let it go this far or extended this much friendliness to a complete stranger.
Tomura hooked two icy fingers under the stretchy waistband of your soft bottoms and slid them down. You extended your legs as he roughly tugged them off your ankles. He growled at your red panties and traced one finger over the lacy border greedily. He ordered your top off next and you lifted it over your head with your arms, placing it next to you. Without giving you a moment to exhale, Tomura extended both his arms and grasped your breasts over your bra in a handful, pressing each finger into silky fabric with precision. Your heart pounded in your head as his dangerous hands grasped you. You tried to wriggle away in silence.
“Relax, I know what I’m doing.” Tomura almost laughed. “I’m not going to hurt you, yet.”
You watched your light bra disappear into powder in seconds. You tensed as the air of the AC hit your exposed mounds and stiffened your nipples.
Tomura sat back on his heels to admire his work. Out of habit, he moved his hand to his erection and felt himself over his pants as you struggled to cover your breasts. He wanted to rip your arms away and pinch your perfect nipples again. He wanted to make you scream again. He wanted it all. He groaned in frustration and squeezed his cock through the fabric. He was in agony. He moved his attention to your soft cheeks and lips. A cute face for him to fuck.
Tomura rose to his feet and lined up his pubic bone to your face. You looked straight ahead at the bulge twitching under the black fabric. The heat and his musky scent radiating from his crotch grew tingling arousal in your belly.
“Yes…” Tomura groaned as he popped the button on his pants open and lowered his zipper. He parted the zipper with delicate fingers, trying not to decay his jeans. His cock broke free from the hole in his black briefs and smacked your face. Tomura vocalized at the lewd action.
“Oh…you slut..”, he moaned, wiping his salty precum on your lips. He lifted the bottom of his hoodie, giving you better access and exposing his flat white belly.
He leaned his body forward and fit the tip into your mouth.
“Suck it.” he mumbled. You opened your mouth slightly and braced yourself. You tasted his pungent foreskin as he put his tip on your lips. Tomura’s hips shook violently as he moaned and slid his length into your mouth. You closed your lips around his shaft, trying to accommodate him.
It fit in your mouth fully, almost triggering a gag as the smooth tip just barely poked the back of your hard palate. The feeling of him taking over your mouth made you pulsate, making you wonder what he’d feel like taking control of your pussy too. You weren’t sure if it was fear or desire that kept you obedient to him in this moment, but you were under his control nonetheless.
Tomura’s eyes widened as he watched you receive him. His hips quivered as he dared to thrust in again but the pleasure was intense. He held your head against him with four fingers as you began to swirl your tongue around his member.
Tomura’s taste filled your mouth as he made a pained expression, his eyes squeezed shut. He convulsed as warm cum dripped onto your tongue and down your throat. He had no chance of lasting. Warmth of a human mouth was more powerful than his fist or any onahole he ever used.
“Fuck!” he whimpered. As he came down from his peak, shame washed over him.
The cock fell from your mouth and cum dripped from your lips. You gazed at his half hard member glistening with your saliva and pulsating, stunned at his enthusiasm. As much as wished you didn’t, you wanted more of him.
Tomura dissolved his shame with anger and pushed you to the ground by your shoulders. He tumbled on top of you, panting. He wanted a real onahole to fuck. Heat bloomed in your core as you squirmed under him.
Tomura sat up on his knees and hastily slid your underwear down your legs. It was time to complete his ultimate mission. He stuck two fingers in between your thighs. Your legs parted willingly, exposing yourself to him.
He felt around for the hole, wiggling his digits up and down your slit. You whined as he hit your clit accidently. You cupped your mouth, worried he’d punish you for making noise, and stared up at him waiting for a reaction. Tomura smiled under his mask at your accidental noise. His penis was hardening again. He watched his fingers collect the slick juices that coated your lips.
“So wet…” the phrase left his lips almost imperceptibly. All for him. His fingers slipped into a cavern and he hooked them inside you with force. This cunt was his now whether you liked it or not. He explored your plush walls, sliding his fingers in and out.
You leaned your head back in pleasure and desperately tried to stifle the moans that caught in your throat. His sloppy, unseasoned fingers felt desperate and threatened to send you towards your peak. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, no matter how erotic this situation was.
“Yes…” he growled and frotted his moist cock on your thigh. It still hung from his pants, nearing full hardness. He retracted his fingers and you looked up at him as he leaned over you.
He locked eyes with you as he pressed your knees apart further with an elbow. His fully hard cock dangled from his raised hips, pointing at your entrance.
“Wait!” you tried to whisper as he began to inch inside you. You tensed as he forced his way inside your aching hole.
“Ngggh….” he groaned. “Fuck, fuck…” he began to curse over and over as he traveled farther inside you, his hands balled into fists at your sides. Tight, silky, and warm. Never before had his skin felt such a soothing embrace. His mind was going blank and his eyes rolled back in his head.
His cock strained against your hole, pushing in deeper without stopping. His penis felt even thicker inside your pussy. He fit it snugly inside you, his skin flush against your walls. You fluttered around his girth, feeling him throb from inside. He began to snap his hips back and forth, his masked face bobbing up and down above you in the darkness. You braced yourself again as his curved length bumped against your g-spot and rubbed deliciously against your walls, causing you to see stars. The quietest whimpers you could manage escaped your lips.
“Oh fuck…moan for me!” Tomura whimpered right into your ear. Your hole was filled with his warmth. You felt the warm fluid flow out of you and onto the floor. He had come again, inside you.
Before you could slide out from under him, you felt him grow inside you. He was like a beast in heat.
“Don’t move…” he pressed his hips harder into you. His right hand gathered your wrists and pinned them above your head with his forearm. You tilted your head down as much as you could to watch yourself get violated. He pumped into you again, grinding his hips into you on the downstroke.
Once fully enveloped in you he stilled for a moment to savor the tight warmth. His pupils disappeared as his eyes rolled back again in ecstasy. You arched your back trying to keep yourself from groaning at the full feeling in your belly. He began to hump shallowly into you and you had to give up. You didn’t want to show him how incredible it felt against your tender spot but you couldn’t hold back your whimpers any longer. He grunted in unison with you, as his pace became more rapid.
“You better shut up,” he warned, his hot breath on your neck.
The fabric of his underwear stroked the top of your vulva giving you irresistible pressure on your clit. Your lower stomach tensed up dangerously as two of your pleasure centers were attacked. Your eyes looked up at the young man, pleading with him.
“Stop….” you couldn’t form more than that as your walls quivered around Tomura’s girth.
The tension in your body climbed and climbed as Tomura pleasured himself in you.
“Ah-ah-'' you stuttered. You were on the edge of your orgasm. Tomura watched as your mouth opened in a silent “Ah.” His eyes widened again, shocked at what was unfolding.
Suddenly, you spilled over.
You moaned in pleasure, muffling your voice into his shoulder, consuming the gratification you didn’t know you needed.
Your back arched and you rolled your hips into him shamelessly, desperate to feel his strong, thin body against yours. The dark room in the cafe dissolved around you as your mind went numb. You only felt him.
Tomura tensed at the sensation of vaginal walls squeezing his length. He tried to hold himself back from letting it all out inside you again. He paused, still twitching inside you as he watched in awe at you reacting to your own pleasure. You stroked your bare foot up and down his pant leg as you absorbed every last drop of bliss he had given you. An amorous feeling washed over you came down from the climax.
He pulled out, unsure of how to address this foreign touch. You looked up at him, mouth still open and panting. He released the arm that restrained your hands and scooped up both of your legs and lifted them above your head, folding you in half. His dick quivered, still desperate to finish again. He wasn’t done.
After this final round, Tomura would be satisfied. Tomura lifted his hips to meet your center and rested your legs on either shoulder, just like they do in porn. He slipped in with ease and confidence. He leaned down and admired your fucked out face. This was so much better than porn.
His dick massaged your spent walls as he pounded you from above, making your vision go blurry. Overstimulated, you opened your mouth in a soundless moan with every stroke.
“Say my name…” Tomura groaned as his balls tightened. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Say it!” he trembled.
Your eyes shot open. You searched your brain, “I…don’t know it…”
“TOMURA- say Tomura!” he grunted in frustration.
“Ah, Tomura,” you groaned. That was it. Tomura gasped for air and exploded for the last time. His cock slipped out of your hole, startling you when hot white puddles hit your bare belly. “Ughhhhh…” his hips bucked against you. “You…slut…”, were his final words as the last drops of cum cascaded down his shaft. He was about to crash.
After dropping your legs to the floor, Tomura fell to his knees, panting. He wiped the remaining semen that covered his softened dick on the inner part of your thigh before retracting his penis back into his underwear.
He rolled over onto the floor. Just a short break. He still had to figure out what to do with you.
Your lower half still trembled from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You wiped the sweat from your brow and finally exhaled. Your head fell to the side and you allowed your heartbeat to slow. You tried to make out his face in the dark. Tomura laid turned facing you, legs somewhat bent up towards his chest. His eyes were closed and his mask had fallen off his face. His dark cracked lips fell open making the corners of his wide mouth curl down slightly. His eyelids were darkened and textured, but he had a straight, handsome nose and prominent cheekbones. His exposed face looked so sweet and pretty despite being ridden with scars and scabs down his jaw and neck. He had a deep vertical scar on the right side of his mouth. A delicate dark mole below sat on the left side of his bottom lip along his rounded chin. This was the man who just fucked you. Tomura.
His body rose and fell in sleep. You lifted yourself up and felt around for your clothes. You found your two larger pieces of clothing, but your underwear was gone. You threw your top on and pulled your pants up your weakened legs. They felt like jelly as you stood up and crept out the door.
The hallway outside was quiet and vacant. You were set free, alone again. You were on autopilot, following signs to the women’s toilets. Once behind a door you sat on the toilet and made sure you were cleaned up. You were barely awake. You watched as his and your own fluids dripped into the toilet bowl.
You headed to a vacant shower room next door, shed your clothes onto the cool tile floor, and turned on the water, waiting for it to get scalding. You stood under the hot streams of water, processing the night. Sweat and dried semen got rinsed from your skin. You couldn’t wash away the feeling of him.
What were you supposed to do after a time like this? Who was Tomura? And the question that pressed you more was, “Would I see him again?”