#beast inside

“Wait up! Hey, Tomura.” You flashed an easy grin, one that he was all too familiar with. He has hundreds of your pictures posted on his wall and saved on his computer, after all. “I heard about your situation with Professor Mic--”

“Not gonna let you play white knight on me, sorry.” He scoffs. It’s not like Tomura doesn’t want to hang out with you-- quite the opposite, actually-- but he really didn’t want to hear whatever Good Samaritan bullshit that will come out of your mouth.

You stammer and apologize, crossing your arms-- a habit whenever you feel self-conscious. Tomura’s gaze drifts in the soft flesh on your chest. “D-Don’t say it like that… hey! I’m not the one at a disadvantage here,” You pout. “I can summarize the material and other stuff that will appear in your retake exam. And it’s m-my job to ensure that no one in our class fails or anything like that… especially not a talented one like you.”

Talented? Tomura’s gaze locked on the blush adorning your pretty face.

Only someone so kind and understanding will dare to describe him as talented because Tomura’s reputation would say otherwise. He was the weird, lonely kid that barely goes out of his dorm and when he does it’s to buy instant noodles and some energy drink that probably isn’t good for his health. The only people he makes time to talk to are Kurogiri (one he shares most of his classes with) and on some occasions, Dabi (the vice principal’s dropout son who doesn’t even go to school anymore).

Unlike you (who basically has ‘model student’ written on their forehead) he’s been called a weirdo, freak, outcast, and even a pervert-- but oddly enough, Tomura never denied those rumors.

Not when your fresh panties are still in his bed, sullied by white droplets of cum.

You didn’t even question how Tomura knew your address.

Since the day you oh-so-kindly decided to offer him help, he expected you to lend him summarized notes, flashcards, or even a damn cheat sheet for all he cares. But you’re just a gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you? You-- the top student, the leadership awardee, the ideal girl that everyone knows and loves and wants to fuck-- insisted on hanging out around him. Every. Single. Day.

He thought it was a prank. Maybe you’re just using him the way he’s been used as the butt of every joke by students who think they’re above him. Or maybe it’s pity-- aren’t you the president of some outreach organization for outcasts and strays? Tomura sneers. Popular kids who play savior to outcasts like him do it for fame, so you better drop the fucking act before he snaps.

But your sweet, sweet smile was too genuine, too caring, and far too trusting to fake as you continue to spend your free time with him. Instead of going out with your friends at lunch, you were suddenly at his side offering him a bento wrapped in red furoshiki cloth-- the same color as his eyes. Instead of going to the corner café down the street after school, you were strolling with him inside a video game store, chatting while Tomura gave occasional nods and hums. You even ask him how his day went and wasn’t put off by his short, absentminded responses. You are so patient. Without ulterior motive, without pity, devoid of any sin is what you showed, something he never thought he deserved. The single untainted presence in his life, your affectionate warmth slowly seeped in his veins like an aphrodisiac that grew stronger over time.

Shigaraki Tomura was neglected his whole life; and with kindness that you bestowed upon him, he just can’t let go.

The last straw happened yesterday when you invited him to come by your house to have a ‘study session’, with your big doe eyes darting at him in heartfelt hope.

“Come in! I thought you were gonna back out last minute,” You beamed at him-- so naïve and carefree in letting the beast inside your abode.

You guide him through your house, innocent to the fact that Tomura has already memorized each and every room like the back of his hand. He looks at a framed picture hung by the stairs – a candid shot of you last year, brimming with elegance as you deliver your valedictory speech. It’s absolutely fucked up how it made his cock twitch, knowing that whatever reputation you have is finally his to stain, corrupt, and entirely ruin.

A whiff of your perfume roused his nerves pumping, throbbing as you open the door to your room. “You can put your bag over here,” You point at the study table decorated with books and other mangas that Tomura also loves. You’re damn perfect for him. “I’ll get some food and don’t worry about making too much noise. The whole room’s soundproof ‘cause my computer’s broken or something.”

Oh, he knows. He was the one who malfunctioned your speakers to be set on their fullest volume a few months ago.

You come back a few minutes later and set a tray of fruits down your table.

Time for the real feast.

“You know, Y/N, you didn’t have to put your laundry away last night. Did you really think I’m dumb enough to steal your panties in front of you?” You blinked up at him.

Confusion, realization, then sheer horror dawned, and you ran.

Your whole-body pulsating, roaring, sirens blaring to run and hide as fast as you can but Tomura caught you in his arms four steps away, locking you in his grip. He muffles your screams with his hand as you trashed while being lifted and pushed carelessly on the bed.

You cried out. “You—you’re the one stalking me!”

He’s serious as he climbs on top like an animal in heat. “For someone so intelligent, you’re just so dumb, Y/N! Blinded by your little crush on me--” Your cheeks flared up at the confession of being caught. “To realize that you’ve done enough to provoke the monster that I am, little vixen. I’ll fucking show you what I’m talking about.”

He manhandles you to lie on your back and ties a tight knot on your hands connecting to the bedpost. You shiver, eyes darting to watch his pale hands feel up your body, squeezing gripping and fondling every inch of your smooth skin. He wraps his hand around your delicate throat and you heaved a breath, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you,” Trying your best to avoid his lips connecting with yours, Tomura settles for the next best thing: marking up your neck. Wet kisses coated the soft skin-- domineering, forceful, aggressive, but never cruel. You were Tomura’s precious jewel, and even though he’s out of control, he was not angry. Never with you.

Your dewy chest rose and fell with every breath and he took pride in the lilac bruises starting to form on your skin. Your soft whimpers made something inside of him needy, desperately needy.

He starts to unbutton his pants. “No! Please no, I haven’t-- I’m a--”

“Virgin? Good. I would’ve killed any scum who dare lay their filthy hands on you,” He scowled, tugging on your shorts and panties to reveal that mesmerizing sight of your glistened cunt, thighs spread wide open for him to watch every delicious tremble and shudder. Tomura growls as he bends down and dives in to taste your virgin pussy.

“You know that I got almost a thousand pictures of you, Y/N?” His tongue assaulted your wet hole, sucking on your clit, and there was nothing you could do besides arch your back and cry out in ecstasy. The shock of his forced pleasure sent your body in a disarray, eyes rolled back and chasing for air. “Writing, jogging, cooking-- fuck, even when you’re fucking yourself with your fingers at night. You never close those damn curtains. This clit--” He gently bit the small button and you sobbed. “So fucking pretty like a pearl. Heh.”

It felt like hours before Tomura stops at the verge of your climax and smirks at your sad whine. Back on his knees showed the massive, engorged, pale cock with its red flushed head that’s about to break you in half in just a few moments. Dripping with precum, waiting to claim your virginity as and leave you utterly ruined. “Ready, princess?”

“Tomura-- please, it won’t fit inside!” He wasn’t wearing a condom too.

“Then I’ll stretch you out.”

You gasped as he penetrated your virgin walls deep then caught your mouth in a feverish kiss. Euphoric delight was all he felt, fully sunk inside, and he wishes he could stay there forever, getting cockwarmed by your little hole if not for the desire to bang you to next week.

He reached to rub your clit the way he knows you like it and starts to move.

"You like this, don't you? You fucking love this," Tomura thrust upwards that had you squealing around his hand. He was right. You earned this. After prancing around a loser like him— a creep that everyone on campus actively avoided for a good reason— giving him such earnest smiles with the cutest blush on your cheeks not knowing the monster that lies beneath. “Thought I was still gonna wait for--ah-- a long time until I finally claim you. But then you went to me and stuck around like a little pet,”

You’re a sight to behold: hands bound, tears blurring your vision as you tremble underneath his touch. Tomura's relentless thrusts bounced you back and forth with ease, hellbent on painting your walls white. “Guess my hard work paid early, huh? No need to jack off every night to your panties anymore because I now have the real thing.”

Uncontrollable lust burned more seeing you so helpless and under his control.

"You damn-- oh fuck! — temptress. Did you have fun seducing me?" Tomura whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending continuous shivers down your core. He laughs. "I fucking felt that baby girl. Right down to my cock. You fucking wanted this, didn't you?" A hard thrust and you wailed, squeezing your tight cunt. He enjoys every second of your humiliation and would give to see more of it. More of you. "I knew it, Y/N. You get off to weird fucks like me ruining popular chicks like you."

You shook your head. "I'm not— I don't— Tomura stop please— Please!" He rams inside harder with each word you spoke like cruel punishment. Succumbing to his hunger, you let your head loll back as he continued to plunder your dripping hole. Tomura releases your arms and quickly lies you on your back-- he’s instantly climbed on top of your body, securing you underneath him once again.

You were beyond exhausted to protest.

"My cock fits perfectly inside your pussy," He folds your legs, puts your knees near to your chest, and his own on both sides of your body. You immediately realized you're locked in a mating press and no no no-- "Makes sense that I cum inside too, don't ya think?"

The excruciating mix of pain and pleasure starts again, but this time you swear you can now feel him in your womb. Hands tightly gripping his shoulders, your nails leaving bloody crescents on his pale skin. The room felt hot, too hot, as you finally gathered the courage to look into his vermillion eyes. Pure unadulterated lust and obsession.

"That's right, look at me, baby," Tomura encased your hot mouth to a kiss, one that had you gasping for air as he moves down to your neck intentionally leaving marks where people can easily see. "Gonna make you mine. Stuff you full of my seed and— fuck— I'm gonna make you forgot about every other bastard who’s even looked at you."

"I'm— Tomura..." Your tear-stained cheeks burned red as you let out a pitiful whine. "I'm almost—I'm gonna cum, Tomura!"

A smug grin appeared on his face. "Knew you enjoyed this, slut," Tomura slowed, grinds his cock against your insides, teasing every ridge and curve. "Fucking beg for it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want to cum on my cock."

"Tomura, please let me come on your cock! It feels so— ah! Fucking good when you fuck me," You babbled, realizing that saying the truth was easier when you’re damn desperate for a release. "Gods, please, Tomura! Wanna come on your cock, master!"

Tomura thrust hard again that had you seeing stars. "Fucking hell. You just know what sets me off," Your shameless moans rang through as he continued his pounding of your insides. You mewled, nearing the edge and--

White-hot bliss flooded your entire body, and you cling to your assailant as hard as you could. You distantly hear keens of pleasure before you realize that it's your voice. Liquid dripped down your thighs to your clean sheets. His cock is milked, cum spilling on your sore pussy, hot on your stomach, and even reaching your supple breasts. "That's it, oh fuck, you look so fucking hot like this..." He thrust one last time, aiming to push more of his thick cum inside your womb.

You thought he was surely going to break you into two. You were an utter fool for thinking that you had tamed whatever monster lied within as your friendship progressed, unbeknownst that you were the perfect key to let it out of its cage.

Which brings you here now, a pretty little lamb thoroughly fucked out and ravished, slacking against your soft pillows and wet, sticky mattress that served evidence of your defilement. Gentle murmurs carried you into the brink of exhaustion, too drowsy to comprehend everything and anything that happened.

To Shigaraki Tomura, you were the perfect image of a fallen angel ravished by a wild beast. Perhaps you really are.

Pale blue hair fell by his cheeks as he bent down and kissed your temple. A soft, tender kiss that was meant to worship. "Rest well, angel. We have forever to spend together."