It's Okay
D3K4Y: we r friends rite?
She hesitated. Not because they weren’t friends, but because she knew what he was asking was technically not okay.
D3K4Y: hey its ok we'll meet in public sumware safe
Ok, she sent at last.
D3K4Y: I rly like u u no
Her cheeks flushed at reading that. She really liked him, too, even though he was probably too old for her. He was like 18, maybe? Four years older than her, though still a teenager. That’s not so bad.
Aerial: I like u to
Her stomach fluttered as she watched him type a reply to her confession.
D3K4Y: can i kiss u when we meet?
Aerial: Ok :)
She didn’t even know what he looked like. Not really. She’d video chatted with him while gaming once, but his room was dark and his hair was in his face, but he didn’t seem, like, disfigured or anything. Not that she’d mind; she wasn’t big on looks. Her crushes had always been about the person. And D3K4Y was kind to her, funny, a little goofy and awkward.
They met at an Internet café; it seemed appropriate. She arrived a little early, having spent the entire day mentally preparing. She was still in her school uniform, despite the fact that it made her feel way too young. There hadn’t had time to change, and she stood there fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her small wings shifting against her blazer. Her back was to the building, eyes skittering to and fro.
“Oh, wow, you’re so tiny.”
Her wings rustled as she startled, lifting her to hover for half a second. His soft voice wove in from behind her. “S-sorry!” She squeaked out, turning to meet crimson eyes. “Yeah, it’s, um, it’s part of my Quirk. My bones are lighter, too.”
D3K4Y was way taller than she was, though she’d somewhat expected that; everyone was bigger than her. But he was so unlike the boys she knew, those pubescent creatures of whom only half had finally gained their adult height (and nearly none had attained quite an adult physique); he was thin, but the breadth of his hunched shoulders was still considerable for her. In fact, the way he seemed to curve over her made her heart patter.
He trailed two fingers over the top of one iridescent wing. “Hummingbird?” She nodded, impressed he could tell by the wings alone. “They’re pretty.” She had never told him that part.
“Th-thanks.” Her cheeks flushed hot and his lips curved.
“Thirsty?” Facets glimmered in his ruby eyes as he skimmed her from bottom up. “Let’s get some coffee, c’mon.” Three of his long, thin fingers twined with her own smaller hand and he tugged her toward the door.
“Oh, um.” He'd caught her by surprise, though it made sense that that would be the next step in their meeting.
“Go on and order first. My treat.” His thumb absently stroked along one of her knuckles and she tried to suppress how electrifying it was.
He was paying for her, like it was a date. Was it a date? He said he liked her, but this was their first time really meeting, what if he didn’t like her anymore. What if she ordered something childish and he decided she was too much of a kid and left? This was too much pressure.
“Um, a medium mocha latte?” She said at last. It was a safe choice, right? It wasn’t like--
“And a large caramel ribbon crunch blended latte.”
Oh. Her blush came back full-force.
The barista smiled. “And can I get a name for your order?”
“Tomura.”
Tomura , she repeated in her head. Her eyes went wide at this new knowledge as he tugged her toward a table by the wall of windows not too far from the door.
Tomura grinned as she hopped up to the stool, her little wings fluttering to help her gain height. “You’re so cute.” He’d laid their joined hands on the table, still entwined with three of his fingers, thumb still stroking her skin, his pinky curled in toward his palm. “You’re a first year in high school, right? People must be surprised by how little you are.”
She shrugged, wondering if he could feel how sweaty her palms were getting. “Yeah, but I’m used to it by now; I’ve always been smaller than most everyone my age.” A beat passed before she shyly asked, “So… Your name is Tomura?”
“Mhm. What’s your name?”
“Tori.” When his lips curled upward she added, “It’s a little on-the-nose, I know.”
His smile grew and she could spot sharp teeth in his grin. “Nah, I like it. Tomura and Tori. Sounds good.”
He’d said their names together. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach flipped.
“Tomura?” Their heads both turned toward the counter.
“Be right back.” He grabbed their drinks from the counter and slid hers across the small table. His looked like sweet dreams with the candy bits sprinkled over the whipped cream. “Do you want a sip?” Tomura offered it to her with the straw pointing her way.
Her voice felt weak as she said, “Alright,” and took the smallest, most delicious sip.
“You didn’t even try the best part.” He swiped a finger through the cream and held it in front of her face expectantly. At her hesitation he prompted, “Go on.”
Tori wrapped her mouth around the pad of his finger, tongue flicking the cream and off; she backed away, barely registering the sweetness in the face of the salt from his finger. Her eyes darted up and took in his expression; his pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly parted. She noticed his skin was dry, and he had a scar on his lips and a beauty mark on the other side as though in defiance of its existence. He looked older than she’d thought, lighting streaming through the windows casting warmth across them. Or maybe he had a condition that dried him out; he looked dry down to the ends of his hair.
“How about we get out of here, take a walk?”
She nodded slowly. That was fine, right? They’d still be in public. Tori knew the dangers of being alone with strangers, but Tomura wasn’t really a stranger, they’d been talking for so long, and they were still going to be in public.
This time he wrapped an arm around her, index and middle finger sliding against the cloth over her ribs. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so small before, despite knowing he wasn’t too much above average.
They trailed down the sidewalk, seemingly aimless, sipping their respective drinks. “Tori. Tori, Tori, Tori. You’re very pretty, you know.” She had been told that before; her mom told her she was pretty all the time, to smile more often and show how nice her smile was. And she’d had one or two boys tell her that, but not many. Tori wasn’t as developed as some of the girls her age, and probably wouldn’t be, what with her Quirk keeping her smaller and lighter. With her wings tightly tucked and her petite form, sometimes Tori felt invisible.
“Oh, I d-don’t… I--”
He turned toward her, hand slipping away from her side and dipping into the pocket of his black sweats to pull out his phone. “You should accept the compliment. It’s true. You’re even prettier in person than when we were video chatting, or in your pics.” He was typing something out, pinky lifted away from the phone. “Let’s go play something. How about Dragon Wars 3? I just got it on console; it’s good.”
“But how--” her brows furrowed as they got further from the Internet café and its gaming capabilities. But he was tugging at her again, prodding her between two buildings, and when she turned there was a mass of black and purple whirling into being. “What--” Tori looked between him and the void; a smirk was unfurling across his face. He gave her another push and she stumbled into it--
--through it, tripping over her feet and landing on something softer than the ground she’d expected. It was a mattress, bereft sheets, a blanket and plain pillow haphazardly strewn over it. And she was in a quite cluttered bedroom by the looks of it. There were shelves and desks, monitors, consoles, and newspapers covered one wall. Empty cans of energy drinks and ginger ale, discarded clothes.
Red shoes stepped out of the portal before it spiraled away behind her friend. “Already getting comfortable? Good.”
She swallowed through the thick pulse in her throat. “T-Tomura, I don’t understand…”
He kicked a chair from its place before one monitor and grabbed some controllers from their docks, then sank down beside her, handing one over. “That was just a friend of mine. Don’t worry, he’s good. And he’s not gonna, like, pop out or anything. He just sent the portal.”
“Oh.” That’s not what she didn’t understand. She was worried about being alone in a boy’s room, a stranger’s room, a stranger whom she met on the Internet’s room. But Tomura isn’t a stranger, she reminded herself.
He reached over her to press a button on her controller. “Go ahead and make a character for yourself.”
She nodded, trying to ignore the warmth of him beside her, the tension in her shoulders, the reticence in her stomach. The game had a lot of customization features, and she was soon lost in the process as Tomura coached her along.
“You would like playing a tank,” he teased, elbow nudging her gently as they started playing. “You look like a healer IRL, so gotta make up for it by being all big and tough in game.”
“You’re one to talk, wizard strategist,” she shot back.
They exchanged a little shit talk back and forth despite playing as a team, falling into a pattern familiar enough to soothe Tori’s frazzled nerves.
“You know,” Tomura said offhandedly after they’d cleared the first few quests. He leaned toward her, close enough she could feel the heat of the next words against her ear. “You looked real sexy sucking that whipped cream from my finger.”
A flush so hot it froze her rushed down to her toes.
“What’s wrong?” Tori swallowed, but kept her eyes on the screen despite her thumbs now hovering over the buttons. When she didn’t respond, he pulled the controller from her hands. “Aw, are you being shy, pretty bird?” Thumb and forefinger lit upon her jaw and turned her face toward him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
She swallowed again, dry tongue darting over her lips. His eyes were half-lidded and followed the motion. “T-Tomura,” she breathed. “I d-don’t, I haven’t--”
He hummed and leaned closer, so she could smell the musky sweat, the stale scent of snack food and the hint of sweetness from his drink earlier. “You said I could kiss you, remember?”
“Um.” Tori attempted to turn her head away, but his grip was iron, the pads of the two digits bruising lay tight against her skin.
His cheek rubbed against the top of her head. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” She could hardly breathe now. “Okay?” His voice was sharp despite its softness.
“Okay,” came her tiny voice.
“Good girl.” His mouth descended over hers and her eyes fluttered shut.
His lips were dry, the flaky skin an interesting texture against her own, but she couldn't dwell on that long; his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, licking at the seam of her mouth. She inhaled sharply and he was all over her. His tongue was now exploring her mouth, running over her teeth and tickling the sensitive roof before massaging her own, and she felt like she was falling.
She had fallen. Flat on his bed, and now his weight was pressing into her, his hips worming between her legs. Tori tried to tear away, but his grip was still too tight, and her hands were like butterfly wings flapping uselessly against him. She shivered with sudden cold, his free hand stroking one finger against her skin--
A jolt of adrenaline finally freed her mouth and she looked down at their bodies in horror. Her neat white blouse was gone, blazer spread, white bra exposed. Tori choked and started struggling again, but he encircled each little wrist with thumb and index finger and shoved her back down. "Hold still," he groaned against her, transferring both wrists to one hand. "Don't want any accidents, do we?" She frowned, then bucked her hips when his newly freed hand pressed against the front of her skirt and it crumbled away. Her eyes trailed up to meet his own and she felt tears trickle down as she realized something.
He had never told her what his Quirk was.
"You're shaking, sweetheart. Are you okay?"
A little sob wormed between her lips in answer.
Tomura laid his forehead against hers, noses brushing tips. "It's okay. Just don't struggle and I won't accidentally decay you. I know how to be careful, but this is just an extra little precaution." He winked. "You're so pretty. I was gonna wait, I promise. But then you showed up in your schoolgirl uniform and were so small and cute. I just couldn't help myself." Tori watched as his fingertips slowly danced down onto her bra, pulling away as it became dust. "And your tits are so cute and little too!" He blew away the dust and lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one nipple.
"No!"
It tightened and electricity fizzled from there to her core as his tongue swirled and his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh. When he pulled away it was with a lewd pop.
"I know you haven't done this before. I haven't either." A blush dusted his pallid cheeks. "Kinda embarrassing, I know. Twenty years old and still a virgin. But that's okay," he repeated. "Now I have you."
Tears were running freely down her face now. "P-please don't."
"Shhhh, sweetheart. I'll be gentle this time, promise." He stroked a digit over her panties, sliding along her slit. "As gentle as I can. You're so small. And I'm…" He looked sheepish again. "Hold still." She couldn't have moved if she wanted to.
Tomura knelt up and laid his palm on her pelvis, thumb nudging under her panties to explore. Another sob shook her as he the rough pad of it stroked her clit. It added to that strange, white-hot ticklish feeling building in her.
"There we go, such a good girl. Don't worry, sweetheart. My Quirk takes all five fingers. See?" He laid them all against her panties and those fell away, then lifted all but two from her. Those two stroked at her apex a few more times before traveling south. "Oh, what's this? Is my sweet girl getting excited?" His fingers swirled in the wetness there before sliding in, and the sudden stretch had her trying to shoot up; Tomura's other palm pushed against her sternum so she laid back against the bed. "I said to stay still. I don't like repeating myself." It was so cold compared to the sickly sweet words he'd uttered before.
She could only mouth a stuttered, "sorry." When he seemed satisfied with her obedience, he lifted his palm. And pulled down his sweats.
Three fingers drew along his length, his thumb whirling against the fat head. Tori choked as her throat attempted to gasp, sob, and cry out all once. "I know," he cooed. "But it's okay, we'll make it fit." He lowered himself onto one forearm, hovering over her slight form.
"T-Tomura, please st-op."
"Shush." He nuzzled against her, adjusting until the thick head of his dick nudged her lower lips. "We're already almost there." And then he began to push.
And it hurt. He was big, and he was pushing into her without giving her a break, even when he felt her hymen give. Instead, that ripped a groan from him and he shoved into her until he hit against her cervix. "Fuck. Shit. So tight." He pulled back just a little before pushing in more, repeating the process again and again, dragging against her walls until all of him fit. It burned sharply, and she was sure he was tearing her insides. "You feel so good, so good."
He kissed her cheek with a tenderness that belied his cruelty. "Hurts," she cried.
"Poor baby. Lemme make it better."
And then his thumb was back to rubbing her clit, his otherwise closed fist resting on her hip.
This wasn't what she wanted; still, the heated copper coil was sparking inside of her again. "Supposed to get you off first anyway," he panted. "Fuck, squeezing me so tight. You like that?" He didn't seem to care about her answer, instead focused on picking up his pace as her body adjusted. He was finally completely inside her, stretching her and pounding against the end of her, hips slapping forcefully against her. The bruising sensation behind her bellybutton slowly gave way to something akin to pleasure, mixing into the fizzing stemming from her clit.
Without realizing it, Tori had wrapped her legs around Tomura. His pace increased when she started making little whimpers of lust, core tightening around him.
"Come for me, pretty girl. Fuck, so sexy. Knew you would be a slut when you sucked on my finger. So tight, dirty little whore. Good girl, good girl." His words were a jumbled mess in her ears, but the tone lit along her nerves, the last kindling needed for the coil to snap, her back arching, her walls fluttering. Tomura groaned loudly, trying to hold off against this new delight to keep her riding high, but his body couldn't resist and his hips stuttered before pounding into her harder and letting her milk him dry. "Perfect, perfect girl. Fuck." He draped himself against her before rolling onto his side, head laying against her modest chest. "You were so good." His fingers stirred against her where he'd just pulled out, bringing a mixture of their fluids into sight. Creamy, pink-tinged white. "That is so fucking hot." He wiped them against her in a cruel benediction, then laid limp against her once more, both of them catching their breath.
Tori's mind was oddly light and distant, thoughts floating for her to pluck or ignore. As one drifted toward her, she voiced it. "Can I go home now?"
His laugh was cold. "Oh, sweetheart. You're not ever going home."