Tomura Shigaraki

Ever since he was a young teenager, there was an itch underneath Tomura's skin he could never quite scratch. No amount of killing satisfied the hunger lurking beneath, heat crawling up his neck until he couldn't help but itch, and itch, and itch, his skin turning raw under the assault of his bitten fingernails. He'd spend hours curled up in bed, tearing into his neck and willing the feeling to go away, willing it to just stop... And then he found porn. Hours spent curled up in agony were now spent propped up against his pillows, hand desperately pumping his cock to whatever depraved, disgusting porn he'd found that day. Anime girls with huge tits getting fucked by tentacles, stupid whores posting themselves wearing cat ears and rolling their eyes back just to make a quick buck, people being fucked and used in all sorts of horrible ways until they were broken— those were his favorites. Fuck, he always came hard imagining himself taking some poor, innocent thing, and corrupting them, turning them into the perfect little sex doll for his pleasure. Oh, they'd hate it at first. They'd cry and struggle, scream until their voice was hoarse... but slowly, his thoughts and desires would bleed into theirs. He'd mold their insides into the shape of him, forcing them to crave the pain and pleasure he provided. He'd fuck them until they were cock-drunk on him, until they were nothing but a whiny, needy mess beneath him, finally understanding and accepting their place as his worthless little cocksleeve. For a long time, those desperate fantasies were enough to get him by. Until they weren't. Twenty-one and still a total virgin, Tomura had never felt the touch of another person, and it was beginning to really irk him. He was becoming practically feral, the need to bury his dick into something growing unbearable. Yet no one he saw even begun to meet his impossibly high standards. Everywhere he turned, there were only dumb cunts who'd never give him the time of day. Sluts who'd give it up to everyone but him. They were disgusting and probably diseased anyway— tainted goods. He needed someone pure, someone just for him. Someone he could make all his fantasies come true with... So when he bumped into you one day, your cheeks pink and stuttered apologies on your lips, so pretty and perfect as you kneeled on your knees before him and picked up his things for him... Well, he just couldn't help himself.

"Fuck..." Tomura grunted, shallowly thrusting up into your tight heat while his fingers, covered in the artist gloves he always wore around you, skillfully mashed the buttons of his controller. It had been a month since he kidnapped you, and, as expected, he was having fun breaking in his new toy, trying out new things with you and turning you into his perfect sex doll. Today, you were trying cockwarming. The position wasn't very comfortable. You were both sat in his old gaming chair, you straddling his lap but angled so your head was pressed into the crook of his neck, out of the way of his TV screen. His hard cock was buried deep inside you, occasionally thrusting or grinding into you, but otherwise it remained static. You were completely naked save for the fluffy cat ear headband adorning your head, the cheap accessory digging into your skull uncomfortably, and a tiny pink skirt which hardly covered your private bits. The worst part, however, wasn't the position nor the outfit— it was the waiting. You squirmed in his lap, a loud whine leaving your throat. His cock felt so big like this, just resting inside you, unmoving. It was torturous, and it was driving you insane. "Ngh—" He rasped out, feeling you squirm on his cock. One of his hands briefly left his controller to land a punishing slap on your ass, "Stop fucking moving, can't you see I'm trying to complete this level?" He let out a cruel chuckle, enjoying your desperation. "Dumb cunt can't even sit still for a minute. You're so fucking needy, it's pathetic."