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You’d had a thing for villainous deeds for as long as you could remember. Even as a kid you skirted the attention of sweet would-be friends in favor of chasing the approval of anyone who could be described as a bully or a ne’er-do-well. Sure no one could understand your absolute obsession with being treated like shit but in your opinion, it was no ones fucking business. Maybe it was just because you could also be considered a jerk and just needed to be surrounded by people who could handle the brunt of your off-putting demeanor.
So here you sat, scrolling through tinder, scanning for eye candy and more importantly douchey bios that anyone else would consider entirely offensive. It was never hard to come across the cheaters, the ghosters and the typical human garbage that collected on this app but today had something extra special in store. You stopped at a profile picture that was just a ghostly white hand and nothing more. Interesting.
Tomura, 21, less than a mile away.
Your eyes glanced down at the bio that simply said ‘you’ll probably disgust me but we should hook up anyway.’ Bingo. You eagerly swiped in the ‘im interested’ direction and put your phone face down in an attempt to tell yourself you didn’t care if you got a match or not. Ding ding ding, IT’S A MATCH. Your phone buzzed at the notification and you immediately went to make the first move, only to be met with an unread message.
‘Do you post such revealing photos because you need attention or are you covering up for blatant insecurities?’ The stranger instantly dug in.
Heat instantly rose to your cheeks as you realized the game was on.
‘Do you not post photos of your face because you are ugly, or is your hand just your best friend?’ you countered, with the intention of getting a rise out of him.
You watched with anticipation as they began to type.
‘It’s called keeping a low profile, only an absolute idiot would put all their info on the internet’
Maybe he wouldn’t be the fun you thought he would be, I mean come on. Internet safety advice? Seriously?
‘Oh, I didn’t realize you were scared of big bad strangers’ you teased as you contemplated un-matching with this snoozefest.
‘I’m the big bad stranger people should be scared of’ popped up as a response.
Ok, now you were interested. The venom laced banter went back and forth for a while until you were met with
‘As fun as it is to pretend you are at all engaging, are we going to fuck or not?’
So fucking rude and so fucking in line with your interests.
‘My place or yours?’ you threw out.
‘Considering my place is currently in use as a hideout for Japans most wanted, i’d say we should do yours.’
‘Jokes aside, i’m sure my place is nicer anyway’
‘What about me makes you think I make jokes?’
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You put down your phone and got up off your bed to start getting ready. You had settled on a 1am meet up time so there were no misconceptions about what kind of encounter this would be. It wasn’t a date and it absolutely did not matter to either of you. The butterflies in your stomach, however, did not get the memo about the casual nature of this imminent meeting and they were fluttering off the charts. You had thought about keeping on some simple sweats as a sign that you didn’t care about dressing up for this random dude but instead opted to slipping into a complex lingerie set. Sure it was hot, but more than that, it was fucking annoying. It had more clasps and straps than any one garment should have and was sure to drive Tomura crazy, and not in a sexy way.
Maybe if you had signed up for therapy instead of hookup apps you could have gotten to the root of the problem and figured out why you love making people pissed at you at every opportunity, but hey “hatefucking is free”, you mumbled to yourself as you put on a dark lipstick that was sure to stain his skin and garments.
You looked at the clock on your phone screen that flashed a bright ‘1:30am’. You rolled your eyes and tossed it to the side. Just as the thought crossed your head that you had been led on you heard the loud BUZZ that signaled someone was at the front gate. You walked over to the intercom and pressed the talk button and with a sigh said ‘hello’
A raspy voice from the other end answered with “Suddenly concerned about strangers? Buzz me up already.”
“I should have known you would be late, you probably don’t even own a car and had to take the bus here” you shot back before pressing the button to allow him access.
You opened the door to find a lanky man with a mop of light blue hair standing in your doorway. As soon as the door opened an inch he invited himself in, wasting no time with pleasantries.
“I don’t have a car, you are correct. But I could have warped here at any time and chose not to” He looked you up and down, taking notice of your outfit but only providing a disgusted wince in recognition. He then proceeded to walk just far enough into your house for shoes to be unacceptable and kicked off his red shoes onto the previously clean floor.
You made a remark that clearly he was raised in a barn but you don’t even know if he heard what you said as he was too busy taking in the layout of your apartment. He made himself right at home, running a single digit each of the items decorating your bookshelves. For someone so outwardly petilent, he sure did have a delicate way of interacting with your belongings.
“Did you just come here to see how the other half lives or should we just get on with it?” You started.
Turning attention away from the chachkis and opting to look in your direction, for the first time you were able to take in the deep red hue of his eyes. They seemed to be surrounded by layers of irritated and cracked skin that could only be accumulated by years of a combination of personal neglect and abuse. While it was unexpected and did initially cause you to wince you did have to note that he wasn’t necessarily unattractive. Just supremely damaged, and anyone damaged was a perfect match for you.
“Are you really that boring that all you have to offer is your body? Not that I expected much from some tinder slut but apparently the bar is set lower than anticipated” he said as he took careful steps in your direction. The man's spiteful words went right to your core and built up an immediate heat.
“You know you could say less and it would not only be welcome but would also get you to the same place” you countered. The push and pull of aggression was wearing at your already nonexistent capacity for being patient.
With that last remark the stranger turned companion for the evening closed the gap between you and unceremoniously crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was sloppy and completely lacking in elegance and if you weren’t so sick of making conversation you would have pulled back to let him know that a thing called chapstick exists. As you threaded your hands into his tangle matted hair you felt hands at each of your hips starting to push you towards your open bedroom door. You let the man guide you through your own house and continued until your back was plopped down on your bed.
“Um, is there a reason you keep your pinkies up when you use your hands,” you asked, curious enough to merit further exchange of words “if you are trying to appear fancy it is really just plain weird.”
Tomura was standing over you at the edge of the bed and watched your eyes look into his and your eyebrows scrunch up as you asked. He thought your expression would have looked kind of cute if everything that came out of your mouth wasn’t basically simlish to his uncaring ears.
“Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I just find you appalling and want to touch you as little as humanly possible.” he stated bluntly while reaching a hand under your jaw and pulling you upwards with a vice like grip, yet still managing to keep his last two fingers away from your skin. Finally some fucking action, you thought as you turned your cheek into the grip of his hand. You maintained eye contact as you poked your tongue out of your mouth and slowly dragged it along the finger closest to you. The almost imperceptible moan that escaped his mouth told you that he did not in fact find you disgusting, but you put that fact to the back of your mind as to maintain the fantasy that this man could be your ultimate match made in hell.
You continued to slowly lick and suck at his finger to purposefully build up tension and see how long it would be before would admit that he needed something from you. Of course, not being one to give any sort of praise, he countered your movements by saying “If you are this bad at sucking on fingers I'd hate to see how bad you are at sucking dick.”
The gauntlet had been thrown. Usually you are not one to take the bait of a faux challenge, but you couldn’t resist the opportunity to reveal what was in his pants so you could openly chastise this man and shame him for his tiny cock. With determination in your eyes, you reached for his belt. You quickly undid the metal of the buckle and just as quickly dispatched the button at the top of his pants. The zipper however, you pulled down painfully slow, taking the time to plan exactly what words you would use to emasculate this unsuspecting loser. As you put your fingers into the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down along with his pants his dick flopped out and was immediately freed. FUCK. You had to change tactics immediately! A deep red flush rose to your cheek as you were now eye level with one of the biggest members you had ever seen. Tomura smirked down at you as he could almost see the gears of your brain turning and looking for anything you could say that wouldn't be a compliment. Only seconds had passed but for you they felt like an eternity as you almost yielded to this battle of egos. Almost..until...BINGO.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his fully erect penis and your expression completely changed to portray complete and utter smugness. “I guess the dick size explains your lack of personality. I’d be the human equivalent of wallpaper too if I was packing this.” You stuck out your tongue, adding an immature edge to your remark.
He was done playing now. Who were you to think you could talk to him like this? Did you really not know who he was? He then sent his hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and barely keeping his pinky from making contact with your skull. Next thing you know he was pushing himself deep into your mouth, giving you no time for warm up before making acquaintances with your tonsils. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the intrusion and to the untrained eye this could be seen as a one sided interaction, but this kind of manhandling is exactly what you lived for. You gagged and sputtered as drool uncontrollably forced its way out of your mouth to dribble down your chin as your lipstick made marks on his pelvic skin every time you made contact. Tomuras lips curled up in what, for him, was a smile but you were too busy with the task at hand to take note of the change in his demeanor. He picked up speed as he guided you over his member. You reached a hand down to begin touching yourself through the thin layer of fabric covering your sex. As soon as you found a comfortable pace you felt yourself quickly pulled off his dick and thrown back onto the bed.
“If you wanted to be touched you shouldn’t have worn the most impractical outfit i’ve ever seen”
“I thought you wanted to touch me as little as humanly possible” you teased in return.
At this he began to put his body weight onto the bed, leaning over you.
“That was back when you still had the possibility of me liking you, but I’ve decided I cant fucking stand you” he whispered as he brought his knee up to meet your clothed pussy.
He let you start to grind on his leg as he began the arduous task of getting you out of the lingerie. He fumbled with the clasps for a while before deciding to just break them. It was an ugly set anyway. Finally after watching the sex equivalent of a loading screen, he was able to pull off you underwear. You were now fully exposed to the gaze of his dry red eyes. His face remained expertly unreadable as he regarded your most intimate parts. Tomura reached his palm forward towards your face and waited expectantly.
Taking note of the confused look on your face he said “spit, idiot” and watched as you spat a big sloppy glob onto his fingers. You watched as he used his thumb to spread the spit across his middle and ring fingers then followed their path as they traveled down to your clit. He wasted no time in making contact and beginning to circle the bundle of nerves. His moves were shaky and indicative of being a novice but at this point you had been waiting so long you could practically feel your heartbeat in your pussy. The contact was exactly what you needed as you moaned into the open air.
Satisfied with the response he elicited, the panting man buried his face into the crook of your neck. He thought that it was such a pity that such soft skin was attached to an impossibly infuriating person such as yourself. He thought about choking you but figured that would be something you would be into so instead opted to bite deeply into the unblemished flesh of your neck. You inhaled sharply at the pain and began to scream out in ecstasy, clawing your fingers through his unbrushed hair. The white hot buildup in the pit of your stomach was set to explode and unthinkingly you expressed “i’m going to come” at which point you were met with him removing his body from you entirely.
Your rage was palpable and you had half a mind to smack this man across the face when suddenly you felt your pelvis being pulled to the end of the bed.
“Not yet” is all he said as you laid sprawled out on your back beneath him. He motioned for you to bring your knees up to your chest as he began to rub the head of his cock on your dripping hole.
Luckily, you were so worked up from the previous edging because he wasted no time in pushing all the way in until his pelvis was flush with yours. You let out a small squeal at the sudden and massive intrusion but immediately dawned a poker face, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You wanted to take the game a step further and see just how far you could push this man and decided to resume pushing his buttons.
“You would think the owner of a big dick would know how to use it” you stuttered out as he pushed into you harder. You can tell he was busy chasing his own high and despite your teasing he was getting you to yours as well.
“You’re lucky I even let you in my house with looks like that” You continued to poke.
You could tell you were getting to him by the newfound crazed look in his eyes and the way he increased his thrusts even further.
“And make sure you don’t cum in me” you said between moans “wouldn’t want another one of you in this world”
You had unknowingly hit the mother of all soft spots and he grunted angrily as he moved a hand down to start rubbing his thumb on your clit as he continued to thrust in an almost feral fashion.
“I wouldn’t fucking cum in you anyway” he groaned.
You felt his hips starting to falter as he got close to his climax so you continued to repeat your directive “don’t cum in me dont fucking cum in me”
The coil in your stomach managed to reach a breaking point as your own orgasm was upon you. At the very moment you reached the tipping point off the cliff of pleasure you saw his other hand pull up with lightning speed and make full contact with your exposed stomach. As you fell deeply into your long awaited orgasm your eyes squeezed tightly shut, entirely unaware of your body disintegrating from the inside out.
Tomura was now alone in the room. Standing over the bed and regarding the body shaped pile of dust that was topped with a heaping pile of his seed.
“I told you I wouldn’t cum in you” he scoffed as he tucked away his softening member. He finished zipping up his pants and closed his belt and walked out to the living room, taking in the refreshing silence of the newly unoccupied house. He made his way to his previously discarded pair of red shoes and put them on one by one, careful not to let all of his fingers touch something he cared about. He got up and begin to scratch at his neck, making his way to the front door and leaving it wide open as he disappeared into the night.
game over